Missing Scene From Glee Goodbye
With every broken bone I swear I lived!
The lights went out and the sudden silence hummed in Sam's ears. He took a few deep breaths, one, two, three, and lifted his head. Everybody else did, too, and the cheering and screaming started again.
A reunion Glee club meeting was going on and everybody was here. Even Ryder and Jake, who only had been a Glee club member for a year. It was crazy how much had changed in the last ten years, and then again hadn't changed because they all were here and things were good.
Of course Sam had the tightest relationship to the recent Glee club because he coached them. When everybody else was back home Sam and the kids would still be here, enter these halls again on Monday and go on about their business.
"How great is it to see those old faces, right?" Blaine said.
Sam hadn't noticed him sneaking up. He turned to him and nodded.
"Old is the right choice of word, my dear James."
"Stop calling me that." Blaine nudged Sam's arm grinning, clearly not as upset about the nickname Sam had come up with as soon as Blaine had changed his hairdo into something very obviously British (let's not talk about the stiffness that came with that) as he wanted Sam to believe.
"So, I hear you have yet again another girlfriend?" Kurt asked, joining them.
Sam grinned and nodded. "She's working at the gas station just a few miles away, how great's that?"
"Let me guess", Kurt lifted three fingers. "Brown hair, big Jewish nose, very loud laugh?"
"You know my type." Sam waggled his eyebrows while Kurt rolled his eyes to Blaine as if Sam couldn't see it.
"It's not what you think", Sam said.
"Sure, sure." Kurt patted Sam's shoulder and turned around, immediately addressing Quinn.
Sam caught Blaine's grin and couldn't help but smile back.
"What? I'm a genius", Sam said.
"Uhu."
"He so thinks I'm not over Rachel. As does everybody else."
"Would you shut up already?" Blaine's eyes flew around, making sure no one was listening in.
He was right; there was a chance someone would overhear. So either Sam had to change the subject… or get out of earshot.
After a brief look Sam knew Kurt was still busy talking to Quinn so he nodded to Blaine and left the stage.
The door to the auditorium hadn't even closed fully when Sam was shoved against the wall and had hot, squashy lips clinging to his mouth. He laid his hands around Blaine's waist and pulled him closer. They hadn't seen each other in a few months – Blaine had a very busy life in New York – so naturally his body reacted by turning the heat up all the way.
"One day someone will walk in on us", Sam breathed when Blaine's mouth wandered down his neck.
"No one will", Blaine muttered.
Sam knew he shouldn't but he wished someone would. Then it all would come out. No secrets anymore.
"We're too good…" Blaine nibbled on Sam's earlobe. "…at hiding."
"Mhmh."
"You just keep telling people about your imaginary girlfriends", Blaine mumbled.
"Who says they are imaginary?"
Oops, that he hadn't planned to say. But it worked. Blaine stopped his doings and moved back his head, forehead in frowns.
"What?"
"Hey, I'm only a man, I have needs. I don't want to be lonely for months on end, waiting for you to find an excuse to come visit me for a day before you vanish again."
Blaine sighed. He stepped back, smoothed his shirt and looked at his watch.
"That's gotta be a record, only five minutes since we met after you brought up my busy schedule. Congrats."
"Thanks. Congrats to you, too, for holding the record at hiding an affair from your husband for almost ten years now."
"Are you done?"
"Maybe I am!" Sam said. He swallowed down the last words on his tongue, though. I'm done with being 'the other guy'. He could complain about Blaine not being there but showing he wanted more, wanted something real, wanted what Kurt still had even though the feelings weren't there between him and Blaine anymore wasn't something Sam could do.
"Good. Because you're wasting our time talking."
Blaine kissed him again, and of course Sam melted with him. Because of exactly those firm hands on his body he dreamt every night.
Then the laughter got louder and forced them to separate. The door to the auditorium swung open and all those people – people who knew them but didn't knew them at all – came out. Everybody was talking, everybody was happy. Even Blaine. A smile on his face already he joined Kurt and Rachel talking about whatever. Sam stayed where he was, watching them leave.
The minute Blaine had had for him was over. For the next Sam would have to wait a few months.
Maybe things weren't that good after all.
