Author's Note: This is my first Sam/Blaine fanfiction and my second slash fic.
Please excuse some grammar and language errors. Nobody is perfect and human error does exist.
Of course, a story based in homosexuality. If homosexuality or any of its aspects offend you, you can first not read this.
Reviews are more than welcome. If there is anyway for me to improve then please let me know, I will take all your thoughts on board.
Prologue:
They'd warned us.
We didn't listen.
We were naive.
And now you're paying for it
Sam...
Standing out in the cold corridor I watched them laughing.
He'd been awake for three weeks.
Three long weeks.
Every day I stood and watched, praying that he would look up and see me there. That he would come out into the corridor and hug me, telling me it would all be ok. He was always the stronger one, that's why they chose him.
Of course he recognised his family, they had spent hours on end sitting there talking to him. Reminiscing about 'the good old days'. Funny, how they didn't talk about me. His boyfriend.
As if sensing my presence Mr Evans looked up from his seat, his grey eyes boring into mine from behind the window. He stood up, excusing himself from the room and came out to me.
"Blaine" he said simply.
He had aged somewhat since I had last seen him. Despite still being moderately young his face had a harsher tone to it, one of a man who had been through an ordeal. And it was my fault.
"How is he?" I asked desperation clear in my voice.
"He's getting there. He's starting to recall vacations and trips we've been on as a family, and the other day he started talking about his Aunt Alice". Mr Evans smiled slightly at the memory. I smiled too; he had always loved his Aunt's visits.
"Did he..." I began "has he asked at all about me at all?"
Mr Evans stopped smiling and looked at me uncomfortably.
"We're – his Mother and I- well we're trying not to remind of him of that stage in his life."
"Why not!" I asked, confused. "I'm his for boyfriend. You can't hide that from him. It isn't fair-"
"-You know what's not fair" Mr Evans cut over me. "Being forced into a relationship which isn't natural. Being forced to go against what God intended just due to weakness-"
"-Don't tell me you believe in that bullshit!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe he was saying this. Sam was his son.
Mr Evans sighed deeply.
"I don't expect you to understand, Blaine. But I do expect you to realise how hard this is for us and if there is any way to reduce the pain this had caused Sam then it's worth it."
"You're saying that you're happy he's lost his fucking memory!" I shouted, unable to keep the anger out of my voice.
Mr Evans looked at me coldly.
"This could be a new start for him, for all of us. I'm sorry, but we don't want you anywhere near him anymore. You could-"
"-I could what? Gay him up? I'm sorry to break it to you Mr Evans but a thing like losing his memory will not stop Sam from being who he is. And I am appalled that you disagree with your son's choices so much that you're prepared to take advantage of him in a situation like this. Yes, my Father threw me out but at least he accepted who I am. What you're doing right now is wrong, and I hope for his sake that Sam's memory doesn't return . Who would want to be in a family like this?"
Then all went quiet.
I knew at that moment I had crossed the line.
But I didn't care.
"I'm only going to say this once, Blaine" whispered Mr Evans. "Stay away from my son. Or I swear to god your next breath won't be worth taking."