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Okay enough talk now, on we go!

November 29th, Saturday: 26 days until Christmas

Blaine woke up before Sam did but stayed in the blond's arms. While he was lying there he could just as well check Facebook... and maybe dare to write something that wouldn't make his mother freak out.

Best night ever... this time for the reason you all are thinking of now ;-)

Well, that he wouldn't do it for sure. Blaine erased it. He bit his lips as he thought of last night. Sam was still very careful and holding back, touching Blaine as if he thought he could break. He never did the first step to go further. Blaine was surprised Sam had agreed to his proposition of going all the way soon. Maybe they should talk about it again because Sam tended to overestimate his readiness.

The curtains of the window weren't closed all the way and through the gap Blaine could see a white sky. Oh gosh... was it snowing? And he had to go out later, crap. Why couldn't he stay in bed with Sam all day long? Was fame really worth that? Look at Rachel. She was obsessed. Blaine wasn't as obsessed as her, right?

He tipped 'breakfast in bed while it's snowing outside... what could be better?' into the field on Facebook and posted it. Then he carefully entangled Sam's arm from him, put on a bath robe and went to the kitchen to make some eggs with ham. When he and Sam would live together he could make breakfast for his boyfriend every morning. That would be so perfect! The best start to a new day was a relaxing and having sweet breakfast with the person he loved and adored more than anybody else in the whole world.

Yeah, maybe they should start looking for a place soon.

Suddenly hectic heels clattered through the loft. Fully dressed Rachel appeared and went to the wardrobe.

"I'm meeting Baker now, isn't that great, he could fill me in today already! We meet at nine in Starbucks on the Fifth Street. It's in the neighbourhood of my studio and I'll be there afterwards, can you tell Sam I'm expecting him at ten?"

"Uh... morning Rachel. Yeah. Sure."

"Mh, smells good! Better watch out you're not gaining the freshman fifteen though. You know how it is..." She waggled a finger. "First it's the yummy food, then less time to work out, and suddenly you realise you haven't been intimate with you're boyfriend in a long time out of disgust for your own body."

Blaine frowned and opened his mouth for a response but another voice prevented it.

"Stop talking trash, Rachel" Sam said with a yawn. With his light hair standing up to all sides and his cute small morning eyes he came to them and put an arm around Blaine's waist, kissing him on the cheek. Blaine melted away on the spot.

"How could Blaine ever be disgusted with this smoking hot bod?" Sam stroked over Blaine's tummy.

"Well, you're saying that now..." Rachel started.

"And I will always say it, no matter how much he weighs. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Rachel lifted her finger again. "At ten in the studio. Not a minute later, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma`am."

As she shoved the door close Sam turned to Blaine completely.

"Babe, you know I mean it, right? I don't care how much you weight. I will always love you and be horny for you."

"Oh, is that so?"

On Blaine's tongue lay an 'aww' for Sam's first words but his last words definitively were worth a comment, too. Sam didn't respond with words but pressed his lower body against Blaine's. The black haired boy gasped.

"Yeah... woke up from a dream about you", Sam whispered into his ear. He tenderly unfastened the knot of Blaine's bath robe.

"What are you doing? I'm not wearing anything under that."

"I was hoping you aren't", Sam grinned.

"We're..."

"We're alone in the loft, that's right", Sam said. He stripped the bath robe aside and cold air met Blaine's skin. Luckily he didn't freeze, though. Especially his lower body felt pretty hot and excited. Even more so when Sam got down on his knees.

Sam had a kink with the kitchen, hadn't he?

Blaine didn't even try to suppress his moans. After a few minutes he smelled something burning and got slightly worried but he couldn't bring himself to stop Sam.

Then the door started to open and Sam jumped up, quickly closing Blaine's bath robe. Blaine didn't know what was happening and gazed around like in trance.

"Don't stop... oh."

"Morning!" Kurt lilted as he came in and closed the door. "Back in time for our audition practise! And I brought bagels! If you don't love me now I don't know what's wrong with you."

"Yeah... cool", Sam panted. Blaine blinked a few times to get his brain to function again.

"What's that... oh my God, it's burning! Do something!" Kurt said. Sam turned to the stove and pushed the pan from the hotplate.

"There. Done", he said.

Kurt came closer and eyed them suspiciously.

"What were you doing?"

"Making breakfast, duh", Sam said.

Kurt's eyes wandered from him to Blaine and back to Sam. Then he put a brown paper bag on the table and said: "I'm with you in five" and went to the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut behind him Sam turned to Blaine, leaned against his shoulder and twitched with laughter. Blaine couldn't help but join in.

As their laugh attack faded Sam took Blaine's hand and dragged him to his section.

"Kurt is so stupid", he whispered.

"Oh, no, he's not. He knew exactly what was going on", Blaine giggled.

Only a few minutes later Blaine was dressed and returned to the kitchen to tidy up the mess he had made. Kurt sat at the table, read a news paper and put a bagel to his mouth.

"So, uhm... I would offer you some eggs but..." Blaine shrugged and shoved the burnt eggs into the bin.

"Oh, keep your eggs. Please."

"You know, they burnt because Sam told me that really funny joke and..."

"Uhu, I'm sure he did." Kurt stuffed the rest of his bagel into his mouth, his eyes never leaving the paper in front of him.

"I'm hitting the showers!" Sam came out from his section, wearing boxer shorts and carrying a towel.

"That really nice to know", Kurt said. Sam frowned as he passed them.

"Is he okay?" he asked Blaine, who silently shook his head. Had they traumatised Kurt now? Was he furious because... well... the kitchen should be a hygienic and clean place and it really wasn't right of them to be naked there.

"Look, later today I'll clean up." Blaine sat down opposite to Kurt, who shrugged.

"Why? Is that your new hobby?"

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"For what?" Now Kurt looked up. Were they really doing that? Blaine leaned back and crossed his arms.

"For burning the eggs."

"Hey, I had my breakfast." Kurt folded up the news paper and put his hands on it. "On another note. Are you okay if I bring in just one more person into our audition practise?"

"I thought you had no partner."

"Oh, no, it's not like that. He's looking for a partner but we won't happen. He's just curious."

"And why are you not partnering up with him?"

Kurt watched his finger nails and mumbled something. When Blaine asked again he sighed and looked up.

"It's Adam, okay? My ex that I broke up with for you."

"Are you kidding me? You want us, Sebastian and that Adam guy to be in a room together for two hours? Seriously?" Blaine stared at Kurt. This was a cruel joke. Or nightmare. Or both.

"He must hate me. Hell, he must hate you", Blaine added.

"He did but... we talked a bit."

"Were is this coming from, Kurt? Really?"

"I can't tell you. But I swear it's a good idea. I swear."

"So he won't strangle me? And you will get along with Sebastian?"

"Uh..." Kurt bit his lip. "Damn, didn't think about meercat face."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. Something was so wrong about all of that. But then again the way Kurt looked right now told Blaine that Kurt wasn't doing this for his own good. So it had had to be Sam's idea. Just... what exactly was going on and why?

Sam was humming as hot water run down his body. Actually, things were pretty great. Yesterday Kurt had told him that he had gotten Adam on board. Perfect! Blaine would simply audition with him and Sebastian was defeated. Sam: One. Sebastian: Zero. Boom, suck it, meercat! (Sam didn't know why Kurt used this nick name but whatever.)

And the crazy thing this morning... so cool! He would have to chuckle the whole day about it. Even a meeting with Rachel wouldn't ruin his mood. And it still was Christmas and Blaine was up for that now, too, and everything was just perfect. Finally life worked out for Sam. Coming to New York had been the best idea ever!

Sam high-fived his mirror image and then started shaving. Blaine hadn't yet and Sam would have never thought that he could love the feeling of stubbles on this lips so much but wow. Sexy as hell.

"And then I saw her face... now I'm a believer..."

Someone knocked against the door.

"Sam, can I come in?" Blaine asked.

"Nah... I need my privacy."

"Oh. Uhm, well..."

"Do you actually believe me? Wow, I'm a good liar!"

Blaine came in, eyes rolling. He closed the door and leaned against it.

"Sam, we should apologise to Kurt."

"For what?"

"For... you know."

Sam raised his eyebrows while the razor glided over his right cheek.

Blaine exhaled. "Having sex in his kitchen."

"Oh... yeah, no, I think he should apologise to us for interrupting."

Blaine closed his eyes and rubbed over his nose. "Sam..."

"Now I'm a believer..." Left cheek. Chin. Neck. Ready.

When Sam had washed up and turned around Blaine was still here. Sam waggled his eyebrows and loosened the towel on his hips so that it fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you!" Blaine said. He shook his head and left the bathroom.

Huh. Not quite the reaction Sam had hoped for.

Sam walked around the 'studio' that actually was an empty apartment. The living room was the biggest room. Then there was a kitchen, a tiny bathroom and a bedroom. It was pretty small but his mind started to put furniture in every room and then showed him pictures of him and Blaine living here. Yeah. That would be so great. Maybe there were other apartments for rent in this building?

Quarter past ten Rachel appeared. She put her bag on the ground, took off her gloves and sighed.

"Sam. We can lie back. Well, not lie back for real but we don't need to worry for anything anymore. Baker will coach me to fame."

Sam bit his lips. "So... did you sign a contract? But you still need me, right?"

"Oh, don't worry, I told you I have a job for you and I keep to my promise. As long as you need it. When you find something else and want to go there, just tell me. But no rush. Also, Baker will be here any minute. You don't think I've decided things too quickly, right? You will see, he is the best. He will help us."

"Cool", Sam said. He didn't get any chance to think about stuff since the doorbell rang. Rachel jumped to the door and opened it. It were delivery men, bringing them some stuff Rachel had bought the other day. They unloaded it in the living room and Sam sat down on the ground to unpack it. A video camera. A computer. Loads of Software for graphic stuff. Wow. If he now only knew how all of that worked.

The next time the doorbell rang a middle-aged man came in. His hair was dark-blond and he had a tan that either meant he went on vacation a lot or used the sun studio. He also had some wrinkles around his eyes... he was old.

"Here I am, now let's get started!" he said when Rachel hadn't even closed the door behind him. She clapped her hands and jumped around in excitement so Sam decided he could as well get up. As he shook the man's hand the guy scanned him from head to toe.

"What is your role exactly? Behind the camera guy? That would be a waste of your looks. Best friend, big brother, lover? Wait, don't tell me. It's my job to get into people's minds. I mean it. I will rip you apart and know every little detail of yourself more than you have ever dreamt of."

"Uh..."

"Don't sweat it!" The guy laughed loudly. "Now with what do we start? What kind of fame do you two want, exactly? There is pop star, model, TV star, Broadway star, allround talent..."

"Allround talent, I'm an allround talent!" Rachel said.

"Didn't you want to go to Broadway...?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I'm open to every possibility! What do you think would work the fastest?" she asked the man, who had started to walk around.

"TV star, definitively. You can sing on TV, moderate shows, but I advice you to sing so you can visit many shows and not have one single employer, that sucks."

Sam nodded. At least he sounded really professional. Hey, maybe it would work! Sam was obviously getting a bit of the fame so in the end he and Blaine could afford to live in a castle! Wow, how great would that be? They would have butlers and ten dogs and horses and maids and...

Baker put his hands together loudly, turned to them and let his eyes wander between them.

"You're not related, are you?"

"No, Sir, we're not", Sam said.

"Good! So we can roll out the concept of the two hopeless romantic souls in love that wrote a song about their intense feelings and boom, everybody wants to hear it!" He slapped his hands together again.

"Uh, uh, uh, no can do!" Sam said. "I'm with somebody else."

The man laughed. "Don't sweat it! It's just for the audience."

"It kind of would be cheating...?" Sam looked at Rachel, who shrugged, and back at the man, who laughed again. It started to sound really ugly.

"Cheating, cheating, what does that even mean? I'm married yet I sleep with other women all the time. I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind!"

"Uh..." Sam narrowed his eyes. Was this guy serious or was he making a joke? It was hard to tell.

Rachel laid a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Look, I'm sure we can find another concept that works for all of us. Fame and glory have many faces! Look at Barbra. Look at her."

Sam nodded although he didn't know what Rachel was talking about.

"Yeah, we can go with the best friends concept. I'm sure people would be interested in that, too... well at least one or two weird girls." The man shrugged.

Rachel took back her hand and bit her lip while Sam had the best idea ever.

"Maybe we could bring in Blaine!"

The man gazed at him. "Who? Why would you possibly bring in another person? A boy, nonetheless? It would work with another girl, maybe. Girls are hot, sexy, they are what the audience wants! You could play with both, huuuh, wouldn't that be nice? Another boy would be such a cock blocker. People would think you're a fag! Haha! Oh God, can you imagine? You would be the laughing stock of everybody!"

Rachel laughed artificially. "There's no need to call names now, right?"

"Names, what names? I'm just stating the facts."

"Well, let's talk about what we're going to do, shall we?" Rachel walked around the room and started to list all her talents. Sam stared at the stuff on the floor and tried to suppress his sick stomach feeling. Suddenly all of this didn't feel exciting anymore. The video camera on the ground was just some boring electronic device instead of a friend who promised Sam to get somewhere.

He didn't like this guy. They could do it without him, even better so!

"Rachel, can I talk to you?" Sam lifted his voice to interrupt her. "Alone?"

"You go and just pretend as if I'm not here", Baker said.

"Great." Sam went to the bedroom and stood in front of the dirty window. He had the best view of the skyline of New York here and at the horizon the statue of liberty held up her torch. Sam should be there right now. But instead he had to deal with a homophobic ass.

"Oh Sam, I'm so sorry, I didn't know!" Rachel came in and closed the door. "But look, we just ignore his stupid statements and concentrate on working with him. He really is the best, he can get us anywhere!"

Sam turned around and crossed his arms. "No. If he's on board I'm not."

"Please, don't do this to me, please, I'm begging you!" Rachel came to him.

"Why? You don't need me. And when you're alone in it you get all the applause."

"Mh." Rachel stopped and thought about it. "You are right. I will. I deserve it, anyway. Sure, this man is a jerk but it's my job to deal with jerks. I'm not pulling out of it because I don't like him, that would be childish, right? I can do this! So does that mean you're giving me notice? Or will you stay but not be on the screen?"

"Uh..." Sam wetted his lips. Did he have to decide right now? Because he didn't want to be without a job three days after coming to New York. His father would probably tell him to come back home. And if Sam refused to he would just be here without any plan how to go on.

"You know, I will stay for a while. I'm not childish, either. I'm professional and so on. But he is a jerk."

"I know that!" Rachel rolled her eyes. "So you'll be the behind-the-camera guy. Good. You can wave me when I'm on stage, how cool is that? You'll get to breath TV air just because you're my friend. So, should we go back? Yeah? I'll go back, you stay here and come to us whenever you feel like it. I'm just telling Baker you've got a headache."

"No, no, I'm coming with you", Sam quickly said. As they entered the living room and Baker was on the phone and gave them a sign to wait. Sam nodded and folded his hands behind his back. His head was spinning. So he would stay here in the presence of that stupid ass but resign from getting famous. Resign from getting a chance to earn his own, Rachel-independent money. Was he stupid? Why again was he doing it? Because Blaine wouldn't be with him? Blaine wouldn't anyway. Blaine had NYADA and his audition with Sebastian and he would get the role and get famous with a play and Sam would be his unsuccessful boyfriend. Just like he would be Rachel's unsuccessful behind-the-camera friend.

"I'm in", he blurted out.

"Excuse me, what?" Rachel asked.

"I'm in with all the fame and glory stuff."

Rachel stemmed her hands in her waist. "What? You just bitched around because you didn't want to! You can't change your opinion every five minutes! It's not fair to us other people who are determined and would do everything to reach their goals!"

"You mean you."

"Yes, me! Obviously!"

"Sooo! Here I am! Unfortunately I have to go, another important appointment is waiting for me. I can't say with whom but he's very famous and wants to make even more money." Baker winked. He had a palm in his hands and tipped on it.

"When can we schedule our next appointment? And have you decided for a concept yet so I can write us an action plan? Action is important, action is our way to fame!"

"Monday!" Rachel said. Baker shook his head as he went down his calender.

"Wednesday, ten a.m.", he proposed.

"Deal! And about the concept..." Rachel looked at Sam, who cleared his throat.

"Yeah, we can go the couple way."

"Oh, really? What about... you know... your relationship?" Rachel asked.

"This is for show business" Sam said while mysteriously thinking of Sebastian. And Sebastian was only the first one. As Blaine had said... when he would get roles he would have to act like a couple with his respective partners. This wasn't any different.

"Excellent decision, excellent!" Baker said. He put his palm away and slapped his hands together. "I can promise you you will get results in the next two months already. And from there it will get only better. Hey, what do you think of this vision?"

He put his hands in the air and gestured around. "We use the Christmas roll to get aboard. At this time people get all whiny and pathetic for a bit romance in their lives, and be it on TV. If we'd have a song on Wednesday already we record it and bring it on the market. Maybe even by Christmas you'll be famous and on the Saturday Night Show!"

"Oh, wow!" Sam said. Christmas fame! "That would be so cool, man!"

Baker nodded. He rushed off and Sam sat down to set up the computer. Maybe things would actually work. He could sing romantically to Rachel, no problem. They wouldn't have to kiss or anything, just get along with each other really well.

When Baker was gone the next delivery guys came and Rachel instructed them to install something in the kitchen. Sam used the time to check Facebook.

B. : breakfast in bed while it's snowing outside... what could be better?

Sam looked out of the window. Snow? Was Blaine hallucinating? Or had it snowed earlier and Sam had missed it? That would be such a pity! He wanted snow! White Christmas!

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thesmythemaster: sounds great. You go tiger ;)

Oh my God! Couldn't he just once shut up!?

But before Sam could write something the computer made a noise indicating an update. He clicked on it and read Kurt's status signal.

KurtElizabethHummel: Why am I doing this to me? Why?

Sam gulped. Oops. It was kind of his fault that Kurt was suffering. But honestly... Sam didn't know what he would do without him. Who would have thought that Kurt would one day come to save him?

Sam sent him a private mail: did it work? is adam blaine's new partner?

KurtElizabethHummel: I'm in pain, Sam. Pure agony.

SamEv: but did it work?

KurtElizabethHummel: at the moment everyone is at each others throats and I want to kill myself

SamEv: if u have to kill some1 kill meercat

KurtElizabethHummel: you are so right! Wait! I got an idea

SamEv: omg what!

Sam waited impatiently. In the hall some men were talking loudly and then the door closed. Rachel came in and sighed.

"Why is no couch here? I need to sit down. Give me that!"

She took the computer from Sam's lap.

"Noooo!"

"Sam, I need to buy a couch!"

"And I need to know if my plan worked out!"

She frowned. "What plan?"

Sam bit his lip. "Nothing. Just... give it back, please."

Rachel looked at the screen.

"Adam? Adam Crawford? Why do you want him to be Blaine's partner? Who's 'meercat'?"

"He's... oh God." Sam sighed and let his head fall back. Then he looked up again. "It's Sebastian. I hate him and Kurt does, too, and we don't want Blaine to kiss him. There."

Rachel frowned. "You have issues."

"I know I have! But it's not just in my head, I mean, Sebastian threatened me. He told me to my face, or ear, that he is after Blaine and I should look for someone else."

"He did?"

"Yes!"

"What is Blaine saying to that?"

"He doesn't know. And he don't need to because I want to support him in his choices and also show him I have overcome my jealousy issues. Now." Sam stretched out his hand.

"But you haven't", Rachel stated.

"I'm working on it."

"By killing Sebastian?"

"We're not really killing him!" Sam said. He leaned forwards and grabbed the PC. Kurt hadn't answered yet, damn.

"You know who you remind me of? That guy from Romeo and Juliet. He wanted to kill Romeo out of jealousy."

"Are you saying I'm not Romeo in this scenery?"

Rachel waggled her head. "If I judge by the pure idiocy and foolishness you act on then yes. You are."

"Good." Sam tipped violently on the field for a status update and didn't care how many spelling mistakes he made.

SamEv: what a gr8 wekend, seeing my boyfriend soon, workng on fame, its christman, so love my life and noting eva canchcange that!

Sent. He logged out and gave the computer to Rachel.

"Are we ready here for today?"

"Huh... I think we are, yes. I need to buy more stuff but I can do that in the loft, too. It's warmer there and you can make me some green tea."

"Rachel, I know your dads are rich and everything but what about buying something used? It would save some money and it's better for the world", Sam said as he got up.

"How is it better for the world?" Rachel frowned, shut the PC down and put it into her purse.

"Because you use something that otherwise would have gotten thrown away!"

"Oh. I have never viewed it that way."

Sam nodded. Yeah, he was here to open his friends eyes.

"You are welcome."

There actually were people dressed up as elves in the NYADA entrance hall, walking around with baskets in their hands and handing out gifts. Blaine managed to get past one but the another one stood in front of his nose.

"Merry Christmas!"

"It's not Christmas yet", Blaine said.

"Don't mind him, he's Mr Grumpy", Kurt said to the elf and pushed Blaine further. As they were walking up the stairs he said: "So when are you going to tell Sam you hate Christmas?"

"I don't hate Christmas. I love it, usually. But it hasn't arrived in my heart yet."

"Aww. How touching. Hey, there's Adam!"

Kurt waved a blond guy who eyed Blaine suspiciously, as the other way round. So this was Adam. Why was he here again?

They went to one of the rooms that was open for students to practise and met Sebastian who was wearing black as if he was a burglar, and was doing some stretching on the ballet rod.

"Sebastian." Blaine said.

The boy turned around. "Cutie-putie..." He stopped and narrowed his eyes at Kurt and Adam.

"What's he doing here? And.. whoever that is."

"Yeah, uhm, my friends wanted to use this unique chance to, uh..." Blaine turned to Kurt. "What was it again?"

"We want to audition for 'Let's get this queer' too. It's the chance of the century", Kurt said in a graveyard voice.

"So...?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"But we can't find a partner – and we don't want to work with each other out of personal reasons – so we thought we tag along and look if we maybe can, uh..." Kurt pulled a face. "Exchange."

Sebastian laughed while Blaine stared at Kurt. Was he really serious that they should work together?

"Wait, you mean it?" Sebastian asked. He gestured from himself to Kurt and Adam.

"You want me to choose between you, whom I hate, and him, whom I don't know?"

"I never said anything about your choice", Kurt hissed.

"Kurt, what is going on?" Blaine asked. "Do you want to work us together? Is that the whole reason for this shenanigan? Did Sam put you up to this?"

"No, I... was thinking you and Adam could..." Kurt didn't finish and watched his feet. Blaine's jaw dropped but he didn't know what to say either. He looked at Adam and Sebastian and things just blurred even more. This made no sense.

"You hate Sebastian."

"The feelings are mutual", Sebastian said. "No way this is going to happen."

"Can I say something?" Adam asked in a British accent.

"This is ridiculous. We are grown-ups yet we behave as if we were in a soap opera. I for my part want to become a professional performer and if no one here is ready to act with me I'm going and find someone else."

Sebastian clapped his hands loud and slowly. "Bravo! That's the way a true white knight speaks. Now, who of the princesses do you want to kiss?"

"Stop being a sarcastic snob," Kurt said. "Adam is right. We either do this the adult way or not at all."

"Good. I was hoping to get rid of you soon. Bye!" Sebastian waved.

Blaine sighed. There was no way a partnership of Sebastian and Kurt wouldn't end in a catastrophe. So he went to Kurt and grabbed his arm.

"Let's do this, then. Sebastian, you and Adam."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but at least didn't protest anymore.

What a fuss.

It was pure madness. Blaine didn't want to act like a couple with Kurt. He couldn't. He tried but the first interaction brought up so many memories and before he knew it they were fighting about whose fault it was the cat had died.

"If you hadn't been away all those days just paying attention to your work you would have realised Kitty was starving to death!" Kurt said, his hands on his hips.

"I'm not the only one who promised to take responsibility for her", Blaine said. Oh God, why did Kurt have to call the cat 'Kitty'?

"I was in the hospital!"

Blaine held up his hands and took a deep breath. "Stop, I need a break. This is getting out of hand."

Kurt drove a hand over his forehead. "Agreed. I'm going to drink something." He went to his bag and sat down leaning against the wall, getting out a bottle of water and his phone.

Blaine drank some water himself and watched Sebastian and Adam interacting. It looked just awkward. Blaine observed them a few minutes, then he got out his phone, too. He frowned as he read Kurt's complaint on Facebook.

KurtElizabethHummel: Why am I doing this to me? Why?

B. : I don't know, you tell me! (No really, tell me)

Of course Kurt did not tell him and Blaine was left wondering. But thinking about it was too exhausting. He just wanted to get it over with and go back to the loft, to Sam. A few butterflies stirred up in Blaine's body and flew with him to the sky. The memory of Sam's arms around him came up, he smelled his scent and tasted his lips. Heaven on earth did exist but it was no place. It was a person.

Kurt came back, clapping his hands. "Okay! Time to exchange partners!"

"Finally!" Sebastian said. He came to Blaine and grinned. "Sooner or later we would end up together."

"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, Sebastian the crap?" Kurt said. "But I meant Adam is playing with Blaine and we both. Don't wet yourself, though, we're playing a divorced couple that wants to kill each other."

"Huh, I have no problem in portraying that. Anyway, it's all just a big detour before me and Blaine will audition together."

Sebastian and Kurt strolled away and suddenly Blaine was faced with Adam. Right. From all the present boys he knew about him the least. But maybe that was a good start for acting with him?

It turned out Adam was really good. Blaine didn't feel any resentment coming from him as long as he was in character. Only when they ended the session did he turn silent again and walked away without another word. Huh. Blaine wondered whether he knew that Kurt was with Elliot now or if he thought Blaine and Kurt were a thing.

Still Blaine didn't know what this was about. After he had checked Sebastian and Kurt were both still alive he got out his phone and called Sam.

"Babe!"

"Cut the cackle and tell me right now why you want me to audition with Kurt. I just can't get behind it. What's the sense in that?"

"What? I never said that!"

"You told Kurt to come here today. You basically pushed him onto me."

"I... it's not like that! I pitied him, you know? I mean it's a good opportunity, this play, and he didn't have anybody except that Adam guy who doesn't want him and... Wait, are you playing with Kurt now?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You and Kurt, best friends? Hard to imagine, Sam."

"Did you kiss him?"

Blaine's jaw dropped. "What, you're playing the jealous card after you made all of this happen? Really?"

"No. I'm not jealous. I'm so okay with that, I swear. Also, did I tell you that me and Rachel will be kind of doing that thing... well... like you and... apparently Kurt now? What about Adam? Do you like him? He's good, am I right?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes. Kurt looked like he wanted to strangle Sebastian, whose face also was very tensed. Luckily they separated now and each went to different directions.

"Look, Sam. It doesn't matter with whom I play. Guys will come and go. Girls probably, too. We have to find a solution that works around that."

"I know, right!? Just what I was saying. I'm not jealous, I totally know it's your work. So, you're on board with that agreement? No work-related jealousy?"

"I am on board with that", Blaine nodded. "So no interference anymore, okay?"

"Deal. Uh, well, about me and Rachel..."

"Can we talk more later? We have all day, right?" Blaine said since Sebastian was waving him to come to them.

"Sure. Yeah."

"Okay, bye. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Blaine hung up and put his phone away. The other three standing in a circle, waiting for him.

"Now, guys... What's going on?" he asked as he joined them.

"We all love each other now and decided to go to the playground! Yay!" Sebastian excitedly shook his fists.

"Oh, for heaven's sake..." Kurt began. He was interrupted by Blaine's ringing phone. He took a look at it, his mother was calling.

"Excuse me one more minute, okay?" he said to his friends and turned around again. "Hello, mum?"

"Oh, honey."

"Yeah?"

"Oh... Please sit down. I have bad news."

"Bad news?" Blaine tore open his eyes. "What?"

"It's your father, he... He had a heart attack."

"You're kidding", Blaine said reflexively. He went to the window sill and propped himself on it.

"Why would I be kidding about a thing like that?" his mother said with an impatient voice. "He was in the hospital last night but luckily is home again. The doctors prescribed him rest and peace but I can barely keep him from working. He needs distraction. When will you be coming home?"

"But he is okay, I mean, not in danger or something like that?" Blaine asked, his heart pounding and shock rushing through his system.

"For now, yes. But you can never know what happens, honey. Maybe this will be his last Christmas? It would be so nice to have the whole family together. And..." She sighed. "He asked for Sam, too. So if he could make it..."

Blaine put a hand to his chest and nodded. "Yes, yes, of course Sam can come, too." He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself and smiled. His father had asked for Sam in a situation that involved family and loves ones! He must really, really like him. Oh gosh. That was so... so... Blaine wiped a tear from his eye.

"I'm glad you called me, mum, thanks! Thank you. Can I talk to dad?"

"He's resting right now, and I'm just glad he hasn't smoked today", his mother said. Blaine frowned, had that supposed to be logical?

"Well, okay. I call again later then", he said.

"Yes, do that. Have a nice day, honey. Are you enjoying your Saturday? You don't work too much, do you?"

"I want to become a performer in New York. I have to work too much", Blaine said.

"But don't miss out on time with precious friends. It's so important!"

"Yeah..." Blaine cleared his throat. "I know that. It's okay, I'm seeing Sam later."

"Okay, well. So... give him my regards, will you? Goodbye, honey."

When the connection was interrupted Blaine stared at the phone. Had his mother just sent greetings to Sam? Was she finally starting to accept that Blaine was with him, and would always be? Wow.

"Blaine?"

Suddenly Kurt stood behind him. "Everything okay?"

Blaine shook his head, realising how weak his knees were.

"Bad news from home. My father is sick. I have to go."

Blaine grabbed his bag.

"But we haven't practised together yet", Sebastian complained. Blaine stopped on his way out, not sure what to do.

"Doesn't matter", Kurt said. "You can audition with Adam, right?"

"Uhm." Blaine pursed his lips. "Sure, I would, but I promised Sebastian..."

Kurt faked a smile that must have hurt him. "I can do that."

"You... actually would..." Blaine stared at his ex-boyfriend, who stared back. Even Sebastian was speechless for a few minutes. Then of course he started to complain.

"No fucking way."

"I'm sorry, I don't have time for all of that", Blaine said. "My father had a heart attack and I don't really..."

"Oh God! Is he alright?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded lightly.

"Of course you can't focus now. Go home", Kurt said. "We can resolve this issue later."

Blaine nodded again and just went out without looking at Adam or Sebastian. He had promised his friend to do this with him. And he would. But right now he had to sit down and sort out all of his thoughts.

Coming up on Tuesday: Sam comforts Blaine after the bad news he has gotten. Sam's mother calls, asking why he and Blaine (apparently) are over. Will Sam tell her the truth? Then, for a completely different reason, Sam needs a psychic. Maybe Rachel can help?