Disclaimer: The characters of glee do not belong to me. This is yet another Blam fic I got inspire to write. It's tumblr's fault. This is badboy!Blaine and football player!Sam, and it is Blam endgame. It's completely AU. I haven't written badboy!Blaine in awhile, so forgive me if I'm rusty. Secondary pairing is Quick. I hope that ya'll like! Plus, there aren't enough Blam fics in the world. XD.
Rotten to the Core
By Julia
This new school…. McKinley, ugh. Blaine Anderson walked into the school. He rubbed his hand through his messy black curls. They were artfully messed with gel. Not a lot though, just enough to keep his curls from being frizzy. Blaine didn't want to be here, but at least he knew Noah Puckerman. That was helpful. Blaine walked down the hall, he didn't have books or anything on him for school supplies or anything. He didn't plan on going to class. It was just how it went with him. Blaine was then captivated by literally the hottest guy he'd ever seen. Tall, handsome, long blonde hair that hung over his eyes… damn. Blaine wondered if he was gay or not. One way to find out, he supposed. He walked over, and turned on the charm. "So, did it hurt?"
When Sam heard the voice next to him, he wondered who it was. It was a voice he'd never heard before. He turned his head and looked into hazel eyes. Sam wasn't gay, but if he was, this guy would be his type. He was literally gorgeous. "What's that? Did what hurt?" Sam wasn't one to get innuendo or double entendres. He tried, but it just wasn't the way his smarts went. He was too busy putting his books that he didn't need away. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and a McKinley tee underneath his letter jacket.
"Oh, darlin', aren't you just so incredibly precious." Blaine said, and he liked this boy immediately. He might even be falling for him. Boys like him just didn't exist anymore. Blaine offered his hand, something that he never did. No one was let in because they'd just leave. He was on his own and had been for years. Now, he was emancipated and could provide for himself. It was just how he chose to live. "Blaine Anderson. It is you know…. Cool or whatever, to meet you." Blaine was highly intelligent, he just didn't like to show it.
Sam was confused by some of what he said, but he offered his hand and shook Blaine's. Sam didn't really notice the tingling in his stomach when he shook it. Sam was definitely into the other boy. "You new here then?" Sam asked, moving to start down the hall, Blaine going with him. Sam was headed for Spanish class with Mr. Schuester, who was also in charge of glee club. Sam was really trying to learn, and it was sort of paying off. That's when they ran into Karofsky. He was holding out a slushie for Sam, to give him a slushie facial.
Blaine sighed and sized up Karofsky. He could take him. "Look, Capt. Neanderthal, you aren't going to do what I think you're going to do with that slushie. You're going to back off and walk away." Blaine had been in a karate club at Dalton, he could hold his own. He'd been abused enough in his life. He wasn't going to let anyone bully him and Sam didn't have to take this either. Blaine folded his arms. "What about that was hard to understand? Put the slushie down and walk away." Blaine repeated, annoyance in his tone of voice. He didn't like repeating himself one bit. "Do not make me repeat myself, Hockey Douche. You will regret it."
Faced with that, they did indeed take off. Blaine grinned triumphantly. "See? I can handle those creeps." Blaine also noticed the impressed look Sam was giving him. "I have been able to take care of myself for a long time now. I can teach you if you like. It'll be hard but it'll be fun too." Blaine left out the hours they would need to spend together as they trained. Blaine was glad that he'd made the suggestion. Even if Sam didn't take him up on it, it was out there. That was the most important part.
That was something that Sam thought he might need to know. Self defense was something that might be a good idea. He mulled this over in his head for a moment. "You really would do that for me?" Sam asked, a bit incredulously. Sam thought he should tell the other boy he was straight, but for some reason, he held himself back. Why, he wasn't sure. It's pretty cruel to lead someone on. Sam told himself. He didn't want to do that to Blaine, who had been very nice to him so far. Which was odd because Sam could tell that he was a bad boy.
The look of disbelief in his eyes was a bit unnerving for Blaine. Really, he should be telling him no, but Sam was so cute. He couldn't say no. Blaine said, "Yeah, I'll do it for you, for sure. I normally don't do stuff like this for people, but…. There's something about you." Blaine could see himself changing for this guy, and that scared the hell out of him. Blaine wasn't going to let that get to him though. He wasn't going to change. He couldn't. It was…. Just because Sam could get him to do so didn't mean that he would. Blaine couldn't. He couldn't go back to who he had been before he came out. His parents hadn't been so accepting. Blaine honestly hadn't been surprised though. They were far too judgmental. It wasn't for religious reasons though. Blaine honestly didn't know that he had ever thought that they would accept him. "You're gorgeous. I can't say no to someone as gorgeous as you are." That's when Blaine stepped closer, and he was inches away from Sam's lips. He leaned out and kissed him, Sam tasted like vanilla. It was great. Blaine pressed Sam closer to the lockers, his hands settling on Sam's hips. The kiss didn't last too long, Sam kissed him back for a moment and then pushed back. "I'm sorry. I let myself get swept away." Blaine could tell that Sam was conflicted. He just wasn't sure why. Blaine's gaydar was never wrong. Sam was into guys.
When Blaine kissed him, Sam felt butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't explain that. Sam wasn't into guys. At least, he didn't think so. He ran his hand through his blonde hair. "It's okay, I'm just not into guys like that." He said. Then he walked away. Sam really wasn't ready to admit that he was turned on by Blaine kissing him. He'd never known anything but girls. Sam didn't know why he'd felt those butterflies. He wished he did know. Sam knew that kiss had turned him on. He just didn't know that he was okay with that. Sam brushed his hand through his blonde hair as he turned back to look at Blaine, who was still standing there, watching him walk away. Sam licked his lips, trying to tell himself that he didn't like boys like that. He licked his lips again, and walked back down the hall, and walked up to Blaine, and kissed him, knocking him back a bit, his arms sliding around Blaine's waist, and the kiss deepened. Sam could hardly believe that he was doing this. But it really did feel amazing. Blaine's arms slid around Sam's neck. Sam pressed Blaine up against the lockers.
"Come on, baby." Blaine said, when he broke the kiss to breathe. "I know where to go." He told the taller boy, and reached down, sliding his hand into Sam's, and tugged him down the hall. Blaine led them outside and down to the football field, and went under the bleachers. There was an old beat up sofa sitting underneath the bleachers. Blaine knew Puckerman had put it there. He tugged Sam with him, and sat down. It was covered up with a tarp when it was bad weather. Blaine figured if they were going to fool around, leaving the tarp on would be a good idea. Blaine crawled into Sam's lap, and kissed him, his arms wrapping around the other boy's neck. Blaine pressed his lips to Sam's, glad to see that Sam was kissing him back. Blaine knew he wasn't wrong about Sam being into guys. Blaine could feel his cock getting harder in his jeans. He was definitely a grower. Blaine let his hands move in the hair at the nape of Sam's neck. He was pleased when Sam's breathing changed and he shivered in pleasure. Blaine loved fingers in his hair, also. Blaine scratched softly, he had good nails, he tried to keep them clean. Blaine kissed deeper, sucking on his tongue. He was shivering with desire, and he hoped they wouldn't stop.
It was actually feeling really nice. Sam slid his arms around Blaine's waist, his hands slipping under Blaine's white shirt and stroked the small of his back. He was rewarded with Blaine shivering with desire. Sam was new to this, but he was going on his instincts. Sam wondered how far this was going to go. Sam didn't know if he wanted to stop. He knew there was no way that Blaine was a virgin. He was definitely a bad boy. Sam had slept with a couple of girls, but never a boy. Sam shivered as Blaine nibbled on his lip. "So…. Blaine." Sam said, breaking the kiss to breathe. He looked into those hazel eyes. "Um, I've not done this with a boy before. I'm not saying I don't want to do this, but I just need to know." Sam didn't say that he knew Blaine wasn't a virgin. He didn't know that he wanted to hear it out loud. Sam could hardly think with Blaine's fingers in his hair. He moved his hands along Blaine's back, his olive skin was so soft. Sam wondered what nationality he was. Sam didn't want to just ask, he didn't know if it would be rude or not. Sam didn't want to offend him.
Blaine knew that Sam probably assumed he wasn't a virgin. In fact though, he was. Blaine hadn't ever found someone that he'd had feelings for enough to give it to. He stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, and took a deep breath. "Actually, I know you're probably assuming that I'm not a virgin, but I actually am. I've fooled around before, but…." Blaine broke off as his throat filled with a lump. "My first boyfriend and I were going to do it, and the night before we were going to, he died in a car accident." That was when Blaine had turned into a bad boy. Sam stroked Blaine's cheek, and brushed his fingers through his curls. Blaine's eyes closed briefly, and he started speaking again. "I just, my grandmother, she taught me to save it for someone special. She died when I was twelve. She accepted me for who I was. My parents didn't. I'm seventeen, and I've been on my own since I was 13. My parents kicked me out, and I used some of the money my grandma left me to get emancipated. So I have my own apartment, and I moved here from Westerville. I would get my GED, but I suppose that I'm not ready to move on and graduate high school just yet. I'm still technically a sophomore, even though I should be a junior."
Of all the things that Sam thought he would say, it wasn't that. He could tell that that was something that Blaine hadn't told anyone before. Sam moved his fingers through Blaine's curls, and then wiped some tears off his scruffy chin. Sam honestly couldn't let Blaine give up his v card to him, even if it truly touched him that Blaine was willing to give it to him. "Blaine, as unbelievably touched that I am that you're willing to give it to me, I can't let you. We should get to know each other. I know that it must have been hard to lose your boyfriend and the only family member who accepted you. I can't imagine how that must have felt for you." Sam didn't know how he would have gotten through it if it was him. Sam brushed some more tears off Blaine's cheeks. "I'm also touched that you chose to tell me that. I know that must have been hard for you." Sam couldn't believe that Blaine had let him in that way. They had just met. Sam didn't believe that Blaine had let him in like that. He didn't know that he believed in love at first sight, but this was starting to feel like it might be. And it wasn't as scary as it should be.
His eyes still brushed with tears. Blaine moved his fingers through a shock of hair on Sam's forehead. Blaine loved how soft and silky it was. "Are you sure you want to get to know me? I'm sure you aren't a year behind in school, you don't have to live all alone when most kids your age live with their parents. My life has been one horror after another. I'm broken, Sam. You seem like an amazing person. I… you remind me of Justin." Blaine's voice broke on his name. They'd been so close. They'd gone to school together since 1st grade. Blaine had lost him two years ago. He'd already been on his own, and Justin's parents had been so accepting of him being with their son despite that. Blaine had been so glad, because he had loved Justin so much. Justin had been exactly his height, Blaine was only 5'8", he was short. His friends and Justin had called him the Hobbit affectionately. Blaine hadn't minded it at all, he'd loved it. Especially when Justin had done so. Justin had been a mixed race also, he'd had a black mother and a white father. They hadn't minded at all that Blaine was half Filipino. Blaine had been very glad. It was hard sometimes to find someone who accepted you for who you were, blood and all. "You… I don't blame you if you don't want to do this."
His fingers brushed through Blaine's curls again, and watched them fall right back onto Blaine's forehead. Sam honestly didn't know how Blaine got through life without being suicidal. Sam tilted Blaine's chin up so he could look into Blaine's hazel eyes. "Blaine, I don't… before you kissed me, I would never have gotten an inkling that I was into guys. I don't even know if I believe in love at first sight. It's hard to love someone that you don't really know. But… there's just, there's something that I can't explain that I feel for you. You let me in, you just met me, and you don't even know that you can trust me. I know how hard that must have been for you. Just for the record, you can trust me. This is so incredibly frightening for me, but only because this is the first time I've been with a boy. But I know, as crazy as it is, that it's right. I want to get to know you. I really do. Blaine, you can be whatever you want to be, and I don't care. I want to get to know the person that you truly are. And I'm willing to let you set the pace about it, I know, or at least, suspect, that you don't let a lot of people in."
This should be freaking him out, but it wasn't. Blaine touched Sam's chest, listening and feeling Sam's heartbeat. "Not even Puckerman knows all of that, and he's my best friend." They'd met in juvie, Blaine knew he wouldn't have made it through without him. He knew that Puckerman wouldn't have, either. Blaine stroked Sam's chest through his tee shirt. Blaine knew that Sam was right about the love at first sight thing. He did feel that something more than lust going on here. Blaine didn't know how to explain it other than love. Blaine finally lifted his gaze to Sam's green eyes. "You're not wrong, I don't let people get close to me. For some reason that I can't explain, I feel like I can let you in. I don't know why. But it's okay, because I know for some reason, I can trust you. It should be scaring me, but it's not. Just, please, Sam. If you really don't want to do this, or if you change your mind, just let me down easy. I can't…. If someone that I let in hurts me again, I won't let anyone in anymore." Blaine wasn't trying to pressure him, but he just had to know that Sam would promise he wouldn't try to hurt him. Blaine leaned out and kissed Sam, tasting their salty tears on Sam's big gorgeous lips. When the kiss broke, Blaine looked into his eyes, his chin trembling.
He'd been through a bad breakup himself, Sam knew how that felt. He and Quinn Fabray had dated the year before, and it had ended horribly. They weren't even speaking anymore. Sam wished they'd been able to be friends. Sam brushed his lips on Blaine's again and then pulled back to look into Blaine's eyes. "I know what it's like to get hurt by someone you love. I can promise you that I'll do my best not to do that. Especially intentionally. But I do want to see where this goes, Blaine. You're gorgeous, and I know that there's more to you than meets the eye. There's more to me than meets the eye too." Sam brushed his fingers through his curls, slowly and softly. Blaine's eyes fluttered. He didn't know if there was anything better than seeing Blaine's face after Sam had his fingers in his curls. Sam smiled as Blaine's eyes opened. "You have the most gorgeous eyes and hair that I've ever seen." Sam was in awe of how sexy he looked. And it was adorable that his curls fell over his forehead like that of their own accord. Sam loved that, he really did. "You also got me to skip class. That's amazing."
A blush covered Blaine's cheek. He didn't usually blush like that. Blaine liked that Sam had been able to get him to blush. "You got me to blush, Sammy." Blaine told him, as Sam brushed Blaine's cheeks free of tears. Blaine gave him a smile. "Don't let me be a bad influence on you." He actually didn't want to brush off on Sam too much. Blaine leaned closer to Sam, leaning his head on Sam's chest. He was actually feeling really at ease with Sam. It felt so strange. But in a good way. Blaine's eyes closed, as Sam pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine's curly head. "I don't regret this, Sam."
That made Sam's stomach feel full of butterflies. Sam didn't know that he'd ever get tired of feeling that when he was with Blaine. Sam wrapped his arm around Blaine, letting him settle in. He didn't mind cuddling at all. Sam brushed his hand along Blaine's side. "I really am touched that you were going to sleep with me, and I'd be your first. I'd forever be in your life, and you've just met me." Sam honestly didn't know if he'd have been able to do that if the roles had been reversed. Sam honestly felt really safe with Blaine right now. He also knew that there was more to Blaine than he'd told Sam. And he was fine with Blaine taking his time.
Blaine really was glad that Sam was so touched. "I didn't decide until you came back down the hall and kissed me. I knew I wasn't wrong about you being at least bi. I have great gaydar. Justin was straight before I kissed him, too. I don't want to rush you, so don't feel like you have to come out now. You come out when you're ready. If you need to be in secret for awhile, I understand." Blaine didn't want to make Sam do something he wasn't ready for. Blaine knew that Sam might not be ready, kissing him in the hallway aside.
That touched Sam too. That Blaine was willing to let Sam come out on his own terms. Sam lifted Blaine's shirt so he could stroke his side, feel his bare skin. Sam didn't care what people thought. Sam would deal with the ramifications. "My parents are going to be okay with me coming out as bi. And I wouldn't have kissed you in the middle of the hall if I wanted to keep it secret." Sam had been raised to be himself no matter what. "Plus, I'm on the football team. I can get away with things. I'm even the quarterback. We are definitely mismatched. But who cares?"
That touched Blaine so much. "I can't believe how okay you are with all of this. I'm so glad that you're willing to go with it." He leaned up to look Sam in the eyes. "Mmmm, I love me a jock. I actually can't wait to see you play. The best thing is, the season just started. When's your next game? I actually love football. When I was a kid I had a dream of going to OSU." He really had, but he knew that would never happen now. He was too far behind in school and while he was very intelligent, he didn't do his homework. Blaine didn't want to work that hard on his schoolwork.
Sam looked at his phone. He had to go to English, he had to turn in his story that he'd written. Sam had worked hard on it. He had written about his dad. His dad had died when he was thirteen. They'd been having a hard time of it since. Sam tapped Blaine on the shoulder. "I have to go to English. I don't know what you're going to do, but I have to go. I will gladly meet up with you." Sam hated to have to leave Blaine but he really had to get to class. Blaine got up reluctantly. Sam pulled him close once more, and kissed him. "I'll find you at lunch, Blaine." Sam told Blaine, and headed off.
Blaine texted Puckerman to let him know he was free to hang out. He knew that Puck had no plans to go to class either. Blaine got a text back that he was hanging in an empty classroom they only used for after school activities. Blaine said he'd find him and headed off to do just that. On his way, he bumped into that hockey jerk who'd been harassing Sam. Blaine leaned on a locker next to him. "Well if it isn't the hockey moron." Blaine really thought this guy needed a good ass kicking. "I want you to know that if you ever touch a hair on Sam's head again, I will show you why the kids at my old school parted like the red sea when I walked by." Blaine's tone was deadly serious. He wasn't going to let this tool bully Sam anymore. Blaine wondered why this guy was fixating on Sammy anyway. He was definitely getting a gay vibe from him. Blaine kept his gaze on him, Sam had said his name was Dave Karofsky. Blaine had heard of him a bit from Puckerman. "You think I'm joking, try me." Blaine told him, his arms folded tightly. His gaze was cruel and appraising.
Karofsky didn't like the look the other boy was giving him. He knew that the other boy was gay, and Karofsky was doing his best to hide the fact that he was, too. He had a huge crush on Sam. He knew that he had no chance now that Anderson had arrived. Karofsky didn't really know what to say. This wasn't what he'd expected to happen. He kept his eyes on Blaine, trying to decide what he was going to say. He also could tell that Blaine was sizing him up. "I don't know why you're threatening me. Sam's the qb, he can take care of himself." Karofsky knew that sounded lame.
Stepping closer, Blaine looked up into the taller boy's eyes. "Doesn't matter whether he can or not, he's mine, and I'm not going to let you bully him." His tone was firm. He kept Karofsky's gaze, even though he was trying to look away. "I know you have feelings for him. It's why you're bullying him. You have good taste, because Sam is sex on a stick, but if you ever lay a hand on him I will beat you senseless. That is not a threat, asshole, that's a fucking promise." Blaine knew that he was tiny, but he could take him. Blaine had done years of fight club and he was a black belt in tae kwon doe. He knew how to kick ass.
The taller boy just started back at him, and then he mumbled whatever and took off. Blaine knew that the situation wasn't over. He got to walking again and found Puckerman's hideout. The classroom wasn't even filled with that many desks. He joined Puck at the back of the classroom. He was filling a bowl full of weed. Blaine liked that Puck was that brave, to smoke on school property. Blaine pulled a lighter out of his leather jacket pocket. "Got a lighter." He told him. "Sorry I'm late, I was promising Karofsky I'd fuck him up if he touched Sam." Blaine knew he was going to have to explain that, so he didn't wait to be asked. "Sam Evans…. He's sort of my boyfriend now." Blaine was glad that he could tell Puck these things. When they'd first met, he'd wanted to bang Puckerman. He'd quickly learned that he wasn't gay. Blaine wasn't a predatory gay though, and he didn't want to try and force something that wasn't going to happen. Puck was the best friend that he'd ever had. Blaine was able to tell him things he couldn't tell anyone else. He really didn't know what he'd do without it.
That was news. Puck lit the bowl and took a couple of hits before he passed it to Blaine. "So you and Evans, hmm? I didn't know he plays for your team. He dated Quinn Fabray, and it was hard for me not to kick his ass." Puck had always had feelings for Quinn. Ever since 1st grade. He'd never spoken up about it to her. Now it was their senior year and he knew that the year might end without her knowing. It was especially frustrating because Sam was a year behind them in school. Puck knew that Blaine should be a junior, too, even though he wasn't. "I gotta admit, Evans might be out of your league, Anderson. He's the fucking quarterback of the damn football team. You're an emancipated minor who is a year behind in school. No offense, B, but I'm not so sure that that's going to work out for you." Puck wasn't really friends with Sam. He'd been trying for the qb spot, too, and when Sam had won, they'd stopped speaking. Not that Puck had really been speaking to him before. He accepted the bowl and lighter and took a hit. "But I'm down for you trying. Although I should warn you that Evans and I don't really get along. I'll try for you, though. You're my best friend. I know you would do the same for me." Juvie had made them very close.
"I know you will. And I really appreciate that. I actually know how lucky I am to have Evans agreeing to date me. He's never dated a boy before. But I know that he's into me. My gaydar is impeccable." Blaine knew that he could tell Puck what he and Sam had decided, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to. Blaine accepted the bowl and took a hit. He mused a bit before he spoke again. "I told him things that I don't tell anyone, Puck.. And he didn't use them as an excuse not to be with me. I was ready to make him my first." This earned him a surprised look. He knew how important Blaine's v card was to him. Blaine took another hit and passed it back. Blaine was already starting to feel baked. This was good weed. He brushed his hand through his hair. "I actually can't wait to see him play. I love jocks, I guess it's the big muscles. And I love blondes." Blaine didn't have to tell Puck that Sam was the first guy since Justin he'd been serious about. Blaine wished that Puck could have met Justin. They'd have gotten along great, he knew it.
It honestly surprised him that Blaine had been ready for that. Puck took a couple of more hits before he spoke again. "Blaine, you really are serious about him. That's a bit crazy. Not that you're not entitled to a little crazy. I just don't want to see you hurt. Sam's never dated a guy before. You already know your sexuality. Sam might just be experimenting. You know you can't go through being hurt again. You'll end up back in juvie or actual jail. I know that you don't want that." Puck handed the bowl back. "I'm not saying don't do it, just don't be crazy about it. Keep both of your eyes open. Don't let yourself get in too deep. Not immediately anyway." Puck accepted the bowl back and emptied it into a baggie in his pocket. Puck leaned back against the wall, and Blaine relaxed, too, laying his head on Puck's shoulder. Puck didn't object, it was truly a testament to how much he'd grown since the time spent in juvie. He wondered if he was going to graduate. He'd not gone to a math class in three years. He didn't even know why he was even still here, except maybe to see Quinn. He couldn't get over her as much as she'd tried. "You are always going to have me, and you know that. You just be careful. Promise me." Puck said, as he opened a bag of Cheetos.
The fact that Puck knew it was Sam that Blaine was dating and still wanted it to work out for him was one of the reasons Blaine was friends with Puck. Not to mention, going through an experience like juvie had the ability to change a person. Blaine knew that they were much closer than some other friendships that had lasted longer than theirs had. Blaine took a handful of Cheetos and brushed some curls off his forehead. He was quiet a moment before speaking again. "I know it's a big risk. I'm willing to make it hough. Sam is… there's this feeling, I can't explain it. I haven't felt it since Justin. It's, I wish I could put it into words. You know how you feel about Quinn. That's how I think I feel about Sam." This earned him a soft kiss on the cheek and a sympathetic pat on the arm. Blaine took some more Cheetos and said, "You have to tell her how you feel, Puck. You'll never know if she feels the same if you don't try. You'll always regret it. Trust me, I know. I have regrets when it comes to guys. I don't want the same thing to happen to you." Blaine sighed. Puck smelled like Sam.
Stuffing some Cheetos in his mouth, Puck knew Blaine was right about Quinn. Even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. Puck patted Blaine on the arm again. "You are totally screwed if you feel that way about Evans already. But you know that I'll be there for you, whatever you decide. Although if you're already that sprung, I'm not sure there's a way for you to not get hurt. And I know that you're right about Quinn. I just don't think I'm good enough for her. She's so smart, she's gorgeous, and she comes from one of the wealthiest families in Lima. I'm a poor Jewish guy who's had to raise his sister and is barely graduating high school. I don't deserve to even breathe the same air." Puck honestly didn't know what he was even thinking. There was no way that he was good enough for her. Puck got another handful of Cheetos and stuck them in his mouth and chewed before he spoke again. "You don't have the same problem if Evans agreed to go out with you. I'm glad that he did though. You're more than you pretend to be. You show him that and you'll be just fine. This is assuming that Sam's not just experimenting." He didn't think that not being realistic about things wasn't going to help anything. They should be realistic.
Blaine lifted his head so he could look at Puck. "You're more than you pretend to be, too. You could definitely get Quinn if you tried. You're a good person, Puck. You just pretend you aren't." Blaine didn't know how Puck had gotten such a low opinion of himself. He knew his mother wasn't the best. His mother hadn't been around much and his father had taken off. So had Sarah's father. They were only half siblings. Blaine was a bit jealous, he'd always wanted a sibling. He supposed that it had been better that he hadn't had one. Blaine brushed his hand through his curls. "Not that I really know Quinn other than what you told me about her." Blaine said, "I need a drink., let's blow this popsicle stand. I just have to be back at lunch so I can meet Sam." Blaine stood, and so did Puck. Blaine stumbled a bit, he was pretty high. "You going to be okay to drive?" Blaine asked. There was no way he was willing to get on his Harley while he was this baked. He also had an Impala for when it was too cold to ride his Harley. Blaine leaned on Puck as they walked down the hall. There was a door at the end of the hall.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. You are definitely more baked than I am." Puck couldn't help but smile to himself as Blaine tried to keep steady and had to hang on tighter to Puck. Puck didn't really mind though. Blaine was honestly his best friend. Puck led them out to his truck, helping Blaine up into the cab before he got inside himself. Puck said, "We can go to Taco Bell, I am starved." He flipped on the radio and started up the truck. Blaine was singing along with the radio, and Puck honestly wondered why he didn't join glee club. He knew what excuse Blaine would give him. No time. Puck knew though that Sam was in glee club. Puck turned out of the parking lot. "We could always use another voice in glee." Puck said casually, knowing he was about to get a stupid excuse. "You're going to be reluctant, but before you say no, Sam's in glee club." Puck knew it was really the only argument he could make. Puck turned a corner, Taco Bell wasn't too far away. He didn't know what else to say to get Blaine to join. Puck didn't want to see Blaine throw away the chance without a good reason. Puck knew he couldn't get Blaine to believe that he could make something of himself. Puck knew that he could if he tried.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say no, until Puck mentioned that Sam was in glee club. That gave him pause. Blaine had to admit, it'd be nice to join something that Sam was in. Blaine brushed his hand through his curls, causing some to fall adorably onto his forehead. Blaine didn't move them, he mulled over what Puck had said. Blaine turned to look at him. "I have to admit, I want to say no, but you said Sammy's in glee." Blaine said, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He also knew that a blush covered his face. It was hard already for him not to blush at the mention of Sam. Blaine didn't know what to do. He didn't want to ruin his rep by joining glee club but Sam was n it. He'd get to see him more. Blaine brushed his hand across his scruffy chin. "I don't know if I should though. I have a rep to protect. If I join glee that might mess things up." Blaine didn't know what he was going to do about school. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if he ended up failing sophomore year again. He didn't know that he cared. Even if he knew he should.
That honestly didn't surprise Puck. He pulled into Taco Bell. Puck didn't know that he'd done the wrong thing though. The idea was in Blaine's head. Puck climbed out of the truck and moved to help Blaine out of the cab, Blaine leaning on him some. Puck didn't mind, Blaine was so baked. He led them inside and they joined the queue for food. Puck already knew what he wanted. He wanted a mess of tacos. Blaine was peering up at the menu. Puck didn't think that Blaine really knew where they were. His pupils were very dilated. Puck looked at Blaine, who was murmuring under his breath about the menu. Puck said, "It's not rocket science, B." He was smiling. Blaine was honestly one of the most adorable people he'd ever met. Puck knew how much he'd grown that he could think that. Puck got up to the register and ordered twelve taco supremes, the nacho bell grande and a drink. Blaine told the worker he wanted the same, and Puck paid, and Blaine went to fill up their cups while Puck waited for their food. Puck watched him go, he seemed to be walking okay, but the soda machine seemed to be tripping him up. It made Puck smile though. Blaine figured it out though and started to fill the cups with Baja Blast.
About twenty minutes later, they were seated at a table and breaking into their tacos. Blaine looked around the place, wondering why the place wasn't more busy. He looked at Puck, who seemed lost in thought. Blaine kicked at him lightly. "Hey. What're you thinking about?" He asked curiously. Blaine definitely was thinking it was about Quinn. Blaine said, "I know that you're thinking about Quinn. I could talk to her if you wanted. I don't want to see you regret it because you never spoke up. You have to at least try."
It was true that Puck was thinking about Quinn. "I don't know that I should speak up. I get what you're saying about regrets though. Just, let's talk about something else. I don't want to talk about Quinn." Puck gave Blaine a look that said he meant business so Blaine would drop it. Puck wasn't saying Blaine was wrong he just couldn't talk about her right now. Blaine gave him a slight nod, and Puck let out a soft sigh of relief. Puck took a sip of his soda and hoped that Blaine would just change the subject. He didn't know to what but anything was good.
One week later
Sam whistled as he opened his locker door. It was the end of the school day, and he was supposed to meet Blaine outside so Blaine could take him home. He was babysitting his siblings, Stacie and Stevie, and Blaine was going to help him. Only because Sam didn't want to do it by himself. He knew that Blaine would have to leave before his mom got home though. She wouldn't approve of Blaine. He had four earrings, two in each ear, hip studs, tattoos, he smoked weed, and he looked every bit the bad boy. As he was closing his locker, he turned around and nearly bumped into Mike Chang. He was a senior who was also in glee club. "Oh, hey, Mike." Sam said. He wondered what Mike wanted. "I've got to go meet Blaine." It was already around the entire school that Sam and Blaine were dating. Sam had to admit, it was really helping with Karofsky. The hockey player hadn't bothered him at all the past week. Sam had to admit he was really glad about that. He ran his hand through his floppy blonde hair and again wondered what Mike wanted. They were sort of friends, but Sam didn't really like Mike's girlfriend, Rachel Berry. She was a lot to take. All of the time.
"Actually, that's what I want to talk to you about." Mike wasn't sure that Sam was going to like this. "Those of us in glee thinks he's a bad influence on you." Mike really didn't like being the one to have to talk to Sam about this. Blaine had already had detention three times and he'd been at school less than a month. Mike also knew that he barely went to class, and Sam had done so a few times with him. The glee club had had a meeting. Mike hated the look of anger on Sam's face. "I know he seems very exciting. But it's a bad idea."
Oh, this was so not happening. Sam folded his arms. "Excuse me? You have got to be joking. You guys can't tell me who I can and can't date. Blaine is my boyfriend. You guys don't know him. He's a good person. There's more to him than meets the eye. I can't believe that you guys went behind my back like that." His tone was angry and biting. He wasn't sure that he hadn't ever been this angry. "I know we've only been dating for a week. But it's the right thing. I don't know how to explain how I know that. But I do. You guys can take your concern and shove it."
None of that was a surprise to Mike. He had expected him to be angry. Mike sighed. "We're concerned, Sam. You've been working so hard in school. We don't want to see all of that go away because you have skipped classes with a delinquent. You don't need him in your life, Sam." Mike had heard a lot of things about Blaine Anderson, and none of it was good. Although he knew that the odds were most of it wasn't true. But they were still concerned. Mike folded his arms. "I know you don't want to hear it. I know that it's hard to hear. I'm sorry, I really am. You can still do what you want. We just had to speak up."
Sam glared at him. "I have to go meet Blaine. This is the end of the discussion." His tone was cold and final, and he walked off. Sam hated Rachel, but he didn't gather up the glee club and tell Mike they all hated her. Sam adjusted his backpack and went outside to meet Blaine. He hoped that Blaine had driven the Impala today. Not that he didn't love the Harley. He did. He liked having to hold so tightly to Blaine when they were on it. Sam blushed now just thinking about it. He was glad when he came upon Blaine and he was standing by the Impala. Sam hurried up to him and kissed him deeply, glad to see him.
As soon as Blaine saw Sam a big smile crossed his features. Blaine eagerly kissed him back. When the kiss broke Blaine let his fingers move through locks of blonde hair on Sam's forehead. Blaine looked into those soft green eyes that reminded him of emeralds. Blaine said, "You seem upset. What's wrong, baby?" Blaine could tell he was holding back rage. He was already starting to notice his boyfriend's moods. "You can tell me, you know that." Blaine went to open the passenger side door for Sam. He may be a bad boy quote unquote, but he was a gentleman. As Sam climbed in, Blaine was blown away by how gorgeous Sam was. Blaine licked his lips and closed the door. He got in the car and turned on the radio. Blaine looked over at Sam. "Before you tell me though, I was hoping you'd go with me to the Homecoming dance." Blaine didn't usually go to school dances, but for some reason he really wanted to go with Sam and slow dance to stupid pop songs and drink crappy punch. Blaine grinned when Sam's face lit up. "I'll take it that's a yes?" Blaine asked, laughing as Sam leaned to kiss him. That was so great.
A grin spread over Sam's face. He couldn't believe that Blaine had asked. Sam nodded eagerly. "Yes, I thought you'd never ask!" Sam cried, his anger at Mike forgotten. He had a date to Homecoming. Sam brushed his hand through his boyfriend's curls, shivering as he felt how soft they were. Sam loved touching Blaine's curls. He couldn't keep the huge smile off his face. Sam couldn't imagine why Blaine would want him. He knew how smart Blaine actually was. Sam had to work so much harder at school than Blaine did. Not that Blaine actually did his homework. Sam kissed him again. "I've never gone to a Homecoming dance before." Sam said excitedly. He didn't know that he could be more happy than he was right now. Sam grinned more as Blaine started up the car and they headed out of the parking lot. Sam felt like such a girl to be so excited but he didn't care. Sam was getting the best date for the dance. He wondered what kind of suit to wear. He didn't have much to choose from, and it's not like there was a lot of money to get a new one or rent one. They still had some of his dad's stuff, but he'd been taller than Sam was now and had had a slighter build. There wasn't any way they'd fit Sam. Sam looked out the window, a bit giddy.
Blaine knew Sam had forgotten what he was angry about, at least for now. Blaine was glad that he'd been able to cheer up Sam. Blaine loved Sam's sunny smile. It lit up his whole face. Blaine looked at his boyfriend as they came to a stop light. "Are you sure that your mom won't approve of me? Because if she really won't I can't pick you up at your house." Blaine didn't mind if she didn't. He knew that he wasn't good enough for Sam and never had been. Blaine was just waiting for the other shoe to drop and Sam to dump him. Until that happened, he was going to have the time of his life. Blaine smiled again, and Sam was singing along with the radio. Blaine loved to hear Sam sing. It was magical. Blaine wished that he could safely join glee in order to see him more. Blaine turned onto Sam's street. He knew that Sam was embarrassed about where he lived. Blaine of course had a trust fund, he used it to pay for his apartment. Blaine didn't know that he'd be able to make money to afford a place otherwise. Blaine was glad that he could at least have an apartment in a nice building. Part of him missed Westerville though.
"Oh no, she'll hate you just on look alone. Then when she finds out you're an emancipated minor who's a year behind in school and she'll blow a gasket." Sam said, shaking his head as Blaine pulled up in front of Sam's house. It was in one of the more lower income neighborhoods of Lima. Blaine kept telling Sam that where he lived didn't bother him. Sam still felt embarrassed to let Blaine take him home. Sam knew Stacie and Stevie would be home in about twenty minutes. Sam let them into his house. It was shabby but at least it was clean. Sam dropped his keys in the bowl by the door. Blaine had been inside only once before. Sam led them to the small kitchen, he was going to put out some snacks for the twins. Sam handed Blaine a soda, and got out some graham crackers and apple slices. He knew the kids loved apples. Sam got out his own soda and cracked it open. "Gotta feed them dinner, too, I put some ground beef in the fridge yesterday so we could have hamburger helper. The twins love that." Sam had picked out the cheesy mac one. The kids loved mac and cheese. Sam watched as Blaine hung up his jacket by the door. Sam was just glad that he could trust the twins to keep quiet about Blaine's existence. He licked his lips as he watched Blaine.
Feeling Sam watching him, Blaine turned to look at him. Blaine gave Sam a soft smile. Blaine felt butterflies in his stomach. Sam was so amazing. Blaine was getting too attached too fast. And he knew that. He just hoped it wouldn't be something he'd regret.
Author's note: Yeah, I haves a Blam obsession. Ooops. I promise I'll try to keep this updated. Again, the idea for this fic was tumblr's fault. Hope ya'll liked! Reviews would be great.