AN: Blam fic including underage drinking, gay bashing, and maybe some romance/smut later.

Blaine shoved Sam one last time and stormed out of the choir room. Kurt and Finn both moved to follow him but Sam held out a hand to stop them before he stalked out of the choir room to chase Blaine down. He caught up to Blaine at the end of the deserted hallway and grabbed his shoulder to get him to turn around. The firm grip sent Blaine over the edge. He yanked his shoulder away from Sam, balled his fingers into a tight fist, and spun around sharply to use the momentum to add to the sucker punch he delivered to Sam's face.

"What the hell is your problem?" Sam yelled as he clutched the right side of his face that was beginning to throb.

"You." Blaine spat out with disgust. "You are my problem. What you're doing is just horrible."

"I don't know what you're talking about Blaine." Sam said, avoiding Blaine's piercing gaze.

Blaine did his best to hide the shudder that hearing Sam say his name again caused to tremble down his spine. I'm mad. Blaine reminded himself.

"Everyone's bought into this stupid act you're playing but not me. You can pretend to date all the girls you want Sam but it's not going to erase my memory."

Sam clenched his teeth as his nose flared in sheer rage. "Don't talk about that."

"Why not Sam? The past doesn't just stay in the past."

"This time it does."

"Why?"

"Because I changed."

Blaine scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's bullshit Sam. Stop lying to yourself."

"Why don't you stop trying to make me someone I'm not!" Sam's voice had turned into a loud shout and his knuckles were clenched white by his sides.

"I'm so sick of this! Taking your clothes off for horny middle aged women doesn't make you straight Sam. It makes you disgusting."

Sam's rage took over and he slammed his hand against the locker a hair away from Blaine's head. Blaine knew he should back down or run away but his blood was boiling.

"Stop being the scared little boy Sam. You already came out once and the closet door isn't a revolving one. I know it's tough out here but stop holding on to the closet door and be a man!"

"It wasn't tough Blaine. It was literally hell. I lost EVERYTHING that night!" Sam's face filled with pain as he dropped the act and succumbed to the walled up emotions.

"Then get it back Sam." Blaine said as he looked up at Sam's eyes that were closed tight to shut away the hurt. Sam exhaled a short breath and then gave in.

The moment that Sam's lips pressed against Blaine, the world started to fit together again. For the past two years everything had felt a little out of sync, everything happening a little off beat and a little out of focus. But now, even with his eyes closed, Blaine knew that everything was right again.

That was until Sam ripped himself away a solid minute later. Blaine opened his eyes and searched Sam's face to figure out what was going on in his weary head.

"Don't." Sam said without looking at Blaine. "Just don't." Then, without another word, Sam dashed to the parking lot leaving Blaine alone in the hallway to sink to his knees and cross his arms as he felt his heart crumble.

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Sam hit the steering wheel as hard as he could, and was grateful that his air bag didn't work properly.

"Fuck!" Sam shouted in anger at his regression.

He didn't really know where he was driving, but he was sure he was breaking the speed limit. An hour later, Sam found himself parked in front of his old boarding school staring at the ivy covered buildings. For a moment Sam considered trying to burn it down. That way his memories could turn to ash with the mound of clay. As if summoned by his violent thoughts, Sam's memories started bubbling to the surface.

It was the end of a perfect night. Sam had asked the only other gay kid to the Sadie Hawkins dance and he had been really anxious about it. Blaine was nice and all, but they weren't really close. They just ran in different circles. But as the night wore on, the date changed from being about convenience and more about genuine attraction. Blaine laughed at Sam's jokes and although the pair was drastically opposite it made them fit together in a nice balance instead of their differences tearing them apart. Sam was trying to play it cool, but he was falling hard for his curly haired date. Sam had finally gathered the courage to kiss Blaine under the paper Mache moon at the center of the dance floor during the final song. Sparks don't even come close to describing the bolts of electricity still scorching their way from Sam's lips to his brain.

Sam pulled Blaine from the dance floor and continued to dance with him in the parking lot under the dazzling stars. Sam smiled at Blaine's rolling laughter and was glad that his date didn't try and resist.

"Tonight was perfect." Blaine said softly as he rested his head on Sam's firm chest.

"Really?" Sam asked and pulled Blaine in closer as they swayed.

Blaine just hummed in affirmation. "It's a shame it can't always be like this. . ."

"Why can't it be?"

"We aren't exactly friends Sam. We never see each other."

"Well I'd make time to see you again. And maybe we haven't been friends but now we can be something better. I could be your boyfriend."

"Sam . . ."

"I promise to always carry your books and buy you lunch. I'll bring roses to every single performance where I'll sit in the center of the front row. I promise to pretend to help you with homework and take care of you when you're sick and write you outrageously cheesey love notes."

"Well if you promise all of that . . ." Blaine said sarcastically.

"I'd promise all that and more Blaine." Blaine looked up into Sam's eyes and tried not be surprised at the sincerity there.

"Oh Sam . . ." Blaine sighed as he gave in to the welling emotions in his chest.

Sam wished the memory had ended there. That they'd just get into the car and drive away. But Sam couldn't control the memory any more than the tears pouring down his face.

Sam pulled the keys from his pocket and ended the dance so he could get his date home on time. As soon as the keys from his pocket the first bat stroke hit him from behind. Immediately Sam's mind flipped into crisis mode. He steadied himself after the blow to avoid knocking Blaine over and pressed the keys into Blaine's perfect hand.

"Go!" Sam yelled as he checked to make sure Blaine wasn't surrounded.

Blaine fled as he silently cursed their decision to leave their phones in the car. Sam saw Blaine make it safely to the car and drive it over the curb around the parking lot to get away. Sam lashed out, throwing his fists around to try and break free, but his efforts were futile. A second blow from the bat landed on his head instead of his ribs this time and Sam was lost to the world.

Sam didn't have any memories of what had happened the rest of the night or the three days after it. All he could remember was harrowing pain and lots of incoherent shouting. It had been two long weeks in the hospital before he was allowed to go home. The first day back at school had been the worst for Sam. He'd never gotten a look at who had attacked him and the police had no leads. Sam's dad had been furious that no DNA evidence had been found despite the hour long attack that had left Sam abandoned in the center of the football field.

Sam's memory flashed back to the meeting on the morning he'd returned to school.

"So here's what's going to happen." His principle said harshly behind his ancient wooden desk. "As far as anyone else is concerned, you are responsible for what happened that night. When the shock of inviting another boy to the school dance didn't get you the attention you wanted, you decided to pick a fight. You proceeded to lose the fight that you instigated and that is what resulted in your injuries. Your absence from school has been due to a two week long suspension and that's the end of it."

"Why?" Sam asked softly. The old Sam would have thrown a fit as well as the chair across the room. Now he just felt too broken to care.

"Because this school doesn't need the bad press from this and you need my help to get the teachers to pass you this term so you can graduate on time. Besides Sam, the legal battle involved with you pressing charges is more than your family can handle financially. Even if you were to press charges, there's no way you could hope to win. There's just no evidence. This is what's best for everyone."

"What about. . ." Sam couldn't bring himself to finish. Blaine had never showed at the hospital or even sent a card.

"Blaine is gone Sam. He transferred the Monday after the dance."

Sam had sat in the chair unable to move for over an hour.

After that, Sam had spent all of his free time in the gym and told his parents that the 'gay stuff was just a phase.' He knew it wasn't true but Sam had been beaten. Truth didn't really matter anymore. At the end of the year, Sam's parents had let him transfer to a public school so that he could 'date girls like a normal teen.' His parents hadn't even tried to disguise their joy that Sam had been cured of his homosexuality.

When Blaine had popped up again, his parents fought like crazy to keep him from sliding back into his old ways. They'd even sold their house and lived in a motel for a few months so that they could afford to send Sam to a 'Pray the Gay Away' camp for the summer. Once Kurt had started to befriend Sam, his parents officially lost it. They packed up the family and moved out of the state. His dad had even bought him a fake ID so he could work as a stripper saying that getting some good female sexual attention would help keep his son on track.

To convince his parents to let him return to Lima, Sam had promised that he was as straight as an arrow. In return, his parent's paid for his own apartment saying that it would be good practice for college. Sam knew the only reason he was living alone was to avoid living with a gay guy or a girl with two gay dads. When he'd left home, he thought the precaution was ridiculous. He hadn't thought about a guy in that way since Blaine. Sam felt so confident that he went off the high dose of meds he'd been on since that night. Of course, with Sam's luck, the meds would wear off the same day that he was alone with Blaine for the first time since that night.

Sam dried his eyes and forced his heart to get angry. He left you Sam. He can't go two years without talking about things and then suddenly expect you do go back to how things used to be. Besides you're straight. Sam told lectured to himself as he pulled away from his old school and drove to the liquor store.

AN: First Blam fic. Sam's not going to be a good boy for a while.