It has been eight months since the 'ring-release' but Sam is not lonely. He has found himself a Midsummer lover. Then Blaine comes back to Lima, and before Sam can start courtship number two the former Warbler gets a boyfriend. The new enemy is called Karofsky. What will Sam do to defeat him and get the love of his life back? First, he should break up with his girlfriend - but that turns out harder than is sounds.

In Memory of Cory Monteith.

Good to be Home

June 2016

Midsummer had always been the most magical and romantic time of the year, and today wasn't an exception. Here he sat, watching the sun set into the lake and humming Taylor and Ed's "Everything has changed".

"Fairies are flying around us", Sam said in between his humming. "To see them, you have to close your eyes."

Dana giggled.

"How can I see anything with my eyes closed?"

"You can", Sam assured her. "Because then you start looking with your heart."

Dana closed her eyes, still smiling. The sun let her brown hair appear golden, it was so fascinating.

"And?" he asked.

"Yeah. I see them", Dana said. She opened her eyes again and focused them on Sam.

"They are very handsome."

"Fairies aren't handsome, they are beautiful."

"The males ones, I mean."

"Oh." Sam bit his lip. "Yeah, it makes sense that there also are male fairies."

"So. Sam. Last evening in freedom." Dana shifted her weight on her arms and outstretched her feet into the lake, sprinkling some water into Sam's direction.

"It was a nice week", he nodded.

"Just nice?" She asked quietly.

Now Sam might have been single for a while, but he still could read all the signs. He was ninety percent sure Dana liked him the same way he liked her. Her eyes, for example, sparkling at him and seemed to say 'kiss me'. Should he do so?

"A great week, very great", he said.

"Have you made new friends?"

"Yeah, I had never thought I could like Brad and Blake. They are so annoying in class."

"Just because you can't tell them apart", Dana laughed.

"Not true, I totally can! I just don't want to." Sam shook his head.

"And how about the girls?"

"I still hate Chelsey but I guess the others are okay."

Dana still looked at him. Sam's heart beat faster as he said:

"There's one I like more than the others, though."

Still that gaze. Okay, that could only mean one thing: she wanted it. Sam leaned closer. Her lips looked sweet, but also frail. He had to be very gentle.

They met in a warm touch. The first kiss was always the best, always. Except for the ones to come after that, those familiar, intimate, yet exciting kisses...

Sam pulled back and stared at the glistening lake, gulping down tears. Damn, why now? He swallowed hard and pressed his lips together.

"Is... Did I do something wrong?" Dana asked.

"No, no. Sorry... sometimes I... think of depressing stuff."

"Oh."

Sam cleared his throat. "It's got nothing to do with you."

"You got depressed when you kissed me."

Dana got up, and Sam quickly did, too. He followed her down the deck, passing yachts on their left.

"It's not what you think! I recently came out of a long relationship, well not recently, but you know how it is, you have to think of your ex at the most inconvenient times even when you don't want to and it messes everything up that is important and that could give your life new hope and... you don't want that... and..."

Sam didn't know what to say. Luckily Dana stopped and looked at him, eyes still sad but not angry anymore.

"I'm sorry your heart got broken", she said. "I know how it is. Maybe you need more time."

"No, I don't, I swear I don't." Sam grasped her hand and squeezed it.

"You're so beautiful, when I look at you my heart doesn't feel broken anymore. I... sometimes... I mean if you want to try it..."

"Take things slow?" Dana suggested, returning the pressure.

Relieved, Sam nodded. In the last months he had thought he would be single for the rest of his life, that he could never love again, that he didn't deserve it. But Dana was a silver line at the horizon, a newborn hope, everything.

Holding hands, they walked back to the hostel where their class was staying. Who would have thought that only half an hour drive away from Lima was this big lake people went to for vacations? Sam wouldn't know. Since he lived in Ohio he had never been on vacation with his family or even school, for that matter. But now laid seven days of sun, outdoor fun and laughter behind him and when they would get home they had only a few weeks of school left before the summer break.

"Does taking things slow mean we can't make plans for Midsummer already?" Sam asked when they came in sight of the hostel.

"I'm sure we can. What's on your mind?"

Midnight bonfires, sleeping outside, watching fire flies, eating marshmallows, exchanging small, meaningful gifts as well as kisses, tenderness, making magical memories...

"Stuff." Sam shrugged.

They came to the entrance, and Dana stopped before going in, turning to Sam.

"Uhm." She put a strand of hair behind her ear and slightly bit her lip.

"What?" Sam's hand suddenly was on her shoulder, fiddling with her hair. Oh, how nice long hair was. And so soft!

She put her hand on his, so he looked at her.

"What do we tell people...? Or don't you want them to know..."

"Why should we hide?" Sam asked. "I'm not good at acting."

"Because it's so fresh and new and..." She shrugged.

"We don't tell them anything but we also don't hide", Sam said. "Does everybody need to know the details?"

"My friends will ask me."

"So?"

"So, what should I tell them?"

Sam puckered his lips.

"That we kissed?"

Dana sighed, shook her head and went in. Sam had the slight feeling to have done something wrong but then again that hadn't been a fight, had it?

July 2016

Blaine put his suitcase on the ground and inhaled deeply as he looked around. His bed, the desk, the armchair, even the pictures on the wallpaper were still the same as he had left them because his parents had said it would always be his room just like Cooper's room was still full of huge close-up photos of the older boy.

It was good to be home again, even though it felt weirdly odd. He would need to make some changes in the furniture, obviously, but living with his parents instead of having Sebastian Smythe as the room mate from hell would be so relaxing.

"Blainy, honey, I made you some hot chocolate."

His mother entered with a tray, where a mug and a plate with home-baked cookies where on.

"Mum! I'm not five anymore", he said. "But thanks."

She sat the tray down on the desk and went to open a window.

"You won't believe how empty the house is since Martina left", she said. "It's good that you're back."

"For six months only, mum", he remembered her.

"Yes, yes, of course. Look at my little boy!"

Clara came to Blaine and actually pinched his cheek, something you'd expect from a grandma. But then again his mum was a grandma now.

Blaine leaned back.

"Mum, please, let me unpack."

"Of course. If you need something, I'll be downstairs."

Already in the door she turned around again.

"And Blaine? Your father is glad to see you, too, you know that, right?"

"Yes, I..." Blaine cleared his throat. "I could tell by the way he actually looked up from the newspaper to greet me."

"Oh, you!" She shook his head and left.

"That wasn't a joke" Blaine muttered.

He took the old shirts out of the closet to make room for his new clothes. It were only a few, and they were still good, so he put them in a box to give them away. As he took out the last one to fold it he stopped and frowned at it. Oversized, plaid and crumpled, this shirt screamed 'past' even louder than the other ones.

For a minute, Blaine stared at it. He would get confronted head-on with that part of his past sooner or later, he knew he couldn't avoid it while living in Lima. He didn't know how he should feel about it, though.

Blaine exhaled and put the shirt into the give-away-box with the other ones. Not thinking about it always helped.

His phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket.

Tina: lils still in there

Irritated, Blaine shook his head and switched off the screen light. Just as he wanted to throw it on the bed it buzzed again, this time with Sebastian's name.

Hail Top Dog! How's the home air? Sniffed old gel cans yet?

Quickly Blaine wrote back 'it's good to be home', then cast the phone away. He needed to get organized, at least his clothes could be tidy if nothing else in his life was.

By the time he closed the cupboard, rubbed his hands and let his gaze wander through the room to see what he could change the doorbell rang. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that his mother called him down five seconds later.

"Who is it?" Blaine called back, because really, no one knew he was here. Except Tina but she would not show up unannounced anywhere these days.

"It's your friends, you idiot, come down!" Finn's voice called back.

"Oh my." Blaine sighed. He had told Kurt to please not inform Finn about his return. Good to know Blaine's wishes were respected.

His heart hammered on his way down, wondering who'd else come to welcome him back home.

"Those people say they are your friends", Blaine mother said, still standing at the door and not letting anyone in.

"They are", Blaine affirmed. He reached the door and got pulled into a hug by Finn, and while Blaine hugged back he saw grinning faces from his past. Ryder was there, his hair with black highlights now. And Marley, still the same old sweet girl but with glasses on her face. Then there was a girl who Blaine didn't know, chewing gum and nodding at him.

"Chelsey", she introduced herself. "You're the ex, huh?"

"I'm Blaine", he said.

"Chelsey, be nice", Ryder said, putting an arm around the blonde girl.

"Come in, come in." Blaine waved his friend in and when he closed the door, he pressed his lips together and gulped down the queasiness of his stomach. But as soon as he joined the others in his room he was happy old Blaine again.

"You missed us!" Finn exclaimed.

"Yeah", Blaine laughed. "But I'm also here for work."

"Don't ruin the moment, my friend."

Chelsey sat on Blaine's bed already, a book in her hands and didn't look up. Ryder and Marley were awkwardly standing in the room.

"Do you want to drink something?" Blaine asked.

"I've never been here", Finn said, studying the DVD shelf. "Except for that time you had that eye thingy, remember?"

"Uhm, yeah. Seems like a thousand years ago."

"Me neither. What's Blaine got there?" Ryder joined Finn.

"How do you feel? Being back?" Marley asked.

"Good, it feels good to be home again", Blaine said probably for the tenth time today.

"Great."

She looked like she wanted to say more. Blaine nodded and looked around.

"Yeah... just unpacked..."

"So, are you seeing someone, or...?" Marley asked.

"She's asking you out", Chelsey said.

Blaine looked at her, but she was still not looking at them.

"I'm not", Marley quickly said.

"I know you're not", Blaine said, frowning. "But no, at the moment I'm not seeing..."

"Hey! Planet of the Apes!" Finn exclaimed. "Can I burrow this?"

"Sure", Blaine said. And to Marley: "It's all about work, you know, my career doesn't really give me much free time."

"Oh, how is it going? What have you done lately?"

Glad at least someone showed personal interest Blaine told her all about his NYADA projects, mainly about music videos and show orchestration.

"And you are studying for the teachers exam?", he asked.

Finn and Ryder settled down at the end of Blaine's bed. He let Marley have the desk chair and sat cross-legged down on the floor.

"Yeah, we have a plan to take over McKinley", Finn said. "I'll lead the Glee club, obviously I'm made for that, and maybe teach geography or something."

"Chelsey will be the new Sue", he further explained. "Ryder here..." Finn hid the mentioned boy's shoulder.

"He's going to be the first dyslexic principal ever, Marley will have all English and Spanish classes, and Sam will take over sports."

He and Ryder laughed, and Blaine did his best to join in but it got choked by his returned queasiness and escaped as a weird noise.

Finn cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, I mean..." He shrugged. "Uhhhhhh."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Sounds like a plan. Surely, it will be the best school in the whole country."

Everybody agreed and they fell silent. Blaine studied his nails. What could he mention to change the topic? Grades... food... drinks again?

"I hope it's okay that we ambushed you", Marley said. "You must be tired from the journey. Did you fly in?"

Blaine nodded. "I had a great flight. Nice food. Curry, actually."

"So, you came during the summer break to have some fun with us, right?" Finn asked.

"No, in Dalton they have summer camps and I will lead one, that's my plan until the semester starts." Blaine shrugged. He cleared his throat and watched his nails again.

"Also, would be weird to hang out with all of you, wouldn't it?"

"Pff... don't think about that, we can always split up", Finn said. "The group, I mean."

"I don't want to be the reason for... that's..." Blaine shook his head. "I wouldn't feel good about it. Hey, did you know that Tina is back in Lima, too?"

"What? No, why? She blocked me from her facebook site after I asked her if Asians have special stores where they buy clothes. I didn't mean to sound, I mean, they all kind of dress the same, don't they?" Finn asked.

Ryder discreetly shook his head to him.

"She's taking a time-out because she's going to give birth soon", Blaine said. There was no point in hiding it, everybody who saw her knew it.

"Should have given birth last week, actually, she's overdue."

"Oh God! What's her mother saying?" Marley asked.

"Not really happy about it but will be okay if the baby is one hundred percent Asian", Blaine said. "Her father, not so much."

"And?" Finn asked. "Will it be?"

"We'll have to wait and see", Blaine said. The fact that Mike was the father of the baby was still a thing that Tina had forbidden him to utter to anybody with a sincere sounding thread of violence should he ever tell a living person.

"So cool! First Glee baby!"

While Finn still wallowed in even more school conquering plans, Chelsey got up and stretched her arms.

"Ryder, five minutes are over!"

"I'm chatting here."

"You said five minutes! We're in this pastry-smelling house since at least ten minutes already. Come on."

She snapped her fingers on her way to the door. There she leaned against the door frame and stared Ryder down.

"Uh, so, Blaine, it was good to see you again", Ryder said.

"Good to see you, too."

Blaine got up with his friend, and walked him and Chelsey to the front door. Ryder got another hug. It was comforting to see old friends, Blaine wouldn't have thought that.

"And by the way", Chelsey said when Ryder turned to go. "Sam has a new girlfriend. Somebody has to tell you, right? You're welcome."

She lifted her hand, winked and pulled Ryder away.

"I don't care!" Blaine called after them.

"Why would I care, tsk." He shook his head, closed the door and tried to kill it with his look. It didn't work. Instead, he was getting sick. He swallowed it down and went back to his room.

Was it weird that Sam had chosen to stay with the Hummel-Hudsons over the summer instead of going home to his own family?

"That is a good question, my friends", he said. "And to understand my doings you need to know this: my father hates me."

He kicked a stone away. With a quiet blub it sank down the lake. The pigeons didn't care, after all he still had bread in his hands.

"I mean, he doesn't hate me but he can't accept that I'm bi. I won't tell him I'm dating a girl because he'd only think I've 'come to my senses' and that's not true. I will never come to my senses!"

With much force he threw the bread into the lake, too, but it flew only five feet and then swam on the surface. The pigeons scolded him but Sam had other problems.

Moments later he was at the white pavilion where it all had began. He rested his arms at the railing and looked over the sparkling lake. Blaine was back in Lima but he hadn't said anything to Sam, no text, no facebook message, no call. He probably didn't want to seem him. But heck, they were living only four blocks away from each other, how could he not... How did he think this would go down? If he had wanted to avoid Sam he shouldn't have come here. So maybe he did want to see him but wasn't ready yet?

Sam pursed his lips when two swans were idly paddling by. They were making fun of him, those darn animals that choose one partner for their life and never separated from them by their own choice.

Or maybe they wanted to tell him something?

"This is stupid", Sam mumbled. He got his phone out and, without thinking too much, send a fatal text.

To Blaine: do it the hard way or the esay way? I'm in ostrich park.

Then he put his phone away and forbid himself to check it. He sat down on the bench in front of the pavilion and enjoyed the sun. He would wait half an hour, not one second longer.

Fourty-five minutes later he got up and slowly walked along the lake.

The hard way it shall be.

Although he demanded hard work from his students Blaine would never, ever torment them like some NYADA teachers did. He knew that staying hydrated, enough food and rest was the best way to get extraordinary results. That was why he scheduled a twenty minutes break every two hours.

During one, he went to his backpack and got out a towel with that he wiped over his forehead. Then he pulled out his phone and, again, looked at the weird message he had gotten yesterday. His phone didn't know this number so it was easy to think somebody had send it by accident... if there wasn't the mention of Ostrich Park.

But no. No. Blaine shook his head and erased the text. Pure coincidence.

He had emptied half of his water bottle when his phone went once more. This time, the message he got almost made him fell from the chair.

"Oh my God!" He jumped up and packed his stuff together.

"I am so sorry, guys, but for today practice is over, I have an emergency", he informed the young Warblers.

"Too bad, Mr. Anderson", the captain said. "But sure we can stay here and continue without you?"

"That is a very good attitude", Blaine praised. "But I have to lock the door when I'm not around. You could all gather together in the school yard or somewhere else."

He shooed them all out, locked the door with trembling hands and raced to his car.

Luckily, the hospital was only ten minutes away.

Blaine had only met Mr. Cohen-Chang once but he immediately identified the man pacing the hallway as Tina's father.

"Hello, I'm Tina's friend Blaine, how is it going?" he asked while trying to catch his breath.

"There are complications", Mr. Cohen-Chang said. "They are doing a c-section."

"Oh good Lord." Blaine sank down in a waiting chair and drove a hand through his hair. In some moments he was glad not to be a woman, and this was such a moment.

Mr. Cohen-Chang kept pacing the floor, Blaine teetered his feet and closely observed the doors to where the ORs were.

"Do you know who the father is?"

Suddenly Mr. Cohen-Chang stood right in front of him, piercing his eyes through him.

"I can only assure you that I am not it. I'm gay", Blaine quickly said.

Mr. Cohen-Chang raised his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't stop my daughter from trying anything."

"Uh, it stops me from doing anything for sure", Blaine said.

"Are you in a relationship?"

Damn, what was this, a police interrogation?

"Not at the moment, no."

The eyebrows climbed even higher.

"I was when Tina got pregnant! Also, I was in New York all the time."

Blaine stopped. He didn't have to justify himself to this man, come on.

"You visited her in Brown. Nine months ago. I can do the math, you know?"

Blaine's jaw dropped. What?

"Sir, I assure you two-hundred percent that I never did anything to or with your daughter, that I am perfectly gold-star gay and still hopelessly in love with my ex-boyfriend."

"Mhh." Mr. Cohen-Chang squinted his eyes.

Blaine drove a hand over his mouth and watched the doors. Finally, Tina's father started pacing again. Blaine's heart wouldn't calm down, though. Why had he mentioned... why had he said... The rule was to not talk or think about it. Ever.

But how could he do that when he was back in Lima?

And wasn't the reason he had chosen to do his practical semester at Dalton to live here again?

The only reason they had broken up was because of the long distance. But that... It had been many months ago. Things had changed.

"Mr. Cohen-Chang?" A nurse came to them.

Blaine jumped up. He followed them into the labor room where a sweaty Mrs. Cohen-Chang stood next to Tina's bed. The young girl's hair was a mess, her cheeks were red and sweat drops sat on her forehead. Blaine had never seen her like that. The biggest change were her eyes. She looked at the infant in her arms with so much love and joy that Blaine immediately teared up. Oh, the miracle of newborn life!

"Please tell me you won't keep calling her 'little sucker'", he said as he placed himself at the end of the bed.

Old Tina would have said something like "she had to lay breech to make me suffer" or "lilsucker stole my nutrition three weeks longer than necessary" but the Tina in that hospital bed right there, she only laughed and shook her head.

"It's Lily from now on."

"Can I take a picture? Of the whole family?" Blaine asked.

Mr. Cohen-Chang had gotten all quiet but at least posted himself next to his daughter, while his wife smiled into the camera.

"And it's completely Asian!" Mrs. Cohen-Chang was happy.

In fact, they were all happy and Blaine felt like he had no place here. Their family had become a new member and he wanted to give them bonding time, so he excused himself after a while.

"Blaine?" Tina called when he was at the door. So he looked back.

"Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome." He smiled at her, then retreated. The quiet of the hallway surrounded him, and he couldn't ignore his loud heart beats anymore.

So beautiful, so perfect, and exactly what he wanted. A happy family. It was... It was too much. Blaine sat down on a chair and buried his face in his hands, not sure if the tears came from joy or sadness or both.

"Does it has to be so warm?" Finn complained.

"It's summer", Sam explained.

"I hate the summer."

Dark sunglasses, white towels and pink ice-cream was all they needed on this hot day. Ryder had convinced his parents to leave him home alone while they were on their summer vacation, thus the Lynn's house – especially their back yard – was the new it-place of the friends.

This was especially good because Sam didn't have to pay for anything. Drinks and food was always there, as well as clean facilities. It truly was like being on vacation.

"Blaine likes to be dramatic, you know?"

Sam slurped the last drops of his milk shake and put it on the small wooden table between their sun loungers.

"Didn't answer my text and all."

Finn lifted his head.

"What year is it?"

"I'm just saying, it's in his DNA to be theatrical. He can't help it."

"Or he has moved on."

Sam shook his head. "Marley said he's not seeing anyone."

"You are seeing someone."

"I wonder what his plan is."

"Dana, remember?"

"Maybe he'll start a secret-admirer-wants-you-back-action."

"Are you going to break up with her?"

"I don't know, maybe Blaine wants me to hesitate so it will be extra dramatic, you know?"

Finn pushed up his sun glasses and gave Sam a very doubtful look.

"Is life a big play to you, or what? That's not nice, you're using Dana for your stupid fantasy."

"It's not stupid!" Sam said. "What do you know, huh? You're single, so shut up!"

He raised and walked away from Finn, who thought he was so wise just because he was one year over him. Pf.

"Guys, guys!"

Marley came out of the house when Sam entered the terrace. She held up a phone.

"Do you remember I told you Tina is pregnant?"

"Let me think about it... yes. It was yesterday. Also, I already knew."

"Well, not anymore." Marley grinned and showed him a picture of an Asian girl in a hospital bed, smiling, a baby in her arms.

Sam grasped the phone and stared at it.

"This is Tina?"

"Yes!"

"But she looks so..."

"Happy?"

"I was about to say relaxed but yeah, happy, too."

She wasn't even wearing make-up. So strange.

Then Marleys phone made a text-noise and she tried to get it but Sam moved back. He wasn't ready yet.

At the top of the screen stood: Blaine: yeah and that's not...

Naturally, Sam touched it to read the whole message.

Blaine: yeah and that's not everything. Her parents are so happy, too, they are all so happy it made me cry. Do you sometimes feel like crying when everybody is laughing? Not that I don't want them to be but I realized that my chances of getting there aren't so great, right now, the way things worked out. I don't know. Not my best day.

"Sam! Sam, give me back my..."

Marley tried again, and Sam walked a few steps back.

"You are texting with Blaine!"

"So?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I?"

"FINN!" Sam cried and turned around. He ran to Finn, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Marley was following.

"Huh?"

"Stop her, please, she's trying to throw me into the pool!"

Sam rounded Finn's sun chair.

"What pool?"

"She's... being mean! Stop her!"

Marley caught up and Sam wasn't sure how long until she would win. But eventually, finally, Finn managed to get up. He took Marleys arms and steadied her, while Sam was already many feet away.

"Thaaanks!"

Luckily Finn was one of the slow ones so until Marley would have convinced him of the truth Sam had a few moments. He burst into the nearest bathroom, locked the door, pushed down the toilet lid and sat on it.

To Blaine: ….

What should he write? What would Marley write?

Blaine: Can I tell you something private?

Sam's jaw dripped. Man, this was so destiny!

Marley: Yes!

While Blaine was typing Sam's feet teetered up and down. A heavy thump against the door indicated Marleys arrival. This and her screaming his name.

"Can't a guy be in peace on the john?" he shouted back.

Blaine: But don't tell anybody, especially not... you know who. Yesterday when Tina was in labor her father pretty much interrogated me and I got defensive and let slip that I'm still in love with him. I mean, I forbid myself to think about it but now it's back, and how could it not...

Again, Blaine was typing. Sam squinted his eyes. Blaine was in love with Tina's father? What the heck? Was he actually having an affair with an old, married and not to say ugly guy? (Sam had never seen Mr. Cohen-Chang but he was damn sure that he was ugly.)

Marley: How could u!?

Blaine: I mean, now that I'm back in Lima, I will see him sooner or later, right? I'm so afraid that I will see that he doesn't love me anymore. I know about his girlfriend, Chelsey told me :(

Sam pursed his lips.

Blaine: How could I what?

Marley: the old guy thingy

Blaine: What?

Sam scratched his head. This wasn't how he had planned this conversation to go.

Marley: Since when?

Blaine: Since when I know about Sam's girlfriend? Friday. Or what do you mean?

Sam's hand shot to his mouth. Blaine was talking about him. Oh my God, he even called Sam 'you know who'! What did that mean, was it good or bad?

Blaine: You're good friends with them, right, do you know how serious they are?

"Shit, shit, shit." Sam formed a fist and bit on it. Of course it was good, everything was good. Blaine still wanted him, like Sam had known since, well, pretty much all the time. But what now? He couldn't reveal himself as 'Marley'.

He jumped up and tore open the bathroom door. Where was Marley when he needed her?

She sat in the kitchen, and Sam simply put her phone on the table in front of her.

"Tell him to call me. Now."

"Oh, finally! What have you done?" Marley took up her phone and read what had been written.

Meanwhile Sam tried to remember where he had put his shirt. Last time he had seen it was... well, he had arrived here wearing a shirt. Right now he wasn't. So there would have been a moment when he had gotten rid of it.

"Oh my God." Marley said.

"I know, right? I told you so."

"Sam, he said I shouldn't tell you. You are not supposed to know."

"Oh, screw it! You are a gossip girl, life's better that way. Saves us time. Have you seen my shirt?"

Sam was rumbling through Ryder's backpack on the ground, when Finn entered through the back door.

"Sam, why did you lie to me?"

"I don't care!" Sam said. "I need my shirt, now, and then go see Blaine."

"No, you don't." Marley got up and crossed her arms. "You can't ambush him like that. How about you call him first? Oh, and, talk to Dana, too."

"What's going on?" Finn wanted to know.

Marley showed him her phone, and Sam finally found a shirt. Not sure if it was his but if fitted him. He smoothed it out and looked up into two frowning faces.

"Marley's right", Finn said. "Don't rush into anything."

"How is it rushing when I've waited for this for months?" Sam stretched out his arms to both sides. How dumb where his friends?

"Blaine just got back here."

"And apparently only now realized he still likes you."

"Bullshit." If they wouldn't help him he'd find another way.

Sam was out of the house before they could blink.

The thing was when he and Finn went somewhere together Finn got to drive the truck, and also kept the keys to it. Sam would have to short-circuit the car.

"What the hell, man?"

Finn came out of the house, too, and Sam stopped from breaking into the truck.

"Look, I will get to him with or without you. Help me and I will reward you richly."

"Richly?"

"Yeah. With gold."

"What are you, a leprechaun?"

"You will find out soon enough. Help me?"

Finn sighed and threw a look behind him.

"Marley will so hate me."

"Who cares, yes!" Sam again tried to open the car door. Still locked.

But then the savior of the day approached and opened it with a beeping noise. Sam was on the passengers seat and buckled up when Finn had only done one more step towards him.

On they went!

Coming up: Will Blaine be home, so they can fall into each others arms and marry right away?