Author's Note: So, this is my new main fic, I hope you like it, it's a sort of AU, it'll have some cannon aspects to it, please tell me if see any typos. Thanks to my editor Gleek4Snix she's awesome! If you like Quinn and Rachel or Santana and Rachel, she's check her out!

Warning/Disclaimer: Rated M for reasons, I DO NOT own the characters those belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX

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Flames of love- Chapter 1- The exchange student.

Sam was playing his favorite game, Star Wars Battlefront 2, he was about to head-shot a storm trooper when his dad knocked.

"Come in!" Sam answered pausing the game, he sat up, as his father entered his room.

"Hey buddy, your mother and I need to talk to you about something... We're in the kitchen..." And with that Dwight left. His father's actions had left Sam worried, 'He's only that awkward when something is wrong...' Sam trailed off as he walked down stairs to find his mom and his dad in a deep conversation, with... Worry, in their eyes? 'Alright something is very, very wrong...' Sam cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Huh Sam! Why don't you sit down?" Now Sam was sure something was wrong, his father's unusual hesitance, the fact that he had asked him to sit down... "You know we haven't been good on money, and we know you want to get a job, but your mother and I want you to focus on school... So we..."

"Your father and I have decided to enter an exchange student program... We'll be taking in an exchange student, from Washington... We already signed the papers..." Finished Mary, sparing her husband. Sam couldn't for the love of God see what the problem was, he shot his parents a questioning look, and Mary answered. "We don't have money to turn the office into another bedroom, so for right now, you two will have to share a bed..." Mary took a break, waiting for Sam's response. He would do anything to help his family, anything. He wanted to look for a job, but his parents wouldn't allow that. So, if this was the way to help his family, he would do it!

"Okay..." Was all Sam said to his parents' surprise. "But, when you do turn the office into a bedroom, where will you put all the stuff from dad's office?"

"We'll have to do some changes around the house... Are you okay with everything?" Dwight wasn't fully convinced that Sam was okay with everything.

"Yes I am... I said I would do anything to help, and since you guys don't let me get a job... This will have to do!" Mary and Dwight both hugged Sam. They were proud of the son they had raised... Dwight knew there was something missing, but he wasn't sure if Sam would have the courage to tell them... That's what breaks his heart... It's like his son doesn't trust him... Or his wife...

"You'll have to clean your room, I'm going to talk to Stevie and Stacey... We talked with the kid and his parents, they're nice, and Blaine was very polite..." Mary informed, and Sam could see that there was something missing in there... You can't lie to someone that lives with you for sixteen years, and that has lived inside of you for nine months... However, Sam didn't give much thought to that, his mom usually turned small things into a big deal, so it was probably nothing...

"When is he coming?" Sam asked, just so he could know when he would have start cleaning his room.

"The 15th of August at six. You have five days to clean your room, so, get to work!" His father joked, reading Sam's mind like a charm. Sam did go to his room and did start to clean it... But then he saw it... The tempting paused screen, with the scope ready to get his 10th marksman medal, he gave in to temptation. When he finished that battle, he turned off the PlayStation and took a look around his room... There were lost clothes all over the place, game boxes, his desk looked like a junk yard, with all the books tossed onto it, his closet, filled with random crap and unorganized clothes. Sam sighed; this would be a long, tiresome task... So, what's the best thing you can do instead of cleaning your room? Run downstairs while you're stripping into your boxers, grab your little brother and sister, and jump onto the pool, because the ground is going to turn into hot lava... And this is what Sam did. They had a great house, bought in times where money wasn't a problem...

He was playing with Stevie and Stacey when his mother slid the glass door open and placed a plate filled with steaks on the wooden table in the porch, Sam took them out of the pool, they did know how to swim, but the other Evans never left them on the pool alone, he dried them and himself, and went to help his mother with the dishes. Fifteen minutes later all Evans were sitting outside, eating and passing plates, having a good time in family.

"So, Stevie and Stacey, you two know that money has been short, don't you?" Asked Mary in that cute, childish/motherly tone that she used when she needed to explain anything serious to the younger Evans.

"Yes!" Said the younger. "We know Sammy wanted to get a job, but you didn't let him because he has to focus on school!" Added Stevie with excitement in his voice, Sam smiled at his younger brother.

"Well, and because of that, we had to find another way to make more money, so, we are renting a room to a student that's the same age as your brother Sam... He is really nice, and you two have to promise me that you'll be good!" Finished Dwight, that was the one of the things that Sam loved the most in his parents' relationship, they literally completed each other.

"We promise daddy!"

"Alright, why don't you go get the ice-cream?" In a split of a second the twins flew out of the table and ran inside the house, 'Now comes the real talk' Sam thought.

"Sam, I know it may be strange to have a stranger sleeping in the same bed as you, but Blaine is a really nice guy, and we need the money!" And there it was again, Sam had already assured them that he was fine, and he did it again.

"I don't have a problem with it! It's for the best... And how much are they paying us?" Sam asked feeling frustrated; he knew his parents were hiding something... He just didn't know what...

"Three thousand dollars to cover all expenses..." Said Dwight way too quickly, and now Sam couldn't ignore it anymore. His tone, he was hiding something! Who pays 3000 dollars to put a student in Lima Ohio?

"Okay, what are you two hiding?!" Sam asked, sounding a bit harsher than what he planned.

"He's gay..." Mary answered quickly. Sam was in a bit of a shock... Not because he was gay... But... Well, nothing...

"Oh..." Was all Sam could say. He tough about it... 'Three thousand dollars is a lot of cash... But... No fucking 'buts' Samuel Evans, you can't!' "Was that it? I mean, we still need the money so..." Mary sighed and hugged Sam, but Dwight was not as convinced as she was... He had his reasons...

"It's just for a month... After that we should have enough money to remodel the office..." Announced Dwight with that look that made Sam feel, very uncomfortable... He knew why... He just... Ignored it...

There was some noise in the kitchen and Mary sighed, standing from her chair and walking towards, what she was certain to be, a pull of ice-cream on the kitchen floor... Well, they had needed the time to talk with Sam, so... There was some awkward silence between Sam and his father, as the slowly finished their meals, they took their plates onto the kitchen, and found Mary cleaning a big mess of ice-cream.

"I'll do the dishes!" Offered Sam. Dwight placed a kettle on the stove and poured some cookie dough into a tray and shoved them into the furnace, again the awkward silence was only interrupted by the sound of the fire in the stove, or the sound of dishes being placed on the dishwasher... This is how quite they were...

"Guys, I'm really okay with it... I'm not homophobic, and I want to stay in Lima..." Sam reassured them for the 5th time, which granted him more hugs from his mother, and a slight smile from his father... He was okay with it... Well... He sure hopped this guy wasn't a... 'No Sam! Don't go there! No!' He bit his tongue and did all he could not to think about it, and he didn't... Maybe he was getting better? Maybe he was healing himself from this... 'Plague'...

After he had finished doing the dishes Sam went to his brother and sister's bedroom and took them to the living-room, knowing that his parents wanted to talk with them... 'Cookies and tea... Works every time...' they went down to the living room and Sam picked up his guitar.

"Are you going to sing for us Sammy? Are you? Please Sammy, please!" Sam couldn't say no to those eyes, Stacey always got the best of him.

"Hm... I'll make a man out of you!..." And with that Sam started playing their favorite song, he and his siblings singing along, Mary peaked at the living-room, and with a wide smile she walked in bringing a plate filled with cookies, followed by her husband who brought the tea. She just sat there and watched the interaction between her children... All the perfection... 'Will bringing someone to our house, break this harmony?' Mary questioned herself 'Well, Blaine seems to be a very polite and nice guy... But still, it won't be the same... What am I thinking? We need the money... And in all honesty, I think that the kid needs someone'. Once the song had finished, Stevie and Stacey threw themselves at the plate of cookies, and Sam took a tea cup and poured some milk into it, similar questions crossed his mind 'What if I fall for?... NO! I CANNOT!' Sam kicked himself mentally. His mom went on the rules that had to be applied...

"Now you two have to be nice, and be careful with what you say!" Mary knew this wouldn't do much, but she still had a tiny bit of hope that her kids would understand... A very tiny bit...

"You guys have to be polite! And respect Blaine's privacy, you can't keep running around and enter everyone's room!" That had created very embarrassing situations for both Sam and his parents... Situations that none of them felt like remembering but you how kids are!...

"Like that time where you and mom were hugging in bed and making a lot of noise?" Asked Stevie in all his innocence, Sam laughed so much, that his stomach started to hurt, but then, Stacey had to say something...

"Or that time where Sam was on his computer, making weird noises?" Sam's face turned tomato red, and above all the laughter, he heard his father say,

"Touché, buddy, touché..." And they all shared a few more laughs, and his mother told them about all the rules, it was basically the same things with slight variations, be nice and polite, knock, respect Blaine's privacy... After a few more moments of laughing Mary took the kids to bed and Sam did the same. The same questions kept visiting his mind, and he kept ignoring them, telling himself he was sick, and it was just a phase, like a flu... This would go away...

"This will go away..." Sam said to himself in the emptiness of his bedroom.

Sam woke up and went through his normal routine, 100 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, shower, and breakfast for the family. He always did it because he was the first one to wake up. 'Tuesday... Three days until Blaine arrives... Let's see, pancakes, eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, toasts, the usual stuff.' He prepared the meal, and like every other morning, as he prepared the meal, he would choose what to eat. The deal was, pancakes and orange juice for his siblings, toast and coffee for his mom, eggs and bacon for dad, in the end Sam ended up choosing eggs and bacon because he was going to need protein if he was too clean his room, which he really should do.

"Morning!" Greeted Sam as his mom walked into the kitchen, in her morning zombie mode.

"After two years of this madness I still can't understand how you do it..." Mary said shaking her head sideways. Sam smiled and served her the toasts and coffee.

"Where's dad?"

"Right here, and I've got to pancake eaters ready to devour a whole plate of them!" Dwight placed Stacey on the ground and Stevie slid from his back, both of them running to the delicious plate of pancakes. Mary was starting to lose her morning 'zombiness' and started to talk about hell, also known as chores...

"My vacations started on Monday and they'll end on the 26th, it's plenty of time to get Blaine used to 'this'" Mary said gesturing to her surroundings. She worked in a small dinner, the environment was nice, but the paycheck could be better. Mary was grateful that at least she had a job. "Now, you're all going to help for the next three days, Blaine arrives Friday night and this house needs to be perfect!" There were whimpers all around the table. "I don't care you're all helping! Kids, go clean your room! Sam you've got to clean your room and do the yard work. Dwight you get our bedroom and the office, each one will do their own bathroom, Dwight you do ours and the kids, I'll do the kitchen, the living room, the office's bathroom, and the one downstairs". After breakfast was over they all went on their tiresome tasks of room cleaning and yard work. Sam liked to do the yard work, it was fun and relaxing, his mind was clear, and it wasn't being bombarded by the same questions, so that's a plus... 'What is wrong with me?! This shouldn't be happening?!' Sam told himself as one of the regular questions crept into his mind. Sam got a test from Finn asking him if he wanted to hang-out tomorrow.

Sam: Can't, chores for the next 3 days :S

Finn: That sucks, are you coming to Santana's party on Sunday?

Sam: Don't know, we're having an exchange student on Friday.

Finn: Huh?

Sam: Later...

Finn was a cool guy; they had become friends last year, especially after Sam had helped Kurt, his brother-in-law. The kid was being bullied by Karofsky, by his words, a Neanderthal. Sam didn't have a best friend, he hanged out with the guys from Glee, but there wasn't like a best friend, someone Sam could talk to, someone that wouldn't judge him, that would help him unconditionally... So Sam told himself the same thing, 'Just keep working... It will go away...' He finished the yard a little bit before dinner was ready, so he ran upstairs stripped naked and jumped into the hot shower. The water running through his back calmed him... He took various deep breaths and kept telling himself the same thing... 'It'll go away... This will go away!'

"Sam?! Hurry up, dinner's ready!" He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist and quickly dried himself, dressing a pair of sweat-shorts and a tee shirt. During dinner, the older Evans heard Stevie and Stacey talking about all the cool stuff they had found while they were cleaning their rooms. Sam was very quiet during dinner, 'unusually quiet', something that didn't pass unnoticed by Mary, so after the kids had gone to bed she decided to confront her husband about it.

"Sam's been acting weird lately..." She said, studying her husband's face and actions. Dwight knew that Mary was suspicious, and when she was suspicious, there was no point on lying... So, he told her his suspicion/theory...

Sam was in his bed talking with Finn, listening to everything that was happening with the Glee club... How Quinn was caught with 'her mouth' on Puck, and Santana had made a big scene and the two of them had got into a fight, how Artie and Brittany managed to get everyone drunk through a phone prank...

"So, exchange student?" Finn asked after Sam had stopped laughing.

"Ya, money's short..." Answered Sam casually.

"And he'll be on your room? Sharing your bed?" Asked Finn, to him this was something very weird, but Sam knew he had to do this to help his family...

"Just until we remodel the office into a bedroom..."

"Shit Sam! I've got to go, talk to you soon!" And with that Finn hanged the call, and Sam lied back taking another deep breath...

"I really, really, really hope he's not..." 'NO! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?! I shouldn't be thinking this!'

In the following morning Sam went through his routine like always, but when he came down, he found his mother cooking breakfast.

"Mom what's wrong?!" Asked Sam, he was worried... His mom had woken up before 7am...

"Nothing, couldn't sleep very well..." She replied not looking at Sam, she... She was disappointed to say the least... She had failed him...

In that day Sam had to help his little brother and sister clean their rooms because God knows they're not capable of focusing on cleaning the room without playing with their toys! And Thursday was the day of cleaning his room, and scrubbing his bathroom, clothes, washed and organized on the wardrobe, games stored on a shelf, the two desks (his father had shoved one in there somewhere around Wednesday), cleaned and organized. It's incredible, Sam starts cleaning his room in the morning, takes a lunch break, and by the time he's finish, dinner is served, and Sam's starving, sweaty and all dirty. After dinner, he goes to bed because taking a shower is too much of an effort, then he wakes up and realizes that today is the day when a stranger will sleep on his bed... And that was how Sam spent his Wednesday and Thursday, he went through his routine which made him get all sweaty, therefore the cold water shower was a blessing and he sort of needed it after last night's dreams, which he was now hating himself for... 'It felt so good and right... But I know it's not right...'

"Morning! Ready for the big day?" His father asked, entering the kitchen and inhaling the smell of freshly made coffee and bacon.

"Why would it be a big day?" Sam asked confused, placing the plate of pancakes on the table as he heard noise coming from upstairs.

"Well, you're going to have a stranger sleeping on your room, on your bed... It's going to be a bit, awkward..." Sam rolled his eyes... He didn't felt like getting into this argument this early in the morning. What did his father want? A reaction from him? 'Well that's not going to happen!'. The kids came running down, hugging Sam and Dwight before running to the plate of pancakes, Mary kissed Sam's cheek, and hugged him tighter than usual, Dwight had talked to her about her reactions on Wednesday... There wasn't much to do, so Sam made his bed with new sheets, and then stripped to his underwear and spent the rest of the afternoon outside, sunbathing. He took a quick dive before he went to his room to get dressed, 'T-shirt and shorts, this should do it!'.

"Sam! Come down! Blaine should be here anytime!" Called his mom. Sam walked down the stairs, slowly... 'Take it easy Sam... Everything will be fine... Just... Hope he isn't good looking'

The doorbell rang, and Sam quickly learned that he was wrong... 'So wrong...'


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