A/N: Goes in advance that I apologize to anyone I might ruin this movie for! ;) I have to admit I've had a great time writing it, and it was a project that I had in mind since a long time ago, so when the blam week gave me the "romantic movies" prompt, I knew it was the right time to do it! It was supposed to be a short story but well… you know me :) It's so long I had to divide it into four chapters!

You'll see it follows the main plot of the movie to a big extent, although there are a lot of variations and original scenes too.

Of course I've had to take some licenses with the characters to adapt them to the story, as the fact that Blaine here is a bit younger than Sam (Blaine is 17-18 and Sam is 23) and the rest, or how Puck and Santana are the bad guys (you know Puck is usually good in my stories but well… I needed a villain for this!). And of course Cooper and Sebastian will be there, don't worry, I know you like them! Oh, and it's the first time I've included Quinn in one of my fics!

As I said, it's very long! So please, take your time to read and let me know if you're liking it if you want! :)

Well, I'm not going to spoil anything else for you. I really really hope you like it, because it's come to be a very special piece for me. Enjoy it!

DIRTY SINGING

Summer of 1963

Blaine smiled as he smelled the fresh air coming through the open window of his car seat. The weather was splendid, and he couldn't wait for their first real vacation in years with the whole family. After all, his father was a reputable doctor, and he hardly ever got any free time, especially three weeks in a row as the ones they were going to enjoy this time.

One of his patients, a man with heart problems called Burt Hummel, had invited them to spend the summer on his holiday complex or, as he liked to call it, his "Mountain house", even if he had room for thousands of guests. So that's how they had ended up packing up and driving all the way from Westerville to the Hummel's, where they were supposed to have the most fun of their lives.

Blaine looked at his side, where his older brother Cooper was looking at a mirror and apparently rehearsing some kind of lines or impressions he would undoubtedly use in one of those castings of his –that hardly ever got him anywhere–. Blaine smiled fondly at him: he adored his brother and, even if they were as different as night and day, he knew he could always count on him when he needed him.

Their parents travelled at the front, and Blaine didn't miss the loving gaze and the smile they shared when they saw the Hummel's sign and knew they were finally arriving. Not for the first time, Blaine wished someday he would find someone to complete him like his parents completed each other. Even though he knew it was going to be more difficult in his case, he thought with a sigh.

As they entered the complex, Blaine could see the esplanade in the middle of the place was swirling with activities: sports, dancing, games… Apparently it wouldn't be that difficult to find something to entertain himself in those three weeks. Of course the possibility of finding a romance on a familiar and conservative place like that was out of question for someone like him, so he didn't even think about it.

His thought were interrupted as soon as their car arrived to the entrance of the main building and Burt Hummel came to meet them with one of his employees, as apparently he had been waiting for them.

"Doc!" Mr. Hummel greeted his guest happily, rushing to shake his hand.

"Burt" Don Anderson acknowledged him with a warm smile.

"After all these years I finally got you on my mountain" Burt exclaimed happily before turning to the tall boy standing next to him. "Sebastian, get the bags"

"Sure, Mr. Hummel, right away" the boy answered politely as he hurried to obey.

"I kept the best cabin for you and your beautiful family, doc" Blaine heard Burt say as he followed Sebastian to the back of the car to help him. He might come from a wealthy family, but he didn't feel comfortable when people did things for him he could perfectly do for himself.

"Hey, thanks a lot" Sebastian said with a wide smile as he discovered Blaine getting the suitcases out of the trunk next to him. "You want a job here?"

Blaine smiled warmly at him, grateful for the friendly welcoming.

"I'm Blaine" Blaine said, politely offering his hand to the taller boy.

"Sebastian, although you already heard that" Sebastian answered, seeming really friendly. "Maybe I can show you around a bit later. You know, as a thank you for helping me"

"That would be nice" Blaine easily answered, as he hadn't expected to make any friends there, much less so quickly, and Sebastian seemed a really nice guy.

The summer was looking bright indeed!

"Mum, Dad, I'm going to the main house to have a look around!" Blaine shouted from the porch as he left towards the main building that same afternoon without even waiting for an answer.

They had had lunch with Mr. Hummel before finally going to see the wonderful cabin that had been assigned to them, a little away from all the noise and the mess of the main building. It was beautiful, and they even could see the lake from their porch. It was indeed a really beautiful place, and Blaine had no doubts that Mr. Hummel had given them the best cabin, as he said.

But after a good while putting their clothes on the closets –Cooper had brought like everything he owned– and getting comfortable around the place, Blaine had started feeling restless and had decided to have a walk around, to investigate the place before dinner –unfortunately Sebastian hadn't been free to meet him after all–. And that's what he was doing right now.

He was walking by the exterior corridors of the place, admiring the beauty of the place, when he walked past the dining room, where the dinner was going to be served in just a while, and he saw a different side of Mr. Burt Hummel as he spoke to the waiters and waitresses who were getting everything ready than the one he had seen in the morning. Careful so as not to be seen, Blaine neared his ear to the little aperture of the door and listened.

"I don't have to remind you that this is a family place" Burt said to the boys and girls surrounding him, as it was obvious he was giving them some last minute instructions. "That means that you keep your fingers out of the water, your hairs out of the soup and give their goddam sons and daughters a good time. Show them up to the terrace, show them the stars, romance them in any way you want"

Burt Hummel's speech was interrupted when some other employees, not dressed in suits so Blaine figured they were not waiting stuff, appeared behind them, leaded by the most amazingly stunning guy Blaine had ever seen. He was blond, tall and muscular, and he had a set of amazing lips that almost left Blaine breathless. He seemed older than him, but probably not that much. He was wearing dark clothes and wearing sun glasses even if they were inside, and there was an aura of bad boy around him and in the cocky way he walked that made Blaine's knees go weak.

"Hey, guys" the blond said, and the tone of his voice didn't disagree with the rest of his arrogant stance.

"Hold it!" Mr. Hummel yelled threateningly at the blond and the others before he disappeared, giving Blaine the impression he didn't like the boy very much. "Well, if it isn't the entertainment staff! Listen, wiseass, you've got your own rules. Dance with their daughters, teach them how to play guitar, teach them love songs… anything they pay for, but that's it, that's where it ends. No funny business, no conversations, and keep your hands off!"

Whatever cockiness this guy had, he repressed it in front of his boss, as he only lowered his head and accepted the telling-off as if he didn't have any other choice. Blaine felt bad for him for a second, even though he was aware of how ridiculous that was, considering he didn't know that guy –and frankly, his appearance seemed to say he needed to be told off.

"You think you can keep that straight, Sam?" One of the waiters said to the blond guy once their boss was gone. So Sam was his name, then. "What you can and can't lay your hands on?"

"Just put your pickle on everybody's place, Puckerman, and leave the hard stuff for me" Sam answered, his arrogance back in an instant in the form of a sarcastic smirk, and before he turned around and walked away from that other guy he made sure to hit some napkins on the table nearer to him so that Puckerman would have to arrange them again.

Blaine hurried away from that door before anyone noticed his presence, knowing it was just a matter of time before any of the staff or even other guests would catch him eavesdropping. It was getting late anyway, and his family was probably waiting for him. But as he walked back to their cabin, he couldn't stop thinking about that Sam guy and what he would give to discover what exactly his job in the hotel was.

Dinner was pretty nice, and Blaine had to admit the service was exquisite even if the waiter that had been assigned to them was that Puckerman guy who had tried to make fun of Sam –so he had Blaine's immediate disapproval, even if he knew he was being an idiot–. But after all, Blaine guessed it was not that difficult to pretend to be a nice polite guy while working even if he was the biggest jerk. Which he didn't even know if he was, he had to remind himself once again.

"Everything alright here, family?" Burt asked them as he came to see them when they were just about to finish. "I made sure to assign you the best of our waiters, Noah Puckerman. He and his sister Santana are the children of a good friend of mine"

"Yes, everything was perfect, Burt" Don answered with a polite smile.

"I want you to meet someone" Burt said as he motioned for someone to come, and a boy not much older than Blaine appeared at his side. "This is my son Kurt. He is studying hotel management in Cornell School"

"Oh, Blaine is starting in Yale on the fall" Don Anderson answered, proudly squeezing Blaine's forearm that had been resting on the table.

"Oh, isn't that great" Kurt exclaimed, smiling widely at Blaine as if he had forgotten about everyone else around them.

Blaine looked quizzically at the other boy as he talked with his father. He was wearing a flamboyant suite without giving a shit about what the others would think and he seemed lively and too stiff. Blaine could see he had already gained his father's favor with his impeccable manners and his ability to suck up to people. He was exactly the kind of person Blaine usually preferred to avoid.

"Want to join me for a while? I'm in charge of the entertainment tonight" Blaine suddenly realized Kurt was talking to him, and everyone was looking expectantly at him for an answer.

"Oh, I don't know…" Blaine answered, trying to find an excuse to pass on that offer, as it was the last thing on his mind. "It's pretty late"

"Oh, don't worry, Blaine, we're on vacation" Don said, as he fondly smiled at his responsible son. "You go and have fun, we'll be at the ballroom anyway"

"You sure, Dad?" Blaine asked, trying to send a knowing look to his father so he wouldn't insist. "I don't want you worrying about me all night"

"We won't be worrying, we know you'll be with this nice boy" Don insisted, not realizing about his son's intentions. "If we are going to be here for three weeks, you're going to need some friends your own age, after all"

"So come on, Blaine, I can't wait to show you around" Kurt rushed him as he came behind him and helped him move the chair away from the table so he wouldn't escape. "You're going to love it"

Mentally blaming his father for not knowing how to read him, Blaine smiled politely at the other boy and stood up to follow him.

Blaine would have been lying to himself if he didn't admit he was enjoying the tour Kurt was giving him around the hotel –even if it was with him–, because he was taking him to see it from the inside. He was showing him absolutely every little place in the complex, and it would have been really interesting if he hadn't noticed Kurt was only trying to show off about how rich his family was and how amazing his hotel looked.

"So you're going to mention in Medicine, like your father?" Kurt asked, and Blaine almost missed it because he had disconnected from the conversation when Kurt had started yet another one of his long-winded speeches about why Hummel's was better than any other hotel around.

"Oh, I… I still don't know" Blaine politely answered, not wanting to sound rude even if he didn't feel like talking about that with someone he had just met –and who hadn't made that good an impression on him–. "The truth is… I would like to become a musical actor, but my father doesn't see it with good eyes"

"Oh, I'm the biggest Broadway fan!" Kurt said as they finally arrived to the ballroom where his parents would be, again making everything about himself and completely ignoring Blaine's doubts about his future. "I can sing any song of any musical, hitting the highest notes! Maybe I can show you sometime!"

"Sure" Blaine answered with a forced smile, searching amongst the people for his family. Maybe Cooper would save him –wait, no, he was already chatting with one of the waitresses, a beautiful brunet, he better not count on him.

"Oh, let's have a drink before you go back to your parents" Kurt said, already pushing Blaine towards the bar.

"Oh, I can't drink, I don't have the age" Blaine honestly answered, although what he really wanted was to have an excuse to lose sight of that obnoxious guy.

"Then we'll have something alcohol-free, don't worry" he assured him before he asked the bartender for two soft San Francisco's and guided him to an empty table.

Kurt kept talking and talking as Blaine sipped his drink as fast as he dared for it not to be too obvious, but he was surprised when the lights diminished and a couple appeared on the stage, apparently to give some kind of gig, as they had microphones and guitars. Only one look at the boy, and Braine's breath caught in his throat when he realized the boy was Sam.

"Who's that?" Blaine asked, trying to sound casual as Sam and his blond feminine partner started playing a beautiful song.

"Oh, them" Kurt exclaimed in a voice full of disdain. "They're the music teachers. They also perform every now and then, they're here to keep the guests happy and entertained"

Blaine completely shut out Kurt again as he listened to the music Sam and his partner were doing. He hadn't heard that song before, so he wondered if they had written it themselves. The girl was beautiful and had a nice voice, but Blaine's whole attention was on Sam: he was looking even more handsome than before, dressed slightly smarter for the occasion, and he had the sweetest voice Blaine had ever heard. And the way he seemed to be caught on his own music, as if he had forgotten where he was and just wanted to feel it in his bones…

"They shouldn't do those kinds of songs, people are here to have a good time and listen to the music they already know so they can sing along, right?" Kurt judgingly commented after a moment, but Blaine didn't even cared about answering this time.

Because that song was probably the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever heard. He didn't care if the other people were having fun or would have preferred listening to the same bullshit they listened to every day. For him the moment was perfect, and he only had eyes and ears for that blond boy who had already stolen his heart with that sweetness and authenticity he could perceive in him even under that cocky image he intended to give.

But as soon as the song was over and Blaine was taken out of his entrancement, he noticed Burt was also in the room and he made a gesture to cut it off with his hand, as if feigning to chop his head off, to Sam and his partner to give the audience what they wanted. And Blaine was so sad to see Sam just obediently nodding at him and starting to play the most overheard song of the summer that he finally apologized to Kurt and escaped to find his parents.

Fortunately for him, his parents were starting to look for him too –after all, it was kind of late, and he was still young– and they got together to go back to their cabin. Cooper was still having a good time with that girl, Santana was her name, and given he was much older than Blaine, they didn't mind for him staying as long as he wanted.

But only half hour after his parents got into bed, Blaine started getting restless again. He didn't feel like sleeping, and he couldn't concentrate enough to read one of the many books he had brought with him. He was perfectly aware of whom was behind his inability to concentrate, and he would give anything to be able to see Sam again in that very moment. What if…? No, come on, he was not like that, he was a responsible and sensible boy, he had never acted against his parents' wishes. Was he really thinking about sneaking out?

Yes, he was. Gosh, that was terrifying and exciting in equal parts. He dressed up again and then, very silently, he opened the door of his room and tiptoed all the way to the front door of the cabin, wishing he wouldn't run face first into Cooper coming back. Although they shared a room and he wouldn't find him on his bed if he came back before him… But Cooper would never snitch on him, so he didn't really need to worry about that. He would surely get him through a third grade, but he guessed that was the price he would have to pay for his silence.

He didn't even know where to go. Maybe… there was only one place Kurt hadn't showed him, and that was the area of the staff cabins. He could go there and pretend he had gotten lost if someone questioned him about it. And maybe, with a bit of luck, he would run into Sam.

Staff only, said the sign that Blaine pretended not to read as he continued walking towards the forbidden area. He could hear some music coming from a kind of small pavilion on top of some long stairs, and his curiosity only grew. What was going on there? Maybe the staff was having a little party? Maybe Sam would be there if that was the case…

So distracted was Blaine looking up that mysterious place that he almost missed Sebastian at the bottom of the stairs, his arms loaded with three enormous watermelons that he seemed to be having trouble to hold. Good, Sebastian had seemed nice enough that morning when they arrived, maybe he would help him.

"Hi" Blaine said as he hurried to meet him.

"What are you doing here?" Sebastian asked, turning to him in surprise.

"Oh, I was just taking a walk" Blaine answered, trying to sound casual.

"Go back" Sebastian ordered him, and he seemed kind of worried that Blaine was there.

"Let me help you" Blaine offered, taking one of the watermelons from Sebastian's arms to make his load more bearable.

"No" Sebastian retorted, and his gaze moved furtively towards the pavilion that Blaine so wanted to visit.

"What's up there?" he asked, trying to look as if he was just only curious and didn't care that much.

"No guests allowed, house rules"

"You said you'd show me around"

"Not around here!" Sebastian protested. "Why don't you go back to the playhouse? I saw you talking to the little boss man" Sebastian joked, sending a mischievous smile to the other boy before feeling guilty at the annoyed expression on Blaine's face. "Can you keep a secret? Your parents would kill you, and Mr. Hummel would kill me"

Blaine smiled as he saw that he had convinced the other boy to let him go with him –and he had just needed to feign he was offended and pout for like five seconds!–, and started following Sebastian up the stairs, all the way softly singing the song that played next in the distance, which he had heard on that radio station he only listened to at night in his room, as his parents didn't approve of it.

"You have an amazing voice" Sebastian said, immediately taking him out of his reverie until he ended up blushing at the compliment –as he hadn't even realized he was singing out loud.

"I just… love music" Blaine answered, making light of the situation, but he reciprocated Sebastian's smile as they reached their destination.

The noise of the music and the laughter inside could be clearly heard from outside even before Sebastian opened the door, and it was almost deafening when he finally did. Blaine's mouth felt comically open at what he saw: there were most of the staff he had been seeing throughout the day, but they almost didn't seem the same people. They were wearing their own clothes, and dancing like there was no tomorrow. But it was not the kind of dancing he had seen in the ballroom, that was for sure. Here couples were entangled together in an almost obscene way, bodys flushed together with no air between them, doing some moves that almost made him blush just by looking at them –after all, he was young and he had always been too busy with his studies to go out much, so everything he was seeing was surely new to him.

"Up for some fun?" Sebastian asked with a smirk, and Blaine realized he had probably been staring, so he just shook his head in response. "Come on, Killer"

Sebastian started making his way through the couples, most of them smiling at him when they saw him. Everyone looked quizzically at Blaine, though, because it was very very obvious how out of place he was there by his scared expression and his too formal clothes, but no one seemed to mind that much and continued with their dancing.

"Do you imagine a party like this on the main floor?" Sebastian asked, taking the watermelon from Blaine's hands as apparently they had reached the place to leave them. "Mr. Hummel would close the hotel down first"

Blaine thought he was going to faint when he noticed someone amongst the crowd: Sam was there. He was still wearing the smart outfit he had been using on his gig, though now his shirt was unbuttoned almost to his abdomen, leaving his perfectly sculpted chest exposed every time he so much as moved. And he was moving alright, Blaine realized with dismay: he was dancing with the beautiful girl who had sung with him, and being the center of the attention because of their uninhibited and sexy moves.

"That's my cousin, Sam Evans" Sebastian explained when he noticed Blaine was looking at the couple. "He got me the job here"

"They look great together" Blaine commented.

"Yeah. You'd think they were a couple, wouldn't you?"

"Well, aren't they?" Blaine asked, trying very hard not to show how excited he was at the notion –which was ridiculous anyway, because Sam seemed to feel too comfortable flirting with his friend even if they were not together to be gay, right?

"No, not since we were kids" Sebastian answered, apparently oblivious at the turmoil going on in Blaine's head. "Quinn is like a sister to him"

Sam and the blond girl continued dancing until at some point Sam seemed to see his cousin and smiled at him. But then he saw Blaine next to him, and he whispered something in the girl's ear before she turned to dance with other people and Sam started walking towards them.

Blaine's hands started getting sweaty and his heart accelerated when he saw Sam was coming to them. Sure, Sebastian had said he was his cousin, but he hadn't expected for him to leave his fun and come and meet them. Blaine's hand moved involuntarily towards his hair and he could have winced when he remembered he had decided to stop gelling his hair at least during the holidays. So that meant his curls were probably looking wild and ruffled right then, and not pointless flattening with his hand was going to help. Great, so that Adonis, that Greek God was coming to him and he probably looked like a hedgehog right now. Just great.

"Hey, Seb" Sam said, playfully punching Sebastian's arm. "What's he doing here?" he asked, pointing at Blaine with a not-so-subtle move of his head. Okay, he was gorgeous, but he didn't seem like the nicest man around.

"He came with me" Sebastian answered with a shrug of his shoulders, pretending to ignore the rule of "only staff" in their sacred place. He didn't seem that repentant, nor Sam seemed that surprised. Sebastian would probably often help young people in distress, he seemed to be that kind of guy. He probably was the kind of kid who would always take stray dogs home when he was little. "He's with me"

"I carried a watermelon" Blaine intervened, trying to help his friend, though he could have kicked himself at the stupidity of his words. Right, if he was trying to make a good impression…

"You shouldn't even be here" Sam said, turning accusingly at him. "How old are you?"

"I'm 21" Blaine lied, though the shaking of his voice clearly belied his words.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're only two years younger than me" Sam answered sarcastically as he looked quizzically at him.

But then he smirked cockily at him and without any kind of warning he grabbed Blaine's wrist and started pulling him towards the dance floor. Exhilarated and terrified in equal parts, Blaine looked back at Sebastian, begging for him to rescue him, but Sebastian only shrugged his shoulders and laughed, apparently quite used to his cousin's antics.

When he found the perfect spot on the dance floor that he seemed to be looking, Sam suddenly stopped in front of Blaine and again smirked at the nervous expression he could so easily detect on Blaine's face.

"And now we dance" Sam said, in the most seductive voice Blaine had ever heard –to the point it made his knees go weak.

Sam reduced the space between them and started dancing to the music as the natural that he was, doing something with his body, a kind of body-roll that accentuated every muscle of his body, that Blaine had never seen before. The younger boy couldn't bring himself to move, mesmerized about the other's movements, so Sam decided to torture him even further and grabbed his arms to make them rest on his shoulders, as his own hands closed around Blaine's waist.

"You are going to have to move, you know" Sam said, taking advantage of the closer proximity of their bodies to whisper teasingly in his ear.

Even before giving Blaine time to react, Sam resumed his dancing, only this time Blaine was in his arms and could feel every movement of his body, how their chests brushed against each other continually and how Sam's hips were moving dangerously close to his in a sexy rhythm that was driving Blaine crazy.

But he was not an idiot: he knew Sam was playing with him and it was quite obvious he was having a very good time with it. He probably did that often enough with stupid girls, he had to admit to himself. But Blaine wasn't willing to just be his toy: he was a proud man underneath his shyness, and the fact that Sam was just trying to mess up with him didn't mean he had to let him, right?

Blaine started dancing too, much to Sam's surprise, clumsily trying to imitate Sam's movements even if he was probably making a fool of himself. But Sam moved his hands a little lower to rest them on Blaine's hips and stopped him. Blaine was about to protest when he felt Sam's hands encourage him to move again, only this time they were gently guiding his moves, matching them with his own until Blaine let the rhythm flow through him and didn't need any guidance any more. Then Sam smiled at him –a different smile this time, not the judgmental smirk he constantly had on his face– and motioned for Blaine to put his arms around his shoulders again as he closed his arms much more closely around his waist this time, until their bodies melted together and their movements became one. Blaine forgot about everyone and everything that wasn't them as his body was deliciously squished against Sam's sturdier one, getting lost in his green eyes and a shy smile broke unannounced on his own lips.

But much too soon the song ended and Sam winked at him before disentangling himself from their embrace and getting lost amongst the other dancers, leaving Blaine trembling and alone in the middle of the dance floor, pretty sure he was never going to forget what had just happened.

Even with all the activities in the hotel, it was probably being one of the longest days of Blaine's life. Of course he had hardly gotten any sleep after having Sam's body pressed to him like that the night before, even if it was just for half a song. He was almost floating when he arrived back to his room, and it had been quite hard to convince Cooper that nothing had happened, than he had just met Sebastian and they had been chatting for a while. He didn't think he had fooled him, but for once Cooper had respected his privacy and had let go of it. And then he had spent like half an hour explaining his own adventures, though Blaine could barely concentrate enough to listen to him babbling about that Santana waitress as images of Sam's green eyes and firm chest filled his mind every few seconds.

A long bath on the lake with Cooper helped a little to calm his nerves, but only when the sun came down and dinner was over, Blaine was able to stop fidgeting, because he knew he was probably going to see Sam again, as he guessed he was going to be performing for the hotel guests again.

And fortunately he wasn't wrong. This time the gig was not in the ballroom, but under a beautiful marquee with a soft lightning that made it even more beautiful. Blaine was surprised –and glad– to see Sam on his own this time, with no sight of Quinn. That made his performance all the more intimate, as it was only him and his guitar, and as people danced to Sam's music, Blaine sat on a chair on the side, completely entranced with Sam's sound, so much that he didn't even notice Cooper looking quizzically at him.

After finishing one of his songs, Sam announced a little break, and Blaine started worrying when he noticed Kurt Hummel was walking to him as Sam left the stage and had a drink of water, because he had noticed a profound dislike from the Hummels towards Sam, Quinn and anyone who didn't come from the nicest family. So Kurt going to him could only mean trouble, so very discreetly Blaine left his chair and neared the two boys enough so he could hear what they were saying without it being too obvious.

"Where is Quinn?" Kurt asked the blond boy without even taking the time to greet him. "Everybody is asking for her"

"She's taking a break. She needs it" Sam answered just as coldly, as it was quite obvious that Kurt's disdain was mutual.

"As long as it's not an all-night break" Kurt warned him, but Blaine noticed how Sam refused to answer and turned to feign he was tuning his guitar.

Blaine didn't have time to react when he noticed Kurt turning to him this time –obviously, as he would have run on the opposite direction if he had–, so before he knew it, Kurt had thrown an arm around him and was gently taking him away.

"Come on, darling, let's take a walk" he said, don't giving Blaine any other option than to follow him.

"But I want to hear Sa… the rest of the gig" Blaine protested, stopping himself from saying his name in the last minute so it wouldn't sound as they were too familiar –the last thing he wanted was to make trouble for Sam with his bosses.

"Oh, knowing Sam he's going to take the longest break, don't worry. We'll be back for the second part" Kurt assured him, not giving up on his objective of having Blaine to himself, if only for a while.

Apparently there were still a lot of places Kurt hadn't showed him the day before –and damn, the complex was huge!–, so pretty much like the day before, they walked as Kurt talked and talked and Blaine pretended not to be too bored –though he was very aware of how he was not succeeding that much that day, but come on, he only wanted to see Sam playing his guitar again!

He had to admit that the place Kurt had taken him, and where they stopped for a minute, apparently to rest, was very beautiful. It was a small bridge over a stream from where you could see the lake and the mountains, and the views were really gorgeous. Blaine lazily leaned on the rail, intending to enjoy the views for a couple of minutes before saying he needed to come back before his parents worried, but was surprised when Kurt stood next to him, more closely than before, and again put his arm around his shoulders.

"We have a connection. Do you feel it too?" Kurt asked, as his hand moved to play with one of the curls on the back of Blaine's head in a gesture that seemed too intimate for Blaine's liking.

"My parents must be looking for me" Blaine said, pretending to turn his head towards the marquee as if looking for them, so Kurt would stop touching his hair.

"Blaine, don't worry" Kurt answered arrogantly. "If they think you're with me, they'll be the happiest parents in Hummel's. I'm pretty much of a catch, you know"

"No, they… why… why would they think that?" Blaine asked, tumbling over his own words at what Kurt seemed to be implying. How did he know…?

"Oh, you… you're not out?" Kurt asked, and Blaine thought it was totally rude of him to ask such a personal question when they were not even friends, so he didn't answer.

Kurt, though, must have understood it was a touchy issue, so he removed his arm from around Blaine and his arrogant smirk turned into a softer smile. Maybe he was not such a bad kid after all, just… insufferable.

"You hungry?" Kurt asked, and Blaine couldn't decipher if he was being honest or just pretending to, so he only shrugged his shoulders as an answer. "Come on"

Kurt took him to a little room that Blaine guessed it must be a staff room, as it contained a kitchen and some tables and chairs, probably where the employees rested on their free time or where they ate. At least that's what he imagined, because Kurt didn't even bother to turn on the lights.

"You can have anything you want" Kurt said as he opened the fridge.

The Hummel's son started reciting everything he could see in the fridge, hoping to spark Blaine's interest with anything –man, Blaine was surely not an easy date!–, but the younger boy's attention was caught when he seemed to hear some sniffles coming from the other end of the room. It was difficult to decipher where they were coming from just with the light from the fridge, but when Blaine's eyes finally adjusted to the semidarkness, he could see it was Quinn, trying to muffle her sobs as she sat on the floor. Blaine's heart broke immediately at the image, and even if he didn't know the girl, he imagined it had to be something very serious to have her breaking down like that.

"Listen, Kurt, thank you so much, but I really should go back" Blaine said, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder to pull him away from the fridge and guide him to the door. "We can come back tomorrow and you can give me some of that pudding"

"Sure" Kurt answered, full of hope that Blaine seemed to be more receptive to him at last, even if he would just have to wait until next day.

Blaine got rid of Kurt as quick as he could and ran back to the marquee, hoping to find Sebastian because he knew he could trust him. And he was there indeed, making sure the electric equipment was ready for Sam to resume his performance.

Blaine ran to Sebastian and informed of the situation with Quinn. Sebastian immediately put on a worried frown and rushed to stop Sam before he made it back onstage. And, of course, as soon as he whispered what was happening on his ear, Sam completely forgot about his gig, and followed Sebastian to the little staff room where Blaine had seen Quinn last.

"Why is she here?" Sam asked, once the three of them were away from the marquee and practically running towards the staff room.

"I brought her in case Kurt would go to get her at her room" Sebastian answered as he ran at his side.

"Quinn just doesn't think" Sam retorted, speeding his walking even more.

"She wouldn't do anything stupid, would she?" Sebastian asked, with real fear in his voice.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, as he tried to keep up with the pace of the two taller boys. "What's the matter with her?"

"She's knocked up, Blaine" Sebastian explained before he was even aware of it, but he liked Blaine and he knew he could trust him.

"Sebastian!" Sam immediately admonished him, because it was clear that Sam didn't trust people like Blaine just as much.

"What's he going to do about it?" Blaine asked Sebastian almost in a whisper, but Sam heard him anyway and turned to him in anger.

"What's he going to do about it? Oh, it's mine, right? You instantly thought it was mine" Sam reproached him in rage, and it shamed and scared Blaine so much that he wasn't able to even apologize. But come on, even Sam should see it was the image they made. As Sebastian said the night before, they really looked like a couple.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized they were already on the staff room until he heard Sam's sweet voice whispering a mantra of reassurances to Quinn's ear as he kneeled next to her and took her in his arms.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Quinn" Blaine heard Sam say as he passed him by with her in his arms, and he could have cried at that tenderness of his voice that he wished would be directed at him. "It's okay, I'm here"

Blaine opened the door to the room that Sebastian had indicated to be Quinn's. He had gone to fetch some lime flower tea for the girl, and she was deeply engrossed on a conversation with Sam and Sebastian when he came back and handed it to the girl.

"Why are you so upset? If you're in trouble, you talk to me and I'll take care of it" Sam said, taking the tea from Blaine's hand almost without a look at him to offer it to his friend.

"Leave it, Sam, I can't take what's left of your salary" Quinn answered, apparently much more serene now that she was not alone, as she took the cup from Sam's hand and took a long sip from it.

"Quinn, that's my business" Sam protested, and Blaine couldn't help but admire him, so willing to help her even if she or her baby were not his responsibility.

"Besides… it wouldn't be enough. Oh, God, it's hopeless" she lamented, hiding her face behind her hands, although there was no doubt she was shedding more tears.

"Don't say that" Blaine couldn't stop himself from saying, even if she had never talked to the girl before, but he was incapable of seeing someone suffering like that and not trying to make it better. After all, it was how his father had raised him. "There's gotta be a way to work it out"

"Blaine. That's your name, right?" she asked, looking intently at him as if he had overstepped a line just by talking to her, and Blaine realized he had never felt more prejudged than how he did in Sam's and Quinn's presence. "Well, you know what? You don't know shit about my problems"

"I told him" Sebastian confessed, practically wincing about what he knew Quinn's reaction was going to be.

"Jesus, Sebastian, now he'll run and tell his little manager boyfriend and we'll all get fired" she reproached him. "Why not skywrite it, Quinn got knocked up by Puck the creep"

"Puck?" Blaine asked in surprise. It was not that he had the best impression of the waiter that had been assigned to them, or about his sister Santana –and the way she seemed to have charmed Cooper–. But this…

"No, no, Blaine" Sebastian quickly rushed to stand next to him to stop him, as the last thing they needed was for everyone to know what had happened –and Puck and Santana were family friends from the Hummels, after all.

"If you say anything about this to…" Sam started saying in a threatening way, but Blaine stopped him before he could finish.

"I'm not going to say anything, ok?" he answered in a proud tone, effectively cutting him off to everyone's surprise. He could understand their reticence to befriend someone with such different backgrounds, but he was getting sick and tired about paying for crimes he had not committed. Especially when he was only trying to help.

"One of the counselors knows a doctor, a real MD" Sebastian explained to Blaine, much more kindly than the other two, as he seemed to have taken quite a liking to the petite boy. "We can get her an appointment but it costs 250 dollars"

"But as a waiter Puck makes good money, right?" Blaine answered, turning to Quinn again. "And he comes from a good family. Maybe if you tell him…"

"He knows" Quinn answered, the disdain in her voice so obvious that this time it was Blaine who was left speechless. "Go back to your playpen, Blainey"

Blaine didn't even try to protest at Quinn's sarcastic comment, even though she had offended him. But she was in a very difficult situation, and Blaine could understand the last thing she wanted was some stupid kid without a clue about how the world turned telling her what to do. Sebastian looked apologetically at him, and Blaine half smiled at him to let him know it was okay. And just before he turned around to go, he looked at Sam for a second and he seemed to perceive some kind of sympathy or admiration for him, Blaine wasn't sure. But it felt good.

Of course Blaine was not going to let it rest just like that. When morning came and he didn't remember anymore about Sam's and Quinn's hurtful words, he went to the dining room where he knew the waiters and waitresses would be getting everything ready for the next meal to talk to Puck. And of course, the guy didn't care that much about what he had to say.

"Just where do you get off telling me what's right?" Puck protested as Blaine followed him with a pitch of water filling glasses, so it would look as if he was doing something instead of just telling Puck off.

"You can't just leave her" Blaine insisted, not being able to believe how selfish some people could be. After all, he was just as responsible as Quinn about the situation she was now in, right?

"I didn't spend all summer long toasting bagels just to bail out some little chick who probably balled every guy in the place" Puck contradicted him, and there was so much calmness and indifference in his voice that Blaine could very well see he didn't care about the situation at all. For all he knew, Quinn could very well disappear.

"Hey, little boy, what is this about?" Santana asked, suddenly appearing behind him.

"This is none of your business" Blaine answered, refusing to look as if they could scare him.

"Look, if Quinn was stupid enough to get herself in a situation like that, she's going to have to find her own way out of it" Santana added, making it perfectly clear that she was aware of the situation.

"How can you say that?" Blaine asked in astonishment. "Doesn't your brother have anything to do with that?"

"My brother is right, how can we be sure it's his?" Santana asked.

"Because she says so" Blaine protested and even though he was completely sure it was the truth, even he could see how lame his argument was.

"We all fool around a lot here, it's Summer!" Santana said, and it hurt Blaine's heart to think she might have been just playing with Cooper, as his brother seemed quite taken with her. "I'm sure she did that, she made a mistake and now she wants to burden my brother with it"

"She should have been more careful" Puck intervened again, and Blaine couldn't believe how easy it was for him to get all responsibility off him, just like that. "And I'm not going to pay for her mistakes, economically or any other way"

"You make me sick" Blaine said, looking alternately at the two siblings, clearly disgusted at what he was hearing. "Stay away from me and stay away from my brother or I'll have you fired" and with that, and throwing the rest of the water in his pitch on Puck's crotch, he was out.

Blaine hadn't expected his plan to fail, as he had been sure he would be able to convince Puck to take responsibility in Quinn's problem –he hadn't counted on him being such a poor excuse of human being–, so he wasn't sure how to proceed next, because just giving up never was a part of his plans. And who did he knew he could always go when he had a problem? His father, of course. He couldn't tell him, he couldn't ask for advice but… maybe he would lend them the money himself.

He immediately went toward the golf court where he knew his parents were supposed to be playing that morning, and he took advantage of the fact his mother was far away while trying to get the hang out of the game to approach his father, who immediately directed a smile at him when he saw him.

"Hey, Blaine" he greeted him. "Are you having fun today?"

"Dad, someone is in trouble" Blaine answered, not having the time for small conversation. "You always told me that if someone is in trouble I should try to help. Could you lend me 250 dollars?"

"Are you alright, Blaine?" Don asked, immediately worried, as Blaine was not like his brother and he didn't usually ask him for money –much less such a huge amount–. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, no, it's not me" Blaine answered with a small smile, trying to reassure his father that he was alright. "Could you lend them to me?"

"It's a lot of money, Blaine. What's it for?"

"I can't tell you. It's hard for me to say that to you, but I can't"

"You always said you could tell me anything" Don said, and Blaine could see he was more than a little hurt at his sudden lack of trust.

"I can't tell you this" Blaine reluctantly refused, his own heart breaking at his father's troubled expression.

"It's not illegal, is it?" Don asked, suddenly looking suspicious.

"No, Dad" Blaine answered with a feigned chuckle, as if it was a ridiculous question and he wasn't lying to him for the first time in his life.

"That was a stupid thing to ask, forgive me" Don Anderson said with a smile as he put his arm around his son's shoulders and half embraced him in apology –making Blaine feel even more guilty–. "I'll have it for you before dinner"

"Thanks" Blaine simply answered as he tried to give his father the best of his smiles.

Of course when night arrived, Blaine sneaked out of his cabin again after everyone was asleep and run to the pavilion where he knew all the staff would be partying –hopefully Quinn and Sam included–. He was so happy that he was going to be able to help her that he didn't even feel shy to cross to that forbidden area and didn't need Sebastian to take him up there with him that time. He had even dressed with less formal clothes this time, hoping to not feel so out of place, so with a confident stand he entered the place and started looking for them.

He awkwardly tried to make his way between the dozens of couples dancing in that peculiar and sexy way he had seen the other night –and he tried to erase the image of him dancing to Sam that way from his mind, because he very well knew Sam would never see him that way–, until he finally found them, unsurprisingly dancing together, as Sebastian stood having a beer only a couple of feet away from them.

Blaine shyly touched Quinn's shoulder to get her attention, and he visibly gulped when both Sam and Quinn turned towards him at the same time with identical questioning glances. But Blaine didn't falter, and with a smile he took the money his father had lent him and placed it on Quinn's hands.

"Here's the money"

"You mean Puck?" Quinn asked with an expectant smile once she was able to react and Blaine's heart broke at having to crush her hopes.

"No, you were right about him" he answered with a sympathetic smile.

"Then where did you get it?" Quinn insisted, even more confused than before.

"You said you needed it" Blaine answered, trying to diminish the importance of it, as the only thing he cared about was making sure Quinn would have what she needed.

"Is this kid for real?" Quinn asked, looking at Sam with an incredulous smile.

"Yes, takes a real saint to ask daddy" Sam answered, his voice full of sarcasm as he looked judgingly at Blaine, trying to decide if he could trust that obnoxious kid or not.

Blaine was starting to get really tired of Sam's attitude towards him. Yes, he could understand his disdain for wealthy people and the difference he could see between them both, but Blaine hadn't done anything to deserve that kind of treatment. He was sure his hurt had must shown on his face, because for a second –only for a second– a slight guilty expression crossed Sam's face, though it was gone as fast as it had come.

"Thanks, Blaine, but I can't use it" Quinn said as he gave Blaine the money back and turned to dance with Sam again.

"What? What's the matter with you, take the money" Sam whispered in her ear, though loud enough for Blaine to hear it, but Quinn only shook his head and kept dancing.

"Sebastian…" Blaine said as he offered the money to the other boy, knowing he could trust him with it to give it to Quinn and not take no for an answer.

"I can only get her an appointment for Thursday" Sebastian answered as he carefully put the money on his pocket. "But they have a gig at the Shelldrake at Thursday night and if they cancel they lose this season's salary and next year's gig"

"What's Shelldrake?"

"It's another hotel where they do a show"

"Can someone else fill in?" Blaine asked in a louder voice, so the other two would hear.

"No, Mr. Fix-it, nobody else can fill in" Sam answered, apparently quite fed up by then at Blaine's optimistic nature –he probably thought he was just a dreamer of a kid, like most people did–. "Everybody has to work, they can't rehearse. What, you wanna do it?"

"It's not a bad idea" Sebastian slowly answered, as if he was deeply thinking about it.

"It was a joke, Seb" Sam answered, almost chocking on his drink at the absurdity of the idea.

"He can sing" Sebastian insisted, as he had heard him and he had been marveled by the boy's voice.

"If he sings the same way he moves, that would be the dumbest idea I've ever heard" Sam contradicted him, chuckling as if trying to get Blaine to cover for Quinn was the most absurd idea he had ever heard.

"I don't even know the songs" Blaine said, looking gratefully at Sebastian for his trust as he tried to ignore Sam's hurtful words.

"Sam, you're a wonderful teacher, you can teach anybody" Quinn intervened, her opinion of Blaine changed drastically with his gesture –and happy that they might have found the perfect solution for their problems.

"But can you see him, he's a baby, he can't even talk without stuttering!" Sam protested, not talking directly at Blaine but loud enough for him to hear. "He can't do it, he cannot do it"

Sam was so concentrated on refusing the idea that he missed Blaine's sudden determined expression: enough was enough. He was not a baby and he surely could sing. Sam thought he couldn't do it? Well, he was going to show him otherwise.