I do not own the characters of Glee. They rightfully belong to Ryan Murphy. I only own this idea. Reviews are appreciated.

"Sam, would you mind giving your Father a hand in the kitchen while I finish up with the twins' bath?", asked Maria Evans from the bathroom in the hall. "I wish you would stop calling him my Father. You just married him and he will never be my Father.", said Sam as he walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He had just started to pile the plates from dinner into a stack as Steven, his Stepfather, walked back into the kitchen. "Face the facts, kid. Your real Dad left and he's not coming back. I'm the only Dad you're going to get.", said Steven as he walked over to the sink and began to dry some of the already washed dishes. "My Dad will come back. He promised he would and he always sticks to his word.", replied Sam as he carried the plates over to the sink and gently slid them into the soapy water. He could hear the older man chuckling under his breath and saw the man's shoulders shaking as he laughed.

The made the blonde's blood boil to the point of evaporating from his cells. "Let's just get these done so we can go our separate ways.", said Sam as he scrubbed the plates clean. "Cocking an attitude are we?", asked Steven as he put the remaining dishes away. "You haven't seen attitude.", said Sam as his lips drew back over his teeth in a slight snarl. "Having it won't get you very far, it'll only get you over my knee.", explained Steven as he dried off the dishes that Sam finished, watching him drain the water out of the sink. "Touch me once and I'll lay you out. Promise.", snarled the blonde as he hung up the washcloth and rolled his sleeves back down over his arms. He tensed up when he felt a hand come down and squeeze his ass, using his right arm to shove the older man as far from him as possible. "Didn't you understand?", he snapped at him.

"Sammy! It's getting late, off to bed.", ordered Maria as she walked down the stairs after tucking in the twins. "Yes, Momma.", said Sam as he walked over and kissed his Mom on the cheek, smiling warmly when he felt a kiss being pressed to his forehead. "Sleep good. I love you.", she said as he passed her. "I love you, too.", replied the boy as he walked away from her and up the stairs, making his way down the hall to his room. If he was quiet enough he could hear the muffled voices of both adults downstairs, but he was taught not to listen in on conversations that weren't meant for him to hear. Sam stripped down to his black boxers and tossed his clothes into the hamper before he shut his door and turned off the light. The blonde layed down in his bed and covered up with the blankets, waiting for sleep to come and claim him for the night.

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Sam opened his eyes sleepily as he heard his door creaking open, followed by footsteps on the hardwood floor. "Wha'?", asked the boy in confusion as he tried to sit up, only to feel a heavy hand come down on his shoulder. "Shhhhhhhhh, Sam. It's just me.", replied Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed. The blonde sat up when he felt the hand slide from his shoulder down his side to his thigh, before sliding to the inner part of his thigh. "What are you doing?", asked Sam as he sat up still half asleep. "Relax, kid. Your Mom doesn't have to know.", replied the man as he tore the blankets away from the boy and wrapped his hand around his neck, using the leverage to hold him down. "Get off of me, Steven.", said Sam as he tried to pry the hand off of his neck that was threatening to cut off his air way. "Keep quiet.", ordered Steven harshly. The blonde kicked out at the man with his feet when he felt a hand yanking his boxers down his legs.

"Get off of me!", hissed the boy as he used his own leverage to kick the man firmly in the side, pulling his boxers back on when the man fell off the bed with a thud. Steven cursed every word in the book as he picked himself up off of the floor, his face was red with rage in the darkness of the bedroom. "You'll regret that you little punk.", said Steven as he clenched his hands into fists. Sam slid his boxers back up and grabbed the nearest object: A baseball bat. He got out of bed quickly and held the bat with a firm but loose grip, knowing exactly how to use it if it came to a fight. "Sam? Sam are you okay? Whats going on in here? Why are you holding a bat?", asked Maria as she walked into the room and turned on the light. "The kid had a nightmare, Maria. I tried waking him up but it went down hill fast.", explained Steven as he placed a gentle kiss on his new wife's head.

"That's not even close to what happened! Tell her the truth!", ordered Sam in shock as his grip on the bat tightened even more. "I think you need to calm down, son. You might have hit your head or something.", said Steven as he made a move to come near him. The blonde just raised the end of the bat a little in a clean warning. "Sam, sweetheart. Please. Calm down and let's get you back into bed.", said Maria in a soothing tone as she walked over to her son and gently took the bat out of his clenched hand. "No. No. I'm just going to go for a walk or something. I could use the air.", said Sam as he quickly put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt over his bare chest and shoulders, pulling it down over his abs. "Its 4 in the morning, you're not going anywhere.", said Steven in a stern tone as he put his hands on his hips. "You're not my Father, don't try acting like it.", snapped Sam as he pushed his way past the two adults and down the stairs as he pulled on his boots.

"Sam. Please.", called out Maria as she watched her son disappear out the front door and into the night. The blonde ignored his Mother for the first time and shut the door behind himself before he walked on down the road, not caring which direction his feet took him in. He continued down the road and flipped the hood of his sweatshirt up when a rush of cold air hit him, blowing through his sweatshirt and straight to his bones. Sam looked up just in time to see a pair of headlights coming towards him and he only had a few split seconds to react. He jumped up onto the hood of the car and pressed his boot against the windshield for balance. The person behind the wheel got out of the car and looked up at him in shock. "Jesus, kid! I could have killed you! What are you doing out here this early?!", asked the man as he helped the blonde down from the hood. "I could have asked you the same thing.", replied Sam sharply as he backed away from the man.

"Easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to make sure you're not hurt. I was running late at the car repair shop. What's your name, kid?", asked the man. "Sam. Samuel Evans.", replied the blonde as he took a small step forward. "I'm Burt. Burt Hummel. Are you the same Sam Evans that my boy Kurt always talks about?", asked Burt as he shook hands with the boy. "I'm guessing that would be me. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel. I'm sorry if I caused any damage to your car. You caught me by surprise.", explained Sam as he shook the man's hand. "No need to be formal. Don't worry about the car it's in good shape. You should be heading home, your parents are probably worried sick.", suggested Burt as he opened the driver's side door. He stopped in confusion when the blonde made no move to get out of the streets or head home. "You're not going home, are you?", asked Burt. "I hadn't planned on it. I was just going to walk for a bit until it was time for school.", replied Sam truthfully.

"Hop in, Sam. I'll drive you back to my house where Finn and Kurt and Carole are. I can't let you walk around all night. You can stay the night with us. There's plenty of room.", said Burt as he gestured towards the passenger side door. "It's okay, Burt. You really don't have to.", said Sam as he stepped back again. "Yes, I really do. You're a friend of Kurt and Finn's, meaning your a friend of ours. You're welcome at our house anytime. Come on, son.", said Burt as he got into the car and started it up. Sam flashed a smile at the man and thanked him as he got into the car and shut the door, welcoming in the heat. "Thank you, Burt.", said the blonde as he rubbed his arms to warm them up. "No need to thank me.", replied the man as he drove on down the road and pulled into the driveway of his house. Both of the guys got out of the car and shut the doors with the blonde following the man up onto the porch and into the house.

"I'll show you to the guest room so you can get settled in for the night. Then I'll head off to bed myself. Is there anything I can get you?", asked Burt as he took off his jacket and hung it up. "No, thank you. I'm alright.", replied Sam as he continued to rub his arms to keep in some of the heat. Burt turned on a small light and lead the boy up the stairs and down the hall, where he opened one of the doors to the guest room. "Go ahead and get settled in for the night. The bed is already made up and ready. I'll come back up in a few minutes to check on you.", said Burt as he turned on the bedroom light. "Thank you, Burt. For everything.", said Sam as he walked into the room and slid off his sneakers and sat down on the bed. Burt smiled at the blonde and walked back down the hall and into the kitchen to get a drink. When he returned to the guest room he saw the blonde boy fast asleep on the bed on top of the covers, still fully dressed in his jeans and sweatshirt. The man walked into the room and covered the teen up with a heavy winter blanket before he turned off the light, making sure the hood of the sweatshirt wouldn't choke him in his sleep. "Good night, Samuel.", said Burt as he turned off the light and walked out of the room, closing the door but keeping it cracked a little.