Chapter three
One day of heading way too fast

Nobody really realizes it, but everyone in the world does the exact same thing, sometime during their day. Maybe not at the same time, because of time zones and such, but they all do it right before they go to sleep; the period that you're safely and warmly rolled up under your covers, on the verge of drifting off.

We think.

In an empty house, and especially after his breakup with Kurt, Blaine had often wondered if his ex-boyfriend had thought about him as he himself had done with the latter. The thought had somehow been comforting; thinking that, even though you're far – and actually – apart from one another, you still share some simultaneous actions. It had made him feel less lonely and sometimes he even fell asleep with a smile painted on his features.

And now he was wondering about that same thing again, but this time he was thinking of two other people. Two friends that had become more along the way. Two friends that Blaine was now dating. It excited him, knowing that he had had all the luck in the world. How often would a gay guy find two people to love? Two seemingly straight people, for heaven's sake. Although, they weren't exactly straight anymore…kind of because of him…no, that wasn't true. Without him, Puck and Sam would've fallen in love with each other anyway.

The boy sighed, turning onto his back for the fourth time that night, noticing that although his eyes were closed, he wasn't feeling tired at all. There were just so many new things going on and while they were something to be enthusiastic about, it was also really scary. Blaine feared that if things didn't turn out well, he would lose both of his friends and he would end up back in that dark hole he had been in a couple of months ago. He had vowed that he would never again make a fool out of himself in public that badly. His classmates had been making comments about it for weeks and, if he was really honest, the reason that they had forgotten about it had only been because of Sam's blackout. Obviously, he hadn't thanked the blond for it, because hey, that would've been really rude and senseless, but still, Blaine sometimes felt a bit like he owed his friend one, which was a bad feeling to have about someone when you were dating them.

But the option that scared Blaine the most was the one where Sam and Puck would get sick of him and would run off with each other. The same thing had kind of happened with Kurt, because – even though Blaine had crossed the line by cheating – he felt like he had become irrelevant to Kurt's life. It was the fear of fading into the background that motivated the curly haired teenager to try to stay in the spotlight so much. It may have been irrational, but it didn't seem that way to the boy. He sometimes thought that maybe he should try harder to secure his place with both Sam and Puck; show them his potential and why they would need him in their lives.

And on another side of Lima, Noah Puckerman was considering the same concept; potential. He had saved up some money in LA, but his savings were now about to run out. He had been able to postpone that dead end in his bank account for a long time, because he had been staying over at Blaine's, who had insisted Puck needn't pay for anything around the house, which included groceries.

But now Puck had to face the facts and make a decision in order to secure his future. He could go to college, but he didn't know what the hell to do there. He didn't much aspire to anything, and not nearly enough to muster up the energy to study for it. That left him with only one option: getting a job. Yet that option was also met with the same outcome. He just didn't know what to do. Getting back to his pool cleaning business didn't interest him as much anymore, for he had done it mostly for the beautiful older women he could have his little extras with. Now, with Blaine and Sam in the picture, that wouldn't work anymore. Besides, he really didn't want to anymore either. Another big step for the Puckasaurus, he knew. He knew he was changing even though he didn't really believe in the concept of change. Still, he was doing it and it hadn't fallen too hard on him at all yet. If anything, it had improved his lifestyle.

They say that one should always find a job that they would enjoy, no matter the pay. That's what the teachers at school had said, at least. Then again, one also needed qualities; things they were good at. Puck knew he was a hard worker, he didn't mind working a lot as long as he knew he was doing it for something. In this case, that would be for the money.

So what did he like? The old Puck liked partying and not caring, but as said before, he was becoming a new Puck. Thing was, the new Puck didn't really know what he liked doing yet. He liked to be around Blaine and Sam, but that was a given and not something he could make a job out of. Then again, he could ask money for his services…no. No, people didn't do that when they were in love. Okay, moving on. So what else?

A grunt sounded from deep inside the guy's larynx. This was fucking ridiculous. There had to be something, just one normal, materialistic thing that he could turn into an everyday thing.

This was something Sam was racking his brains over too, a particular thing that would have to become a daily function if his relationship with Blaine and Puck grew more serious. Something he should be very excited about in a very special way.

Sex.

The blond had never identified himself as a bisexual man, but he felt quite easy about it from the moment he figured it out. Still, that didn't mean he had already thought everything through, and now he was wondering how sex with a guy – let alone two guys – would be. Sure, of course he knew how a threesome worked and about the possibilities two guys have with each other, but that didn't mean that he know how to deal with them. He didn't even know if he would like getting a dick up his…yuck, gross, no. Wasn't that Blaine's thing, anyway? Then again…he was with Kurt, so Sam could imagine that the more girly of the two was the one who…wait, if he would let either Blaine or Puck do it to him, would that mean he was the girl too? The comic book-enthusiast scowled. He wasn't a girl. That was crazy.

But it was going to happen someday. If they were going to be in a relationship, there was going to be sex. There was no way in hell Puck would agree on being in a relationship without it. Speaking of Puck, Sam remembered his mohawked friend stating how he was 'all kinds of sexual', so did that mean that he had already done stuff with a dude? Oh, crap, Sam was going to be the only one without any male on male experience. Awesome. Add to that the fact that he was still a complete virgin anyway, and he had just entitled himself to the most uncomfortable and awkward first time in the history of first times. Typical Samuel Evans, always the one with the red blush on his cheeks. Great.

He grumbled and turned under his sheets, rolling onto his stomach. Then, he noticed a particular part of his body was slightly imprisoned against the mattress.

"At least the idea's appealing to one of us…" he muttered miserably to himself.

The next day was the first day of school of the week and while none of the three boys had slept very well, one of them seemed to be in a really good mood.

"Good morning, Samuel! I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up at the parking lot today, I had to go to the computer lab to print my English paper," Blaine announced cheerily, dropping his tray full of gross cafeteria food next to Sam's, who had been staring at his own disgustedly.

"That's alright," the blond replied, poking his fork into some mush that he couldn't really identify. "Puck walked me in anyway, he wanted to talk to Mr. Schue or something, I don't know."

Blaine frowned a bit, but then realized Noah had probably wanted to say hi and catch up with his old Glee Club director. He then noticed Sam's hesitative actions towards his food and smiled gently.

"Dinner at my place tonight?" he offered, placing his hand on Sam's knee under the table.

The taller one flinched and a violated look twisted its way onto his facial expression. "Dude, stop that, what if people see?" He hissed, moving his leg away.

Blaine grinned. "So what?"

"So…I don't…I'm not ready for more gossip. People are still rumouring that I'm trying to starve myself," Sam answered, his voice still low.

His friend's grin didn't disappear from his face; it had been part of his plan. The night before, he had come up with one quality he had over the other two boys; his acceptance of his sexuality. Blaine could become the secure one, the one who knew everything (well, enough) about being with another guy, the one that already had experienced a long term relationship, all things Sam and Puck didn't have. So he was going to be confident, fun, flirtatious, even. Anything to place his mark on their relationship; something he had probably failed the most at during their date a week and a half ago.

"Oh, come on," Blaine scoffed, "don't be so hard on yourself. At least you're still really hot, even with the weight loss."

Sam's eyebrows knitted together. "What…?"

"You know what I mean," his friend continued, "You still have a body to die for and face that I would really get onto…"

For a second, Sam thought that his ears were going to fall down his head and that his eyes were going to roll out of their sockets. "Blaine, dude, shut up!" he whispered again, cautiously looking around the lunchroom to see if anyone had overheard. "What the hell is going on with you?"

Blaine shrugged it off. "Nothing, just telling you how much I like you."

"Yeah? Well, maybe do that when we're in private. Or never, for that matter," Sam mumbled, averting his gaze back to his food.

The Anderson blinked a couple of times in confusion, but then smirked a little. Silence fell around them and it made Sam feel bad for getting irritated.

"Dinner at yours sounds great," he said.

In the meantime, Puck was back from his short visit to McKinley High and was now quick-temperedly clicking through the internet. Mr. Schuester had advised him to check out some websites with personality tests and career advice. Unfortunately, it wasn't really helping him much, because apparently Puck was very suitable for a job in the army or for some data processing company, which was most likely only an option because one didn't really require much experience or a degree to do it. Still, the Puckerman was impressed with how fucking incredible it was that all tests came up with the exact same thing; jobs he didn't even want to consider taking. He exclaimed a groan while his hands rubbed his temples. This shit was fucking useless. If anyone took these diagnoses seriously they were most definitely insane.

Luckily, his phone distracted him from his frustration and from the urge of throwing his keyboard out of the window. He opened the text, sent by Blaine, and snorted at it. It wasn't particularly weird or funny that the guy had announced they were having dinner at his place tonight, but the 'hot stuff' at the end of it surely was.

"Anderson's getting in over his head," he chuckled, shaking his head while he typed out a confirmation.

The rest of the afternoon at school was spent with a tensed up Sam, mainly caused by a very charming and complementing Blaine, so it didn't come as a surprise that the blond released a relieved sigh when the last bell rang; ending his final class.

In a hurry, he got to his locker, actually wanting to avoid his younger friend. Puck was waiting outside for him to take him home and to probably play videogames for a while until they had to go to the Anderson's mansion for dinner. He waved, smiling gently when he saw Noah inside his truck.

"Hey man, how was school?" Puck asked when Sam had settled into the passenger's seat and had buckled up.

"Alright, nothing special…" Said blond answered, nibbling on his bottom lip in hesitation before he took a deep breath, building up some needed courage. "Blaine's acting off, though."

The Puckerman snorted, grinning as he nodded. "Yeah, I've noticed. He called me 'hot stuff' earlier."

Sam gaped at the older teen, disbelief evident. "You're kidding! He has been giving me weird nicknames all day too. And he was very…touchy feely."

At that, Puck raised an eyebrow. "And you minded?"

"A bit, yeah," Sam answered truthfully, already feeling a bit self-conscious. "I just don't want anyone at school to find out already. I mean, we're not even in a relationship yet."

The mohawked guy visibly shuddered at the committal word. "No, we're not," he agreed briefly. "But don't worry about it, dude, he's probably just happy and shit."

"I guess so," Sam replied, staring out of the side window as he always did when he needed to think.

Both boys stayed quiet for a while until the passenger of the two once again dipped into his pool of bravery. "Hey, Puck…maybe this is an odd question, but, err…have you ever…done stuff…you know, with guys?" He nervously stared into his lap as he frowned at his own words.

Puck snorted. "Stuff?" he repeated, "Yeah, I've done 'stuff'".

"So you've…you know…"

"Dude, no," Noah instantly stated, "I've never fucked with a guy, but I did get a blowjob once. Gotta tell ya, much better than girls doing it to ya."

Sam nodded, his cheeks reddening from his friend's direct approach. "Ah…" was the only thing he could voice.

"Why you asking?"

"Just curious," the blond lied, shrugging it off casually. "What did you do all day?" he threw out, swiftly switching subjects.

"The usual," Puck replied, "did stuff around the house so that ma won't get pissed and will chill out." He didn't want to admit he had been looking for jobs, not when he hadn't had any success yet.

"Yeah? How was Mr. Schue?"

"Alright. The man sure is curious though," Puck grinned, "but it's nice to see that he actually cares about how you're doing. Not many people sincerely do, y'know?"

Sam nodded, his mind already trailing off to the same line of thought he was following the night before. The realization that he really was the most inexperienced one sexually made him feel so anxious about it and he couldn't help but think he wouldn't have felt that way if it was going to be with a girl. His first time was going to be with guys, with dicks, and…he had one of those. He should know what to do with them, but what if it turned out he didn't? Then he would come across like a complete moron and his friends would probably either laugh at or pity him, which would only make him feel even more embarrassed.

But spending the late afternoon with Puck distracted him from those thoughts; instead igniting some friendly competition between the two over their shooting game. Sam couldn't help but laugh when he beat his friend, who was still an awful loser.

However, once at Blaine's, the thoughts came back again.

"Good evening, my handsome lovers," the youngest one said as he opened the door, a wide smirk on his face, "I've bought the supplies, so all that's left is the cooking."

"Already on it," Puck said, patting Blaine on his shoulder as he walked past him, completely ignoring the boy's greeting words.

"Great," Sam said as he got inside, not daring to touch his smallest friend.

Blaine closed the door, the smirk remaining on his lips. He had noticed Sam's discomfort, but it boosted his confidence. He had expected his friends to be a bit uneasy at first, for he was showing them a completely different side of himself.

"So what are we having?" Noah asked, already nosing through the refrigerator.

"Well, I was thinking a nice salad with black olives, orange, chicken and pesto," Blaine answered, nudging his friend away so that he could get the ingredients out. Afterwards, he turned to Sam. "What do you think?"

"Sounds good," the blond answered, thankful.

"Awesome. Let's get cracking then," Puck replied, rubbing the palms of his hands together. He was hungry as fuck.

As had become usual, Sam was situated at the dining table while Blaine and Puck prepared dinner. The two hadn't let a day pass without sticking to their plan of getting Sam better and found that they actually had fun doing it. They would make jokes and talk about their days as always; the exercise proving both familiar and soothing. During dinner, there wasn't anything else in the world, just the three guys being friends, even now that they were dating. Sure, there was a tension coating the atmosphere, but it was a nice one.

Or at least one they had all grown comfortable with. However, Blaine was adding more heat to the steadily warming kettle now with all his flirting and while Puck laughed it away, Sam grew more conscious about what was actually going on. Their friendship had been replaced by something bigger and it was starting to freak him out. He even had to admit that he didn't like the Blaine he was seeing. Even before the developments he hadn't minded Blaine being gay, but as of that day he was coming on so strongly that it made Sam want to be as far from him as possible.

"Noah, this is amazing!" Blaine almost moaned when he had taken a bite from the meal.

"Thanks, bro," Puck grinned, proud of himself. "You good?" he asked Sam.

"Yeah, it's nice…" the latter nodded absentmindedly.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked for reassurance, worry displayed in his eyes as he laid his hand on his friend's shoulder.

Sam swallowed. "Yeah, I'm sure," he affirmed, moving away from the touch.

Puck saw and frowned, quickly exchanging a puzzled look with Blaine, asking him if something had gone down between the two of them with just his eyes. The other one just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, which wasn't really an answer to Puck's question. He – of course – didn't leave it at just that. "What's going on? Why did you wince?"

Sam's eyes widened. "I-I didn't."

"Yeah, you did," Puck scoffed.

"I…I just…it wasn't…"

"You did it at lunch today too," Blaine quickly added, "but then you said it was because you didn't want people to notice. There aren't any people around now."

Sam gulped, shaking his head once so that his blond bangs fell in front of his eyes. "I know, I just…"

"You just what?" Puck pushed on his other side.

"I…"

"You don't like it when I touch you?" Blaine wondered.

"It's not that, really…"

"Then what is it?"

"Yeah, dude, what is it?"

Then the truth hit Blaine and he backed away a bit. "You don't like me anymore, do you?"

"What?" Sam looked up.

"You don't like it when I touch you, because you've fallen out of love with me," Blaine assumed, crushed, putting down his cutlery before he rested his head in his hands. "Great."

"Blaine, no…what are you talking about…?" the blond asked guiltily.

"I've been complementing you all day and you've been nothing but weird about it," the boy explained, waving his hand at Sam accusingly.

"No, but that's not…it's not because I don't like you any-"

"Then what is it?!" Blaine interrupted harshly.

"I…I've been thinking of…I…" Sam stuttered awkwardly.

"I knew this was going to happen. It was the same with Kurt. People just suddenly aren't interested in me anymore." The tone in Blaine's voice had now turned more morose.

"No! No, Blaine, you're taking it totally the wrong way," Sam tried to convince him, "it's just that I've been thinking about having sex with you and Puck and I've never done that with guys before and I'm just afraid that I will do it wrong and won't know how to behave and what to do and stuff and I just…"

"You've been thinking about having sex?" Blaine lit up, already wanting to go through with it, seeing another opportunity to place his mark on the relationship.

"Well, yeah, but just about how it would be and I'm kind of feeling scared about it."

"But, Sam, it's nothing to be scared about. It's a completely normal thing. It's sex," Blaine said, "it's exciting."

"Yeah, but…"

"Can the both of you please calm the fuck down," Puck suddenly got in between them, his raised voice instantly ending the rapidly growing conversation. "What the hell are you guys talking about?! We've been on one fucking date for God's sake. There is no sex nor is there falling out of love with one another. Jesus Christ, you two fucking promised me to take it slow. Is this taking it slow?!"

Blaine and Sam blinked at their friend, and then looked at each other when it hit them. "No…" they answered harmoniously.

"Exactly," Puck went on, "so while you two fuckers have been heading way too fast, I for one was actually thinking about stuff that was actually fucking relevant to where we are now."

"What have you been thinking about?" Sam asked, cocking his head to the side a little.

"Something completely normal and that hasn't got anything to do with us, you idiots. My God, I can't believe what assholes you two are. We were going to take this one step at a time and all of a sudden you're freaking out about sex and being left out. Well, lemme tell you something, it's way too fucking early," Puck raged, an upset look on his face.

"…Yeah…but that didn't really answer my question…" Sam responded innocently.

"Yeah, Noah, what has been on your mind," Blaine added.

"Getting a job," Puck finally answered.

Blaine's and Sam's eyebrows shot up simultaneously, both boys surprised by the admission.

"That's right," the mohawked man said, "but without any luck yet. I don't know what I want to do or what I will be good at." He didn't realize how amazing it was that, without his friend even asking, he had still went against his instinct not to tell them what he had been doing that day. He couldn't have any secrets from them anymore.

"Have you considered becoming a chef?" Sam offered out of nowhere in an obvious tone.

Puck's jaw dropped an inch. "A chef?"

Blaine smiled in satisfaction. "You're a great cook, Noah."

The oldest one blinked and looked around the kitchen; at the mess he had made on the counter and at the plate in front of him. "Holy shit…" he said softly, before he lit up, "I fucking am!"

Author's Note: Don't forget to review! :3