Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Still Fighting It." To read that fic, please visit my profile or go to blambabyblam dot tumblr dot com. This fic will be much shorter and more information on the format will be released shortly. Until then, enjoy.
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Chapter 1 – The List
Blaine
As I sat at the counter in Sam's kitchen on that first day of summer after junior year, I was totally oblivious to what was coming my way in the following ten weeks. I had no clue that my summer would be just like a symphony.
When I was younger, seven or so, my parents forced my brother and I to come with them to my cousin's symphony concert. I sat in the oversized red auditorium chair in a nice shirt and bowtie, my dark hair slicked back. I read the program as we waited for the concert to begin and I looked over to my brother. "What's this word?" I asked him.
"That's symphony," he said.
"What's a symphony?" I asked him. He laughed.
"It's like one big, beautiful sound," he said sarcastically before rolling his eyes.
"No! Ben! Tell me!" I said pleadingly. He sighed before looking over at me.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," he said. "It's another word for all the instruments in the group. They have sections of different instruments that all come together and create the songs we hear." I nodded knowingly with my mouth half open.
"So it's like a puzzle. All the pieces come together," I replied.
"You got it bud," he replied. "All the pieces coming together to create one big, beautiful sound," he added mockingly. But it stuck with me. All the pieces coming together to create something beautiful.
That was definitely my summer. A summer symphony.
The first day of summer was welcomed by everyone. The last two weeks of junior year had been hard on all of us and after a half-day of school, Sam drove me back to his house for lunch. Things with Sam had been going so well, I thought I was in heaven. At first, I was scared it would only last so long before I moved to McKinley. But during the first month after I moved, Sam was my rock. He was there for me like no one else was. And I loved it. I loved seeing him become this person I always knew he could be. His confidence had taken such an upswing since I met him back at Dalton that I would've never guessed he was the same person.
He was lucky to have the support though. Quinn and Sam became close right after everything blew up at him the previous fall. At first, I was worried he would start denying his feelings again, but soon it became so apparent that they were too good at being friends and she was so supportive of him being gay that my fears subsided. His parents made the most astonishing turn. I knew his mom was closer to him when we reunited in the fall, but we had no clue how his dad would react. I'll never forget the phone call I got when he finally told his dad he was gay. Sam was elated. His dad reacted just as well as his mom. It took a bit of time for things to get back on an even keel, but his dad was proving himself to be the kind of father Sam needed. A father any gay kid would want. I was incredibly happy seeing Sam
And lucky for me, Sam's family warmed up to me too. Not only was his mom as sweet as pie, she decided she wouldn't rest until she helped me bake one too. My cooking skills were no better than they were on Sam and my first Christmas at Dalton and Mrs. Evans was determined to change that. I felt like Celia Foote from The Help, except Mrs. Evans didn't quite look like Minnie. But she sure could cook! As the spring went on, I spent more and more time at Sam's house and it was becoming my second home.
"I just don't want to waste my entire summer," said Sam suddenly, shaking me out of my own reminiscing. He poured two glasses of lemonade and handed me one as I sat on the stool at the island counter. "This is it. After this summer, we're all going our own ways. You know my dad told me he doesn't even talk to any of his friends from high school?" he added incredulously. "It's like being Jason Bourne. Just erasing everything we know and starting fresh."
"Sam, I think Jason Bourne was a little different," I offered reasonably. "I mean, it's not going to be easy. But we've still got an entire year until graduation. We can enjoy what we have left. Besides, your dad didn't have Facebook to keep his friends connected." Sam smiled at me before taking a sip of his lemonade.
"You've got a point," he said putting his glass down. "But I just don't want to watch the summer speed ahead of me. I want to enjoy every second of it."
"Well what all do you want to do?"
"I want to go on a road trip!" he said, perking up instantly. I loved that playful grin he got when he was excited. It was like joy just exuded from his face and he didn't even know it. "And I want to finally beat Assassin's Creed 2. And I want to throw a huge party."
"Speaking of which," I said, interrupting him slyly, "Are we still going to Britt's party tonight? Because if we are, I need to go home and get another shirt."
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?" he asked me before another sip.
"Nothing," I said simply. "I just don't want a repeat of Rachel's party."
"Where you threw up all over yourself and I had to give you my shirt?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied blushing. "Not that I really minded. But I would rather not relive that night."
"Well why don't you just take one of my shirts? That way we don't have to drive over there," he offered. "And I would be a terrible boyfriend if I didn't give you one of my hoodies, right?" He smiled, leaning in closer before giving me a kiss. I smiled in the middle of it, still amazed at how well his body knew mine, down to the simplicity of our lips touching.
"You're not a terrible boyfriend," I told him, our lips still grazing as I spoke.
"You sure?" he whispered. I nodded slowly with a playful smile.
"Hey Sam! I'm home!" Sam's mom came through the front door and we moved our stools apart before she could come into the kitchen. "Oh! Hi Blaine!" she added when she came through the swinging door. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just making a list for the summer," I said.
"Yeah," he tagged on. "Trying not to waste the only three months of freedom we have."
"Well you better get a move on it," she said. "It flies by. Next thing you know, you'll be in my kitchen in August complaining you didn't do anything all summer."
"She knows me too well," Sam muttered under his breath. "We're gonna go out in the sunroom," he said to his mom, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen. I turned, giving Mrs. Evans a wave goodbye with my free hand. Once we were in the sunroom, Sam sat down next to me and I kicked my legs up over his.
"Alright," I said. "Let's make this list." Sam leaned over to the coffee table and pulled out the drawer, digging a pad of paper from its depths. I dug into my pocket and handed him a pen.
"So number one, go on a road trip," he said slowly, writing each word down. "Two, beat Assassin's Creed 2. Three, throw a huge party. Four…"
"Share my first time with my boyfriend?" I blurted out before I could think.
"Share my…wait what?"