Chapter Nine: Shot Glass In My Fist

Blaine and Sam left the Vegas chapel, they had just gotten married. It was impulsive, but they didn't regret it. They were now Blaine and Sam Evans. They had discussed hyphenating, but Blaine had wanted to take Sam's name. They kissed as thy got to Sam's truck. The kids were taken care of back home. They had told no one what they were doing, and Blaine knew that there might be some fallout from that. He didn't care though, he was just too glad to be Sam's husband. They weren't drunk. This had been a completely sober decision. They kissed deeply, sucking on each other's tongues. Blaine kissed him like he'd never kiss him again. It was how he always kissed Sam. They broke apart, and Blaine ran his hand through his husband's long blonde hair. It was silky and he loved it. Blaine looked into those green eyes that he loved. "I love you, Sammy. Really and truly, forever." Blaine was overwhelmed with his feelings for Sam. People were going to think they were insane, it had only been a couple of months. Blaine knew it was Sam though. Sam was exactly who he was supposed to be with. Blaine had never felt this way about Kurt. He had thought that he had, but he hadn't. Not really. This was the real thing. Blaine kissed him again, and then they got into the truck to go back to the hotel.

They stumbled into the hotel room, a mess of limbs. They were kissing deeply. They hadn't had sex yet. Blaine had been wanting to wait until they were serious. Their wedding night was the perfect first time. Sam worked Blaine's shirt off over his head, and ran his hands along the soft skin of Blaine's abs. Playing with the hair in his happy trail. They both let out shivers of pleasure. They stopped long enough to get Sam's shirt off, and then pressed together, naked torsos pressing close, flesh against flesh. Blaine gasped as his abs touched Sam's. Sam was shaved on his chest, and Blaine didn't mind that a bit. Then they were naked, and cocks were brushed against cocks. They were both breathless. Sam parted Blaine's legs, spreading some lube on his fingers, and then slipped two inside of him, Blaine crying out at the pleasure. He hadn't had someone be inside him like this wwhen he actually wanted it before. He kissed his husband, (okay, that felt really strange but amazing) his entrance clenching around Sam's fingers. He was ready for Sam's cock. He didn't want to rush Sam though. He was fine with Sam setting the pace. He let out a long groan.

When Sam felt Blaine was loosened up, he parted Blaine's ass cheeks even more and slid his long, hard cock into Blaine's entrance. They both gasped as they felt Sam's sex slide into home. He brushed up against Blaine's prostate, and a long loud moan left Blaine, this was amazing sex. Best sex of his life. "I love you, Sammy." Blaine gasped out breathlessly. Sam's reply was to kiss Blaine deeply, his tongue sliding easily into Blaine's mouth. They both moved together, Blaine's legs wrapped around Sam's waist, causing his long cock bouncing against Sam's abs. Blaine was coming then, spurting all over their abs. Sam kept thrusting, he was still working on it. He came a few minutes later, his lips on Blaine's. They kissed as Sam's orgasm rocked his body, and Blaine's hands held onto Sam's hips. Held on through Sam's orgasm. Then Sam moved to lay on the bed next to Blaine, wrapping his arm and a leg around his husband. Blaine absolutely loved the sound of that. He was going to get a kick out of that, saying that. Maybe forever. His hand ran through Sam's long blonde hair. "Fuck, Sam, that was totally amazing, worth the wait." He gasped. "I've never had sex like that before. Ever in my life. This was….. Mind blowing." Blaine thought none of those words were good enough.

Sam felt the same way. "I…. I feel like we're going to have sex like that our whole lives." It was true, they connected so deeply, Sam had never felt like this about anyone before. It was crazy, they were still getting to know each other. But Sam loved Blaine with all of his heart and soul. "I love you so much, too, Blaine. You are the best thing to ever happen to me." Sam meant that, with every fiber of his being. His eyes started to slip closed. Sam had never felt more safe or loved in his life. This was it. It was the real thing.

Meanwhile, Kurt was sitting in his living room after working for three days straight when he had caught a segment about Blaine and Sam getting married in Vegas on E! It's not like he was still in love with Blaine, but it hurt. He barely knew this man. Just a couple of months and they had gotten hitched? Kurt knew that he couldn't obsess over this, Adam already thought that Kurt didn't care enough about him. Kutr did. He liked Adam a lot. It was just hard to know all he had given up. He'd been Blaine's first everything. It was hard to know that Blaine had moved on permanently. Kurt sniffled to himself.

That was when there was a ring of the doorbell. It was midnight, who was here? When he opened it, he found Puck. "What the hell do you want? Your brother just got married, leave me alone." That was when Kurt realized that Puck hadn't known. "Oh shit, I thought you knew….."

"Does this look like the face of someone who knew?!" Puck demanded to know. His face was devoid of color. How could he have done this? And how did Kurt know? "Why do you know and I don't? He's my fucking brother." Puck could hardly keep himself from going mental and beating up Kurt.

"Oh, it was on the news because Sam used to be a country singer. He was a one hit wonder, really, but maybe he still has some juice if they called his getting married news." Kurt said, shrugging. He really wished that he hadn't told Puck. Now he was forever going to be the one who screwed up their finding out in the right way. Kurt didn't need another reason for them to despise him. "I really thought that you knew, Noah, I'm really sorry."

"Don't you ever call me Noah! That is for family, and you aren't family." Puck snapped, looking at him angrily. "I come here to warn you away from Blaine, and you do this." He threw up his hands in exasperation. How the fuck could he do this with a clear conscience?

"You know I have been staying away from your precious baby brother, and I didn't do this. It was an accident. I am tired of everyone blaming me for my relationship with Blaine. To this entire town, he's the one to feel sorry for, and I'm sick of it! Blaine is far from perfect. He also messed up this relationship." Those were the wrong words to say. Puck launched himself at Kurt, and they rolled on the floor, fighting. Kurt knew how to defend himself. While they were fighting, Adam came in, and he went to pull him and Puck apart.

Adam looked at his boyfriend. "Are you okay?" When Kurt nodded, he gave him a kiss and then turned to Puck. "What are you doing here, anyway, Puckerman? You have no reason to be here. Especially since Kurt and Blaine have nothing to do with each other anymore. You need to back off and leave Kurt alone. If you continue to harass him I will call the cops. You have a child, you don't want that." Adam hated to be that guy, who threatened things like that, but he wasn't going to let him beat up Kurt like that. Adam was tired of Kurt being ostracized.

Puck gave them both a glare, but he left. He was going to have to go and deliver the news to his fiancee. And he was going to give Blaine hell for going off and getting hitched without telling them anything about it. That hurt. Puck and Blaine were very close, and he would have wanted to be there for that. It just wasn't fair. And he and Sam had barely known each other for more than a couple of months. Puck didn't know how you could do something like that. He and Olivia had been together for years and they weren't married yet.

Two days later, Sam and Blaine had settled into Blaine's place, which was still being worked on, but most of it was finished. As Blaine was getting breakfast ready, Puck stormed in with his key. "What the hell, Squirt? You got married and didn't tell your family?" He looked as angry as he'd ever been.

"Puck, please, don't do this. It was a spur of the moment thing. We just….. We got carried away. If it makes you feel any better, we're planning on having an actual ceremony for all of our friends and family. Please, let's just let that be enough? I hate when you and I are fighting." He really did hate it.

Puck knew that was true. "It was on the news, Blaine! Your douche of an ex told me about it!" Puck couldn't believe that Blaine had done this. He had wanted to be there and be Blaine's best man. Now that wasn't possible. Not for the first time, anyway. "I'm your brother, Squirt. And Olivia's your sister. We're your family. Liv and I could have eloped, and we never have, because we want you to be there. It just hurts that you didn't want us to b there. That's what it feels like Blaine."

"Noah, come on, you know that's not true. I would never not want you to be there." Blaine said, giving his brother a pleading look. He didn't want to fight with his brother. "We're going to have another ceremony. Just, let that be enough. You can be the best man then. We want to accommodate everyone." Blaine said, giving his brother the best pleading look he could manage. Blaine didn't want to fight. It was the last thing that he wanted. "You know I would want you to be there. It just happened. I love him. Noah. More than I ever loved Kurt. Sam is my everything. We're meant to be, I know it."

"Little brother, Sam isn't my objection. You know that Liv and I like Sam. He treats you well. He loves you. I just wish you'd just taken a couple of minutes to call us so we could be there, that's all." Puck sighed and looked at Blaine. Then he hugged him. "I'm sorry, okay? I don't want to fight with you either." Puck hated fighting with Blaine. Especially with all that Blaine had gone through. He stepped back. "You deserve to be happy, Blaine. If Sam makes you happy then I'm happy for you." He sighed. "While you were gone, Quinn came out. But she's still not dating Rachel Hudson publicly."

That's when Sam joined them. "Morning, Puck." He said, honestly not surprised to see him. Sam had known there would be blowback from the elopement. "Morning, bae." He said to his husband, and kissed him softly good morning. "What did you say about Quinn coming out?" He asked curiously. Sam had thought that Quinn was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. If he hadn't met Blaine, he'd have gone for her. Although clearly it wouldn't have gotten him anywhere. Sam moved to get coffee as Puck repeated what he'd said. "I have seen her looking at Rachel, like a cat in heat."

Meanwhile, Quinn was out with Santana, they were grabbing coffee to talk. Quinn was still having a hard time dealing with Rachel's refusal to define their relationship. Quinn loved Rachel. She was stirring her coffee. "What am I going to do? Rachel keeps putting me off. What am I going to do if she won't? I love her, Santana." She said, sighing. Quinn didn't want to live without Rachel. She couldn't. Quinn had a feeling she and Rachel were meant to be. Quinn just didn't know how to get Rachel to see that.

Santana wasn't good at the feelings thing, especially when it was other people's feelings. Santana sipped her iced coffee. "Quinn, I don't know what to tell you. If she won't define it, you can't make her. I went through something similar with Britt;. Now we're engaged. Just give her some time. You can't make her be ready. And you were right to make her define it before you sleep with her again. It will make her miss you and it could help her come to terms with how she feels. It's hard but you have to sstick with it."

It was hard. Quinn was already missing sex with Rachel far too much. She sighed and brushed her hand through her long blonde hair. She'd been thinking of a hair cut. It was hopefully going to help keep her mind off Rachel. Not that anything could for very long. Quinn thought about her 24/7. She decided then and there to go and get her haircut, and to stop thinking about Rachel so much. It would be hard, bit she could do it. Quinn and Santana got up and Quinn led their walk to the salon across the street. Quinn didn't know what she was going to do if Rachel didn't love her back. Quinn had never felt this way about anyone else before. Just Rachel. She had to be with her. She put her name in and went to sit. Quinn really wanted a new start. This would help towards that. Quinn was starting to wonder if she and Rachel were going to work out after all. She hated to admit that, but maybe Rachel had too many issues from losing her husband. Quinn didn't know that she blamed her, Quinn had some issues from losing Blaine. Although they'd always be in each other's lives. Because of Beth. Quinn knew that that was oaky with her now.

Kurt was at the airport, picking up Burt and Carole. They were coming for a couple of weeks, Burt had retired, and Carole had finally cashed in her vacation days. Kurt was glad that they had come, things were going better for him, and he wanted them to meet Adam. Kurt hadn't gotten to see them for Christmas, so they would be exchanging presents. Kurt still had his fake Christmas tree up although it was well into February. Kurt grinned when he saw his parents. "Carole, Dad!" He said happily as they walked towards him. "I'm so glad to see you!" He said, they were both wheeling their bags with them. He eagerly hugged them both tightly. Then he took his father's bags and started to lead them out. "I have dinner planned, and you get to meet Adam. He is so excited to meet you." Kurt said, talking a mile a minute. He was so excited to have his parents here. "And tomorrow Rachel and Haili are going to come over." Kurt knew that would make them happy, they loved to dote on their granddaughter. Kurt loved to see Burt light up around Haili. Kurt couldn't wait to have kids.

Burt was glad to be here. It was warmer than it was in Ohio. "I can't wait to meet this Adam kid. I want to know if he's good enough for you." Burt said, and met his son's blue eyes with his green ones. Burt adjusted his ball cap. This Adam kid was older than Kurt, and while Kurt was an adult now, that doesn't mean that Burt was going to stop worrying about him. Blaine was the better choice, at least, as far as Burt was concerned, but he knew that that ship had sailed. Not that he blamed Blaine. Kurt may be his son but that didn't mean that he was blind to Kurt's faults.

"Dad, Adam is good enough for me. You will totally like him." Kurt replied, as he put the bags in the back of his Range Rover. Kurt had always loved Range Rovers. He'd had this one since junior year. Kurt was going to make lasagna for them, he knew it was his dad's favorite. He was using ground turkey instead of ground beef. You couldn't be too careful. Plus, his dad didn't need to have another attack of angina. Or a heart attack or anything. He had also had cancer. Kurt was tired of almost losing his father. Kurt went to get in the car. "I promise, Dad, Adam is totally perfect for me." It was true, Kurt really liked Adam.

"I am sure that you're right." Burt said, with just a touch of disbelief. He was sure that there was something wrong with the kid. Burt wasn't going to say that out loud. He knew that Kurt wasn't going to like that opinion. Besides, he had promised to try and give him the benefit of the doubt. Not that he was really glad at that kind of thing. "So, how are you doing? What with Blaine being married to some guy he's known for less than six months." He asked. That was something he knew Kurt wouldn't want to talk about, but he still wanted to know.

"Oh my God, Dad. Blaine is married now. I know that you want us to work out, but we're not. He's with Sam now, and I'm with Adam. Believe me, Blaine and I are done. Okay? I'm sorry that you don't get your wish. You're just going to have to get used to the fact that I'm with Adam." The way his father was so stubborn was really hilarious to Kurt. He was just going to have to hope that Burt would just relax. That wasn't super likely. It was where Kurt got his own stubborn streak. That was one way in which they were the same. There weren't many ways that they were the same.

Two days later they were doing their Christmas. Haili was off playing with the toys Burt and Carole had given her. Rachel, Kurt, Burt, and Carole were waiting for Adam before they got going. Kurt was reaching for a Christmas cookie when his boyfriend arrived, letting himself in with his key. "Hey, love." Kurt said happily, standing to go and kiss him softly on the lips. "So glad that you could make it." Adam was carrying gifts. He and Adam had exchanged a couple of gifts on Christmas, but they'd saved everything else till now. "I am so glad to see you."

He introduced Adam to his parents, and they began to open. Kurt was pleased with his gifts, especially the sweater Adam had hand knitted for him. Kurt loved gifts like that. They came from the heart. "Anyone want some dinner? I've got turkey and mashed potatoes, yams, the works." As he led them to the dining room, Rachel stopped him, pulling him back. Kurt wondered if she was about to tell him about Quinn. The entire room could tell something was going on. They just were good at hiding that they knew. Kurt hoped Rachel let herself feel something. Finn would want her to be happy.

Rachel took a deep breath. She had to talk to someone about Quinn. Rachel was starting to fall in love with her and it was scaring the fuck out of her. "Kurt, I'm….. I'm in love with someone. I….. I'm sure that you know about Quinn and I. I think, or at least, suspect, that everyone knows. Quinn isn't exactly subtle in her feelings." Rachel brushed her hand through her long brown hair. "And I'm not sure I'm ready to move on…. And I have my daughter to consider. What do I do? Quinn keeps pressuring me to define things. I can't Kurt. But in the meantime, she's cut me off from sex. And I need it. Bad." Rachel brushed her hand through her long hair again. "I just don't know what to do. Please, give me some advice. Anything has got to be better than anything that I told myself." Rachel said, some of her wavy hair falling over her shoulder. Rachel had changed tremendously since high school, and Kurt loved that. Rachel looked up at him. "I have to have sex with her. I just can't commit."

"Quinn's been through a lot, Rachel. She's not a perfect person, but she doesn't deserve to be jerked around. You have to be honest with her. If you aren't ready, just tell her. I may suck at my own relationships, but I can tell she's in love with you. If you don't tell her or don't feel the same, now is the time to tell her. You have to break it to her gently." Kurt was glad that Rachel had let him in. "And I don't think that Finn would want you to feel guilty. He loved you. He wouldn't want you to be miserable the rest of your life."

All of that made sense to her, even if she didn't want to admit it. Rachel sighed. "I don't know that I am ready to move on though. I agree that Finn would want me to move on. That's not why I haven't moved on yet. I just am not sure I'm ready is all. I'm…. I'm starting to fall in love with her though. She's…. She's amazing and the sex is the best I've ever had. It feels disloyal to Finn a little, but I can't help it. She rocks my world." Rachel would used to have blushed after saying that, but not now. Now she was more comfortable talking about things like that. She seemed to have made her choice, she was going to commit.

"Sounds like you know what to do." Kurt pulled out his phone. "Call her, Rachel. Tell her what you feel. Invite her to dinner right now if she's free." Kurt touched her arm and then went into the kitchen.

Sighing, Rachel called up Quinn's name and hit the send button, almost hoping that she wouldn't answer. When she did, Rachel took a nervous breath. "Quinn, it's Rachel. I have something to tell you. I'm…. falling in love with you. You wanted me to define things, and I am. If you want this to be a relationship, then okay."

When she heard those words, Quinn's heart almost pounded out of her chest. "I can't believe you're actually saying this. I've been waiting for awhile now. I love you, too, Rachel, and I do want this to be a relationship." Quinn wanted to see her right then. They had to have sex to celebrate. "Let's get together right now. Are you busy?" She asked, hoping that the answer was no. Quinn could hardly breathe she was so excited. This was what she'd been wanting and it was finally here. Quinn's breath was shallow with want.

"Actually, I'm at Kurt's. We're doing Christmas with his parents. He told me to ask you to come over and eat dinner with us. I'd really like it if you did, Q." Rachel didn't know why she'd been resisting. It was exactly what she'd wanted since the first time they'd had sex. Rachel had never had sex like that, bless Finn's heart. Rachel brushed her hand through her long brunette locks. "I also have a gift for you that I was too shy to give you for Christmas." She added. It was an opal ring that she'd gotten at the mall.

Quinn licked her lips. Could she hold out till they were alone for sex? Quinn thought that maybe she could if she was drunk. Although that might be a bad idea what with meeting Rachel's former parents in law. Quinn said, "I can be there. It'll take me about 20 minutes, but I can be there." They chatted a bit more, and then hung up. Quinn ran to take a quick shower, she wanted to be as ready and fresh for Rachel as she could be. Quinn had to admit, she was so nervous to be meeting Burt and Carole. She knew how much Rachel still valued them. She spoke about Burt reverently. It was a lot scary.

When they got back to Quinn's, (Haili was staying with Kurt) they were sex starved. They barely made it in the door before their clothes were off. Quinn pressed Rachel against the couch, kissing her deeply. They were both groaning. Quinn parted Rachel's legs, pressing her hand to Rachel's moist sex. She rubbed her fingers against the slick folds, and Rachel let out a moan against Quinn's lips. Sliding a finger inside her, Quinn pressed against her, their breasts sliding together. Quinn's nipples were hardening, and her mound was also getting damp. Rachel's hips rocked on Quinn's finger. She slipped another finger inside, rubbing her thumb over Rachel's clit. That earned her a love bite on her neck. As she finger fucked her, Quinn's lips lowered on one of Rachel's breasts, sucking on her nipple. Her tongue swirled over the areola, and Rachel's hand fisted in Quinn's hair. Her fingers slipped through Rachel's wetness, and they both let out groans. Rachel grabbed Quinn's ass, tugging her pussy against her own, Rachel's hips moved, and they rubbed their wet sexes together, both groaning as they touched. Rachel loved scissoring.

When they were finished, they lay together on the couch. Things were finally going their way. Nothing else could go wrong, right?

Author's note: Sorry it's been so long! I hope ya'll liked. I think we're nearing the end, just fyi. Review if you like. I really love reviews, they're like crack. XD.