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Nightshift

Finally

Sam went back to the diner everyday for two weeks, spending hours in the same booth and holding on to a fragile string of hope that Blaine would walk in and finally Sam and Blaine would be reunited. The owner of the diner gave Sam a part-time job as a busser, which was barely enough money for Sam to use for his hotel room, food, his phone bill, and most recently, a cigarette addiction. Sam hated what his life had become. He felt the sticky self hatred coating his stomach and residing there, slowly morphing into a ball of despair and discontent that wouldn't leave.

On Thursday's Sam worked. He hated Thursday's. It was always slow and Sam would normally just stand in the back drawing comics of what he wished his life was like. Sam was a super hero, and nothing stopped him from saving Blaine from sure death. Even if his arch nemesis did have a sweet mustache like Snidely Whiplash.

"You're getting better and better at these." a voice came from behind Sam.

"Thank you Martha." Sam responded. Martha had always taken care of Sam since the day he walked into the diner looking for Blaine. She knew everything that had happened between Sam and Blaine, and she always told Sam that one day Sam and Blaine would find each other and be happy. She never let Sam give up and he was grateful for her.

"I need you're help son." Martha said.

"What's up?" Sam asked, not taking his eyes away from the artwork in front of him.

"We got a couple of tables out there that could use some help, you know I would do it, but my back isn't what it used to be."

"I know." Sam said with a smile as he stood up and looked at her. "I'll be there in two seconds."

"Thank you dear." Martha said as she walked through the door that separated the two halves of the diner. Sam just nodded, walked to the giant, metal contraption that housed the dishwasher and grabbed an ugly, brown bus tub before walking to the front where Martha was tending to the only table in the entire restaurant. Sam avoided contact with costumers as much as possible and the second he saw the four boys that occupied the booth he could tell that they were plastered. As Sam reached a table not far from where Martha was standing more evidence of their intoxication was made clear. Sam waited for Martha to leave before he looked at the table from the corner of his eye.

"That girl wasn't even pretty Puck." said a smaller hispanic boy.

"Bullshit! She was hot!" the one with the mohawk yelled, as Sam picked up dirty plates from the table. "She was just being a stuck up bitch."

"You told her you wanted to slap her ass…..with a whip." said another boy that had his back turned to Sam, obstructing his face, but Sam could see that he had big hair.

"Quit being all pissy Sebastian. It's not our fault that Blaine won't suck your dick."

Sam froze. His whole body went numb and his eyes unfocused. He must have misheard. There's no way the Puck kid just said that name,

"Blaine just doesn't know what he wants." Sebastian said. Sam heard it clearly this time.

They know Blaine. Sam thought. Maybe they know where Blaine is going to school. Maybe they all go to the same school. What if it's not the same Blaine though? How many Blaine's could there be in the world though, especially that live around here?

"Plus he's all depressing to be around." Puck said. "He's always moping around campus."

"Maybe he's in love with me and can't come to terms with it?" Sebastian said. "I wouldn't blame him."

Sam rolled his eyes, trying his hardest to go back to pretending he was actually doing something productive.

"I heard he used to work here." the smaller unnamed boy said, which caused Sam to drop the plate he had just picked up, syrup overtaking the table as his heartbeat took over his whole chest and his stomach tied into knots. Sam felt the boys look at him.

"You alright?" Puck asked with a slight chuckle. Sam couldn't respond. He was frozen his mind was moving so fast that he couldn't even properly decipher his thoughts.

"Dude." Puck's voice came again, more serious the second time. "Are you okay?" This time he stood up and took a few steps towards Sam. The first thing Sam could register was his heartbeat, then came the pain in his hand. He had somehow pressed his hand down on broken shards from the plate.

"What does Blaine look like?" Sam said. It was the only question that would come to his mind.

"Dude, you're bleeding." Puck said as he came closer.

"Please just answer the question." Sam said as he closed his eyes and controlled his tone of voice.

"Uh. Always wears a tie of some sort combs his hair back with a lot of gel. Kinda short." Sam closed his eyes again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." Sam said as he stood at his full height and grabbing the wet washcloth from his back pocket, covering his bleeding hand. He looked at Puck, who was a strange mixture of confused and concerned.

"Why are you so concerned about Blaine?" Sebastian spat as he stood as well and finally revealing his face. Sebastian was good looking, but Sam could tell he was loaded. He was good looking because of the money he had. Immediately, Sam didn't like Sebastian.

"We're old friends." Sam lied. Before he could even finish the sentence, he knew that Sebastian could see right through the lie.

"Really now?" he said as a grin appeared across his face. "How old?"

"A few years" Sam responded quickly.

"Hmm." Sebastian hummed thoughtfully. " I assume you've lost contact with him?"

Sam's heart jumped into his throat. "Unfortunately." he managed to regurgitate. "You wouldn't happen to know how I could get ahold of him?" Sam was trying way to hard to sound casual.

Sebastian looked at him for a second before he spoke. "I do actually."

Sam's heartbeat was so rapid he was positive everyone in the restaurant could hear it clearly.

"Do you have your phone with you?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes." Sam said, still trying to sound calm, but very aware that he was failing as he pulled his phone from his pocket. As Sebastian recited the numbers in a bored voice Sam typed them in with one shaking hand. As soon as Sebastian was finished Sam replaced his phone in his pocket and looked at Sebastian. "Thank you."

Sebastian looked at him with a pretentious smirk. "Yeah. Good luck.", and he walked back to his table, with Puck right behind him.

Sam walked quickly towards the door, very aware that Sebastian was watching him. "I'm going to smoke." he announced to Martha, not giving her time to respond as he rushed outside. As soon as the cool spring air hit Sam's face, he dug his phone, cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket, made a messy knot with the washcloth over his messy hand and lit a cigarette. He let the burning sensation take over his chest and throat for a split second before he sent the text he had been wanting to send for two years, checking it multiple times for spelling errors, self conscious of his dyslexia.

Hey Blaine. It's Sam from the diner. :) How are things?

Sam inhaled deeply as he hit the send button and stared at the busy highway as his stomach did somersaults while he waited for Blaine to finally respond.