Sometimes Sam's life sucked. Like when he moved to Mckinley, fell in love, had the girl he loved stolen, his arm nearly ripped off, and then there was the whole homeless thing. Just recently, in fact, he'd had two girlfriends dump him within a few months of each other. Santana had announced that she was now dating Dave Karofsky of all people, and Mercedes had simply drifted away, citing her needs as a sister or something. It was barely two weeks since they'd broken up and she and Anthony Rashad were already necking at the Lima Bean every morning.
But Sam's dad always said that for every bad, you'd get some good. Sam had been holding onto that promise since the beginning of this terrible, terrible year.
And here it was.
In the form of Blaine Anderson asleep on his bed.
Okay, so it was actually all of their beds, and Stacey was currently asleep next to him, digging her face into Blaine's side, but that didn't change the fact that it was Blaine. The one person in the world Sam missed so badly it ached, and he was here in his bed.
The only thing that sucked is how he got there.
Sam was watching Pep, a show about a group of down and out cheerleaders who are inspired to win again by a new, passionate Cheerleading coach. And okay, it was a little bit of a guilty pleasure of his, and the storyline was terribly ham fisted and dramatic and the story had absolutely no continuity, but the music and actors were amazing… and he wanted to find out if Kate would tell Blair about the way she felt. Sam couldn't help it; their relationship was titillating.
Anyway, the episode had just finished with Pep performing a special cheer to let Lynn know that they would stand by her and her new baby, and Sam had been wiping away the tears that had magically appeared on his face with no cooperation from himself whatsoever when he heard a knock on the door.
And found Blaine sobbing hysterically on his doorstep.
"Blaine?" Sam said, distracted by the sudden coldness of his heart stopping in his chest, the way it always did when he saw Blaine's face. Then Blaine lifted his head, looking utterly miserable. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you? I swear, if someone did something to you, I'll kill them, just give me a name." Some habits die hard, and protecting Blaine was much more than a habit for Sam.
Blaine shook his head, "Sammy." And then lunged into his arms. Sam caught him, more out of instinct than anything. Then he realized who he was holding, and his grip grew fierce.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Blaine said, sniffling as Sam set him down on his bed, "I just didn't know who else to go to. I don't really know anyone else in New Directions, and I can't go home yet; my Dad would kill him if he saw me like this. But I've been trying for ever and I c-can't stop -" Blaine sobbed again. Stevie reached over and hugged him, trying to stop the tears in the only way he knew how.
"There's no need to apologize, Blaine. I'm always here for you. Now seriously, what happened? I hate seeing you like this." He was telling the truth. It just wasn't right for Blaine to be so unhappy.
"I- It's stupid," Blaine said. Sam shook his head and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Hey, look at me." Blaine lifted tear filled eyes to his, and Sam forgot to breathe. "N-nothing that could make you this upset is stupid. Talk to me." Blaine's face collapsed.
"Kurt broke up with me."
"Wait, what?"
"I don't even know what happened. O-one minute we were fighting over something stupid, and then K-kurt just said, 'It's over.' I didn't want to break up with him; I just wanted to stop fighting. I hate fighting with people and now Kurt broke up with me and New Directions are going to hate me! I don't know what to do, Sam!" Blaine made an agonized noise and buried his face in Sam's shoulder.
"No one could ever hate you."
"I just don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, you broke up with me, and Kurt broke up with me…"
Sam took a deep breath, "Blaine, that had nothing to do with you, I promise. Nobody is going to hate you. And even if they do, I know that Quinn and I are going to be with you every step of the way." Blaine smiled and leaned into him, the touch sending shockwaves through Sam's skin. And okay, maybe it was weird that Sam and his two exes were all best friends, but Sam wouldn't have it any other way. After all, they were all just friends.
And, yeah, he was full of crap.
Sam wasn't completely straight. He loved girls; he loved the way they looked and felt and smelled. But he couldn't deny the fluttering in his stomach when a good looking boy glanced his way. And Blaine was…
Long story short, Sam was bi. He dated Blaine at his old school, and he broke up with Blaine before he left. But Sam couldn't say he had ever really moved on. In fact, he could honestly say that Blaine was one of the two biggest regrets in his young life. And now Blaine was lying asleep in his bed, with impossibly long lashes and tear stained cheeks, and Sam was fighting every instinct that was screaming at him to kiss the other boy. But he couldn't, not until he was sure a kiss from him wouldn't break Blaine completely.
He wasn't going to kiss Blaine until he was sure the other boy would kiss him back. He wasn't going to cause any more pain to the boy he loved.
But he loved him.
And now that Kurt had screwed up his chance, Sam was going to do whatever it took to get Blaine back.
