Did you really think I'm not doing a Blam Halloween Story? Really? :-D

October Skies

Sunday, September 27th, 35 days until Halloween

Sam had said he would get used to living in the biggest city but somehow he wasn't. Every day he noticed the bad air, the noise, the traffic, the uselessness of a thousand stores in that could be bought the same things, the selfishness of the people and their ignorance towards suffering people like Herman the homeless guy from the fifth avenue and the general unease of living in a more than crowded place.

He only realized that wasn't what he wanted when he stepped out of the airport in Cincinnati and took a deep breath of the same air his family breathed. Man, he hadn't seen his parents in so long, and his siblings, how would they have grown by now?

Midsummer was over and Sam wasn't married. He glanced at his left hand as he picked up his bag from the ground to get into the greyhound bus. The hand where his engagement ring sparkled. He was nineteen, still a boy who had only left home and was trying to stand on his own two feet so how could he get married already? Sometimes when he lay awake at night he even wondered if he was still the same person that he had been a year ago.

And it scared him.

Sam settled into a seat in the bus and got out his phone.

To Blaine: I've landed

Then he plug his earpieces in and listened to music while keeping his eyes shut. He didn't need to see the grey clouds on the sky. What would it be like to live with his parents again? His dad would say 'I told you so'. But Sam could bear it like a man. (Probably.)

And why was he the only one who didn't know what he wanted to do with his life? Like, Kurt had managed to get another internship at Vogue and was thinking about changing schools to study fashion design. Rachel had her TV show. Sure, it was running at six a.m. and was about gossip but she was getting somewhere. And Blaine…

"You're barely even here."

Sam bit his lip. No, he wouldn't think of that now!

"Well, yeah, I've got my projects. It's not like I want to spend so much time away…"

"I'm going to go to NYADA too so we can we together every day again. Like in High School."

Sam sighed and opened his eyes. He could count the hours he had seen Blaine in the last months on, like, three hands. It hadn't been enough, they hadn't had time for trips or romantic evenings or even unromantic evenings, much less wedding planning, and to make things worse Blaine then had gotten that stupid mentor woman that wanted him to sleep on the stage or whatever he did when he was away all those nights.

Man.

"Let's move the wedding up for just a bit", Sam mimicked his fiancé. Of course he had known it was important to Blaine to get to Broadway. But was sacrificing his whole love life really worth it? This dull woman had gotten more of Blaine than Sam, well, good for her to be a famous artist-whatever-bla but Sam was important, too, wasn't he?

"Just now I need to put effort into my education, can't you understand? It's important for my career, and it won't be forever like that, Sam."

And where Sam would have swallowed down his next words a year ago they now had come out without even asking for his permission.

"Where do I fit in with your busy career then?"

Sam pressed his forehead against the cold window. Crowded streets and racing cars. Still it was quieter than New York, and more normal. More human.

Blaine hadn't answered. That was the worst of it all. He had just looked away.

The dreaded thing had happened. Career. What an ugly word.

So naturally Sam had decided to get one himself. Apparently in the world they lived in career was something like a lover, the one you spend your precious time with and what you put the most effort in to make it work out.

Yeah okay, he knew he sounded bitter. Still. Going home was the only option for now. Clear his head and stuff. Because he actually really, really needed to make up his mind about what he wanted to do with his life. Sure, he had some money from the song-publication last year but that wouldn't last forever. And he had to have a mission in life, everybody had, right? When he had found it he sure would understand how Blaine got so worked up about a job.

Also, the next day Blaine would head out to Rhode Island for a week and Sam wasn't in the mood to spend his days alone in the apartment (or worse, with Sebastian)

Sam arrived at his parents house at eight in the evening when it was already getting dark. The summer was over now, what a pity. It would take so long until the next one came.

At exactly seven he managed to be alone in his (not at all changed) room and booted his computer. One click later he saw that Blaine was online. Sam's stomach wasn't quite sure what to feel since it made an excited loop and then sat down on the ground, arms crossed and denying to feel any affection.

"So? How's Kentucky?"

Sam stared at the screen, looking for the right words. It wasn't easy, it never was, and somehow he had to think of last September when they had been in the exact same position. Separated by hundred and thousands of miles.

"I'm sorry we had to part like that, Sam."

"Mh, me too."

That was unfair, Blaine should not be allowed to look so sorry and cute and cuddleable at the same time!

"You didn't even kiss me goodbye." Blaine pouted, and that was it. Sam glided to the front of the chair and cramped his hands around the computer screen.

"I'm so sorry, babe! I was so mad! I swear it won't happen again! But I was so disappointed, you didn't answer!"

"I know", Blaine sighed. "Because I didn't know what to say. And I've been thinking about it ever since. We will find a way, Sam, we will make it work, okay?"

"Okay!" Sam's eyes watered up. Of course they would! They would never break up, never, not because of stupid things like a career but also not because of anything else. Never!

"I love you so much", Sam said.

"I love you, too."

Sam wiped over his eyes. "Blaine… it's all so stupid."

"It is, it really is. But at least we have each other, right?"

"Yes." Sam laid a hand on the screen and Blaine did the same.

"How long will you be away?" Blaine asked.

"Only for a week", Sam said. "I will go visit Finn in Lima and he will help me figure out what to do with my life and then I come back to New York and we get it on."

Blaine chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."

"It is a plan!"

When Blaine disconnected from Skype he leaned back in the desk chair and sighed. In Sam's mind things were so easy. Sadly, life didn't always go along with it. But maybe this time it would? Maybe when Blaine came back from his experience-week in Brown Sam would be back, too, and do whatever his heart wanted to do.

The apartment felt empty without Sam and he wasn't even gone for a day. Sure, the big orange pumpkins and the black plastic bats on the wall were a memory of Sam's presence here, as well as the fat wedding file and the bride magazines on the table. Especially the last ones were a sign of hope. They would make it and live happily ever after, of that Blaine was sure. If the road got a bit tough, well, so be it. But they would make it through.

They weren't like Cooper and Martina, for example. The couple had married and their baby, Piper Rome Anderson, was only a few months old but they were in a serious fight already. Blaine knew it from his mum because Martina was living at the Anderson's right now. It had seemed strange at first but then Blaine had learned that their fight was about Martina wanting to move to Lima so her child would have grandparents while Cooper on the other hand didn't want to leave L.A. because he still was working on getting famous.

Blaine wasn't like his brother, right? He would realise when the moment to give up and prioritize was there. But he had only started his education, had a mentor who thought much of him and his classes were going well. He had a chance to make it in New York and he wanted to use it. He only needed to look at Rachel to remember himself that he would never stop trying. Not that Rachel had stopped. But she hadn't gone back to school and chose TV over education. Until now it didn't work for her and she didn't even have a boyfriend who she had to consider in her time schedule.

The doorbell pulled Blaine out of his thoughts.

"Going away partyyy!" Sebastian cried when he entered the apartment. Blaine was in the living room again, browsing through a bride's magazine.

"I'm only going away for one week."

"Tell Sam, because I bet everything I have he will be on my heels the whole week, whining over how lonely he is without you." Sebastian put a bottle onto the table and went into the kitchen. When he came back he brought three glasses and a bottle opener with him. He put the things on the table, got out of his jacket and threw it over the rest of the armchair.

"Sam's not here", Blaine informed him. "He's in Kentucky, visiting his family."

Sebastian took up the bottle. "What, even when you're still here?"

"It kind of was a short circle reaction", Blaine admitted.

"Wait, for real?" Sebastian stopped his actions and frowned at Blaine.

"We fought."

"Oh. Damn. What if one of you gets into a car accident now and dies? The last words you have then are 'I don't love you anymore!'. Shame on you."

The bottle opened and Sebastian filled two glasses with sparkling cider.

"We didn't say that! And anyway, no one will die! Gosh, Sebastian."

"Hey, you know and love my overly dramatic personality."

"I do know it, yeah", Blaine sighed. He took one glass and drank a few gulps of it. Oh, it was good.

"A toast to your career?" Sebastian asked.

Blaine looked at Sebastian and drank on. Until the glass was empty, then he held it to him and Sebastian grinningly filled it up again.

"That's my boy."

"I'm not your boy."

"Just drink up."

One hour later.

"No, you will not drunk dial Sam!" Sebastian tried to get Blaine's phone.

"But I miiisss him! So much!"

"Give me… argh!" Sebastian managed to get the phone and Blaine broke down on the couch, hugging a pillow.

"The boy would get into the car and drive the night through", Sebastian mumbled while he occupied with Blaine's phone.

"Ugh, even your private conversations are the most disgusting, sickly-sweet lovers ever", he said.

"I miss him."

"I easily could write him things like…" Sebastian looked into the air for a while, then he threw the phone on the table.

"Screw it, even I can't think of anything evil to do to you two."

"Sam's my fluff bunny."

"Please tell me you don't call him that during sex."

"Fluff bunny." Blaine grinned and rubbed his face against the pillow. With his eyes closed he could easily imagine it as Sam's chest, expecially since it smelled like him. Oh, Sammy…

Monday, September 28th, 34 days until Halloween

Clotted blood was thrusting through Blaine's head and he immadiately knew he had been drunk. He opened his eyes and closed them again, holding his hand in front of them. Too bright. Who had turned on the lights?

And who was talking?

What was this quite but constant buzzing? Was it in his head or… wait. He was sitting in a chair, not lying in his bed.

Blaine pulled down his hand and forced his eyes open, and they stayed open from there on. He sat in one of many rows with other people, and two stewardesses were pushing a carriage along the middle aisle.

"How did I get here?" Blaine wondered.

"Do you want something to drink?" A blonde stewardess asked him and his neighbours.

"Yes, I take a coke and I think my friend here would like some water."

Blaine looked to his right, where a classmate received the ordered drinks for them. Other classmates were around them. He was on the plane to Rhode-Island.

"How did I get here?" Blaine asked as Steve gave him a bottle of water.

"What do you mean?"

"Well… how did I get here? Did someone carry me?"

Steve stared at him. "What?"

"Then what?" Blaine asked a bit irritaded.

"Uh, you walked in? An to the airport you came with a cab. Although I heard the rumor that the cab driver did have to wake you up."

"That… can't be."

"Man, how much did you drink yesterday?" Steve chuckled.

Blaine sighed, leaned back and drank his water. What a great start to a school project… that would get scored, nonetheless. NYADA did nothing for fun.

"Already tired of the Big Apple?" Finn asked the moment he saw Sam.

"Nice to see you too!"

They hugged shortly and firmly, like real men did, and then Sam looked up the building they were standing in front of.

"So this is your new home."

Finn hit Sam's shoulder. "Come one, let's go drink a beer. I know just the place."

"Okay but remember you want to tell me all about how you found your lifes mission."

Finn nodded earnestly and started to walk away from the dorm house along a windy way on the campus of Lima College. He now was in the second year his postgraduate course of becoming a teacher, something that sounded really meaningful.

"Sure, can do. When I was a little boy…"

"Do you still coach Glee club?" Sam inerrupted him.

"No, that was last year's internship. I can't spend all of my time at my old High School", Finn said. "I'm a grown-up now."

"Mh, yeah, cool", Sam nodded. The way was surrounded by green lawn sprinkled with red and orange leaves that fell from the trees. It was somewhat windy, yet still warm enough to be outside without a jacket. Students were walking along or sitting on benches, and they all looked so clever!

"Are you dating someone?" he asked.

"I though you wanted to hear my story?"

"That too, yes."

"When I was a little boy I wanted to be exactly like my father who I never knew", Finn said.

"Tragic", Sam sighed. He wondered if he was boring because he knew both of his parents and wasn't stroken by loss at a young age already.

"He was a war hero…"

"Cool."

"Or so I thought. Turned out he wasn't but I went to the army nonetheless."

"So brave", Sam breathed.

"Would you stop it with the comments, man? I'm trying to concentrate. Oh, here we are."

They reached the end of the campus and entered the side walk of a main road. Only a few steps down they stood in fron of an Irish Pub and Finn put his hand on the oaken door's handle.

"This, my friend, is what adult life looks like!" He started to go in but then hesitated and turned to Sam. "You are eightteen, right?"

"I'm nineteen", Sam said. "But isn't the drinking age…"

"Oh, don't worry, my friend, don't worry. We're in Ohio, after all." And with that, Finn pushed the door fully open.

Merry music filled the air as Sam followed Finn. It smelled of alcohol and sweat, and everywhere people were laughing and talking. And there where girls everywhere, blonde, brunette and red-heads, all gorgeous, all looking like they were having the time of their lives.

"Wow", Sam said. "That's what being at college is like?"

"Yup." Finn headed straight to the bar and ordered two beer. Sam followed him slowly, still looking around.

"I kind of miss girls", he mumbled.

"Here, you don't need to miss them. Just turn around and one will be there for you."

"Uh, I have a boyfriend."

"Oh. Right. How's that going?"

Sam grinned and held up his hand with the engagement ring.

"Pretty good, I'd say."

"Oh."

"Don't get too excited."

Finn leaned against the counter and shrugged.

"No, it's just, I've been there. Getting engaged at a young age…" He shrugged again and received two beer mugs. One he put in front of Sam, then he got out his wallet.

"It's different with Blaine and me", Sam said.

Finn gave a ten dollar bill to the bar keeper. After he got the change he put his wallet into his pocket.

"You mean because you love each other so much and want to stay together forever, but one of you has big plans to get famous on broadway while the other one is more of a country boy and not sure what to do with his life so he just does the next best thing?"

"Uh…" Sam rubbed his nose. "If you put it that way…"

"I'm not saying anything, man. You need to live your own life and make your own decisions", Finn said. "Just be sure you do make your own decisions."

He held up his glass, Sam nudged it with his own and they drank some big gulps. Sam maybe a few more than Finn. His heart was as heavy as lead when he compared him and Blaine to Finn and Rachel. Their story was different, and would end differently!

Someone tipped on his shoulder and Sam looked to the left.

"Haaave you met Ted?" a guy asked. Sam could just frown as the guy pulled a giggling girl to them.

"Actually, my name is Theodora", she said.

"Uh, hi", Sam said.

"And you are…?"

"Sam?"

She giggled again. The guy who had introduced her had vanished and Finn just sat there with an amused smile on his lips.

The weird narrow feeling creeping up Sam's throat could only described as panic. He threw his hand in front of her face.

"I'm engaged."

"Relax, I just want one dance", Theodora said, holding up her finger.

"No!"

"Sam", Finn said in a pacifying voice.

"We came here to talk", Sam said. "And now you're trying to make me cheat on Blaine? Not cool!"

Sam put his beer on the counter and got up.

Outside he put his arms around himself, looked into the blue sky and tried to ignore the fact that he was trembling.

"Dude, what the hell?" Finn came out, too, and Sam could only shake his head. He knew he had overreated but still.

"Not cool", he repeated.

"What is going on?" Finn asked.

"Nothing."

"Would Blaine mind if you enjoy yourself? Because if so…"

"No, he wouldn't!" Sam exclaimed. He started walking down the road where they had come from to get his head clear. Stupid beer, he shouldn't have drunken those three gulps.

"Then what?" Finn followed Sam and asked those questions that Sam didn't want to ask himself.

They reached the campus and the noises from the street got quieter. Sam took a deep breath and sat down on an empty bench. Finn remained standing and looked questioningly at him.

"I'm afraid…" Sam said when he finally glanced up. "I'm afraid I could like it, okay? I'm only human."

"Oh." Finn bit his lip.

"And I don't want to be the bi one who can't keep it in his pants. That's what everybody thinks, anyway. But they are wrong, they have to be."

Finn sat down and threw Sam a pityful glance. Sam on the other hand hadn't even known he thought like this but now he couldn't keep the words in anymore; they just kept coming.

"I love Blaine and I want to be faithful to him like he is faithful to me. I love touching him, smelling him, sexing him up…"

"I don't need to know the details."

"…and I love to dig in his round, juicy, perfect booty." Sam formed some curves with his hands, while biting his lower lip and moaning.

"Sam, you're making me uncomfortable."

"But girls have breasts, Finn."

"I noticed."

"And it's not like it's the worst thing to eat some p…"

"Okay, okay, I get your drift."

Sam sighed and leaned against the back of the bench.

"Well, there's only one solution for your problem, obviously", Finn said.

"Yeah?"

"Have a threesome."

Sam stared at Finn but Finn's face remained serious.

"I mean it", he said. "Not with a friend, call a hooker. But do it."

Sam frowned and watched the buildings lining up along the way. What the heck? Finn was a crazy person, so crazy! They wouldn not call a hooker, come on. Sam wouldn't even tell Blaine about this conversation because Blaine would feel as if he wasn't enough for Sam and that simply wasn't true.

Was it?

Coming up next Friday: Blaine meets an old friend at Brown (guess who!) and Sam doesn't like it. Blaine however doesn't like Sam's decision regarding colleges and they get into a fight.