AN: Okay sooooo this is my first attempt at writing a yaoi (Boy/Boy) Fanfic and I sure do hope that it will come out alright. I just got tangled up this week in reading a whole bunch of fanfiction and I thought that I should just give boy love a shot. Of course I have a lot of other fanfiction stories to finish but when the inspiration hits me, I just go with it. Please give me any pointers that I may need before I dig myself into a hole of uncertainty. I've never personally done a Boy/Boy fanfiction so I'm pretty much going into this blindfolded. Let me know how this preface turned out and if I get some good feedback I just may update it in a day or two….I'm already working on Chapter One so just let me know! This story is unbetaed.

I will give you all a proper warning. THIS IS A BOY ON BOY FANFICTION MEANING THERE WILL BE GAY INTERCOURSE THROUGHOUT THE LATER CHAPTERS! Don't like gay love? Don't review and DO NOT say that I didn't warn you before hand.

There, as for everyone else? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee but I do own this story.

Sam had the worst luck out of anyone he knew. Not only did he get dumped…again. But he was also the victim of the most dreadful hangover known to man. He had a tendency to consume far too much alcohol when his relationships went sour, which seemed to be happening more and more often as the year rolled by. He was making quite a name for himself within his little circle of friends and most of his close buds pitied his misfortune. Sadly, their measly attempts to set him up with one of their exes or even better yet one of their coworkers was all for not. He didn't get along with any of his blind dates, none of them held his interest for long and the ones that did hold his interest became nothing but one night stands in the end. If Sam were to be honest with himself, he wasn't truly looking for just the sex. Of course it was a benefit, one that he enjoyed but he needed sustenance in a relationship. Someone to bitch to about his problems and quite possibly a lover who would confide in him and treat him like he was a prized possession…was that too much to ask?

With a huff Sam rolled over on his bed, burying his nose into the dirty fluff of his pillow. A soft knock came at the door and he replied with a muffled, "Lemme alone". He already knew who was on the other side. Sam could already picture Mike standing on the other side of his door, dressed to the nines in a fitted black business suit, brief case in hand. The guy had made something of himself, he was a business tycoon with his own shit to handle, Sam was just his extra baggage…something weighing him down and stopping him from reaching his true potential. Or so Sam believed.

Sam heard Mike sigh, the doorknob creaked and a soft glow of the hallway light filtered in along with the handsome Asian man who was indeed dressed in his work suit of choice. "Sam" Mike started, coming to stand beside the nightstand just to the left of Sam's head. Sam buried his face further into his pillow, keeping his breathing slow to appear as if he were still asleep. "You haven't come out of your room in almost two and a half days, you smell like shit and your floor can't be seen underneath the mess of clothes and dirty shoes." Mike chastised. A soft heavy hand came to rest upon Sam's head and he stiffened. There was obviously no use in pretending to be asleep anymore. With a long drawn out sigh, Sam flipped over on his bed to squint up at his long time friend, the dark haired beauty had been the apple of every teenage girls eye back in high school and Sam admired Mike's almost feminine like looks. He would have bedded Mike Chang a long time ago but he valued their friendship way too much to evolve it into anything else, Mike was the only true friend Sam had kept under his belt since they both graduated high school. Of course he kept in touch with Mercedes and a few others like Kurt, Finn, Blaine and Santana…But everyone else had disappeared out of his world when he left Lima.

Mike scrutinized his friends' reddened eyes and tisked. "You're eyes are as red as my ex boyfriends penis" he remarked with a small quick smile causing Sam to roll his eyes up towards the ceiling. The action alone hurt and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the oncoming dizzy spell that threatened to over take him. "Sam" Sam could already see Mike run a hand through his long raven hair cut, "Your crying keeps the neighbors up at night, there are enough used Kleenex on the floor to reconstruct an entire rainforest and need I mention that you need to get your ass to work if you ever intend to watch HBO again?" Mike poked Sam in the side.

Sam grunted and opened his eyes. He wasn't truly prepared to speak as of yet, his throat was too dry. He needed a nice bottle of gin to get rid of the roughness building within the depths of his stomach. Mike enjoyed making little speeches anyway; Sam would let him whine for a few moments so he could get his point across for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. "I can admit that Ella was a sweet girl but she was just another notch on your bedpost, its time to focus on your career…. You've got to move on dude…this is certainly not healthy" Mike held out one of his hands, setting down his briefcase in order to slip his arms underneath Sams shoulders. With ease he lifted the disheveled blonde into sitting position and picked his briefcase back up.

Sam watched Mike make his leave hearing his melodic voice call from the hallway, "I'll call you in sick today but tomorrow you've got to get back to work"

And with that, Mike was off.

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AN: TBC (To Be Continued)

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