A/N: I have no idea if I'll be able to keep two multi-chapter projects going at once. But I guess I'll find out.

Crap. Why did Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury have to get married right now? Like, seriously, they couldn't have waited a day? Way to upstage the glee club's win at regionals, guys!

But no, the upstaging wasn't what bothered Sam the most. It wasn't what bothered Sam at all, actually. What bothered him was that Blaine already had marriage on the brain, and this stupid surprise wedding stunt was probably going to push him to propose to Kurt tonight. Like, immediately. And Kurt might be so swept away by the drama and the romance that he might just say yes.

Sam had been planning to say something to Blaine for a while now. And then when Blaine told him about his idiotic plan and refused to be talked out of it—when he even went and bought a ring, for Christ's sake—Sam realized he was running out of time. But now...now he was out of time. He had to talk to Blaine before he got a chance to be alone with Kurt. Or...no, he couldn't let Blaine talk to Kurt at all. It would be just like him to think a proposal in front of the whole glee club would be romantic. Maybe he would even think it would increase the likelihood of Kurt's accepting.

But obviously it was just a terrible, lose-lose plan no matter how you looked at it. If Kurt turned him down in front of everybody, Blaine would be crushed and humiliated. And if he didn't turn him down...then Blaine would marry Kurt.

This really sucked. He had nothing set up yet. It was all set up in his head—why the hell hadn't he started preparing yet? Because he thought he had time.

How rude would it be to sneak out now, in the middle of the ceremony? Pretty fucking rude, right? Maybe no one would notice because they were all watching the bride and groom? But, shit, even if that were likely, he had to keep an eye on Blaine, and there's no way he could convince Blaine to sneak out with him now.

Okay, just stay calm. He could grab Blaine the second the I-do's and whatnot were over. Blaine was standing right across from him, and not next to Kurt, thank God. This could still work. No, it would work, damn it. He would drag Blaine away by force if necessary. He couldn't force Blaine to not propose to Kurt, and he couldn't force him to give Sam a chance, but he could force him to listen at least.

He had realized he was falling for Blaine since...well, since he started that brief but memorable macaroni art kick. That had started while he was visiting his family in Kentucky one weekend, and Stacey showed him a macaroni art project she'd done at school. She was so excited and proud of it, but then Stevie said it was stupid. So to defend his little sister, he started doing a portrait to show that it wasn't stupid.

And he wasn't too far into the portrait when he began to recognize that it looked like Kurt. Why the hell was he making a portrait of Kurt? he wondered. His mother asked him the same thing a little while later, when she recognized it. "Oh, I thought it would be a nice gift for Mr. Hummel—you know, for letting me live at his house and everything," he said. But that wasn't it. It was probably just because he had been thinking about Kurt a lot lately.

It was when he asked himself why he'd been thinking about Kurt so much that the pieces started to fall into place. It had to be related to Blaine somehow, since he only ever thought of Kurt in relation to Blaine. Well, or when he came up in conversation at the Hudson-Hummels', which was only natural, but even then when someone said "Kurt" he immediately thought "Blaine." Blaine's ex.

He wasn't sure Blaine saw him as an ex, though. He seemed to see their relationship as on-again, off-again...possibly soon to be on-again again. (This suspicion on Sam's part obviously being confirmed by the proposal plan.) And this bothered Sam because...

Because Kurt and Blaine weren't meant for each other.

Because Blaine could do better.

Because Blaine could do...

Because Blaine could do Sam. Blaine could be with Sam.

He'd known for a while—for almost the whole year—that Blaine had a crush on him, that Blaine wanted to do him. It didn't really freak him out. It didn't even freak him out that much when thoughts would pop into his head about specific things Blaine might want to do to him, or have done by him. But if he was being honest with himself, which he was trying to do now, he'd have to admit that the occasional fleeting thoughts had turned a lot more frequent and...intense...as the year had gone on and their friendship had grown.

And the one thing that was holding him back from saying something to Blaine was that he didn't know if he was still in love with Kurt. Wait, no. Being honest. It wasn't the only thing holding him back. He was probably, on some level, still a little freaked out about being attracted to a dude. And maybe if he didn't do anything about it, it would just pass. So Kurt was a concern, but more than that, he was an excuse.

But how much of an actual threat was he?

Sam couldn't be sure. While he was mulling it over and working on the macaroni portrait, an idea occurred to him: He would show Blaine the portrait. Maybe his reaction would give something away.

It seemed like a brilliant idea to him at the time. But the more time he had to think about it, the dumber it seemed. Plus, Blaine would probably think it was weird that Sam had done a portrait—out of pasta, of all things—of his ex. (Yeah, ex.) Maybe he'd get the wrong idea and think that Sam somehow had a crush on Kurt.

So he had to make some more portraits—that would seem less weird. Blaine sprang to mind as his next potential subject. But then he thought that the two portraits, Blaine and Kurt, side by side, might give Blaine an even worse idea, namely, that Sam wanted to see them back together. So, no. Definitely not Blaine. No one else from real life really came to mind, so he ended up doing some random celebrities. Maybe he could sell them on eBay or something later.

He wished, now, that he had made one of Brittany. She would have appreciated it more than anyone—in many ways she got him more than anyone else. Plus she had been so awesome during this whole thing. She knew—Brittany was the only person Sam had told about his crush. It might seem like she would be the last person he would want to know, but...

Not a lot of people really got Brittany. Santana maybe. She hadn't tried to hide the fact that she was still in love with Santana while she was going out with Sam. It bothered him at first, as it would bother most guys. But he was in love with her, or he thought he was, so he was willing to give her time to get over Santana. He thought their Mayan apocalypse wedding would help.

It did help, but not in the way he expected. When the world didn't end and he still thought he was married to Brittany, he realized he wasn't actually in love with her, not the way he thought. He still loved her. But it was more like the way she loved him.

The minister was pronouncing Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury husband and wife. Sam hadn't been paying much attention—he actually thought he heard the guy call them "Wemma"—but now he had to focus. How the hell did it happen that Blaine was standing next to Kurt now? So he couldn't lose a single second. Everyone started clapping and Sam dashed over to Blaine.

"I need you to come with me right now!" Sam was whispering but emphatic.

"Sam...this isn't really a good time." Blaine glanced at Kurt, and...fuck, what was he hiding behind his back? It was the ring, it had to be the fucking ring.

"It has to be now. Trust me."

Blaine hesitated, glancing at Kurt, then at Sam, then back to Kurt.

"Blaine." Sam put his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I am being one hundred percent serious that you have to come with me right this minute. There is an extremely urgent Nightbird and Blond Chameleon mission that can't wait a single second."

Blaine seemed to be relenting. But he looked anxiously at his ex and protested, "But Kurt..."

Sam took Blaine by the hand and dragged across the room. "Tina, Blaine needs your help. Do not let Kurt leave this room under any circumstances. Tackle him if you need to."

"Okay?"

"No, don't say it like a question. If you can't promise I'll get Santana."

"All right, I promise. What—"

"Satisfied?" Sam asked Blaine. But he didn't wait for an answer before he pulled him into the hall and dragged him to the locker room.

"Okay, Sam. I'm coming with you. Now what's the mission that couldn't wait five minutes?"

"I can't tell you yet. I have to show you. But first we have to get in the time machine."

"Time machine!? Sam..." Blaine tried to pull away.

Sam just kept pulling him and didn't respond until they were inside the locker room, when he looked into Blaine's eyes again. "I know you trust me. So you know I wouldn't tell you this was important if it wasn't. Please don't run when I let go of your hand."

Sam let go; Blaine didn't try to leave, and he didn't say anything else about Kurt. He just looked at questioningly at Sam, who was busy building a sort of fort around him out of gym mats. "Is this the time machine?" he asked.

"Sorry it's so sloppy. I didn't have time to prepare in advance."

When Sam had finished constructing a four-walled structure of sorts he stood inside it with Blaine. He pushed some invisible buttons—not the actual mats, which would fall down—and went, "Beep beep boop boop beep."

"Where are we going, Blond Chameleon? Future or past?"

"Past. But only a few weeks. We have to...I have to fix something." He knocked down the walls of the time machine and went, "Psssh!" It was supposed to be a landing noise, or maybe a door-opening noise. "Here we are. Now, you say all the things you actually said, and I'll say the things I should have said the first time. Uh, we have to be our alter-egos, Blaine and Sam."

Blaine looked around. "I think it's safe to do that."

"Okay." Sam was nervous, but he'd gone too far to back out now. "So I'll start: Dude, put some pants on, I have to talk to you. I know you actually have pants on now, but just go with it."

Blaine mimed putting pants on and followed Sam to a more secluded part of the locker room.

"So, lately I've been fighting with a...not a sense of shame, but I guess a sense of confusion about something in my life. Okay, maybe it was a little bit of shame at first, but it's not now. And I've been waiting to let it out."

Blaine stared at him, apparently uncomprehendingly.

"Don't you remember what you said?"

"N-no. I don't think—"

"You asked if I had feelings for you."

"Oh. Right. That was really out of line—"

"Ask me again."

"Sam, it was so humiliating that I even asked you that once. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Don't make me go through it again."

"Ask me again. Please. I need to give you the answer I was too big a pussy to give you the first time."

Blaine took a deep breath. "Do you..." Sam didn't think he was ever going to say it. But he did, eventually, very softly. "Do you have feelings for me?"

"Yes."