Author's Note: I want to thank you for being patient with me as I got through this chapter. Life has a way of stopping you from writing when you're still in college. As a note,this is a sequel to "Still Fighting It." To read that fic, please visit my profile or go to blambabyblam dot tumblr dot com. I point this out because these characters in "Still Fighting It" and "Summer Symphony" were grown from the base characters of Blaine and Sam as we knew them in the first part of Season 2. Ryan Murphy and the creators of Glee have gone in a very different direction with many characters since the beginning of Season 2, so if you read this expecting Sam and Blaine to be like Sam and Blaine a la Season 4, you'll be disappointed. With that being said, enjoy…
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, their characters, setting, or plot. All of those belong to Ryan Murphy, FOX, and their affiliates.
Chapter 2 – The Party
Sam
Later that night I drove Blaine to Brittany's big summer kickoff party. I put my hand on the gear shift and Blaine interlaced his fingers with mine. It was those moments that made me regret fighting it for over a year. I still couldn't believe I wasted so much time. The list we made together was tucked safely away in my pocket, but it was still on my mind. Especially the curveball Blaine threw at me this afternoon. By the end of it though, we had a solid list of eight essential things we had to do before senior year started. Scrawled on the paper, it made it all much more real.
Go on a road trip.
Beat Assassin's Creed 2.
Throw a huge party.
"The first time"
Complete a movie marathon.
Spend a week at the lake house.
Ride rollercoasters until we throw up.
Write an original song.
It was a lot of fun to put together. I couldn't bring myself to write "have sex with my boyfriend" so I figured "the first time" would do. The movie marathon was something we planned over and over but never got around to. We'd always say "Let's have a Star Wars marathon" or "why don't we watch all the Indiana Jones movies?" but we never got around to it. I mean, I loved movies. I owned all of them, but we never watched them. I made Blaine promise on this one. That he would sit through all of them, Harry Potter, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Spiderman, Superman, and X-Men and any horror series we could get around to. He swore he would (unless Chucky the doll got under his skin) and I was gonna hold him to it. What really got me was number 7.
"Why don't we have one about rollercoasters?" he asked me in the sunroom that afternoon. "I mean, I bought you those tickets to Cedar Point on our first Christmas and you never got to use them. Why not go enjoy a day at a theme park?" I was shocked he remembered that. But on the other hand, it felt pretty good. I try not to get too mushy, but with Blaine, it was impossible. My boyfriend was a sweetheart and that was that.
On the way to the party, we agreed we'd keep the list a secret. "I just don't want anyone trying to get in on our thing," he explained. "You know how Rachel and Kurt get. I love them, but they turn everything into a project. I just want this to be our thing."
"I like the way you're talking Anderson," I replied teasingly with a squeeze of his hand. "I won't tell a soul." We drove in silence for a little while, before I took a deep breath. "You're quiet tonight," I said.
"Just thinking," he replied simply with a meh-kind-of-look on his face.
"About what?" I asked.
"How Iron Man would kick Captain America's ass any day." A smile spread wide across my face and I laughed sarcastically.
"Ah, you really want to play this game again?" I asked. "Because last time we had this argument you lost."
"That's because last time I had just had my wisdom teeth out and you decided to egg me on before the anesthesia wore off." I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, I know. That was great."
"Not funny," he replied stubbornly as I pulled to the curb in front of Brittany's house.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I mustered up a charming grin as I put the car in park.
"Yes, Sam, I'm sure."
"It wasn't even a little funny?" I asked again as I leaned over, practically jumping on top of him. "Laugh if you think it was funny," I said as I moved my hands to his side.
"No!" he snorted out as I began to tickle his ribs. "Sam! Stop!" But he couldn't hold the laughter in.
"I knew you thought it was funny. Tell me it was funny!" I teased him.
"Sam!" he screamed, barely getting words through all his laughing.
"Tell me!" I yelled back. He struggled to get his arms free from under me, but once he did, the retaliation began. He tried to tickle my sides, but every time he outstretched his arms, it just opened his own sides.
"Okay! Okay!" he said, barely able to breathe. "It was funny." In an instant, I stopped tickling him.
"I know," I said, smiling. There was a knock on the car window behind me and Kurt was peering in.
"You guys okay?" he asked, almost yelling through the window.
"Uh, yeah," I said, my face going red.
"Okay, cause it kind of looked like a mix between watching Thor and Oz. I wasn't sure whether it was you guys being superheroes again or prison rape." Blaine burst out in laughter. I finally opened the door. "Well that's a relief," Kurt added. "Your car certainly doesn't smell like prison rape."
"You familiar with that smell, Kurt?" I asked, locking the door behind me.
"Oh ha ha," he replied sarcastically. "I just wanted to be sure of your well-being."
"Thanks buddy," I told him before walking around to the other side of the car and up Brittany's driveway. Before we got there, I promised Blaine I would make sure he didn't make an ass out of himself, so I already knew I had to watch the drinking tonight. When we opened the door, I realized it wasn't going to be easy. The music hit us in waves as it blared out at us. There were at least seventy five people there, probably more. Brittany seemed to pop out of nowhere.
"Hey guys!" she said with a smile on her face and a red solo cup in her hand. "All my three gays at once. Looking good!" she exclaimed, holding the door open. "There's beer in the basement and make sure you don't go upstairs," she explained as we entered.
"Thanks Britt," Blaine said with a smile. She disappeared into the crowd of people just as fast as she appeared and I looked at Blaine and Kurt.
"Let's see what's going on downstairs," I suggested, noticing none of our friends were around. Blaine nodded, but Kurt just shrugged, not able to hear me over the speaker next to his ear. The three of us found the basement steps and I quickly realized there were even more people downstairs. From half way down the stairs, I could see over everyone and found a group of the glee clubbers sitting on the hearth of the fireplace. I waved to them and Quinn waved back, motioning for us to come over. We stopped and Blaine and I each got a beer, Kurt opting for the water bottle he brought with him, and made our way across the crowd.
"Hey you," Quinn said, getting up and giving me a hug. "We moved down here. It's quieter."
"I can't have my voice constantly strained like that," Rachel chimed in, sitting on the small raised brick hearth. Finn was sitting next to Rachel and Artie was facing the group in his chair. I nodded and Kurt sat on the other side of Rachel. It wasn't long before everyone felt nice and tipsy, laughing our asses off as we remembered Finn's almost suspension from Rocky Horror or Brittany throwing up on Rachel at the assembly.
"Okay sexy ladies and boys," said Brittany, coming over to our group which hadn't moved in two hours. "Time to spice things up. We're gonna play Never Have I Ever. This cup," she explained holding up a red solo cup with a big X sharpied on it, "has a little bit of every kind of alcohol in the house. The loser has to drink it all."
"I'm in!" shouted Artie instantly. "I'm on the brink of getting shitty and it's time to get pushed over the cliff."
"Not to mention we'll get to see who's a real bad boy and who's all talk," added Rachel as she leaned into Finn's mouth in an awkward attempt at being sexy.
"Alright, let's get into a circle," said Brittany sitting down on the floor with her legs crossed like circle time in Kindergarten. We all followed her lead and soon everyone had a hand up with five fingers out. "Blaine Warbler, you start and we'll go around the circle," she said. Blaine gave a goofy grin before his cheeks got red.
"Okay," he started. "Never have I ever," he said carrying out the last syllable as he thought. "Um, never have I ever failed a class." I narrowed my eyes at him playfully and put my thumb down. Everyone looked around and I saw I was joined by Brittany and Finn. I was next. I looked over at Blaine.
"Never have I ever stolen anything," I said quickly.
"That's not f –"
"Hey!" I said, interrupting Blaine. "Don't be a sore loser," I remarked jokingly. "We all know what happened."
"Rachel, you didn't put a thumb down," Quinn said with a devilish smile.
"I've never stolen anything."
"You stole Finn," she shot back. The whole crowd roared and Rachel reluctantly put a finger down before sticking her tongue out at Quinn.
"Blaine Warbler what did you steal?" asked Brittany, four fingers still raised.
"I…nothing," he said, shaking his head.
"No Blaine Warbler," I continued playfully, "tell us what you stole." He gave a sigh before speaking up reluctantly.
"I stole some dumb porn magazine from a bookstore when I was 13," he muttered.
"What kind of porn magazine, Blaine Warbler?" I asked, egging him on.
"It was straight porn. I thought I would try it out. Maybe it would turn me." Quinn laughed before giving him a big "awww." She leaned over me as the rest of them were laughing and gave him a hug around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry that didn't work out Blaine," she said through her laughter. "That is too adorable." I caught his eye from over Quinn's shoulder.
"I'm going to kill you," he mouthed quietly. I gave him a quick wink before Quinn went back to her seat.
"Okay, okay, my turn," she said in a giddy voice. "Never have I ever been black out drunk." We looked around and watched the fingers go down, including my own. The game continued and Brittany was next. Another finger went down when she exclaimed she never dyed her hair. I was screwed as both people who knew I had dyed my hair in the past were sitting on either side of me. Artie played dirty with "never have I ever walked into a party at Brittany's house" and everyone lost another finger. I was down to one and that cup of alcohol in the middle of our circle was looking even more disgusting than before. It wasn't so scary until there was only one finger separating me from drinking that cup. It wasn't any help that Rachel was the only other one down to one, but she got to ask the next question.
"Never have I ever had sex," she said sloppily. Saved. My finger stayed up. I instantly caught myself looking at Blaine's hand. It stayed the same at two fingers up. Quinn's finger went down as well as Brittany and Artie's. Finn reluctantly put a finger down and Rachel turned on him and went crazy. She was like Storm from X-Men putting all her wrath on him. There was a lot of screaming.
"You said you wouldn't tell anyone else!" she exclaimed.
"Everyone already knew, Santana told them!" he replied.
"You don't need to advertise you fucked her and not me!" she yelled back before getting up and stalking away. Brittany just turned around.
"Buzzkill," she said innocently. "Kurt, you're up." I looked around. It was down to me and Brittany.
"Never have I ever been a mom," Kurt said, giving Quinn a mischievous smile.
"Seriously Kurt?" asked Quinn. I couldn't tell whether she was offended or not. As she put a finger down and turned her hand to flip Kurt off with her last remaining finger, I knew she didn't find it funny. Before I noticed, Brittany was chugging the cup in the middle of the circle.
"Brittany, what are you doing?" I asked, instinctively pulling the cup of sludge away from her. "You still have a finger up."
"No I don't," she said, the gross mix running down her chin. "Kurt said he's never been a mom and I have. I lose." Everyone stopped and you could sense the tension as we waited for an explanation.
"Wait, what?" asked Quinn. "Honey, I've known you since we were kids, you've never been pregnant."
"I know, but I'm still a mom. Lord Tubbington, duh!" she said before taking the cup back from me and finishing it. "Excuse me, I need to go vomit." Artie wheeled after her.
"I'm going to check and make sure she's okay," he said. I laughed to see how fast he plowed through the crowd after her. These days, he was doing anything he could to get Brittany to date him again.
"Want to go outside?" asked Blaine. "Get some fresh air?" I nodded, getting up and holding out my hand to pull him to his feet.
"You coming, Quinn?" I asked. She shook her head, pulling out her cell phone and burying her head in the screen. I caught Kurt's eye and gave motioned to Quinn with that look that said "go apologize!" He moved toward her reluctantly as Blaine and I walked across the room and up the stairs to the main level and out onto her driveway.
The cool air hit my face and I instantly felt better. It wasn't like I drank a lot, only one beer. Blaine had downed two more than I had and I could tell it was throwing him off balance. But the basement was hot and the cool air outside felt great. "You feeling okay, babe?" I asked him, taking his hand in mine.
"I'm feeling great," he said with a smile. "It's summer, we're having fun and we're together, what could be better?" I laughed as he held onto my hand before spinning under my arm like we were dancing before spinning into my chest and holding on to me to keep from falling.
"Watch yourself," I said with a small laugh. His face was inches from mine and I could see he was drunk in his eyes. They struggled to focus on me, but at the same time, they felt very honest. I loved moments like that, where it was just him and me and nobody else. It was those moments where I knew I made the right decision. He leaned in closer and put his head on my shoulder and swinging his arm around my waist.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied. It was definitely one of those moments. I knew I chose right.