A/N I'm sorry the updates are taking so long nowadays. I'm afraid that won't change but I do promise to end this fic, it has a special place in my heart! Also there's only one chapter left after this. The Wedding will take place then, not in this chapter, I'm sorry but they still had to do stuff.


Sam adjusted the neck of his tie and wrung his hands.

"Why are you nervous?" Rachel asked.

"Because I'm wearing a tuxedo."

"So?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's like I'm getting married already!"

Now Rachel rolled his eyes, and dragged him into the auditorium of NYADA.

"We'll have a nice day", she said. "Our friends are graduating, then we'll go eat in a fancy restaurant and everyone will be happy."

"I can't stop thinking about it, you know, getting married", Sam said.

"You don't say. Oh, there are the Andersons and the Hummel-Hudsons!"

Rachel waved them and made her way through the crowd towards them.

Sam could hardly keep up with her.

"The Day is coming faster than you think!", he told her.

"Do you think the Hummel-Hudsons are glad to see me, their future daughter-in-law?" Rachel asked.

"But Finn is with…"

"There you aaarrreee!" Rachel screamed and hugged Caroline, then Burt.

Sam greeted his own future parents-in-law first.

"You know, The Day is approaching pretty fast", he told his FMIL (future-mum-in-law).

"Yes, yes", she said. "Show me your ring again."

Sam did. Finally someone who listened.

"We should get seated", Mr. Anderson said, and simply walked away.

"Save us some seats", Mrs. Anderson shouted after him.

"Are you nervous, Sam?", she then asked.

"Hell yeah, I can't sleep since we set the date."

She nodded.

"When we're back home, remember me to give you some valerian."

"What's that?"

"Something to help you sleep."

"I don't do drugs, mum."

Mum. Uuuh.

"It's one hundred percent herbal."

"Many drugs are."

"Oh come on, it's harmless!"

"I need to talk with Blaine before I make that important decision."

A gong sounded through the auditorium, the universal signal that in five minutes the curtain would be lifted.

Sam sat patiently through the whole speeches, his phone ready on his knees. When Blaine came on stage he filmed it, of course, never taking the focus off his fiancé.

Blaine wore a blue graduation dress like all the students but he still stood out. His eyes were beaming, his voice was warm and sweet and his movements were full of grace.

"Amazing grace", Sam whispered, nodding to himself. The wedding would be good, he felt it in his bones.

"…and had the best time here, really. My thanks and appreciation go to my parents, my friends and of course my awesome fiance, Blaine finished his speech.

"Omg! Orgasm alert", Sam said into the phone micro.

Rachel's ellbow drove into his side.

"Ouch! Watch your weird movements!", Sam complained.

"Just shut up", Rachel hissed.

Silently judging her, Sam kept filming how Blaine left the stage. When the darkness had swallowed him Sam put his phone away and got up.
"Excuse me, excuse me… excuse me. Sorry. Can I… thank you. Excuse me, Sir."

He made his way through the sitting people and eventually arrived at the stairs that he went down. But this auditorium was different to McKinley's and Sam stood in front of a closed door instead of having open access backstage.

So Sam left the auditorium and stood in a hall. No one was here, it was downright spooky. But there was a door farther down, so he went to it and opened it.

Bingo! Many blue graduate students where here, like some kind of blue minions.

"Blaine!" Sam called out. Nobody even looked at him although he was the only one dressed in black, clearly not one of them. He might as well be a minion of the villain of their boss. Still, nobody took notice of him as he made his way through the crowd.

Blaine was done with NYADA. Sam had finished his second college year with grades way better than he ever had ever before, it was a mircale. A miracle that Blaine had made happen due to his strict order that Sam wasn't allowed to take on any after school jobs and was only allowed to focus on his homework with lots of breaks. Also, the reward for having gotten at least a C in any test was extraordinary and actually motivated Sam to study for this shit.

Yeah, when he thought about it, Blaine was the miracle that had made his life so much better. Sometimes Sam still couldn't believe Blaine had agreed to marry him. It was so awesome, way too awesome for this world. But he wouldn't question it and take what he could.

"Blaine, sweety, honey, you were so great!" Sam called when he finally saw his fiance. Before the other saw it coming Sam pressed him against his body.

"So proud!", he said.

"Thank you, Sam. I'm proud, too", Blaine answered.

"I filmed every second of your speech", Sam said, retreating a bit.

"Hello Sam, nice to see you, too", Kurt said.

Sam looked up and saw that other people were here, too. Kurt and Sebastian, actually, who also had graduated.

"Yes, hi, hi meercat", Sam said.

"We don't call him that anymore", Kurt said, while Sebastian greeted back by winking and pointing a finger at Sam.

"Well, I won't call him 'sexy beast' or whatever nickname you have for him these days", Sam said.

"But you secretly think it", Sebastian said.

"I do not!"

"Look at us. We're all gay", Sebastian said, ignoring Sam's rejection.

"So?" Kurt asked.

"I mean, it's only a question of time until our first foursome orgie. We might as well get it over with now", Sebastian said.

"No way!", Sam said.

"Are you out of our mind?", Blaine asked.

Kurt only rolle his eyes.

"Don't listen to him. The day Sebastian stops making inapropriate dirty jokes is the day we all meet at his funeral."

"And you will miss it", Sebastian said.

"Yes, I will", Kurt admitted, and kissed the other briefly.

"So weird", Sam said.

"Oh, I'm used to it by now. Tell me, what did my parents say?" Blaine asked.

Sam told him how proud the Andersons were although only Carla had uttered such words. But Blaine's father's eyes had said it as well, Sam was an expert in interpreting it.

"Did Blaine tell you about our plans?" Kurt interrupted.

"I didn't come to it", Blaine said.

"Oh, well, Sam, hold your breath. You will be amazed. It's the perfectest thing you've ever heard of. Are you prepared?"

Sam frowned.

"Well, since I never cut my ties to Vogue and, as you probably recall but I'll gladly freshen your mind, I changed courses at NYADA to fashion design and that's why I only graduated now instead of last year, those are pretty much the reasons Vogue offered me a full time job as a fashion managers personal assistent, and, even better, I could talk the designer I'm working with into taking on Sebastian as a model! We'll be working in Milan in only a few weeks! How exiting is that, right, right?"

"Yes", Sam managed to say while being shaken by Kurt.

"It's totally great", Sebastian confirmed. "Why, I'm so glad Kurt found his true calling instead of hunting the Broadway spotlight because Rachel told him to."

"I never did anything because somebody told me so", Kurt complained.

Sam used the distraction of their friends to pull Blaine further away from them.

"They are crazy", Sam said. "I mean I like them but I can only deal with their nervous energy for so long if you know what I mean."

"I do know." Blaine smiled. He put his hands on Sam's shoulders and lightly stroked over the texture.

"This tuxedo suits you really well", he said. "And I can't help but imagine you in front of an altar."

"Right?" Sam grinned. "I feel like that, too. Man, can't the wedding be tomorrow already?"

"Oh, no, we need those two weeks, that's nothing! There's still so much to organize. And we gotta move in to our new apartment, too."

"I know, I know. Still. I can't wait."

"Aw, me too."

They went outside to meet all the parents in the reception room. All except for the Smythes. Until this day no one knew if Sebastian had actual parents or not. He claimed his father was a famous laywer but that didn't explain the absence of his mother. Evil tongues had spread the rumor that she was a heavily intoxicated woman all the time and if that was true Sam would pity Sebastian. That probably was why he didn't tell anyone in the first place, Sebastian and receiving pity didn't go well together.

When the three graduates with two couple of parents and Sam then went to a nearby fancy restaurant, Burt and Christopher announced that they'd share the expenses between them.

"That's how I like it", Sam told his fiance with whom he held hands while they walked to their table. "You having succes and me getting a free meal."

Blaine laughed and squeezed his hand.

"Hey, you were successful, too, getting so easily to the final year of College."

"I could never have done it without you."

"And I not without you."

"Let's sit at the other end of the table from where Sam and Blaine sit", Kurt said to Sebastian. "I can't stand that much fluff. It's bad enough we don't have an excuse to skip their wedding."

"Uhm, we're right next to you, we can hear you", Blaine said.

"I was hoping you did. Because some people will want to eat, turn it down a notch, will you?"

"No!" Sam said.

Shaking his head Blaine sat down.

"Incredible how insensitive some people are", he said, while Kurt actually dragged Sebastian away from them.

"Do they think that bickering is all there is to love or what?" Sam said.

"I think they both like to appear tough and all, only saying loving words in private."

"Well, I say them all the time", Sam decided. He bent to Blaine and kissed his cheek.

After the meal Kurt and Sebastian went their own way, while all the others got to the airport. Blaine had moved out of his dorm some time ago already, and nothing kept him in New York now.


Once again back at living at his parents, if only for a week, Blaine didn't feel like he had just graduated from his dream college and that it had been three years since he had left high school. Time flew by, it really was true.

"Now only Finn's graduation tomorrow and then we've got some nice free time", Sam said, throwing himself onto Blaine's bed.

"Not that free, remember we have to pack our things, move, unpack and then actually get married", Blaine said. He carefully put his graduation dress into his cupboard, and sat the hat on the window sill next to a plant as a reminder of his success. The world of theater and musical was waiting for him!

"But there's not much to pack, and the wedding is the best thing that will happen in the history of earth, so, yeah, we have a great time ahead of us."

"I didn't say it wouldn't be." Blaine grinned and sat down next to Sam, placing a hand on his knee just to touch him. He felt so safe and warm inside when they were close to each other.

"What are you thinking of?" Sam asked.

"Oh, you know, or you wouldn't ask."

"It's not my fault when you stare absently but grinningly at my crotch."

"I wasn't looking at your crotch!"

"Yes, you were! And I get it. It's been a while."

"Since the weekend it's been a while?"

"Yes."

Blaine sighed. He had not succeeded in keeping up the rule 'no sex in the house of my parents especially when they and/or any guests are present'. But how could he when Sam wasn't exactly helping this case.

"My parents are back now", Blaine explained the situation. His parents had gone a few days earlier to New York for this thing they wanted to try, called 'having fun', so he and Sam had had the weekend for themselves, most of the time at least.

"I can be quiet."

"No. No, you can't. And it's against the rule, I mean, we can wait for one more week, right, and then we'll have our own place again."

"Yes, about that. Shouldn't we be moving in together only after we're married?" Sam scratched his hin.

Blaine frowned.

"We lived together before."

"Still."

"So you would want me to stay here and only move into the new apartment after the wedding?"

"Uh…" Sam frowned at the ceiling, thinking heavily. "Would that mean we'd have to wait two weeks before having sex again?"

"Yes. But actually, didn't we plane on some abstinence before the wedding, anyway?"

"What? No! I would never agree that such nonesense."

"Next time when we agree on something we should write it down because one day later you already can't remember it."

"Tsa. I rememberd to wait five years before proposing, didn't I?"

"Uhm, no. We've been together for less than three years."

"Oh."

Blaine got up and looked for something to write. Yes, it actually was a good idea to keep the tease up until the wedding night. It would make it even more special instead of being another night in their lives.

He sat down on the desk to write a 'contract'. Meanwhile Sam starte to hum, a sound that soon was accompanied by his guitar.

"You inspire me to so many songs, honestly, Blaine", Sam said after a while.

"That's good. Write them all down."

"Ugh, writing."

Blaine turned around in his chair.

"Are you saying you don't ever write down any songs that come to your mind? Because I heard some great melodies there…"

"Yeah, no, I hate writing."

"Still, Sam, I think it's important for yourself. To have songs on paper, to remember then and maybe, for example, in the future sing them to our children as the soundtrack to our story?"

"Oh. Yeah… when you put it that way it does sound important."

"You can use a computer to write, if that's easier."

"Thanks, babe, I think I'll try that."

Blaine smiled and held Sam's eyes for a while. Oh yes, their future would be as bright as nothing before.

"I've prepared something here." Blaine got up and brought the contract to Sam. The blond took it.

"Contract between Blaine Anderson and Sam Evans to not sleep with each other until they are officially husband and husband", he read. "How stupid is that?"

"And look, below that…" Blaine pointed at the paper.

"Also, they will live separately until the very night of their wedding, with Blaine Anderson staying at his parents house while Sam Evans moves into their apartment in Columbus, hell no, Blaine, what the frick?"

Blaine nodded.

"It's super romantic, believe me."

Sam put his guitar aside and held out his hand.

"Give me a pen, then. It is stupid but it only is two weeks, after all, and I'm no animal. Where do I sign?"

Blaine showed him. When it was Blaine's turn to sign, he grinned.

"You know, this is probably the last time I sign anything with the name Anderson", he said. "After that, I'll write Blaine Evans."

"Sounds about right." Sam glided to him and put his mouths to Blaine's neck.

"We can make out, right?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah… yeah, there's nothing to say against some nice kisses." Blaine nodded. He put the paper aside and gave in to Sam's warmth. He let his hands glide over his boyfriend's firm chest and back, always happy to come home to the intimacy they had with each other. He forgot the world and that there were other people in it and enjoyed the feeling of their bodies connecting in their own way. And their souls, always yearning for each other, melted together with sweet relief.

"You know", Sam said, pulling away for a bit. "We could have a TV show called 'The Evans Family'. Get it, like Adams Family but way cooler."

"What." Blaine slowly opened his eyes, refusing to let go of the magic of the moment.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "So cool."

Blaine sighed and rolled away.

"Way too ruin the mood."

"What?"

Blaine shook his head and yawned. The day had been long.

"I could use a massage", he said to Sam who didn't take his eyes from Blaine.

"Naked?"

"No. With clothes on. And then we eat and sleep… oh, you should go home for the night."

"What? Why?"

"Remember the contract we signed five minutes ago?"

"It doesn't say anything about sleeping in different beds."

"It says not to sleep with each other and when we wake up in the same bed it's easy to forget it."

Sam looked disbelievingly at him.

"And", Blaine added. "It says not to live with each other. You spending every night here is almost like living together."

"You're serious. You're actually serious and insane, so insane. Good to find out before the wedding."

Blaine took Sam's hand.

"Come on. Two weeks. You said yourself, that's nothing."

Sam sighed deeply. "Yes. I did. I'm insane, too. Wow, we fit together really well."

"We do", Blaine affirmed. They kissed briefly.

"Well, I get going then", Sam eventually said.

"What about my massage?"

"Oh, no, it might be too tempting."

"Are you punishing me?"

"Nooo, I would never do that. Ever." Sam got up. "But for the record, we both have to suffer here. That's all I'm saying."

Blaine shook his head but returned Sam's grin until the other had left the room.

Suddenly given alone-time, Blaine fell down on his bed and closed his eyes. Sam was really the best human being that existed on this planet. Such a great person.

Blaine got sleepy, so he got ready for bed. But when he realised he had to sleep alone he already regretted his stupid contract idea. It would be cold. No one there to cuddle up. Damn. Those two weeks wold get longer than he had thought.


On the day they brought their stuff to the apartment in Columbo it was raining dogs. They rented a small transporter to get Blaine's bed, the desk and some cupboards over there. It wasn't much so they only needed to drive there once, and took two friends with them to help with the carrying.

Rachel had been very disapointed when she had heard there wasn't enough space in the transporter for her, too, but Blaine suspected she only wanted to help because Finn would be there and this helping would rather look like disturbing the peace and standing in the way. That was why he wasn't too sad to give her the news.

Finn was a proud graduate now, too, and on the way to Columbus he explicitly told them about his plans.

"I applied for jobs at three High Schools but of course Mr. Schue immediatly took me on. Did you know he's the principal of McKinley High now? He was so glad to offer me a teaching job and I was glad to take it", Finn said.

"Cool, man", Sam said.

"Yes, I'm glad for you." Blaine nodded.

"Where are you going to live?" Sam asked. "Now you're a grown-up you can't stay with your parents, right?"

"Uhm…" Finn exchanged a look with Marley. She slightly nodded.

"Okay, guys, but this has to stay between us. We were not planning to steal your wedding thunder."

"Marley is pregnant!" Sam shouted and hit on the glove compartment.

"I knew it!", he exclaimed.

Blaine on the other hand had known it would be wisest if he would drive.

"Uhm, no. We haven't had sex yet, remember?" Finn said.

"Oh! Like me and Blaine, then." Sam threw his fiance a fake reproachful look.

"Uh, what?" Finn asked.

"First tell us about you", Blaine said.

"We have decided to move in together", Marley said. "But only in a year after I have graduated, too."

"Wow, congratulations", Blaine said. "That sounds great."

"Oh, and also we're going to get married then", Finn added.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? How coool!" Sam freaked out while Blaine repeated his congratulations.

"Rachel is going to be so pissed", Sam said a little too gleeful.

"Why?" Marley asked.

"She still acts like she and Finn are going to end up together. I told her the truth but she wouldn't listen", Sam explained.

"That's weird", Finn said. "We sometimes talk on the phone and she's always friendly, nothing else."

"Now you know."

"But you're not wearing a ring, Marley?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, because it's not offical", she said. "We just talked and then… kind of thought that's how we do it."

"You plan on getting engaged?" Sam asked with a big frown on his fore head.

"It's not as lame is it sounds!" Finn said. "Marley made me such a patient man, it's really cool how romantic waiting can be."

"Huh." Sam bit his lip and glanced at Blaine who encourangly smiled a tiny 'told-you-so' smile.

"Blaine and I haven't had sex in a week!" Sam blurted out. "I was frustrated like hell and just angrily shot my stuff against pictures of him but -"

"Euw!" Marley said.

"Maybe now I will try to feel the romance of it", Sam concluded.

"A week? That's nothing, that's baby stuff", Finn laughed.

"Well, it's another week to go", Blaine said. "And it will turn you into a patient man, too, Sam."

"It better does since you're not even moving in with me in this new, foreign town where I don't know anybody."

"Wait, what?" Finn asked.

"Yes, only after the wedding", Blaine affirmed. "Which is in one week. I think you can manage on your own for one week, Sammy Sweetie."

"But we took Blaine's furniture…" Finn said, obviously confused.

"I need something to use, don't I?", Sam said. "Blaine will have to sleep on his parents' couch. Everyone has to suffer here."

"Yes", Blaine said, and constricted from reminding Sam again that in his parent's house were actually two empty bed rooms with furniture in them left.


"It's a great apartment", Marley said. "The street is quiet but you can walk into the city. It's a clean neighborhood, too, never underappreciate that."

"I won't", Sam promised her.

"You have a nice view out into the park from the bedroom", Marley continued.

"Thanks for telling me."

"Aren't you excited?"

"No, I mean, yes, but it feels weird to know Blaine will leave with you. I don't like it. Why can't he stay at least the first night?" Sam complained.

"Ask him?"

"Ph. Then he thinks I'm not man enough to be on my own."

"Really?"

"No, not really. But maybe I think that."

"Well, you have to decide between masculinity and jumping over your shadow, then", Marley said and went to the door. Before Sam could think deeply about it she turned around again.

"Hey, I'm a great advice giver. Did you know that I was the one suggesting Finn should get a teacher license? And we weren't even together back then."

"Wow… cool", Sam said what he expeted she wanted to hear.

Then he was left alone and he sat down on Blaine's bed. His cupboard was here, too, and before it on the ground was Sam's single bag with his stuff. Marley was right, the street was quiet and this was what Sam feared he would hear at night with no one else in the flat. He nad never really lived on his own anywhere.

Not fair.

The left ajar door slowly opened.

"Hey", Blaine said. "What's going on?"

Sam tore open his eyes. Blaine knew something was going on, that was the proof! They were psychically and mentally connected, they had super powers with each other!

"Marley said you need to talk to me?" Blaine said, coming further in.

Oh.

That didn't change anything.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to be alone on the first night in our apartment", Sam said without having planned it. Apparently masculinity didn't matter to him anymore.

"Totally understandable." Blaine said down next to him and took his hand.

"The car only needs to be taken back tomorrow, too", Sam said. "You could totally stay."

"Yeah… Should I?"

"Yes."

"Okay then."

"For real?"

"Yes, I mean, we did this contract for building up tension, not for torturing each other, right?"

"Thank you, Blaine!" Sam threw himself on his fiance, soon to be husband.

"And for the record, I still think we have super powers with each other", he mumbled into Blaine's stiff collar.

"We totally do", Blaine confirmed.

"See? I didn't even have to tell you what I was talking about."

"Well, what are you talking about?"

"You know, babe. Deep down, you know." Sam patted Blaine's chest, then rested a hand on his beating heart. So precious, so safe.

"Let's go eat, I ordered pizza. And then someone has to think about how Finn and Marley get back", Blaine said.

"Oh, they can call a cab."

"That's going to be expensive."

"Sleep in the transporter?"

"They can stay here", Blaine suggested. "This way, we can have a nice house warming party already."

Luckily for Sam, their friends agreed to this spontaneous sleepover at an almost empty aparment, so his head was free for the next worry - the wedding was approaching fast. Hopefully everything would work out like planned!


Coming up next: Don't miss the final chapter!