Sam Evans wasn't stupid. Yes, he didn't get the greatest grades in school but he wasn't stupid when it came to people. He could be called naive but he knew how to read people really well. It came with experience. If you had the life like Sam had it became pretty easy to just look at someone and know who they were at their core. Dating Quinn taught him a thing or two about relationships. Did he love her? Sure, a part of him felt like he did. They used each other, no one could deny that. What hurt the most was when she cheated on him with Finn. The first girl to see the real Sam and she upped and moved on.

Santana. She came into his life at a time where he was lost and wounded. Everyone knew the purpose of their relationship. She wanted to be Queen B at McKinley and he just needed a distraction from the drama of his previous relationship. The only thing they had in common was that they were in love with other people. It came as no surprise when they ended and she eventually moved on to Brittany. It was fun while it lasted and it was exactly what Sam needed to remind him that he was still young and deserved to have a little fun. Before the school year was over he had moved on anyway.

Mercedes Jones. Even still her name alone can make Sam's heart skip a beat. No one expected them to be together let alone work out as well as they did. She showed him what true love was. They were separated while he was in Kentucky but that never stopped him from thinking about her every chance he got. When they reunited he had the obstacle of Shane to overcome but he did. Watching her grow into the woman she was now was the proudest moment of Sam's life. He knew he had leant a hand in her chasing her dreams to Los Angeles. Like most couples that surrounded them, the distance was too much to bare for their relationship. Sam was grateful that they remained friends.

Brittany was the second girl he could say he was truly in love with. They were great friends beforehand so it just naturally turned into a romantic relationship. They'd both been dumped by their first loves and sought solace with each other. Their relationship had its fair share of obstacles. Santana being the main one, but she even knew when to back away. The marriage, or the fake one, wasn't one of Sam's proudest moments. The world was about to end and he just needed to end it with the one person he loved most in the world. Their break up was just straight up embarrassing. Via text message and in front of the whole choir room. She did have her reasons though even if they were bizarre and unorthodox. Brittany leaving for college still stings Sam a little till this day.

"What you drawing?"

Sam looked up from his sketch pad at Blaine who was lying on his bed. "Just sketching. I don't want to get rusty before next semester."

"We're pathetic," Blaine sighed. "Tina's at the gym and here we are doing absolutely nothing."

"I'm sketching," Sam reminded him and went back to his book.

Blaine heaved himself off his bed and sat next to Sam on his. He peaked over his friends shoulder at his drawing. "Who is that?"

"No one," he shyly replied and moved so his back was facing Blaine.

"Sam."

"It's Tina," Sam gave in way too easily. "I'm trying to sketch her from memory."

"Sam," Blaine repeated.

Sam placed his sketchbook on the side table and turned to face his friend right in the eye. "Can we please drop it. For my sake at least?"

"I'm just trying to help," he tried to reason with his friend.

"And I'm just trying to figure things out," he countered. "Just stop prying and let me make my own mistakes. You weren't around when I dated Quinn or Santana and trust me when I say that I made plenty of mistakes with them."

Blaine rested his head against the headboard with a defeated sigh. "Fine. I just really want my two best friends to be happy especially if it's with each other."

Sam stood up and clapped his hands. "That's it! The three of us are going out tonight to shake you of this funk you're clearly in."

"Am not."

"Yea, you are," Sam nodded at him. "When was the last time we all went out? Just the three of us. Drinking and dancing."

"I don't know Sam," Blaine replied skeptically.

"Text Tina and tell her the details," Sam ordered. "Tonight Blaine Anderson is going to remember what being a teenager is all about."

Hours later the three friends were standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor. They were sandwiched together due to the sheer volume of people surrounding them. The music was booming out of the speakers as people bumped and grind around them. This obviously wasn't a scene Blaine was use to. He did promise Sam that he would at least try and enjoy himself for his sake. Sam rejoined them moments later with drinks for them.

"To a night of fun!" He shouted over the music.

"To fun," Blaine and Tina chorused.

After a few more drinks all three friends were actually starting to enjoy themselves. Blaine even had the courage to ask the seemingly only other gay guy to dance. Somewhere between the third and fourth shot of whiskey he had lost sight of Sam. Some perky blonde caught his eye and he hadn't seen him since. Tina was his rock though, staying by his side as much as possible. She was having fun too, she danced with Blaine a few times before she decided that dancing alone was more fun.

"I need air!" She called to Blaine and pointed towards the door.

"Want me to come with you?" He asked.

Tina shook her head and slowly maneuvered her way through the crowd and out the door to grab some much needed fresh air. As soon as she stepped outside she felt the alcohol hit her system. Maybe taking straight shots of whiskey with your friends wasn't such a brilliant idea.

"Tina?"

Tina stirred as she reluctantly opened her eyes. "Blainey Days? What time is it?"

"Some time past four," he yawned. "Can I crash with you, Sam brought that blonde home and I really don't need to see a show tonight."

"Dear God," she groaned in frustration. "Hop in."

Blaine slid into the bed and rested his head against Tina's. "Thanks T."

"We're totally having a roommate meeting tomorrow," she sighed and closed her eyes as she faintly began to hear the escapades happening in Sam's room. "This is ridiculous."

"Here," Blaine handed Tina her phone which was on the bedside table. "Music to drown the noise out."

"Ridiculous," Tina muttered and placed the earbuds in. "Good luck sleeping boo."

Blaine lightly laughed at her attempt at a joke. "You too Ting Ting."

The next morning Tina tried to get over the fact that she hardly got any sleep the night before. She was in desperate need of coffee, luckily they finally broke down and bought a coffee machine a few days earlier. She didn't feel hungover from all the heavy drinking the night before, she just needed to stay awake.

"The coffee ready yet?"

Tina spun around at the unfamiliar voice. "Excuse me?"

"Is the coffee ready yet?" The blonde girl repeated.

Tina just stared at the girl, utterly confused. She looked like she belonged in their kitchen wearing nothing but the same shirt Sam wore to the club the night before. Well, she was sadly mistaken.

"You know what," the girl began and could sense the tension in the room. "Why don't I just wait till Sam wakes up. I'm sure the coffee will be done by then."

"Great idea," Tina replied through a clenched jaw. She couldn't hit a complete stranger, could she?

Blaine walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes still exhausted from the night before. "Everything okay?"

"Peachy," Tina smiled. She eyed the strange blonde girl who slinked her way back into Sam's room. "I dislike her very much."

"You don't even know her!" Blaine laughed as he sat at the kitchen table.

"Exactly!" Tina pointed out. "She comes in here wearing nothing but Sam's shirt and demands coffee."

"Tina," Blaine began in a soothing voice. He pushed a chair back indicating that he wanted her to sit which she reluctantly did. "Are you more upset that she demanded coffee from you or that she hooked up with Sam?"

Tina sighed and rested her head in her hands for a brief moment to collect her thoughts. "It's just unfair. We went out because it was Sam's idea and he just bails on us for her."

"Part of going out does sometimes involve finding random strangers to hook up with," he explained with a sympathetic laugh.

"I never get what I deserve," she whined and immediately stopped herself. "No! Old Tina would bitch and moan, new Tina will not stand for this. Sam wants to hook up with random strangers right in front of my face? Fine! Two can play at his game."

"Oh lord," Blaine groaned as he watched Tina get up from her seat and head into her room with a burning fire in her eyes.