Disclaimer: The author of this piece does not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters from Glee belong to their original creators.
Hello everyone! So, new story. Basically, Blaine never went to Dalton and sadly Kurt doesn't exist... I love him but I just can't write him! Enjoy!
"Dude, wait up!"
Blaine turned around upon hearing the sound of Sam's voice echoing down the hall to see the taller teen half-jogging towards him. "Hey."
"What are you doing tonight?"
Shrugging in response, Blaine made an attempt at pretending not to have any significant plans for the evening. "I really, really have to study, so…"
Sam waved a hand in front of his face as if to gesture that none of the words Blaine had just said were of any importance. "There's an X-Men marathon going on downtown, it's gonna be all night and it's gonna be epic!"
"I wish I could Sam, but I've got to stay in this weekend. " He offered a crooked smile and tried to ignore the almost ignorable tug on his heart upon seeing the disappointed look on his friend's face. However, he did seem to be off the hook. "Sorry. Next time, Ok?"
And just when Blaine was about to turn around and keep walking towards his locker, he spotted something going on somewhere behind Sam's eyes.
"Since when do you need to study on a Friday night, I'm pretty sure you have an A in like… All of the subjects."
"Uhm…" Blaine nodded his head in agreement with the other teen. "I know, but you know how my dad is, so…-"
"-Blaine." Sam gave him a quizzical look and shook his head in confusion. "What's going on? It's X-Men."
"I have to see my doctor, Ok? Can we drop this now." 'My doctor.' Also known as 'The perfect excuse.'
However, Blaine's sudden confession only seemed to make the other boy even more puzzled. "On a Friday night?"
It was now Blaine's turn to seem downright confused as he tried to put on a self-assured front. "Late afternoon."
"Just spit it out, dude." Sam seemed to be losing his patience. "What's going on?"
Blaine just stood there for a moment, mouth half open while contemplating on some sort of exit strategy. Eventually, however, he decided he had to start talking. "I'm going to Scandals."
This time Sam made a face in response, almost as if he was put off by what he had just heard. "Alone?"
Taking a deep breath, Blaine turned around to keep walking down the hall with Sam's staggering figure just two steps behind him. "Yes."
The taller teen remained silent until they had finally reached their lockers. "Why?"
Shaking his head at the question, Blaine raised an eyebrow at Sam as he worked on getting his locker open, keeping his voice low. "Why do you think people go to gay bars, Sam?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, Sam ignored the question. "How the hell would you get into Scandals?"
Blaine shoved a book into his locker, stern expression on his face. "I have a fake ID."
"From?"
"Sebastian."
And the very second the name fell from his lips, Blaine squeezed his eyes shut knowing that this conversation was far from over. In comparison to what was coming it probably hadn't even begun.
The huff of laughter Sam had just let out was humorless. "You are not going alone. And if you were, it's not like you can't freakin' give yourself a rain check." Sam nodded to himself as if he had just cracked the case wide open, a knowing look looming on his face. "You're going with Sebastian."
Sebastian, also known as the nemesis of basically his entire group of friends. The person who had tried to blackmail one of their closest friends by threatening to release photoshopped pictures of her boyfriend online; the boy who had spent almost an entire year trying to coax Blaine into not only joining the ranks of the exclusive private school he attended, but to be with him. And to whom, after time and time again showing little to no interest in Sebastian's pursuits, Blaine had to pay for it by almost losing an eye in what supposedly had been a 'practical joke' gone bad.
Their relationship was complicated, to say the least.
"Since when do you two even talk?!"
And the look on Sam's face was enough to make Blaine wish that he was a better liar. "Do you have any idea how few other out, gay guys there are around here?"
"Blaine…" Sam reached out to grab Blaine's hand and pulled it towards him, seemingly unaware of the other boy's eyes widening to the size of dinner plates at the gesture. "If that's what it's about, I'll go with you. Because I am a good friend, and I'm pretty sure that Sebastian guy is a sociopath..."
"Sam…"
"I mean, I probably won't talk to anyone but I'll hang out, drink a couple of beers by the jukebox or something and you can do your thing or whatever."
Sam kept rambling on as Blaine pulled his hand back against his own chest, trying hard not to let it show just how moved he was, all the while knowing things never were just that simple. " Sam..! It's Ok."
Sighing in defeat, Sam let his backpack roll of his shoulder and dropped it to the floor. "I don't think it's Ok." Eventually, some sort of realization seemed to dawn on the taller boy's face. "Wait, are you two…?"
"No!" The insinuation made Blaine feel a deep red flush creep up his collar, even if he knew that it couldn't be further from the truth. "But even if we were, I really don't think it's of anyone else's business."
"I'm just looking out for you."
"Don't you get it, Sam?" Slamming his locker shut just a little bit harder than necessary, Blaine wasn't even trying to keep his voice down any longer. "I have never been with anybody. Ever."
"I…" For probably the thousandth time that day, Sam looked at him with a blank innocence of confusion. "I know that, Blaine."
Blaine laughed sarcastically, casting his eyes towards the floor. "Oh, so you know that…"
"Well." Seemingly out of respect for him Sam was, however, speaking softer than he had at any other point during their roller coaster of a conversation so far. "As your best friend, I assume you would, you know, tell me. But I don't understand what that has to do with anything?"
"It's not exactly by choice, Sam." And if there was one thing that made Blaine feel so uncomfortable he'd literally crawl out of his skin if he could, it was talking about this kind of stuff with his best friend. "I just think, if I put myself out there maybe I'll, you know…. Meet someone."
Sam looked down for a moment, and if Blaine didn't have a hunch of just how much their friendship meant to both of them he'd think the other boy almost seemed a little jealous. "I think you're looking in the wrong place, Blaine."
"Then just exactly where would you suggest I look?"
The question was met with a silence so still, it dawned on both of them that they were the last two students in the corridor.
"Didn't think so." Blaine hung his bag over his shoulder and brought a hand up to gently bump against Sam's upper arm. "See you Monday. Ok?"
It was with a heavy heart that Sam watched his best friend walk down the hall, to eventually disappear behind a corner.
"See you Monday."
And it was because of this scenario right here, Blaine thought to himself as he pushed open the heavy doors to the high school and started walking towards the parking lot, why there are so few realistic depictions of gay guys and their straight, best friends on TV.
TBC
