Human Nature

by paperheart27

People make mistakes, that's a part of being Human right? Personally, I think it's how you deal with those mistakes that shapes who you are as a person. So this is the story of my mistakes. Everybody wants to be perfect right? But imperfection is part of Human Nature. Klaine, Sam/OC, Andersiblings mostly about the relationship between Blaine and his sister.

1. Chapter 1

A/N:

Hey guys, so this story is going to loosely follow the events of season three and four, however, throwing another person into the mix obviously makes it AU and I haven't decided yet how closely I'm going to follow the show or if I'll just branch off on my own. We'll have to see.

Only difference I can think of right now is that Sam never moved away. His family is still poor, he and Mercedes had a summer thing that ended but he's still at Mckinley.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately don't own any characters or situations that originated on glee. Sadness. But at least I get to play in the playground for a little while. All original characters, (ie: Sage) are my own.

-x-

September 12, 2011

Dear Blaine,

Hello favourite brother! So, just in case you haven't noticed the date, our birthday is in, count it, four days. Four days and we'll be . As you can tell I'm extremely excited about this. I mean, 17, big deal. (sarcasm really doesn't translate well in emails, does it?)

So apparently we are unable to pick up our phones anymore. I counted just a second ago and realized we haven't spoken for more than 2 minutes in five weeks. FIVE weeks! Partially my fault, seeing as I was in Europe all summer but still, you were canoodling with your man all summer. Our relationship which used to be the envy of many has been debased and is strictly a textual relationship. Shame.

So, anyway, given this alarming fact, I was thinking we should actually speak on Friday! Shocking,

isn't it? I know you have glee club (by the way, how's the new school?) but maybe after, around six-ish? I wish I could actually see you, but alas, stupid boarding school is five hours away from the public school you have decided to subject yourself to. (I'm kidding. Sort of. Why are you subjecting yourself to public school again? I'm still a little fuzzy on that count) So, tell me what you think of this plan (even though you have no choice) and tell me how the boyfriend is. Maybe someday I'll meet him. Possibly at your wedding, or the birth of your first child. (I know, I'm hilarious, right?)

I love you brother!

Sage

September 13, 2011

Dear Sage,

Hello favourite sister. First of all you are not nearly as hilarious as you think you are, and I'll also agree that sarcasm just does not translate well in emails. I'm going to have to insist that the textual relationship is not actually my fault, despite my "canoodling" as you so eloquently put it. What have you been up to anyway? How did your internship go? How is it being back at school? I feel like I have no idea what is happening in your life and you know everything about mine. Anyway, I know you're far too busy for me. Remember me in your presidential acceptance speech.

I was trying to avoid our birthday actually. It's weird, I was at Dalton for three years. I'm not used to not seeing Wes and Dave and the rest of the guys everyday. I was someone at Dalton and here I'm just starting all over again. Wes says hi, by the way, all the way from Oberlin. He talks about you a little too often for me not to want to kill him slightly. (Is it possible to kill someone slightly?) It isn't that I regret transferring to Mckinley. I don't at all. The New Directions are great, they just don't really know me. They know me as Kurt's boyfriend, not me as me. And none of them except Kurt knows that its our birthday. You'll love Kurt. I really love him, Sage. It's a little scary but he's kind of the greatest person I've ever met. Sometimes I really don't know how I got so lucky (I know you're fake gagging right now but you secretly think we're adorable.)

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, our birthday.

Anyway, I think the phone call is a great idea that has to happen, however, I suggest kicking it up a notch. Can I at last use you missing me as a sympathy vote to get you to download skype? Come on, you can see your favourite brother's face! I also dyed my hair pink.

Love you most,

Blaine

September 14, 2011

Dear Blaine,

Pink! Ha! If you ever gave up your hair gel I think the world would explode, let alone dyed it. Pink! I'm still laughing at that one. And don't kill Wes, he's harmless. (I'm not entirely sure how you would go about killing him slightly anyway.)

Ok, I'm going to ask this again because it is my job as your sister so don't kill me. Are you sure transferring was a good idea? I know you missed Kurt . I know you love Kurt. But does that really mean you have to give up your entire life for him? You're only 17, Blaine, you have your whole life to spend with Kurt, or with someone, who knows? I just want to make sure that this decision was about what you want and about what's good for you. Because as great as you think Kurt is, you are more important to me. Anyway, it's your choice and you've made it, I just hope you thought it through. (If I was less of an amazing sister I would now bring up the fact that you don't always think things through... I have several examples. I'm not going to bring that up though because I am, in fact, an amazing sister.) I promise this whole spiel comes from a place of love and concern and even more love.

Anyway, I think your face to face argument was just too compelling and I have to download skype. ugh, I hate technology. You'll have to talk me through it over the phone.

Also, I resent you suggesting that I don't call you. I'll have you know I called you three times yesterday and you didn't pick up the phone.

Can I just go on the record and say this distance thing sucks.

Yeah right you love me most,

Sage

September 15, 2011

Dear Sage

Hello again, favourite sister.

I agree the distance sucks. I think I miss you more than I actually thought was possible. After three years, you'd think we'd be used to it.

I'm excited to actually see your face tomorrow though. By the way, you only hate technology because you have an irrational fear of your laptop blowing up, which, by the way, won't happen. You know that Gigi is more technologically savvy then you are right?

She asked about you last night. Says she sends her love. She's leaving for Paris again tonight. Apparently the company will completely self-destruct if she isn't there to oversee things.

It's actually kind of cool, I pretty much live alone 95% of the time. A little lonely maybe, but better than the alternative of living with Dad. That would be very very bad.

And here I go from touching on one uncomfortable subject (dad) to another. I know you care, Sage. But I'm sure about this. I didn't leave Dalton because Kurt wanted me to, I left because I wanted to. When all that stuff happened with the Sadie Hawkins dance and then the hospital and everything, I kind of left Burnham with my tail between my legs. I can't go back to Burnham, maybe I'm a coward, but I can't. Coming to Mckinley and facing Kurt's tormenters though, it sort of feels like I'm facing my own. Yeah, it'll definitely be harder than staying at Dalton, but I feel like I owe it to kids who are going through what I went through to try and make this school in the middle of Ohio a better place. Does that make any sense?

Kurt said the same thing as you, actually. He was all worried about resentment building between us if I transferred to Mckinley because of him. It was pretty adorable, actually. I'll say it again, to you and to him. I'm happy with my choice. I've just got to get used to it here. Now I'm changing the subject.

You've been studiously ignoring any questions I ask about your life, by the way, don't think I haven't noticed. Is everything ok? I'm just saying, you can always talk to me Sage.

Anyway, happy almost birthday. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You know I do love you the most,

Blaine.

I clicked the x on the corner of the email listlessly, before closing my computer screen. The last few sentences of Blaine's email were annoyingly perceptive as usual. I had been more than a little tight lipped about my life for the past few months because it really hadn't been all that great. I sighed and dropped back against the pillows on my bed. Between virtual invisibility and the attention I was now receiving I would happily go back to being the overachieving nerd I had been back in May.

The door to my room clicked open as my roommate Carys walked in, her blond hair rippling down her back, her skirt flouncing like the rich schoolgirl barbie she was. She rolled her eyes dramatically when she saw me lying on my bed.

"Don't worry." she said after a long silence, moving towards her own bed across the room and dropping her school blazer on it, "I'm not staying. You can hide from people all you want without me interrupting you." I rolled my eyes and stared at the ceiling as she changed from her uniform into a dress that looked as if it had been made from a length of high-lighter pink plastic. "You know, with the amount of attention you've been getting, you'd think you would be out whoring yourself out to the next underclassmen you meet." Her voice reminded me of sour candy, the kind that left a bad taste in your mouth. "...but instead you lie in here every night like a love-sick puppy. You're more pathetic than I thought." I didn't bother to respond or to move my gaze from the ceiling as she grabbed her purse and walked out, slamming the door as she did. I looked up as she popped her head back in with a malicious glint in her eye as she gazed at me smugly. "Someone wrote a note on the door for you." She slammed the door again and I could hear her and her friends laughing all the way down the hall.

This was pretty much horrible. Carys had always been awful, but this was everyone, or almost everyone being completely awful, horrible excuses for human beings. I had never missed Blaine more than I did right now.

The stupidity of my decisions over the entire second half of last year sort of astounded me. I had seen the door when I came in from class. "slut". I had been at the top. Sure, I wasn't into the partying and drug abuse that ran surprisingly rampant at Burnham but I was head of academics, I had sort of friends, and one humiliating experience later, I was on my own.

The plan that had been circulating in my mind for the past week was suddenly seeming more and more like a viable option.

- x -

Yes. I knew that I was glaring at a building. Yes, I also knew that the building was made of concrete and glass and metal and therefore did not care that I was glaring at it. But I was still glaring at it. I had never wanted a building to suffer as much as I wanted Mckinley high school to suffer. This stupid stupid high school might very well keep me out of Yale. How, you ask? Well, staying at Burnham Prep would virtually guarantee me at least some serious consideration from the head haunchos behind those ivy covered walls. Yet here I was, seriously considering letting all of that fall by the wayside to suffer the indignity of public school. In Lima, for Christs sake! If I transferred to Mckinley, I could very well be stuck in Ohio for the rest of my life which was a frankly terrifying thought.

"Stupid Brother" I muttered to myself, crossing my arms sullenly across my chest. If my stupid, stupid brother hadn't decided to move to this hell hole of a school that happened to be co-ed, I would never have been faced with this unanswerable conundrum. While Blaine was far from being the only reason I was considering a transfer, I felt far more comfortable blaming him for the time being, so I was going to stick with that. I grumbled to myself darkly and pushed myself off the hood of my car, trudging across the pot hole ridden parking lot.

There was something institutional about this place, I decided as the huge glass doors clicked behind me with what seemed like the clang of a jail cell.

Ok. So I was being a little dramatic.

The place was a deserted maze of sterile halls that smelled like bleach and generic floor cleaner. Oh how I suddenly missed Dalton with its marble floors, mahogany staircases and floor plan that I actually knew.

"Oh, great idea, Sage, lets surprise him." I muttered to myself as my heels clicked on the linoleum floor. "Never mind that fact that you've never been here before and have no idea how to find him."

This was officially a stupid and badly thought out plan. Every single hallway in this place was identical. Literally identical. I was going to be stuck in here forever, doomed to wander around the wasteland of public high school for all eternity.

Ok, dramatic again.

"If I was a choir room, where would I be?" I wondered out loud as I wandered aimlessly past open doors and silent classrooms. You would think there would be someone around here somewhere, didn't public schools have after school clubs or something? There had to be someone around here that would be able to give me directions. I turned a corner and found myself slammed painfully against a metal locker, my eyes swimming from the unexpected impact.

"Oh my God." A guy said above where I was hunched over. "I am so sorry." well, at least my wish had been answered, here was someone who could give me answers. I should probably look up in case there was internal bleeding or something and I needed to press charges against my new tour guide. "Are you ok?" he asked anxiously.

I managed to gather myself enough to look up at my attacker. And keep looking up. Good lord, this guy had to be 6' 3"? 6'4", easy. And he was cute. Very cute. I cursed myself silently. Trust me to be attracted to the guy that had physically assaulted me, this spoke volumes for the future use of my self defence classes. My stomach was providing me with extremely uncomfortable fluttering feelings, as if a hundred moths were banging against my innards, trying to force their way out.

I drew in a sharp breath at the pain in my side and pressed two fingers against my ribs experimentally. Bruised but definitely not cracked. "I'm alright, just a little winded." I said, pressing a hand to my sternum and trying to catch my breath. His hand closed around my elbow and helped pull me upright.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously as I straightened my skirt. His ear to ear smile and squeaky clean blond Beiber look had boyscout written all over it.

"I'm sure." I laughed at the supremely dramatic look on his face and dusted my jacket off.

"I'm Sam." he supplied, releasing my elbow and offering a hand. Hand shaking? Wow, he really was a boyscout.

"Sage." I said shaking his hand. He grinned widely at me. I gazed at him wonderingly as he stared down at me. It took a second of wondering whether or not I had something stuck in my teeth for me to realise that this was the way normal, polite people acted.

"Can I take you to the nurse?" he asked, as I grinned in spite of myself. He was just so Ohio, so friendly to a complete stranger and genuinely concerned for my well being. Exactly what I pictured the small town Ohio kid to be.

"No thanks." I laughed. This complete stranger who had just rammed me into a wall of lockers had actually managed to turn my snobby, depressing mood sunny within two minutes of talking to him. That was pretty impressive. "You could show me where the choir room is, though." I hadn't, up until that moment thought his smile could possibly get wider, but there it went.

"I just happen to be heading that way little lady." he said, drawling the words. I paused and raised my eyebrows questioningly at the sudden cowboy accent.

"Rhett Butler?"

"John Wayne" he responded. This kid was weird. But a nice weird.

"okay then." I responded, laughing again as he motioned for me to follow him down the hall.

"So... are you transferring here?" he asked as I tried not to focus on the warmth of his hand on my elbow, guiding me through the maze of hallways. It was possible that I imagined the little note of hope in his voice but I was going to pretend that it was there simply because it was fun pretending. I looked down at the linoleum, feeling a little flustered.

"I'm thinking about it." I said, saying the words out loud for the first time. It didn't actually seem that scary anymore. So I was going to transfer schools, so what?

Ok, maybe still a little scary.

"Cool." Sam smiled again. I hadn't actually ever seen anyone smile quite as much as he did. He stopped suddenly and gestured with a flourish at the door to the choir room, which, by the way, I would never have found on my own. "Shall I escort you in little lady?" he asked, John Wayne again.

I paused, a plan suddenly forming in my head. "you go ahead, I have to make a phone call." He smiled again.

"I'll see you in there."

I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall so I could see into the room and dialled the familiar number. I rejoiced silently as I heard the chipper ring tone jingling from the choir room. I could see him now, sitting in the back row, pulling his phone out of his pocket. This was such an awesome plan.

"Happy Birthday favourite sister." he said quietly, smiling as he answered the phone.

"Happy Birthday favourite brother." I responded, grinning widely at the ingenious nature of my plan. He turned away from the doorway , pressing one hand to his free ear, ostensibly to hear me better. "I thought we were going to talk later?" he asked. I couldn't hold still, I was too excited at how awesome this plan was. I grinned and began jumping lightly up and down in excitement. He was going to be so surprised when I just walked in there! Did I mention that this plan was awesome? I grinned gleefully, trying to keep myself from drawing too much attention before the right moment.

"We are." I said jubilantly."I just have a surprise for you."

"A surprise for me?" he laughed as I hung up the phone and walked through the door of the choir room.

Sam grinned again and raised an arm in greeting. Blaine hadn't noticed my entrance yet, still facing towards the wall.

"Sage?" I could hear him saying quietly into his phone. "Sage, are you still there?"

I grinned. "I'm here." I said loudly. His head shot around as his phone clattered to the floor.

I raised an eyebrow and laughed at his shocked face. "That was dramatic." I informed him as he stared open mouthed at me. He continued to stare at me as if I were a mirage or something instead of his real, actual sister standing there, waiting for him to do something.

"Geeze!" I exclaimed rolling my eyes at Blaine. "I drive five hours on my birthday just to see you and I don't even get a hello?"

By now, every single head was turned towards us. "It's Lord Tubbington's unbirthday" A blond girl dressed in a red and white cheerleading uniform said into the silence of the room. "It's my unbirthday too." she continued her eyes widening in awe as if she had just found the answer to the meaning of life.

"Oh my god!" Blaine finally managed to say, ignoring the cheerleader as most of the room appeared to be doing. He got up off his chair and launched himself at me, scooping me into his typical bear hug prompting me to return his hug automatically, falling into a pattern we had probably developed in utero. "What are you doing here?"he asked, laughing as he broke out of the hug, holding my shoulders at arms length.

"Oh you know," I said nonchalantly, "I was in the neighbourhood. Plus I wanted to see my favourite brother on my birthday.

"It's my birthday." he insisted, resurrecting an old joke. He laughed out loud again and bounced up and down on the spot.

"Am I the only one who has no clue what is going on with the hobbit right now?" the brunette cheerleader asked in a lazily sarcastic voice. Blaine rolled his eyes for my benefit as I raised my eyebrows at the hobbit comment. Apparently that was an insult that was going to follow him around for his entire life.

"It's your unbirthday too Santana." the blond beside her stated as the brunette looked away from us and smiled softly at her companion.

"Santana, everyone, this is my sister Sage." Blaine said, ignoring the blonde again as the majority of the room gazed at us in interest. I compulsively straightened his crooked bow tie as he grinned at me. I'd missed Blaine smiles. I impulsively squealed and hugged him again.

"Wait, Blaine's a twin? How do none of us know this?" an Asian girl with long black hair asked

"I knew." My eyes flicked up to the corner where Blaine had been sitting to examine the tall thin youth he had been sitting next to. His clothes screamed designers names at me, Marc Jacobs, Chanel I could even see an hermes scarf tied around his neck. I glanced at Blaine who was smiling his dopiest smile at the boy in the corner. That had to be Kurt then, I decided in interest as I took in his posture, the shoes peaking out from underneath well tailored Armani and last of all the look of infatuation he was sending my brother's way. This would definitely require further research.

"Twins are aliens." the same blond cheerleader mumbled as Santana patted her leg comfortingly. There was a beat as everyone in the room turned to look incredulously at her. "What? Lord Tubbington is a twin and I think he's been scanning my brain in my sleep."No one seemed to have any idea how to respond to that. What kind of alternate universe had I stepped into?

"Ok guys!" a middle aged guy in a vest came in clapping his hands. He stopped and looked questioningly at Blaine as we stood awkwardly in the middle of the choir room. A picture clicked in my head from Blaine's descriptions. Mr. Shuester, he who wears many vests.

"Um, Mr. Shue, this is my sister Sage." Blaine said, still doing that bouncing thing he does when he's excited. "and I still can't believe she's here" he grinned widely. I grinned back at him, realizing that he was pretty much doing exactly what I had been doing just before I came into the room.

" Well it's nice to meet you, Sage. You're welcome to join us." Blaine had already taken this for granted and was dragging me over to his seat where Kurt was gazing at me in a vaguely interested way.

It took a minute for everyone to look away from us and for Mr. Shuester to get everyone's attention back, but eventually they were all listening to his speech about revisiting duets, every once in a while somebody inserting a pithy comment, Blaine quietly informing me of who they all were. I couldn't believe that I had actually done it. I had actually got in my car with minimal supplies and no plan and driven out of Pittsburgh to the middle of nowhere Ohio. It was kind of exciting, being adventurous, veering away from the plan.

"I personally think that duets are a staple in the repertoire of any good performer." I raised an eyebrow at the grating, peppy tone of the brunette's voice as I turned my attention back to Blaine's new glee club.

"Rachel." Blaine mumbled into my ear. Ah, well that explained it. Although it made Blaine's 'experimentation' phase all the more confusing. This girl was actually wearing a sweater with some species of woodland creature printed on it.

"It's a great opportunity to have someone support my talent." she continued, ignoring about 95% of the glee club as they all made scoffing noises or rolled their eyes.

"Actually, Rachel, duets are more about supporting two different talents." Mr. Shue said pointedly. "Anyone feel like taking a spin?" He looked expectantly at the group, most of whom were suddenly looking extremely reticent. Blaine shifted in his seat beside me as a horrible suspicion started to dawn on me. I knew Blaine well enough to suspect what was about to come out of his mouth and it was not good for me.

"Uh, Mr. Shue." he said. Oh. God. No. Please have him be talking about Kurt. Please, Please, Please.

Kurt glanced at him questioningly, not helping my hopes.

"Do you and Kurt have something in your wheelhouse?" Shue asked, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the piano. Blaine cleared his throat and looked at me expectantly, my musing broken by the look in his eye. I knew that look, that was a dangerous look. I shook my head at him.

"No way." I said out loud as he threw a puppy dog look at me which was extremely unfair. He knew I was helpless against the puppy dog eyes. Blaine was practically an overgrown puppy in his everyday life but when he threw those eyes at me, I was lost. Some people were born to lead by force, others to lead by love. Blaine was the latter, and he knew it. One look with those sad eyes and he knew I would give in. He may look innocent and cheery on the outside but he is a master manipulator.

"I was hoping," he said, ignoring me, "that you would be all right with Sage and I showing you something we've been working on for about ten years."

"I want to hear it." Kurt piped up. I slumped down in the plastic seat. Number one, Kurt wasn't gaining any brownie points here. Number 2, I wasn't singing. I absolutely was not indulging Blaien and singing this stupid song in front of a bunch of people I had never met.

"Sounds good Blaine." Mr. Shue was quickly added to the growing hit list in my head.

I told you I was dramatic.

"I want to hear Blaine and girl Blaine" Brittany said, looking vaguely at the wall at the other end of the room.

Blaine grinned annoyingly at me.

"Why did I think hanging out with you was a good idea?" I joked, dramatically sighing at my insistent brother. He knew that he had me cornered. I was still too happy to see him to be able to say no to him.

"Because you love me." he informed me matter of factly, grabbing my arm and bodily dragging me to the centre of the room. "It's just like riding a bike." he assured me, quietly informing the pianist what we would be singing.

I winced as the first few familiar chords of the most annoying song in the world brought me right back to where we had left this song five years ago. I had only ever agreed to sing this song to appease Blaine. It seemed history was repeating itself.

"Anything you can do, I can do better, I can do anything better than you."

I hadn't sung in so long that I sort of felt like I was croaking. Surely my frog voice was the worst type of enticement possible to demonstrate a duet for the rest of the club. Everything had been way too busy for me to do any singing since Blaine had transferred three years ago and other than silly thigns like Christmas carols I really hadn't done any performing in far too long.

"No you Can't"

"Yes I can"

"No you can't"

"Yes I can"

"No you can't"

"Yes I can, Yes I can"

The way I was automatically stepping back into the choreography we had developed together at seven years old surprised me. This was actually kind of fun,embarrassing as it may be to sing in front of a bunch of performers I had never met. Blaine stepped forward, dancing around energetically and bouncing all over the room like the energizer bunny he was. There was a reason my Aunt had nicknamed him 'sparkplug' when we were little.

"I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge"

"I can get a sparrow with a bow and arrow"

I rolled my eyes as he dragged people up to the middle of the floor and started dancing with them. He grinned widely over at me as he managed to coax Kurt into following him to the middle of the room, spinning him around deftly. He was so happy here I realized as he guffawed loudly in the middle of the instrumental break. He'd always been a proathiding his emotions and pretendingto be cheerful but this was a new Blaine that I was watching dance around with his boyfriend. He wasn't pretending here, this didn't feel like the kind of debonair mask he had been wearing for the past few years. I was starting to feel a lot less worried about Blaine being here. Come to think of it, I was starting to feel a lot less worried about being here myself.

"I can live on bread and cheese"

"And only on that?"

"Yes"

"So can a rat"

In spite of myself I was having fun. Coming here was a great idea, I suddenly decided. Blaine grinned at me as he let go of Kurt and rushed to finish off our choreography, leaning back to back against me. I had never realized just how cheesy this choreography was, come to think of it.

"Anything you can sing I can sing sweeter"

"I can sing anything sweeter than you"

"No, you can't, can't, can't"

"Yes, I can, can, can, can"

"Yes I can!"

Blaine and I spontaneously burst out laughing halfway through the last note. Sure, we ruined the money moment but this whole situation was completely, ridiculously, hilarious. I never thought that I would be singing Annie get your gun with my dweeb of a brother in front of a room full of strangers. There was something about it though that was completely, totally awesome. The rest of the glee club were laughing right along with us. I actually caught myself feeling included. That was a weird feeling. Burnham didn't do inclusion and acceptance, they did competition. Sure, Blaine's friends had learned my name all of half an hour ago, but all they needed was a song and I was one of them. All of a sudden transferring wasn't that scary.

"That was great, guys!" Mr. Shue exclaimed clapping his hands enthusiastically and laughing out loud. "That kind of support is exactly what a duet should be!"

Blaine and I were still laughing, a little hysterically, both of us leaning on each other as we tried to catch our breath.

"Everybody start thinking about your duets for the rest of this week. Sage," he said, smiling warmly at me and touching my arm, "we're really glad to have you."

I paused, a little bit stunned as I stood in the middle of the choir room. Blaine was jumping up and down and laughing with his friends and I couldn't do anything but stand there.

Sam sidled over to me, grinning widely. I'd known him for an hour and he had already smiled more than 80% of the people I had ever met. I couldn't help but smile back shyly at him. Those darn butterflies were back again.

"So..." he started, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Anderson, huh?" he flipped his hair back in a move that was a bit too much like Justin Beiber, making it feel really weird to find him completely adorable. I shrugged, my smile widening a bit. It was possible I was flirting. Maybe. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Sage Anderson."

I laughed in spite of myself, the butterflies making me feel a little giddy. "Nice to meet you too, Sam." I said, biting my lip as he waved and walked towards the door. He turned around suddenly, mouthing 'Happy Birthday', before he walked out of the room.

Blaine cleared his throat from beside me, where he had been obnoxiously hovering since he had seen Sam walk up. He raised an eyebrow suggestively as I shoved his annoying self towards the door. Completely obnoxious.

I smiled as I followed him out of the room. Transferring was probably the best idea I had ever come up with.