Blaine took a deep breath. He had to do this. He knew that he had to do this. He had to get it over with. Rip the band aid off before he became too attached to Sam, right? Because a zero tolerance no bullying policy didn't extend to friendships ending because of a past that finally became revealed.

He wasn't ready for this. He had to turn around. But he was already so close. He was pacing in front of Sam's dorm room door. It wasn't opened as promised but he knew that it was just an expression. Blaine knew that if he were to knock on the door at that instant, Sam would open it up and invite him in. And then Blaine could tell Sam everything about his past. And then Sam could throw him out of the room and say that he wasn't allowed back in.

It was that simple.

The thought of possible acceptance didn't cross Blaine's mind. It wasn't going to go that way. He knew it from the start.

The curly haired boy was pacing in front of the door to Sam's room when he heard a creek coming from it. His head turned slightly towards it, just in time to see Sam's head pop out and back in and then the door opening fully. Sam gave a happy smile and gestured to Blaine to enter the room.

Blaine's feet stopped in their place and refused to move as if they were glued to the floor. 'Go, Blaine. Go. You can do it,' he silently told himself. One of his feet lifted up less than an inch before going back down on the floor.

"Blaine!" Sam yelled out excitedly. He grinned. "I was just about to watch The Dark Knight. Have you seen it?"

"No, is it good?" Blaine asked, taking a step towards the open door that Sam was backing away out of.

Sam nodded his head, his blonde hair getting in his eyes and forcing him to shake his head to get it out. "Come on!" He closed the distance between the two and pulled on Blaine's hand to drag him in to the room. Blaine let out a small smile and let himself be dragged in.

When Sam pushed Blaine on to the bed to sit down, Blaine looked up uncomfortably. Sam didn't seem to notice so Blaine let himself sit there on the edge with Sam sitting against the headboard. When Sam urged Blaine to sit further back, Blaine did so with minimum hesitation. But when Sam leaned forwards towards the end of the movie when it was Rachel's last scene and whispered in to Blaine's ear "Isn't she so hot?" with a grin, Blaine squirmed.

"I'm gay," he muttered. His voice was barely able to be heard by himself so when, out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam shrug his shoulders, he couldn't help but wonder if Sam had some sort of super hearing ability that he never mentioned before. He was about to get mad at Sam for not mentioning it before when he realized that hey! He had just outted himself and he wasn't being asked (read: forced) to leave the room, or at least off of the bed.

"Hmm…" Sam's voice said with a mixture of amusement and sternness. Blaine gulped. This was the moment he was waiting for - the big 'out or else' moment. "Alright. Is Bruce Wayne hot then?"

Blaine's head swung around in disbelief to look at Sam. The movie still played on the television in front of both of them but it was obvious that neither of them was paying any attention to it. The sound that it had been making turned in to purely background noise as the two stared at each other. Sam was waiting for an answer and Blaine was unsure of what to say. He'd never met someone who didn't make a big fuss about his gayness.

Blaine ran his hand through his curls and bit his lip. "Yes," he murmured.

Sam once again shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the movie as if nothing had happened. Blaine, however, refused to let his eyes leave Sam. He was waiting for something – the eruption, the yelling, the telling off, the "go to hell", the "get out", and the word "fag" to be thrown freely at him.

As the ending credits rolled on the TV, Sam pressed the power button on the remote to turn it off and looked over at the boy who hadn't stopped staring at him. "Is there something in my teeth?" Sam joked, opening his mouth to show off his teeth.

A shake of the head from Blaine told him otherwise.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sam dropped the remote on the bed and crawled in front of Blaine to sit down cross legged in front of Blaine on the bed so that their knees hit.

Blaine shook his head once again to tell Sam that he had done nothing wrong. This shake was subtle and light, just barely there. The curls on the top of his head barely moved. His eyes stayed focused on Sam's arms, refusing to look at the other boy's face for fear of looking in his eyes. If he learned one thing in all of his 'adventures', it was that looking in someone's eyes was usually a bad thing.

Sam urged his knees forwards so they pushed on Blaine's slightly. "Say something?" he asked quietly. Sorrow was in his tone. "Tell me what I did. I promise. I won't do it again." He held up his right hand until it was next to his head and the palm faced outwards towards Blaine. "Scouts honor." He grinned once more.

A small smile showed up on Blaine's lips. Cautiously, he reached forwards and pushed down the hand that Sam was holding up. "I never was a boy scout," he admitted wearily.

The blonde boy shrugged his shoulders. "Me neither. It doesn't mean I can't be honorable."

Blaine smiled again but once again said not a word. He kept his eyes away from Sam's gaze.

Sam watched him carefully as an awkward silence filled the room. Now that the movie had ended and the boys weren't speaking, there was no sound. It stayed that way for a few minutes before Sam decided that he had to break the silence. "So, you really think that Christian Bale is hot?" he asked the boy in front of him with a grin.

Blaine backed up until his back was hitting the post at the end of the bed. He pulled his knees up to his chest and held them there. His head fit in to his knees and he continued his silent streak.

"Why are you scared?" Sam questioned, raising his eyebrow and not daring to move forwards to the boy on his bed because he didn't want to scare him even more. For the first time that day, Blaine's walls were knocked down and a look of fright crossed his face.

Finally, Blaine spoke up. He lifted his head from his knees slightly, just enough to see Sam's face, and spoke in a whisper. "If you want me to leave, I can leave. Don't tell anyone. Please." He put his head in to his knees once again as a tear began to streak down his face.

A puzzled look crossed Sam's face. "Why would I want you to leave?" He scotched himself closer to Blaine but still kept his distance. Blaine shook his head in his knees and let out a sob. What was happening clicked in Sam's brain, finally. "You know, Blaine, I don't care if you're gay. You know, as long as you don't care if I'm straight." He stayed still, waiting for some sort of a reaction from the boy in front of him.

"No one is fine with me being gay. You're no exceptions. It's a rule. No one can be fine with me being gay," Blaine mumbled. He slowly lifted his head up from his legs to reveal his tear streaked face and puffy red eyes and looked at Sam, this time in the face.

It took all of the effort that Sam had not to jump up and hug the boy in front of him. Something was telling him that it would be a bad idea. So instead, he bit his bottom lip and caught eye contact with the boy. "I don't care," he repeated.

The two boys continued to stare at each other. Slowly, Sam made his way up the bed and in front of Blaine once again. "So what about Johnny Depp? My mom has a huge crush on him."

Blaine stared at the boy in front of him in awe before shaking his head slightly and letting his knees drop down in front of him. "Not my type," he told Sam weakly.

"So, do you want to tell me why you left your old school?" Sam asked uncertainly.

The answer that he received was fast, to the point, and nothing further was said after it. "No." Without hesitation, Blaine leapt off of the bed and left through the door, leaving Sam behind.

I see Sam as bisexual when I'm watching Glee but as this is about Blaine and not Sam, I'm leaving that out. It is non-important.