My dear friends, I am terribly sorry I left you alone for to many, long weeks! I do have an excuse but really, it's not nice of me to move in the middle of a story. So sorry :-(

Please note that the rating has changed and is now M for mature content because I wasn't sure how much I could mention with the T Rating.

Chapter 4


Thursday, October 8th


One week had passed since they had decided to marry in October already. Their enthusiasm had quickly been stiffled by the realisation that they couldn't get legally married in Ohio. Now Blaine was in New York to check in with his education while Sam had stayed back, waiting for his admittance test to Lima College that would be tomorrow.

Yes, they had thought about holding a ceremony nontheless but since it wouldn't have changed anything about their official status it would have been a mere gesture like the one they had done at Midsummer last year, and they both agreed that they needed the real deal now. Official papers. Name changing.

Blaine was writing 'Blaine Devon Evans' on his papers whenever he found the time for doodling. It wasn't decided yet who would take whose name or whether they should hyphenate but for now he wanted to see his first name together with Sam's last one. It made him grin like crazy, even when he had to face a furious Sebastian.

"Did you even try to suck up to Mrs. Roth?"

"Mh?"

"Keith told me you were never to be seen again after she threw you out. That's not what I call clever, or eager to win, no, that's what I call the three L: Lazy lame loser! What was going on, Blaine, were you traumatizsed and tried to kill yourself? Because that would be the only excuse to miss a chance like that", Sebastian stated.

"I went to see my parents in Lima", Blaine said, his eyes on the notebook in front of him.

They were in the NYADA cafeteria, a busy place with students running in and out all the time. Blaine had participated in the classes since he was back but he had neglected his homework because he was busy researching schools of dramatic arts in Ohio. Not that he had told Sebastian yet.

"Excuse – what? Why on earth would you do that?"

"Hadn't seen them in a while."

And then there was the thing with Tina. Blaine couldn't stop thinking about it. She was pregnant! Pregnant and all alone. So he had called her and apologised for his and Sam's behaviour, and then listened to her complain about her fraternity sisters who she didn't dare to inform about her pregnancy. The question about the father was a question she hadn't answered when Blaine had asked it but he could understand that she was going through so much right now it would be unfair to make her speak about that.

"Are you… have you completely lost your mind now? Blaine?"

Sebastian turned Blaine's notebook around to take a look at it and groaned.

"Stop daydreaming about your boyfriend and start thinking reasonable. Do you want to graduate from NYADA or not?"

"Actually…"

"Oh boy. I had the most exhausting week, you won't believe who I got introduced to in the middle of lunch yesterday. Vera Wang! I tell you, the peas were rolling out of my mouth, it was so embarassing."

Kurt had put his tablet next to Blaine and sat down on the table without even taking a breath between his words.

"At your internship at Vogue?" Blaine asked.

"No, at my side job as a Call boy. Of course at Vogue! Oh, is that sushi? Can I?"

He used his fork to take a piece of fish from Sebastian's dish.

Sebastian lifted his hands. "What?"

"You know, I would have never taken you for a gourmet", Kurt said.

Sebastian leaned back in his seat.

"Just tell me how you intent to make up for it. You have to make up for it because getting thrown out of a course with Mrs. Roth isn't exactly helping by making it through the year", he said.

"Who got thrown out of what?" Kurt asked.

"Me", Blaine sighed. "And I know it sounds crazy but…"

"What? Seriously, you got thrown out? How? By being too charming?" Kurt said.

"Actually that's a good question", Sebastian said. "All I know is that your brother interrupted the lesson and Mrs. Roth got all worked up about it."

"Cooper? Why did he do that?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head. "It wasn't Cooper, it was Sam. We had had a fight the day before so he showed up with flowers and a song…"

"Aww. Ain't that cute", Kurt said. "Nobody has done anything for me lately."

"Wait, what? I thought Sam was in Lima", Sebastian said.

"He flew in for me."

"Ugh, wipe that disgusting grin off of your face."

"Hey! Watch your tongue, meercat, just because you're Blaine's friend now doesn't mean you can talk to him like that!"

"I can talk to whomever the way I want to."

"Anyway, Mrs. Roth was in a bad mood and threw us out of the room, dismissed me from the program and I kind of didn't care", Blaine shrugged.

"Why… why… why wouldn't you care?" Kurt's shock wided eyes stared at Blaine.

"I guess in this moment I realised that love is more important than a career."

"I don't understand."

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"That's sounds like something Sam would say but not you, Blaine! Listen to yourself!"

"Yes, Blaine… what is going on? Blaine!" Kurt abandoned his food and shook Blaine. "Awaken from that country-boy trance Sam put you into!"

Blaine leaned back with a sudden jolt shooting up from his guts.

"Don't you dare blame Sam! I mean yes, he opened my eyes but that is something good. Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it's bad."

"Oh, I understand", Sebastian said. "It's the red glasses of love speaking."

"Yes! Not that I like to agree with meercat but that's it", Kurt said. "Think about your life in five years. You will regret it if you now losen your efforts for the best NYADA graduation possible."

"Oh, I won't losen my efforts."

"Well, you better don't." Kurt shook his head.

"I will simply quit NYADA and look for schools in Ohio."

The choas that followed was too much for Blaine. He stopped trying to understand his both friends words since they talked at the same time. So he put his empty joghurt can, the rest of his apple and the napkin on his tablet and stood up.

"Call me when you calmed down", he said.

"Blaine, you can't do that! Look what happened to Rachel! Do you want to become like her?" Kurt said.

"Blaine, this is your one chance to leave the scum behind you and rise to your true potential! Don't throw it away!" Sebastian said.

"I'm glad you two finally agree on something", Blaine said. "Have fun discussing it."

And he left. When he stood outside of the cafeteria he realised he was clenching his fists. He had always thought of them as friends, as complicated as the history he had with both of them was. But how could they talk about Sam like that? And call him 'scum'? Did they think that he and Sam wouldn't last?

Whatever happened to supporting your friends even when you thought they were crazy? And wasn't it Blaine's decision what he did with his life?

His feet were hitting the ground a little harder than usual as he went down the hallway. And then they stopped. He looked up and saw where they had taken him.

The Dean's office.


Friday, October 9th


"Yes, I am totally capable of studying very hard for hours without a break and so will catch up with the material from the last weeks very quickly", Sam said without turning a hair.

"Well, then…" The principal, who was not a funny Indian man but a strict Asian woman, gave Sam some papers.

"Just sign here and you'll be accepted to Lima College, starting next week on Monday eight o'clock and not one second later", she said.

Sam gulped. He hadn't gotten out of bed before ten in the last months. But he was willing to sacrifice sleep for his education. Yes, he had a very good feeling that this was what he should be doing. Or at least what he wanted to do.

So he wrote down his name in his best penmanship that was reserved for official stuff like this.


Sunday, October 11th


"I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe it." Sam looked up the house front. Everything had gone so fast as if it had been planned since forever.

"How about you believe it and help me carrying the boxes inside?" Blaine suggested.

"Wait, wait!"

Sam hurried to Blaine and made his fiancé put the box he had lifted back into the van, then took his hand and guided him a few steps away.

"You made all of this possible, you're my hero", Sam said, throwing an arm around Blaine's shoulder and gesturing to the house.

"Sure, we have to live with your parents, Martina and a baby that cries all night long but we're together", he said.

"Oh Sam, you know I'd do anything for you." Blaine snuggled up to Sam whose eyes filled with water.

"I can't believe you left NYADA. Just like that. I feel so guilty about it, I…"

"Sh, what's done is done. And it was my decision, so stop feeling guilty."

"Never!" Sam pressed his fiancè against his body and mumbled "I love you" into his hair.

"And I will reward you later", he added.

"Uh, Sam…? Let's not have sex when my parents are closeby, okay?"

"Whaaaaat? But last week…"

"That was the heat of the moment", Blaine said.

"But I can't live without your hot touch, babe!"

"Is that a line of a song or a movie?" Blaine freed himself from the embrace and went back to the rented van.

"Nothing the like, it came from the deep being of my soul. Or something like that."

Blaine mumbled something while he lifted a box.

"Alright, we'll just send your parents out every now and then", Sam decided. This solution brought back his good spirits – honestly, he was a nineteen year old boy! – and he finally helped his fiancé carry boxes into the Anderson house.


Monday, October 12th


Only last week he had lived in New York where he had gone through the day by playing video games, now Sam walked into Lima College with school stuff in his old back pack at half past seven a.m.!

It wasn't that much different from McKinley Highschool. The walls were higher and the students older but apart from that…

"Look at Point Dexter!"

A few guys were walking past Sam, obviously laughing at him.

"I was quarterback at my old school!" he called after them but they ignored him.

"Stupid jocks", Sam mumbled although they hadn't worn any sports outfits.

"Sam Evans! So we meet again!"

A heavy hand landed on Sam's shoulder and he turned to look at the boy who it belonged to. It was an old class mate of his, oh, wasn't the world as small as Smallville!?

"Ryder! Hey!" Sam hugged the boy he hadn't seen in so long. It was a manly hug, of course, and the next one he would give to Ryder would be either for Christmas or his birthday. Whatever would come first.

"So, you're going here, now, too? Finn gave me the heads up", Ryder explained as they walked down the hallway.

"Yup, I am now officially a part of the academic world, my friend. Which reminds me… Can we study together? I mean because you're dyslexic, too, and all."

"How about I introduce you to my study group for people with learning disabilities? It has really helped me keep up with all that homework."

"Cool, yeah! I wouldn't want to occupy all of Blaine's time, you know? He's got his own stuff to do."

"How's Blaine doing?" Ryder asked.

Sam got out his notebook where he had written down the number of his locker. Very tidily even. Wasn't he a rolemodel of a student?

"Good. Busy looking for schools", Sam said. "Where is locker number 239?"

"He's looking for a new school?"

"Yeah, well, can't fly in to New York and back here everyday, can he? Now?"

"He's living here?"

Ryder stopped in the middle of the hallway. It took Sam a few more steps to realise it and turn around.

"Wasn't it his biggest dream ever to go to NYADA?" Ryder asked with a frown.

"Uh, no, his biggest dream ever is to be with me", Sam said. Duh. Ryder was really slow, wasn't he?

"So it's that easy, like that?" Ryder snapped his fingers. "You two never fight?"

"No, never ever", Sam said. Except now and then.

"That can't be healthy", Ryder commended, finally starting to walk again.

"Why? How are you and Marley?"

"Marley? That's so last year, dude. I'm together with Chelsey now."

"There are girls whose name is actually Chelsey?"

"And she's a cheerleader."

"I never took you for that superficial."

"Right, like you never dated a Cheerio."

"Just because all of my girlfriends had been cheerleaders at one point or the other doesn't mean I have a cheerleader kink."

"Oh, yes, it does. Even Blaine falls under this category."

They reached Ryder's locker and the brunette opened it. Sam looked at the numbers.

"One-hundred-and-sixty", he read. "So we live far away from each other."

"But we're in the same year, aren't we? Let's compare our schedules", Ryder suggested.

"Wait. You and Marley aren't together anymore but she's going here, too, right?"

"Yes. So?"

"So isn't it awkward?"

Ryder sighed. "Well, not everybody can have an everlasting happy relationship, can they?"

"Barely anyone has", Sam agreed. He got out his phone and looked at the background picture of him and Blaine. They were immune to the disease of all those break-ups going round, just how lucky was he!?

"We're going to marry", Sam said. He showed Ryder his ring but before Ryder could answer the bell rang and indicated that the first class would start soon.

"Damn it. Where's my locker?" Sam rushed off. He didn't want to be late to his first class on his first day on his new school. But when he had found his locker the bell rang for the second time, meaning he should be in his classroom right now. Only that he didn't even know where it was. And where was his schedule that told him what class he had so he could look up the room he had to be in? Damn it!

Half an hour later he stumbled into room 6b without knocking. It was a huge lecture theatre and nobody looked up. The teacher was continuing with her reading. Sam quickly sat down in one of the last rows and tried to find out on what page of the book they were on. It was such a mess although he had wanted to have a perfect start! Man.

He got out his phone and wrote a quick text to Blaine. i suck so much! we should've stayed in ny :(

And then a miracle happened. Blaine wrote back in the very same minute. When was the last time that had happened? Sam was used to getting an answer a few hours later so he opened the text with his jaw dropped.

You don't suck, honey! You need to get used to your new structure, that's all. When you're home we'll take a look at your organisation shall we?

"Oh my God", Sam mumbled while writing back. Whatya doin?where r u?y u not busy?

He let his phone lie on the table and concentrated on the teacher for a few seconds. Then Blaine answered again. Sam pulled an impressed face.

I'm home and I am busy writing applications. Nothing I can't take a break off ;)

"Oh my God!" Sam exclaimed. He quickly looked up to see if he had disturbed the teacher. But no. Only a girl a few seats to his right looked at him.

"My boyfriend takes breaks", Sam explained before he turned his attention back to his phone.

I so want to skip class come home and lick ice cream of of ur belly

Remember the no-sex-rule?

"What, he's actually serious about that?" Sam whispered. And wrote back: ur parents r at work babe!

They are retired, Sam.

Damn.

Plus Martina and her baby are in the room next to us.

Damn again. But still all of those arguments meant nothing when it came to Sam's thoughts of what he could do to Blaine right now, in this moment, because Blaine could take breaks from his work just like that, just for Sam.

I want to ripp of ur pants and lick u dick

Sam snickered. How evil he was!

Then he had to wait for a few minutes for an answer. In the meantime, he concentrated on the lesson and wrote down a few notes. He would be a god student, yes, he would. The start hadn't been perfect but with Blaine's help he would get a grip on that whole learning thing once and for all.

Eventually Blaine answered by sending a link. Sam clicked on it and read the headline 'Are you a sex addict? Find out by taking this short online test!'.

Naturally, Sam took the test. Then he sent the outcome to Blaine.

We have compared your answers with people who have been diagnosed with sex addiction. Your answers have not met a score on a basis of six criteria that indicate sex addiction is present.
Tx for worrying but im not can we now continue sexting?

The teacher wrote something on the board and Sam copied it. Even when his phone buzzed he first finished his notes before he looked at it, because that's what A-grade students did!

When's your lunch break? I could come visit you Blaine wrote.

"Yes, of course!" Sam said. Why hadn't he thought of it? They would simply have sex in public places. Problem solved!

He sent Blaine a picture of his schedule and then gathered his things together because the class was over. Wow, this Monday morning was going extremely well even though he had been late. College was a cake of pie!


At exactly half past twelve Blaine left his parents' house and got into their car. He drove to town where he brought some of his applications to the mail, then he drove to Lima College and searched for the cafeteria where he had said he would meet Sam.

Blaine was early so no students were here, only staff who set up the food counter. He sat down on a table and watched them. Man, it was weird to have so much time at his hands. His feet still waggled up and down but his chest area already started to relax; the stress of keeping up with NYADA classes had taken a tight grip on him and he hadn't even realised it.

The first students dribbled in. Although it was a College the atmosphere was more High-School-like than in NYADA where everything had been about competition. Now that he thought about it Blaine realised his whole life had been about competition. He had always been eager to proof himself worthy; had wanted to be the best, wanted to be loved.

It probably was Cooper's fault because his parents had never been about showcasing. Okay, his mother had supported Cooper's ambitions to become a famous star and then treated Blaine like he was supposed to do the same but what else should she have done when Blaine had started imitating his brother at a young age?

And his father, well, it wasn't his fault too. He had been too occupied with turning Blaine straight than to care about his career choices. Except of course when he had said that Broadway would just make him more gay and he should become a car mechanic, a statement that had convinced Blaine all the more to go after being a performer.

Blaine sighed. All of this seemed to long ago. Did it still matter? With Sam in the picture now the order of things had changed, slowly but constantly. Blaine didn't need to be famous to be loved. He didn't need to be anything; Sam would love him the way he was. Always. And wasn't that what counted the most in life?

His phone buzzed with a call, so Blaine answered it.

"Where are you? I can't find you", Sam said. "Did something hold you up?"

"No, I'm actually here. Where are you?"

"In front of the cafeteria."

Blaine looked at the door where Sam's blond head now appeared, his eyes searching the room. Blaine had to smile even when Sam still didn't notice him. He interrupted the conversation and went to his fiancé.

"There you are!" said boy exclaimed.

"Here I am." Blaine grinned and kissed Sam's sweet warm mouth.

"It's the middle of the day and here we are", Blaine repeated, more to himself because he couldn't believe the sudden changes in his life.

"Come, come!"

Sam took Blaine's hand and pulled him out of the cafeteria.

"You know, I was thinking about going to Brown for a few days now that I'm able to", Blaine said.

"Uhu."

"I mean, Tina wasn't nice but I wasn't the best friend either. I didn't listen to her concerns which she made clear were urgent and… Where are we going?"

Sam still pulled Blaine through the hallway, going into the opposite direction than all the other students did.

"Almost there."

Door after door was passing by.

"And I need to check in with Sebastian", he continued informing Sam about the things he had thought about at the morning.

"I don't want to know what he's doing with our apartment but I guess if I never check in it will be all the worse in the end."

"Uhu."

"Also, I promised Rachel to watch her show and she's on my heels about reviewing her."

"We're here!"

Sam pushed open a door to a dark room. He let go of Blaine's hand and went in. Artificial lights flashed on and Blaine found that he was looking into a small room with brushes, buckets and other janitor equipment.

"Uh… Sam? What are we doing here?"

"The second shelf from the left…" Sam mumbled while he threw his backpack on the ground and observed the racks full of cleansers.

"Do you want to spend your lunch break cleaning?"

Blaine stepped into the room, or should he say closet, and frowned at the spider web in the corner.

"Ah, got it! Sit down, come on."

Sam gestured to a sickbed stuffed in between a wall and a laundry basket. Blaine did as he was told. With his legs dangling in the air he watched Sam handling a thick, white pillar candle – now where had that come from? A second later the candle was lightened. Sam switched off the lights and closed the door, leaving them with the damped, flickering light of the candle which he placed on a shelf.


Coming up next week: Sam does not want to spend his lunch break cleaning. Finn informs Blaine about all of Sam's past mistakes, and Sam himself has a nervous breakdown... once more.