My dear friends, I'm SO glad some people are still reading this lame sequel story that I just can't get enough of! And I love how you enjoy getting your Blam heart broken (and then fixed) so let's see what I can do for you... :-D

Chapter 2


Brown wasn't even an university of the arts. They had a Glee club, though, and Blaine and his fellow students were sitting in the choir room (with its high walls it reminded Baine a bit of Dalton) with them and discussed the programme of their experience-week since one hour already. They hadn't checked in a hotel or gotten a break, they've come straight here and Blaine had a feeling that the up-coming week wouldn't get any less exhausting.

His head was hurting like hell. He drank from his water bottle, tried to keep up with the discussion and not fall asleep while all he wished for was an aspirin and a bed.

There was a girl who reminded Blaine of Tina, except that she wore more make-up and had a louder voice and more demands than Tina had ever dared to utter, which really meant something.

"You are our guests so you don't really have a say in the programme", she informed the unofficial NYADA leader Kenzie.

Of course their teacher had just shoved them into the room and then gone to drink a caffee or talk movies or whatever teachers did when they had gotten rid of their students.

"We are your guests, exactly", Kenzie said. "We came here to give the best we can do and create a fantastic performance. I think it's only fair when you consider our suggestions for the songs we'll sing."

The Brownies gathered in a circle and whispered among each other. Kenzie on the other hand just winked at his team and then calmly got out his phone.

Blaine didn't really care what they would sing. He prayed that he had locked the apartment and not done something stupid like giving Sebastian a spare key. He also hadn't talked to Sam yet and was looking forward to doing that in the evening.

Finally they all agreed on a set list and took an official break. Blaine went to one of the huge windows and got out his phone but before he could check for texts someone adressed him.

"Are you actually ignoring me, Blaine Devon Anderson?"

Surprised of the use of his middle name Blaine looked up. The leader girl from Brown stood there, arms crossed and eyebows lifted and Blaine squinted his tired eyes.

"Tina…? Is it really you? I thought… I mean you look different…"

"Oh, come here, you!"

She pulled him in an abrupt hug. Blaine patted her back, trying to think back of the last time they had met. Hadn't they parted on not the best terms…?

"We haven't seen each other in so long! You need to tell me everything! Are you living in New York now? Oh, oh, are you back together with Kurt?"

She clabbed her hands and grabbed his arm, checking out his engagement ring.

"Oh! Again? Blaine!" Tina giggled and playfully hit his shoulder.

Blaine refused to put away his phone so his fingers remained clasped around it.

"When's the wedding? Are you already thinking about children?"

"No, Tina, don't be ridiculous", Blaine said. "We've hardly enough time to…"

"Oh, I will show you around Brown. You will meet all of my friends! I'm in a fraternity, isn't that great?"

"Yeah, that's…"

"Ooooh, I've missed you. It's so good to see you." And she hugged him again.

Then the break was over and Blaine had to get back to his group. He took one minute though to send a quick text.

To Sam: crazy coincident, met Tina here! Flight was good, I miss you! Talk tonight? xxx


"So you're saying you went to college because Marley said you should."

"No, that's not…"

"I just call her and ask her about my life and I will be a happy man."

"No, Sam, listen…"

"Sounds easy, yeah, thanks for the advice, dude!" Sam patted Finn's shoulder and got out his phone. Before he could look up Marley's number, though, he saw that he had a text from Blaine. While he read it Sam felt his jaw dropping to the earth.

"Tina? What? No!"

He quickly tipped: hope u don't talk to her ok miss u 2 yes we can

"What about Tina?" Finn asked.

They were sitting in the college cafeteria now, drinking non-alcoholic beverages and Finn had spread his college notes in front of them to show Sam what it was to actually do things for school. The cafeteria was mainly white and grey, and the students here talked quietly about their own business. From the big windows came enough light so that they didn't have to turn on the arctificial lights yet.

"Blaine met her in Brown."

"How is she?"

"No, that's not what we want to know."

"Why not?"

Sam took a deep breath and told his friend all about senior year. How Tina and Kitty had tried to destroy him and Blaine, and then even gotten away with it.

"Mh", Finn said when the story was finished.

"What?"

"No, it's just…"

Sam crossed his arms. "Go on, wise man, what's your opinion?"

Finn sighed and leaned back. "Okay, look. You were pretty insecure back then, about how Blaine feelt for you and everything, and now you're not anymore, right? I mean, maybe holding a grudge won't help you there. Just let it go, and let her be friends with Blaine, and nothing bad will happen."

Sam stared at Finn. The same Finn he had dueled with for girls and football positions and they had partnered up in 'let's-not-study-but-do-something-useless' more often than Sam could count. That very same Finn now gave out grown-up advise, one after the other. Okay, one could argue how mature the threesome-advice was but still… What had happened?

"So being in college actually changes you?" Sam asked. He glanced at the files and papers on the table and a sudden urge shot up to live like that. To be on a way to something, to give everything so in the end he had achieved something meaningful. He once had wanted to go to college but then things had happened and Sam had given up on it without being aware of it.

He wanted to go to college. Oh my God.

"Uhm, Sam?" A waggling hand appeared in front of his eyes. Sam pushed it away.

"Do you… do you think I could be like you?"

"No, man, nobody can. There's only one Finn Hudson in the whole wide world."

"Dumbass! I mean go to college, study without the worst headaches ever and… like… do something with my life?"

"Of course you can."

"But I'm dyslexic."

"So? Ryder is, too, and he got in."

"Got in? Got in to what?" Sam got out his phone and cursed himself for not having checked in with all of his friends regurlarly.

"He and Marley just have started here", Finn said. "Didn't you know?"

"Oh, they finished High School now, too. Man, time flies!"

Sam bit his lip and stared at the notes again. Would he be able to do it, for real? Sure they had turtoring for people with learning disabilities… he could ask Ryder to help him study and… Sam even had an essay ready. Back in High School when he had thought about going to college and had worried he wouldn't make it Blaine had produced a video where everybody from Glee club had said good stuff about Sam. Oh, that had been such a nice gesture, so sweet and cute and…

"Best boyfriend ever", Sam mumbled.

"So, are you trying? As far as I know the move-up procedure for scholarships is still running."

Sam sat up. "Wait, really? For this year, like, for now?"

Finn nodded.

"Yes, okay, let's do it!" Sam didn't need to think about it. He had come to Finn to find his mission in life and that was it! Oh wow, how easy it was!

"What are you going to study then?" Finn asked.

Mh, maybe not that easy.


It had been the most exhausting day – was it only this morning that Blaine had arrived here? – and he finally fell into bed at nine p.m. His bag was still packed on the floor because really, Blaine didn't have the energy to unpack now.

Of course they had been given rooms to share so he wasn't alone but Gerry was a nice quiet guy who wouldn't bother Blaine. Also, he had made the mistake and exchanged numbers with Tina and now his phone was constantly buzzing with her texts. Somehow it didn't feel as good as it had felt in High School when she had been his comfort right after he and Kurt had broken up for the… second or third time? Blaine had to admit that she could be pretty annoying. So he just ignored her (for now) and called Sam.

"Babe, guess what!" Sam answered his phone.

"Mh, don't know…" Blaine mumbled, nose burried in the newly washed pillow. Why didn't it smell like Sam? He turned and faced the wall.

"I have found my mission in life! I told you, Finn would help me!"

"Oh, great."

"He told me all about his studies and that it was a general thing to get a teacher license and he can specify on subjects after the second year and isn't that perfect? I don't even have to choose for now. We already filled out an application…"

Blaine's dizziness vanished and he jerked up. "Wait, what?"

"I know, fantastic, isn't it?"

"You applied to what? The college Finn is going to?"

"Yes."

"In Lima?"

"Don't worry, we can totally pull the long distance thing, remember?"

Blaine massaged his temple while his heart fell down, down, and hit the ground.

"We did it for three months and it was terrible. Now we're talking about three years, Sam."

Hot tears came up, too. Sam had applied without even asking Blaine? Without hesitating a minute, without thinking about what it would mean for them? How could he do this?

"You will have to move, and I will have to find a new roommate", Blaine said, blinking frantically.

"I…"

"You will have a life there and I here", Blaine said.

"We'll see each other all the time!"

"How so? It's an eight hour car ride."

"It's… I… haven't quite made out the details…"

"We could just as well break up."

Blaine bit his lip, shit. "I didn't…"

"Why do you have to be so melodramatic? Why can't you just be happy for me?" Sam said. "I have found something I want to do, and I have a chance of doing it. Not for money but something that means a lot to me."

"I thought you didn't want to go to college."

"I once did but I thought I couldn't do it. You even made a video for me, remember? But then I thought about how I would have to study and I'm too dumb for that and I didn't apply, and then my father gave me a job, and then I thought money can be made easier and I wanted to be with you so bad…" Sam took a deep breath.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I need to think of myself once in a while."

"There are colleges in New York as well."

Blaine rubbed over his eyes and didn't dare to look over to Gerry, and he managed not to sub while he waited for Sam's answer.

"It's just… I have friends here and…"

"And you don't have friends in New York?" Blaine said. "Did you even once stop to think about us?"

"Blaine, please…"

"Well, have fun thinking about yourself then." Blaine interrupted the conversation, switched off his phone and threw himself onto the bed, letting his tears run freely.


Tuesday, September 29th, 32 days until Halloween


Daylight crept into the room around seven. Sam got up and pulled open the curtains, staring out at the familiar street. The leaves of the trees were yellow, and Mrs Schmitz from the house opposite walked her retriver down the road.

Sam had thought he'd never ever sleep in this room again yet here he was. It hadn't even changed much. The shelf with all those games he had stolen from Finn was there; the DVDs from downstairs that he had sworn himself to once bring back to the living room and his old school books.

Mr and Mrs Hummel-Hudson had actually been happy to see him and let him use the guest room again, they had even referred to it as 'his' room.

They also had been happy for his decision to go to college and offered him to stay with them, since the dorm rooms were no place for 'a boy like him'. (Whatever that meant.) Finn was visiting here very often, too, so it wasn't the worst idea.

Except that Blaine would hate Sam if he went to live in Lima.

"Seriously, I thought he would support me, he never has done anything but", Sam said as he went into Finn's room. The boy was still lying in bed so Sam went to open his curtains and let the autumn sun in.

"I mean lately we've barely seen each other anyway", Sam went on. He sat down on Finn's bed and shook he sleeping boy.

"So what's the matter if we see each other only on the weekends? It's not like things have been different in the last weeks."

"How late?"

"His career is important but mine isn't?"

Finn pulled the blanket over his head.

"Finally I found something, you know, so you would think…"

"Five more minutes, okay?"

"I do have to care about my education! Why is he making me feel bad for that?"

"Give him time" Finn mumbled.

Sam shook his head and got up. In the kitchen he took milk out of the fridge and drank it while looking out of the window.

"Maybe it's the stress of having seen Tina", he said.

"What are you mumbling over there?" Burt asked. He was sitting on the table, reading the news paper and eating a sandwich with green leaves on it.

"Okay, look. I have told Blaine about my mission in life and all he does is being angry and hanging up on me!" Sam complained. He turned to Burt and waited for comforting words like 'Blaine has always been one of the slow ones but he'll get to it'.

Burt said nothing the like.

"You told him on the phone that you want to move a thousand miles away from him? Are you nuts?"

"Uhm…" Sam scratched his head.

"A few months ago I got an invitation to your wedding, and then the note telling me it was moved up for an unspecific amount of time but I should keep my agenda clear because 'it could happen any minute now'. How would you have reacted if he had told you out of the blue that he would move to Canada for a few years because he's got a role in a play there?"

"Canada? Why Canada?"

"Not the point, Sam."

Sam sat down opposite to Burt and thought about it. "Honestly, Mr HH, I would have said I'll come with him then."

"So you expect Blaine to cancel his NYADA engagement and move back home so you can go to college here?"

"Uh, no, not exactly… I mean… We can see each other on the weekends."

Burt raised his eyebrows.

"We can meet up in the middle!" Sam said. "So everybody has only four hours to drive."

Sam stared at the table. Blaine didn't even own a car. Damn, he really hadn't thougt it through. Of course long distance wasn't the best thing there was – Sam remembered very well how painful it had been last year – but what else could they do?

Sam buried his face in his hands. What on earth was he thinking? It would kill him to be away from Blaine, and the other way round. And there he was, calling Blaine to present him facts instead of asking if it was possible to somehow make it.

"Shiiit, I'm such an ass", he said, one hand on his forehead while resting the ellbow on the table.

"Just call him and…"

"Do you even know Blaine? He'll be pouting and not answering my calls the whole day, maybe even week! No, there's only one way to go at it."

Sam jumped up, threw a hurried "thank you" at Burt and ran up the stairs. Luckily he hadn't unpacked his bag yet.


Six hours later Sam took a deep breath of the rainy air as he stepped outside the building. Lord bless modern technology, he thought and went straight to an arriving cab. If it wasn't for it he'd still be in Ohio, crying over his own stupidness.

"Come on, hurry", Sam told the old woman and her little grand-daughter who got out of the cab. As soon as they were out he got in and impatiently waited for the driver to finish unloading the trunk.

It took him one hour to do so, seriously.

"Well, well. Ain't it a rainy day", the driver said as he got in and closed the car door.

"Brown University, fast!" Sam ordered him. Yet the driver didn't start the car. He put his hands on the wheel and turned around to Sam.

"Bit in a hurry, are we?"

"Yes! So…" Sam gestured to get it on. Stupid driver chuckled before he finally did. And when he did…

"Stop!" Sam called. The driver turned around again, even though he kept driving.

"What?"

"There is a flower store. I have to buy some roses!"

"Oh, need to apologize to someone special?"

"How do you know that?"

"I have a seventh sense. Relax. I bring you to a good store."

"But no extra turns! I need to get to Brown very quickly okay?"

"Sure, sure."


One hour later Sam arrived at the gates of the precious university. He had his backpack thrown over his shoulder and a bouquet of red roses in the other hand as he walked up to the info stand.

"Where is the choir room for the Glee club?" he asked the girl behind the counter.

"We don't have a Glee club" she said with a bored voice and without looking up from her computer.

Sam froze. Had he understood something wrong and Blaine had gone to another university? Here he was, literally thousands of miles away from home, and he was wrong. Disaster had stroken. The gods had forsaken him. His whole life might depend on this very moment and he had srewed it up so badly his non-existing grandchildren would… well not exist because of this stupid, incapable, totally chaotic brain of his. His wedding would go down in pieces. His heart would…

"We have, however, the well choreographed dancing and singing group 'Bells All Over Town'!" She turned around in her chair and threw a pamphlet in front of Sam.

"Are you alright? You look somewhat pale. Oh, lovely!" She eyed the roses while Sam started at her, trying to find his heart beat again.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not funny!" Sam took the pamphlet, ignored all questions about the roses and went away as quickly as he could.

Thankfully he found the room after a few minutes, since it was signposted and on the ground level. When he stood in front of the door he heard music and singing and thought it was the best idea to just wait outside until they were done. It was seven pm, surely they would finish soon. So he went to the panorama windows and sat down on the sill.

Another hour later he started worrying about the roses. Sure, everybody who passed by thought they were really nice but they didn't have water and surely would wither soon. Why didn't the not-Glee-club take a break? And what if Sam sat here waiting and Blaine was somewhere else? This would be so stupid.

Just then the door opened. A boy squeezed himself through the door and immediatey shut it behind him, holding a phone to his ear.

Sam jumped up and was lucky enough to catch the boy's eyes. He said "hang on" into the phone and then pressed it against his chest.

"Is Blaine Anderson in there?" Sam asked.

"There are a lot of people in there."

"He's from New York, NYADA, and only arrived today."

"Sounds like you're lucky, then", the boy said, and like they all did sooner or later looked at the roses.

"Oh, thank God!" Sam exclaimed. He was right. The torture would end any minute now.

"You gonna walk in there like that?" the boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uhm… You mean… should I sing or what?"

The boy looked astonished at Sam. He had red hair and freckles, and additionally his face was all red and glittering from exhaustion.

"Are you Sam?"

Sam squinted his eyes. Should he give up his identity or was this some sort of prank?

"Let me call you back", the boy said into the phone, then he put it away and reached out his hand to Sam.

"Hi, I'm Gerry."

"Yeah, okay, hi Gerry, I kind of need to speak to Blaine now." Sam quickly shook the hand and then gestured to the door.

"You know, a dramatic intrance with singing, dancing and begging for forgiveness on your knees would be pretty spectacular", Gerry said.

"Sure sounds like it. Can I… now?" Sam pointed at the door again.

Gerry eyed Sam from top to toe.

"What's your plan for getting attention in this room full of people?"

"Don't have a plan, I just…"

"That's what I thought. Come with me, come on."

Gerry walked to the right and Sam was left standing in front of the door. But he didn't go in. Instead, he looked at the mysterious boy, who waved him to come to the next door.


Blaine had known that NYADA courses weren't exactly the easiest, far from, but the answer his teacher had given him to his request to take an early evening due to personal issues had still had shocked him.

"Who died? Oh wait, I don't care! As long as you're not having a heart attack yourself you're not excused from this programme. And maybe not even then", she had said in a seriousness voice that made Blaine think of Sue Sylvester, before she had given out energy bars and reminded everybody that only those and water were needed to survive the next days.

But Blaine didn't have any energy despite those bars. His legs felt heavy like lead, as did his heart and stomach, and every move was as hard as getting up on a Monday morning when you hadn't slept. All he could think of was Sam's newest idea. It would mean the end of them, he wasn't exaggerating, it would. No couple could survive long distance for three years!

It didn't help that Tina was on his heels, hinting that she wanted to speak to him in private as soon as possible.

"Whatever it is, it has to wait", Blaine said as she approached him for the hundreds time in between songs when they only had seconds to drink some water.

"It can't wait, as soon as you know what it is you will agree", Tina said. "Just promise me we'll meet up as soon as today's rehearsal ends."

"Okay. Sure. I promise", Blaine panted. He drank much needed room-temperatured water and looked outside the window; outside it was dark already. The clock showed that it was nine, so it could only last a few more hours before they were dismissed.

Well, no one ever said this would be easy.

"Time to get going again!" Tina clapped her hands and walked around the room to motivate her fellow students.

Blaine stretched his right arm and yawned. Well, then.

"Sorry, change of plan."

Everbody looked to the stage where Gerry had taken a micro.

"It's not going to take long, I promise, and it will contribute to our musical explanation", he said, hesistantly looking at Mrs. Roth. The teacher however was still pulling Steve to pieces. Tina on the other hand crossed her arms and started to speak. Her voice was drowned by guitar music though.

And then a voice… that sounded just like Sam's. Blaine couldn't help himself, he got enchanted and looked at the stage, where a curtain hid the view to the backstage area. The curtain was rustling, and a singer with a guitar in his hands came out on the stage.

It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It's getting better baby
No one can better this

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you

The one thing I'm sure of
Is the way we make love
The one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you

(Bryan Adams, Please Forgive Me)

"Great, now I'm hallucinating", Blaine mumbled to himself. Because he saw Sam there, here, singing to him.

The song ended and most of the people applauded. Mrs Roth of course didn't. She rushed at the stage and grasped Sam's arm.

"How do you dare…"

"I'm sorry, Blaine", Sam called.

"Who even are you? Out of my room, now!" Mrs Roth pulled him off the stage, and that was when Blaine's legs finally set into motion. He rushed through the students and reached his teacher and boyfriend, throwing himself at the latter and hugging him tightly. It was Sam! Here, in Brown! And he smelled sooo good, fresh like rain and homely warm and Blaine didn't even remember anymore why he was mad at him.

"I'm sorry that I…" Sam started but Mrs Roth voice was louder.

"Anderson! This is your doing! You know that you are not allowed to bring in your friends or relatives, it is strongly forbidden. You hereby are expelled from this course. Go pack your stuff, you leave tomorrow."

"Wait a minute now, Misses!" Sam said. "Blaine has nothing to do with it, I came here on my own."

Mrs. Roth came closer, one step, two steps, staring at Sam and not stopping until she could breathe into his face.

"What did you call me?"

"Uhm, uh, professor?"

"OUT! Both of you!"

"No! No, you can't turn my great romantic gesture into the thing that got Blaine kicked out of his important school programme!" Sam cried as Mrs Roth opened the doors and shoved him outside. Blaine was clever enough to follow, and with a loud bang the doors shut and he stood there in the empty, artifically lighted hallway.


Coming up next Friday: Will Blaine find a way to get back into the programme? And what is Tina trying to tell him, anyway? Also we will finally meet Martina and Cooper's baby, yey! :-)