I don't know why but I really like writing about Sam. Anyways, here's a short fic on the reunion of Sam and Blaine after all that time they spent at Dalton together and after Sam fled to McKinley. I wish this was canon so much.
As a rule, Sam Evans was a really easygoing guy. The type of easygoing who did what his mom told him to do because he didn't want to make her mad. The type of easygoing that made all his friends come to him to whine about stupid, mundane things, because they knew he'd never tell them to shut up. The type of easy going who took a glance at a bad grade and said with a laugh, "Well, better luck next time, I s'pose?" The type of easygoing who always let his girlfriend choose the movie on Friday nights, who shrugged at the idea of singing a duet with Kurt Hummel, who didn't let Rachel Berry's long speeches in Glee club drive him insane. The list went on.
And newly added to the list, Sam Evans was now the type of easygoing, apparently, that got talked into going on a double date with two dudes.
("But it's not a double date!" he remembered Kurt had warned him with threatening eyebrows and a finger pointed at his nose. Then, he'd smiled to himself, "At least, he doesn't know it's a double date. Yet.")
It's not like he blamed Kurt for picking him and Quinn. He liked everyone in Glee club well enough (well, most of the time), but looking at the other couples, not many were really—well—prime dinner companions when you were trying to, uh, seduce a guy. Or whatever it was Kurt was trying to do. But seriously. There was Finn and Rachel (Rachel was a motor mouth), Santana and Puck (Santana would probably try and seduce the guy, gay or not), and…uh, was Tina still with Artie? Or was it Mike now?
Sam didn't know. He didn't really keep up with all the gossip in Glee club.
That was probably why he had been so stupidly, stupidly unprepared for this whole mess. Maybe if he did pay attention to gossip, he wouldn't currently be standing face to face with his absolute nightmare in the entrance of Breadsticks. (Well, absolute nightmare may have been dramatic: that title belonged to the possibility of his comic book collection burning in a fire, but uh, anyway.)
The point was: Kurt probably had name-dropped his mystery man a million times in Glee club, but Sam had a bit of a problem when it came to tuning out. Unless they were actually singing or Quinn was talking to him about something important (which he learned to pick up on when she said his name with a sharp slant), then it was hard to pay attention to what was going on around him. For all he knew, Kurt could've been singing, "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!" around the choir room for the past month, and Sam had been too busy staring into space or playing Pokémon Blue on his old Game Boy color to notice.
Crap, if only he had noticed.
Kurt was positively giddy when he, Sam and Quinn entered the restaurant to find Blaine waiting for them. For a second, Sam thought it was just some sick coincidence—like how Flash Thompson just coincidentally looked exactly like Spiderman in a homemade costume in The Amazing Spiderman #5 and wound up getting kidnapped by Doctor Doom—and that they really weren't meeting Blaine. But any hopes of that were squashed when Kurt rushed up to him with a bright smile.
"Blaine!" he said. "These are my friends."
Sam had to think fast. He hadn't told any of the members of Glee club—well, anything. He'd mentioned vaguely that he'd come from an all boy's school, but not much more than that. When Mr. Schue had announced that Dalton would be their competition at regionals, Sam had kept his mouth closed. The less the people at McKinley knew about last year, the better. Especially about Blaine.
'About Blaine.' It was a loaded thought and Sam tried not to think it so fully. Because as far as he was concerned (or, uh, as far as he'd been able to convince himself), there wasn't much of a story. He and Blaine had been roommates, yeah, and yeah, he'd known that Blaine was gay and it had never bothered him. Because Sam was straight. So what if he and Blaine had gotten to be close friends, and so what if one night, they'd kissed or whatever, and he might've, you know, liked it or something? And so what if it had left him fucking confused?
Er, yeah. So what.
He couldn't exactly think about that know, anyway. That's why he'd transferred to McKinley in the first place. So he wouldn't have to think about it, so he could just—go back to what was comfortable and familiar and not freaking confusing, you know?
Kurt seemed to misconstrue his silence for disapproval or something, because he cleared his throat and gave an uneasy laugh. "These are my friends," he repeated in a lilting voice, "who, I swear, are not normally this quiet and socially inept. Right, guys?"
Sam made his decision then, and prayed to Grilled Cheesus that Blaine wouldn't blow his cover.
"Ha, yeah, hi," he said, extending a hand for Blaine to shake, and simultaneously lacing his other hand around Quinn's waist. "I'm Sam, and this is my girlfriend Quinn. It's nice to meet you."