A/N:

So, after my first "one shot", I started to enjoy writing in the Glee universe.

This is a follow-up to "Chap Stick". Not sure where this will lead, but let's see.

Blaine is confused after the previous evening's "episode" where Sam kissed him before revealing that he loves Blaine…

I do not own the characters or anything to do with Glee.

***GLEE***

Why do I feel this way? Yes, lack of sleep can make one's mind work in different ways, but I am not convinced that one night of restless sleep could make my mind go all scrambled.

Yes, I was awake most of last night, still tasting Sam on my lips. Can't stop thinking about what he'd told me. About his childhood friend, Dylan, and the love Sam felt for him. Then, there was the big shocker, the revelation that Sam loved me, Blaine Anderson.

Ugh! Why didn't Sam realize this before… before I bought the ring… before I proposed to Kurt. And Kurt, I feel horrible. I love Kurt, I really do. I didn't cheat on him, but I allowed Sam to kiss me. Well, technically it was only a peck on the cheek, but still… there was feelings and emotions. And, if it wasn't a big deal, I wouldn't mind telling Kurt about it, but, I can't.

I haven't seen Sam since he left my house last night. Right after he told me that he loved me, he stood up and walked out the door, down the stairs and out the front door. I didn't stop him or ask him to stay, I couldn't, I was too shocked to move, let alone speak or comprehend the things he told me.

So, to clear my mind, I am dancing to the music in my head in the choir room, before the others arrive for Glee practice.

I'm not really thinking about the way I'm dancing, I'm just dancing to try and forget… forget the guilt I'm feeling, forget about Sam's confession, forget about the fact that I wished Sam would have spoken sooner. If he did, I might not have proposed to Kurt. I would not have felt this guilty.

"… on the stage? She was giving it her all." I only heard half the conversation when Jake and Marley walked into the choir room first. "Yes," Marley replied "but I'm not sure that that performance was a good reflection on her upbringing. Just think about how her father must have felt when he saw her and Robin going at it on stage. If she'd been…"

"Hey Jake. Are we still on for this afternoon?" Bree started talking as if Marley didn't exist. "You promised to show me that move after school."

Trying to ignore the fact that other people also had problems, I tuned out of that conversation (although I saw in Marley's eyes the hurt and betrayal I've once seen on Kurt's face) and focused on the next group to enter the choir room. Tina, followed by Kitty and Artie.

I walked up to Tina with my mind made up that I needed to talk to someone, and even though she might not be the best choice, she is the only person at McKinley that I can talk to, other than Sam.

"Tina, we need to talk."

"Oh, Blaine" she replied, shocked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to film you, but you looked so focused and poised that I couldn't help. I promise not to show it to anyone."

"Show what to whom?" I didn't see Sam walk in, and now he was standing opposite me, smiling at me in an apologetic manner.

"The video I've taken of Blaine dancing before we walked into the choir room."

"Wait, what? You recorded me dancing? That was a private moment Tina!" I couldn't believe she'd do that to me. "Delete the recording, right now, Tina Cohen-Chang!"

The situation was turning into a circus. "No, show us the recording, please Tina… Blaine?" Unique prompted.

"Yes, Unique is right." Mr. Schue said from nowhere. "We are competing against Throat Explosion. They are fierce. They are united."

"But mister Schue, what does my private dance have to do with Regional's OR Throat Explosion?" Why is everybody in my face about an illegal recording of a private moment?

"Because, Blaine, sharing amongst ourselves the things we are uncomfortable to share, will bring us closer, unite us. Bring us out of our comfort zones. Class, take a seat. Tina, please share the video with us."

"No, mister Schue" Sam was almost shouting. "Blaine has the right to his privacy, and Blaine has the right to decide whether or when he wants to share anything with anybody. We cannot exploit Blaine's privacy for the sake of unity."

Silence. Nobody said a word. Mr. Schue was looking at Sam, Tina was looking at Mr. Schue, Unique turned around and took a seat next to Marley (who seemed to be crying) and Sam, Sam was looking at me. I knew that Sam understood how I felt. Sam shared something with me last night that he wouldn't be comfortable sharing with anyone else. I realized in that moment that I could not talk to Tina, or anyone else about what happened last night, unless Sam felt comfortable.

***GLEE***

"Blaine, wait up" Sam was running after me. We'd just left the choir room and the end of the day meant that I could go back home and think in the safety of my own room.

"Blaine, please, stop!"

I did. As soon as Sam reached me from behind, he put his hand on my shoulder. "Dude, are you okay? We need to talk."

"No Sam, I can't. Not right now. Please let me be. I need to sort things out in my mind." I was about to start walking again, but Sam tightened the grip on my shoulder and half forced me to turn around to face him. I had to look up to meet his eyes. His beautiful green eyes where looking at me with something between hurt, longing and… love?

"Blainy, I am sorry about last night. I shouldn't have told you how I felt. I was selfish, thinking only about my own feelings, ignoring the fact that I might hurt or confuse you."

"Why did you, Sam? Why did you have to tell me? Why only now?" I felt the tears escape from my eyes. Why did I have to be such an emotional wreck?

"What do you mean, "Why only now"?" Sam's expression change to one of confusion. "Would you have preferred me to mention this to you earlier?"

"Yes Sam, I would, thank you! I would have had choices, given thought before I made rash decisions. But now… now it's too late. Too late to change direction. I am on this path now, and I don't know whether I want to be on it anymore. I love… I love Kurt. He deserves to be loved. He is the sweetest, most honest and humble person. He is my fiancé and… and now…" I couldn't control my voice any longer. I placed my hands over my face and started sobbing.

I felt Sam's arms cover my shaking body. He pulled me to his chest and let me cry into his warm, hard body.

I don't know how long we stood like this. All I know is that I felt safe. Confused. But safe. Sam made me feel safe. But I shouldn't feel like this. Kurt should make me feel safe. But Kurt wasn't here. Why do I feel so lost?

"Come, I'll take you home." Sam said and released me. We walked in silence to the car park. I got into the passenger side of his car and we drove in silence. Somewhere during the drive home, Sam must have placed his hand on my leg. I only noticed when we stopped in front of my house.

Sam killed the engine and looked at me from the driver's seat. "Do you want me to come in?"

I didn't answer; to afraid I'd start crying again. I just nodded.

We walked to the kitchen and I switched on the coffee machine.

Sam took a seat at the kitchen table and watched as I prepare the coffee. "Blainy, I am really sorry. I never intended to cause you this much pain and confusion. I wasn't thinking. Well, actually, I was thinking only about myself."

I placed his coffee on the table in front of him and leaned against the counter, taking a sip from my cup. "Sam, I'm sorry about my breakdown earlier. It's all just so confusing. You knew about my "crush" on you, and you blew me off, in the sweetest way possible, but you still blew me off. I made the decision to get over you. I really had to work hard to get over my crush. I did, even though I still felt warm and fuzzy around you. I made amends with Kurt. We got back together, engaged, mind you. You helped me plan my engagement. You stood by me and encouraged me.

"Then, out of the blue, you tell me that you loved me. Sam, how did you think I'd react?"

Sam didn't look up at me. He stared at his coffee, expressionless.

"Blaine, yesterday, after our Applause performance, when we hugged, and you said it was the Chap Stick, I knew you had to cover up for what I really felt. In my mind, I laughed it off and felt a bit flattered. But, the more I thought about it, I realized that I had secretly enjoyed feeling what I did. That's when I made the connection between my feelings for you and the feelings I had for Dylan. I used to be the one who got, uhm, you know? when I was close to him. I didn't understand then, but last night it all started to make sense to me.

"It was then that I recalled the pain it caused me when I had to leave Dylan behind. It broke my heart to think that soon I'll feel the same pain. I thought that if I told you how I felt about you, it might ease the fear of getting hurt again when eventually we had to leave each other and go our own ways. But I was wrong, and I know it now. It didn't ease anything. In fact, it made it worse, for both of us."

I felt bad for my earlier "breakdown". All the things I said to Sam. Now I understood why Sam did it. Looking at him, sitting at the table, still staring at his coffee, I knew that the things said between us can never be un-said. I had to say something to try and mend our broken friendship.

"What do we do now? We know things we didn't know two days ago. Things have changed. We have changed. The way we see each other have changed. My feelings for Kurt have changed."

Sam shot out of his chair and crossed the floor in a second, standing in front of me again, holding me by my shoulders. "No, don't say that. Blaine, you cannot let this change your feelings for Kurt. I would never forgive myself. Kurt doesn't deserve this."

"Deserve what?"

Both mine and Sam's heads shot up to look at the figure standing in the kitchen door. Kurt had a look of bewilderedness, and I imagine we had the same look on our faces.

"Kurt! Honey, what are you doing here?"

***GLEE***