A/N: So I needed a break from TWD (I think both the readers and I need it) and I thought it was a good time as any to start that drama/action fic I told you about some time ago. Looooots of drama and suffering blam, be warned! Hope you like it!

CHAPTER 1

Blaine only had to open the door to his apartment that afternoon for a wide smile to break on his lips, even if he was dead tired from his long day of work at school. Music was coming from the bedroom; a set of keys was resting in the little table next to the door; a couple of trainers were lying untidily in the living room. All of them signs that his boyfriend had come back home after six days in Kentucky, visiting his family. The time for missing him had ended, Blaine though, as he left his own keys next to his boyfriend's and closed the front door silently so Sam wouldn't hear it.

Blaine crept about on tiptoe along the corridor to the room he had shared with Sam for over four years now, the happiest of his entire life, he reminded himself with the widest smile. The door was slightly ajar, and Blaine could see his boyfriend's wide back as he was leaning over the bed, unpacking his suitcase while humming distractedly to some country music he had listened to a hundred times before. Blaine's heart starting beating faster in anticipation, as every time he got Sam back after some time apart –which happened very rarely–. Blaine decided not to make his presence known yet so he could surprise his beloved boyfriend, and he opened the door and jumped on his boyfriend's back for a piggyback in one swift movement.

"Surprise!" he yelled at Sam's ear at the same time as he fell on him.

Sam, of course, had not been expecting such an intrusion on his task and the surprise of it all made him fall on the bed, face first, obviously bringing Blaine down with him, who fell on top of his boyfriend. Both of them started laughing like crazy at this, silently thankful to have a partner who was as ridiculous as themselves, and finally Blaine rolled off his boyfriend and ended lying on his back, next to him. Sam lifted his upper body and put an arm over Blaine to rest it at his far side, so his chest was practically on top of Blaine's, their faces merely inches apart. They just looked at each other for a few seconds, both spellbound with the other's beauty as if they had been apart for years instead of a few days, until Sam reached for a rebel curl falling on Blaine's forehead with his fingers to play with it and smiled sweetly at him.

"Hey you" he told him, so lovingly that Blaine felt like he was going to melt.

"Hey yourself" Blaine answered just as adoringly.

The right corner of Sam's mouth went slightly up in a fond smile as he took a few more seconds to just contemplate Blaine's magnificent eyes, so beautiful and huge and full of love. Not for the first time, he got to wonder what he had done to deserve sharing his life with such an amazing creature, even if they had been together for close to six years already and he should be used to it, he suddenly realized.

Had it really been more than six years since Blaine had been kicked out of NYADA and he had come back, so depressed and desperate for guidance and undertanding, to Lima in search of his best friend? And Sam had been there for him alright when he needed him the most, knowing that it wasn't just his breakup with Kurt what hurt him so much, but the feeling of been so lost, of not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. Sam understood him perfectly –hadn't exactly the same happened to him only a year before?–, and had spent entire nights being Blaine's shoulder to cry on, just listening to him and making sure he knew how perfect and special he still was. And as the weeks went on and Blaine started being more like himself, they started designing plans for Blaine to do with his life –and Sam was surprised, and at the same time he wasn't, when Blaine decided he wasn't going back to New York nor he wanted to have anything to do with show business anymore–, and while they were doing it, they got closer than ever and old and new feelings started appearing. And when Kurt appeared in Lima to try and win Blaine's heart back and Blaine told him his heart already belonged to Sam without the slightest of doubts, Sam understood it was the time to finally make a move and he confessed how Blaine's feelings were entirely reciprocated.

The beginning of their relationship had not been easy, with Blaine spending the week in Indianapolis while getting his teaching degree –as a decision had been made and he was going to become a primary teacher–, and Sam still living in Lima now that he had a job as an assistant to Couch Beiste in McKinley. But they had made a promise to spend every weekend together –with either Blaine going to Lima or Sam to Indianapolis–, and they hadn't broken it even once. And as soon as Blaine finished his degree, after four amazing and horrible years at the same time, they searched for an apartment where they both could live and they officially moved together. An apartment in which they had lived for the last year and a half, during which Blaine had gotten his first job at a school and Sam was close to becoming the titular coach at McKinley now that Beiste was going to retire next year. And it had been the happiest time of Sam's life for sure, he thought with a smile. Because being in love with his best friend was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

And even if Sam still asked his boyfriend every now and then if he was happy with their simple and easy life, and if he didn't miss performing or New York's excitement, he didn't really need an answer. Because he had never seen Blaine as happy and content as he was with his perfect boyfriend, his perfect flat, his perfect job and his music performances in a local bar every other Sunday –with Sam always in the front row, of course–. And Sam knew they both finally had found what they had been aiming for their entire lives.

Still marveled at everything they had lived together and that had brought them where they were now, Sam lowered his head to capture Blaine's lips in the first kiss they had shared in almost a week, making it long and full of all the feelings accumulated in their hearts for almost a week: longing, yearning, undying love... Blaine's lips felt as soft and sweet as he remembered them, but his smile was even brighter than in his dreams.

"Did you miss me?" Sam asked him as he nuzzled his boyfriend's neck, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

"Nah, not much" Blaine joked, and Sam lifted his head to look at him.

"Oh really? Then how stupid of me for spending so much time looking for the perfect gift for you"

"You brought me a gift?"

"No, I just said I spent a lot of time searching for it"

"Samuel Jessica Evans, it's just plain cruel to get my hopes up for nothing" Blaine tried to look offended, but the fact that he was stretching his neck to kiss Sam's clearly belied his words.

"Not more than telling your boyfriend you haven't missed him when he's been away for a whole week" Sam said as he put a hand to Blaine's forehead to gently push his head on the mattress so he could be the one doing the neck-kissing.

"It's only been six days" Blaine contradicted him playfully, as he took vengeance on him for his actions by lifting his T-shirt and lightly brushing his fingertips along the blond's spine, teasingly.

"You're such a nuisance" Sam told him as he moved his kisses to the top of Blaine's chest, opening the first button of his shirt and consciously letting the breath out of his mouth to caress Blaine's skin, making him sigh in anticipation. If he wanted some teasing, Sam would make sure he would get it.

"And how was your trip?" Blaine asked him, trying to sound casual under Sam's ministrations, his own fingers just reaching below the waistband of his boyfriend's trousers.

"Incredibly boring without you" Sam answered, bringing his kisses even lower on his lover's chest until he reached the next button on his shirt, losing it too. "I wish you had been there with me"

"I wish so too, but you know I couldn't ask for a week off, it's too soon" Blaine answered, fighting hard not to moan under Sam's skilled lips and the trail of pleasure they were leaving on his skin.

"And how was your week?" Sam asked, perfectly aware of what his kisses were doing to the smaller man beneath him.

"It's been a horrible, horrible week" Blaine explained, bringing his hands to the front of Sam's trousers to start unfastening the belt, tickling Sam's waist all the way with his fingers, eliciting an involuntary groan from his throat.

Sam lifted his head a little from Blaine's chest to look into his face, trying to decide if he should worry about what Blaine had just told him or he was only kidding, but all he could find was a bright and wide smile on his already passion-flushed face.

"Try saying that without that ridiculously big smile on your face and maybe I'll believe you" Sam told him, resuming his way down Blaine's chest 'til the next button.

"I can't help it, you're here and suddenly everything is alright again" Blaine answered, stopping the teasing for a second to be honest.

Sam smiled at him, the butterflies in his stomach going crazy with emotion at Blaine's raw and sweet honesty, and went all the way up again to reach Blaine's face and join their lips together in a loving and sincere kiss.

"But that doesn't change the fact my week was really horrible" Blaine returned to the joking, mumbling against Sam's hot lips.

Sam chuckled at him.

"I thought it had only been six days"

"Really? It felt longer to me" Blaine said, capturing his lips again as he enveloped his neck with his arms to bring him closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Why don't I make it up to you for not being here in such a terrible week not letting you out of this bed for the next twenty-four hours?" Sam suggested lasciviously, losing the remaining buttons on Blaine's shirt and lifting his boyfriend's upper body with a firm arm around his waist so he could take the shirt off of him once and for all.

"As much as I would love for you to kidnap me like that" Blaine said, as he took advantage of the proximity of Sam's body to gently bite his ear, "I feel an obligation to remind you that we are spending the day at Sebastian and Puck's tomorrow"

Sam groaned loudly, this time in annoyance, and let go of Blaine so he fell flat on the bed again, amused at Sam's reaction.

"Do we have to go?" Sam asked him, pleadingly, making Blaine chuckle.

"Yes, we have to go, we've had this barbecue planned for weeks, we can't just skip it" Blaine answered, kissing Sam's neck to get him interested again –which was not very difficult.

"Can't we? I really feel like I have to compensate you for making you miss me so much" Sam told him, as his hands travelled both sides of his boyfriend's bare torso, arousing and tickling him in equal shares.

"Well, you can compensate me now, tomorrow before we go and after we come back, if you want" Blaine suggested, accompanying the kissing of Sam's neck with quite a bit of biting.

"I don't know if that will be enough" Sam answered, his hand travelling all around Blaine's lower stomach, making his breathing speed up with desire.

"Besides, they've missed you too" Blaine explained, grabbing Sam's t-shirt and rolling it up past his arms and head until he was freed from it, both of them shivering with pleasure as their naked chests collided at last.

"Really? You think?" Sam asked him, not really interested about anything that wasn't unfastening Blaine's belt.

"Well, I only miss you for obvious reasons that they don't get to experience, if you know what I mean..." Blaine told him mischievously, before licking the crook of his lover's neck. "So why they miss you is beyond me"

"You little bastard" Sam told him with a voice full of lust, as he separated Blaine's legs to fully set himself between them and on top of his boyfriend and devoured his mouth hungrily as he finally undid the buttons of his trousers.

"Puck, will you finish wasting your time and yours already and lend me a hand with this?" Sebastian yelled at his friend and roommate from their terrace the next day, a bit annoyed at him for not helping with the preparations for the barbecue. Puck had the horrible habit of always been late, something that Sebastian couldn't really stand, and it was getting on his nerves especially bad today.

"Relax, it's just Blaine and Sam. If we haven't got everything ready when they come they will just help" Puck said from the living room, where he was playing with a particularly loud videogame that was not helping to improve Sebastian's mood in the least.

Sharing an apartment with Puck wasn't something Sebastian would have never envisioned himself doing a couple of years ago. But when he finished his law degree and had returned to Ohio, he had been surprised to see he could hardly pay for an apartment on his own with his intern wages –he didn't want any help from his parents for once–. Fortunately by then he and Blaine had regained their close friendship from high school, and it had been the petite boy who had told him about Puck's looking for a roommate now that he was back in Lima to be closer to his family. And that's how they had ended up living together. Which usually worked pretty well, especially considering how different they were. But not today. Today Sebastian was done with Puck's selfishness.

"So you can't bother helping me but our guests are supposed to do it?" Sebastian asked.

"I will help you when I finish this game, I already told you" Puck answered.

"If you had gotten up when you were supposed to, you and everything else would be ready now" Sebastian protested.

"Someone's a little grumpy today" Puck mumbled, though Sebastian heard it and he had to make a big effort not to respond and bite his head off.

The doorbell rang and Sebastian almost dropped the tray with the meat he was carrying in surprise. He was shocked to see Puck had not made a move to answer the door.

"Will you please go and let them in? I have my hands full here!" Sebastian practically yelled.

"Ok, I'm coming!" Puck answered with a sigh, finally leaving the couch to open the door. "Hello, guys" he greeted Blaine and Sam with a big smile.

"Hi, Puck" Blaine answered with a smile of his own.

"What's up, mate?" Sam told him, bumping his fist with his friend.

"Great, and you?" Puck asked as he let them in and took from Blaine's hands the bag with a couple of bottles of wine they had brought. "How was your trip?"

"It was great, really was" Sam explained.

"And where's that mate of mine?" Blaine asked, jokingly.

"He's out there on the terrace, getting everything organized. I feel I must warn you he's a little grumpy today"

"I heard that" Sebastian announced, as he came from the terrace. "And I'm not grumpy, it's just that Puck enjoys grating on my nerves" he explained, sending a knowing look at Puck.

"How are you doing, mate?" Blaine asked as he went to warmly embrace his best friend.

"I'm good, Killer, thanks. Sam" he greeted him too with a friendly pat on his arm.

"Hi, Seb" Sam answered.

"Well, how can we help?" Blaine asked with a clap of his hands.

"See? I told you they would offer to help" Puck told Sebastian, teasingly.

"I knew they would offer, I just didn't want them to have to do it" Sebastian replied, clearly annoyed.

"It's okay, Seb, we don't mind. Right, love?" Blaine intervened, turning to his boyfriend.

"Of course not" Sam answered, getting Blaine's hint to relax the tense atmosphere. "Let's see what we can do"

Sebastian accompanied them to the terrace, and they could see that everything was pretty much ready.

"But Seb, everything is already set up! Not much for us to do, right?" Blaine commented, trying to diminish the tension between their friends.

"No, we can start lighting the barbecue now" he answered.

"Sam can do it, he's great with it, aren't you, honey?" Blaine asked him, obviously proud of his lover.

"I think it's just you being biased, but I'll give it a go" Sam smiled lovingly at him before resting a kiss on the tip of Blaine's nose and then moved to the barbecue. "Where's the charcoal?"

"Puck, where's the charcoal?" Sebastian turned expectantly to his roommate.

"I don't know, where did you leave it?" Puck asked.

"Me? You bought it" Sebastian answered.

"No, I didn't" Puck denied.

"What do you mean, you didn't?"

"Well, I think it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"You were supposed to check if there was any left"

"I did! And I told you there wasn't"

"But you were supposed to buy it!" Sebastian accused him, angrily.

"No, I was only supposed to check!" Puck defended himself.

"Oh my God! Really, Puck? Do I have to do everything around here?"

"Ok, please, don't argue" Blaine intervened, never fond of conflicts. "I'll just go out and get some, and I'll be here in a minute, ok? Isn't there a little supermarket right on the corner of the street?"

"Yes, yes, there is. I'm so sorry, guys" Sebastian apologized.

"Don't talk nonsense, mate. I'll be right back"

"I'll go with you, love" Sam offered, still feeling the effects of a week apart from him and wanting to spend every minute of the day with him, so he grabbed his hand and they entwined their fingers together to walk their way towards the front door and to the street.

"I hope you're feeling proud of yourself" Sebastian told Puck, irritably.

Puck just sighed, ignoring him before moving back to the couch to continue his game.

"I hope we can find the charcoal" Blaine commented, when he and Sam reached the little supermarket. "Otherwise they might just kill each other"

"I bet you're regretting now that I let you out of bed this morning" Sam told him in a mischievous tone, as he jokingly grabbed Blaine's ass.

"Sam!" he exclaimed, playfully slapping Sam's hand away from his rear, laughing all the way. "You're pretty much of a pervert, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know that, but I've never heard you complain about it" Sam teased him, grabbing his hand again to bring him close to him as they walked so he could kiss his cheek.

"No, I enjoy it very much, thank you" Blaine answered unashamedly, this time being him the one to make Sam chuckle.

They started searching for the charcoal in the first aisle next to the cash desk, but it wasn't there. Sam, though, stopped in front of a chest freezer full of different kinds of ice-cream.

"Hey, babe, why don't we take them some ice-cream and see if it relaxes them any?" Sam asked his partner.

"I don't know if it will relax them, but it will surely put them in a better mood. At least Seb" he added with a smile.

"Which flavor should we pick?" Sam asked, inspecting carefully all the tubs.

"I don't know, whichever you want" Blaine answered distractedly, as he watched a couple of young men entering the supermarket that caught his attention. They looked nervous and kept glancing around, as if waiting for something.

Blaine realized Sam was talking to him and he made an effort to listen to him, not taking his eyes from the newly arrived.

"What did you say?" he asked his boyfriend.

"Aren't you a bit slow today?" he told him, half teasingly, half tenderly, as he kept looking at the ice-cream. "What about vanilla? Or chocolate?"

"Chocolate is okay" Blaine answered, not really caring anymore about which flavor of ice-cream would put Sebastian in a better mood, as he was getting a horrible feeling that something really bad was about to take place. And he wasn't wrong.

It all happened very fast: as soon as the last costumer around the checkout was out, and before Blaine could move or even say a word, one the men at the entrance produced a gun and threatened the tiller with it if he didn't give them all the money. The tiller, though, instead of obeying, made a strange movement, as if he was trying to reach a weapon himself from behind the counter, so the boy was clearly going to shoot to the air to scare the teller, and the gun was pointing to where they were standing.

"Sam, to the floor!" Blaine yelled and jumped on Sam to force him to the ground, as the gun went off and the bullet passed by where they had been standing only a second before, impacting on the window above the freezer and sending thousands of little pieces of glass over the crouching couple.

A/N: So? Is it worth it to continue with it?