Sam knocked on his window. Blaine's eye landed on him, taking in his bloodshot eye and tear streaked face. He went over to the window and let Sam climb in. "What's wrong Sam?"

Sam held on to Blaine, as if to keep himself from falling to the floor. He buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, shaking violently.

"It's okay Sam," Blaine cooed. He wrapped his arms around his best friend. "Whatever it is, it's okay."

Gradually, Sam loosened his grip on Blaine, and his shaking stopped soon after. He let go and took a step back. "My mom loves Kitty more than she loves me," he whispered.

"Why do you thin that Sam," Blaine wondered.

"Because she spends more time with her, and stuff."

"She doesn't love you any less than she loves Kitty. I promise." Blaine told him matter-of-factly.

"How do you know?"

"Your mom and my mom were talking the other day, and I heard her saying how much she loved you and Kitty. She was telling my mom how proud she was of you as well. I promise you that she doesn't love you less than Kitty, okay?"

"Okay Blaine." A small smile appeared on his face. "I believe you."

"Want to go ask my mom if she'll help us make cookies? They always cheer me up when I'm sad. You can even spend the night, and we can watch The Incredibles."

"I like this plan," Sam replied enthusiastically. "I'll race you." He took off running out of the room.

"Hey! No fair," Blaine called, running after him.