A/N Just to note for anyone English like me Blaine's 64 pounds, is 4 stone 6lbs or just over 29 kg...

And yes I know it's a long chapter, sorry guys. Can't help it. Couldn't find a good place to split it so here is the whole thing. also, yes this is a Blaine and Sa mheavy chapter, but the next chapter is more of those lovely Warblers again. :D

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Chapter Nine

Sam was sitting, watching Blaine breathing with a tube stuck down his throat. The smaller boy had not gained consciousness since he had collapsed and Sam was frantic with worry. They had not only put a tube down his throat to help with his breathing, but had also placed a drip onto him as the doctors were so worried about his weight. Or lack of it. They had been so concerned about his weight that they wanted to weigh him when he was fully conscious once again. Sam didn't really understand half the words that the doctors had used when they had spoken to him and Blaine's mother, once she had arrived at the hospital. Whatever it was, it hadn't sounded good. He was very, very sick. Blaine's mother had expressly told Sam that Blaine would be coming home to get better and would not be returning to school until he was. Which could be very far into the future from what Sam gathered. He knew that Blaine was not a particularly religious person, but he had taken the boys, small, frail looking hand in his own and prayed whilst holding it tight. Since then, he had not let Blaine's hand go. He couldn't. Sam felt that if he let the boys hand go, Blaine would never return. Sam couldn't let that happen. Not his best friend. Not his kind hearted, loyal, understanding Blaine. The thought of never seeing him laugh or even cry again made fresh tears spring into his eyes. Blaine was the one person in Sam's life who truly understood him and never judged him. He couldn't imagine his life without Blaine. But seeing him look so small and fragile, so withered, a shell of what Blaine once was, almost destroyed Sam completely. His hope of ever seeing Blaine healthy again was fading fast the longer that it took for him to wake up.

He placed his head onto the bed next to Blaine and tried to figure out what to do. What to say to the others. They were probably all out there. Outside the room. Sam's universe had become this whole room in the last few hours that he had been there.

"Please wake up Blaine." Sam whispered pleadingly as the new tears fell freely down his already streaked face.

He didn't know how much time had passed, Blaine's mother had been with the doctors for a long time it seemed and Sam was all alone. He hated being alone. Despised it. Blaine knew this, so why wasn't he waking up? Just then Sam heard a small cough from the direction of the bed and felt Blaine's hand move out of his own. He lifted his head up as the cough became a choke and saw Blaine trying to rip the tube in his throat out as he gasped for air.

"Blaine! Oh my God. Thank you. Oh, Thank you God. You're awake. You're awake." Sam flung his arms around the small boy tightly and sobbed into him, relief flooding through Sam's body.

"Sam?" Blaine rasped out, his throat sounding very croaky from all the coughing. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. You collapsed during your rehearsal with Sebastian. Who actually looked upset by the way. I wasn't sure he could feel that depth of emotion, but it's there buried deep within him, I guess." Sam explained, he reached up to stroke some of Blaine's curls out of his eyes. Not only had Blaine stopped gelling his hair so much since the tornado had struck, but he hadn't had it cut either and his curls were starting to get quite long. Sam didn't want to tell him, but he thought that Blaine looked very nice with his hair this length, letting the curls fly free around him. He thought Blaine's hair was beautiful. It framed his face like a halo and made him look, to Sam, a little like an angel. Not that Sam was going to be telling his best friend that. Not right now, anyway. That would just be too weird to him to speak those words.

"Uh. When can I leave?" Blaine stirred as he tried to sit up. Sam held him down on the bed and perched on the edge so he was closer to his friend.

"I don't know. They said a whole bunch of stuff that I didn't understand to your mum and me. She's still with them." Blaine just groaned at that comment. He really hated hospitals and people fussing over him. He would be fine. He could look after himself. Blaine started to try to get up, but found that Sam kept him pinned down onto the bed.

"Sam, what are you doing? I want to go now please. I'm fine."

"No you're not Blaine. Do you know how long you have been here unconscious? Hours, Blaine. Hours. Like, at least five hours. You are not fine. You could have died. You nearly did die. That's one thing I did pick up from the doctors. They said that you are seriously underweight and basically you could be dead right now. What would I have done if you had died Blaine? You're all I have. You need to start looking after yourself and letting others look after you too. Like me, and your mum. She's taking you home to look after you until you're well enough to come back to school."

Blaine took everything that Sam was saying in. He was a little shocked at what Sam had said. I nearly died? I'm really that ill? Maybe Sam's right. Maybe I should let other people take care of me...

"I nearly died?" Blaine whispered to Sam, his eyes had gotten wider as it sank in that he could well be lying on a cold slab right now. Sam nodded back to Blaine, too upset to say anything further. He didn't think he could live without Blaine in his life.

At that point, Blaine's mother walked back into the room with the doctor.

"Ah, I see you are awake Blaine." The doctor began ticking and writing things down onto Blaine's medical chart as his mother moved to the other side of Blaine that wasn't occupied by Sam and stroked her sons hair asking him how he felt. Blaine snaked his right hand out to take Sam's in his own. He didn't want to be separated from Sam, not by his mother, not by anyone. Sam was the person who meant the most to him in his life right now. He couldn't leave him. Not now. He was everything.

"Now we are going to take you into another room to weigh you Blaine because we are very concerned about your weight and we need to know exactly what we are dealing with here." The doctor patiently and politely told the small boy, who nodded, looking a little frightened.

"Don't worry dude. I'll be with you the whole time." Blaine turned his head to face Sam and the blonde boy could see his shoulders visibly relax at that thought. They wheeled him through to the other room using a wheelchair and Sam helped him up onto the scales. Sam hadn't realised quite how skinny Blaine had truly become until he scooped him up from his seat. It was like lifting a small child, he didn't weigh much at all. He could feel Blaine's ribs sticking out and tried not to show how deeply troubled he was to Blaine. He knew he would freak out otherwise. Sam saw Blaine's weight on the scales first, as the scales faced away from the patient. He was horrified at the number on the scales. Blaine only weighed 64 pounds. How could he not have noticed his best friend get that skinny? Sam felt so guilty, it was all his fault. His beautiful, bubbly friend had gotten ill because of him. He should have noticed earlier.

"Well Mr Anderson, the figure here really worries me. I think we need to start you on a diet plan to get you back up to a healthy weight. I would also recommend seeing a therapist about why this may have occurred because I think you may have an eating disorder. Your brother here tells me you haven't been eating properly in some time. Well, I can tell you honestly, at this weight you are now, if you don't start eating again today, you will most likely be dead within the next few weeks."

Sam could see Blaine's eyes become fearful at that comment, and more than a little shocked. He could see the tears threatening to spill down his now gaunt face and pulled him into a hug as he moved him back to his chair. Once there, he held onto Blaine's right hand tightly in comfort and support. He would get Blaine back again. He would help him to gain the weight again, to eat again and become his Blaine again. Whatever Blaine needed, he was there.

"I'm here for you Blaine. Always." Sam whispered into his ear and Sam saw the boy nod subtly. The doctor and Blaine's mother talked more about what Blaine would need to do to get better. From what the boys could gather, Blaine was going to need stronger drugs to help him finally get over his pneumonia and he would need to eat a high protein and carbohydrate diet to try and gain the weight on, while remaining healthy.

"Sam?" Blaine asked, his voice quiet.

"Yes Blaine?"

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Blaine sounded so young asking for Sam and he complied quickly. He wanted Blaine to become his strong self again. Sam had always admired how strong Blaine was as a person. He never let anything defeat him, but this illness and his not eating was starting to take its toll. Sam didn't know if even Blaine was strong enough to conquer all this and so he vowed that he would be the strong one, for now at least.

"Sure, B. Course I will." There was absolutely no way Sam was letting Blaine out of his sight.


Blaine's mother had grudgingly allowed Sam to stay with him that night and the nurse had set up a spare bed for Sam to sleep on in the room that Blaine was staying in. Sam, still holding Blaine's hand, watched the nurse set it all up and thanked her. He was not going to be using it, but it didn't hurt to thank her for her work.

Blaine, knowing exactly what Sam was intending to do, took his hand out of Sam's as soon as the nurse had left so he could scoot over on his bed and lay on his side, away from Sam. Blaine felt a dip in the mattress as the larger boy slid in behind Blaine to spoon him, wrapping his arms protectively around his best friend.

"Sam I really don't want to go with my mum. I want to stay with you."

"I don't think your mum is giving you a choice mate."

"I hate it there. It's not my home. It's so cold and huge and lifeless in that place. My grandparents are never there, probably because they hate it just as much as me, and my mum and I already have an awkward relationship since I came out. Not as weird as my relationship with my dad granted, but, still weird anyway."

"I'm sorry Blaine. I know you don't want to go but I think it might be for the best." Sam hated admitting that but his mother could probably take better care of him then Sam could.

"No it's not. I need to be with people who love me. Who care. Surrounded by the people who care most about me, and that's at Dalton, not in that house."

"It's your mum you need to convince, not me dude. I would love for you to come back with me."

He could hear Blaine's quiet weeping and pulled the boy more tightly into his hold, rocking him back and forth until he calmed himself and fell into slumber. Once he was asleep, Sam kissed his forehead and bid him goodnight before joining him in slumber.


Marley absolutely adored Trent. He was so full of life and the happiness that exuded him, even after everything he had been through this year was remarkable. He was such fun to be around and she loved his enthusiasm. They got along really well. He reminded her a bit of the male version of Unique. Sassy and cheeky, but such kindness and a huge heart. She hoped that the other boys from the Warblers would be able to forgive Trent soon and that Trent would stop feeling so guilty about what the Warblers did to them at sectionals. After all, she had not been entirely blameless herself, so she knew what he was going through in a way.

Trent got on with Marley like a house on fire. She was so sweet, kind, caring and forgiving of everything. She made him feel that he could be himself again and that he deserved to be happy once more. Trent didn't know how anyone could not like Marley and the fact that she had such an amazing relationship with her mother, who was catering at Dalton at the moment, made his heart swell. She always came, every day to see her mother at work and spend time with her. He thought she was an astonishing person for that. Most of the people at Dalton were quite distant with their parents, for one reason or another. That was why they were at boarding school he assumed. He, himself, had a decent relationship with his parents, but seeing Marley and her mother made him want to be closer to his parents. Plus her smile lit up the room, and that to Trent, meant that she was a special, one of a kind, girl.

The two had been practising their duet all week, but today they felt deflated. After hearing the news of Blaine, it was as if a great light in their team had been taken from them and everything in the club was darker, murkier. Blaine was such a huge presence in the club that everyone was feeling the effects.

"Trent, I was thinking that maybe we should do something for when Blaine gets back. What do you think?" Marley spoke up, asking the older boy for his advice.

"I think that's a great idea, but what did you have in mind?" Trent smiled back at her encouragingly.

"Maybe, instead of us all doing the duets we were assigned, we could put together a group number for Blaine. I mean, we would have to run it past Mr Shue first of course, but I just thought he might need a little cheering up. A little reminder that we are all there to support him and that we are all thinking of him. I really admire Blaine and I think after everything he has been through this year he deserves to have something to cheer him up." Marley's idea sounded really heartfelt to Trent and he loved it. He didn't know all the details of what had happened to Blaine this year but he knew it was not good. He definitely wasn't with Kurt any longer since he hadn't seen the boy around, or even heard Blaine mention him at all. That was probably part of what had happened, but Trent didn't want to pry. If Blaine wanted to talk about it, he was there for him, if not then he understood and respected his privacy.

"I think that's a lovely idea. Shall we go find Mr Shue now and ask him if we can organise this?" Trent asked his new, favourite friend.

"Yeah, lets."

The two left to go find Mr Shue in his office and introduce their idea of a group song to cheer Blaine up.


The next morning Blaine's mother came to pick up the two boys. She had packed a lot of his clothes up at Dalton the previous evening and brought them back home with her afterwards so her son would have his own clothes to wear. She was hoping that Blaine would get better and quickly because she did not have the best relationship with her youngest son. He was too much like his father, that, and he was, well, different. She had always favoured her first son. She had only really ever wanted one child but was caught later in life, getting pregnant accidentally with Blaine. Being a mother again at the age of forty three was not easy on her and she had suffered with anti natal depression afterwards, thus the start of their strained relationship stemmed right from birth. Adding his other quirks to the equation did not help. But he was her son and she loved him all the same, despite all of these things. That didn't mean that they got along however. He stubbornness and quick temper made their disagreements larger than they needed to be and only Cooper had ever managed to get these battles under control. She was thankful that Cooper had said he would be coming back to Ohio as soon as he had finished filming his latest project. He was coming to see Blaine and make sure his brother was alright and also to help his mother look after him for a while. Her Cooper always came through for her. He was such a gem.

Whilst the two boys were waiting for Blaine's mother to arrive and pick them up from the hospital, Blaine had told Sam about Sebastian and his incessant flirting with him that was driving him crazy. Sam told Blaine that he would have words. He couldn't believe that Sebastian was still trying that after Blaine had asked him not to. He was outraged that Sebastian thought that he could treat Blaine in that way. He would not be doing that again. Not if Sam had anything to say about it. His mother came and told Sam that she would drop him off at Dalton on the way and so they could say their goodbyes there before wheeling her son, who was adamant he could walk but did not win that disagreement, out to the car. Sam climbed into the back with Blaine, taking his hand for the journey.

As they approached Dalton Sam could feel Blaine squeezing his hand very tightly. Sam's heart sank in his stomach at the thought of Blaine leaving his side, but he tried to keep optimistic for Blaine's sake. Sam got out of the car when she parked in one of the spaces near the dormitories, twisting to see Blaine climb out after him and fling his arms around Sam's neck.

"Please don't leave me Sam." Blaine's voice wobbled. His heart was aching. He needed to stay with Sam. Yearned to. Upon realising that he was to be parted from Sam, the sudden realisation of how he truly felt about Sam hit him like a ton of bricks and nearly had him keeling over. He no longer only had a crush on his best friend. He had fallen in love with him. Blaine closed his eyes and tried his very hardest to put these feelings into a box inside his heart. He couldn't feel this way. Sam wouldn't feel the same. But he couldn't help himself. Everyday day, every second he fell harder and harder for his best friend.

"It won't be for long B. I swear, you'll be back in no time. I'll come visit you every weekend too." Sam could feel his heart constrict at the thought of not seeing Blaine everyday, but kept it locked up tight inside of him. He would see his friend again, it was only a matter of time after all.


Sam, after waving Blaine off, immediately walked to Sebastian's dorm room. He had a bone to pick with the boy. Knocking on his closed door he heard rummaging and shuffling before Sebastian pulled his single room dorm door open.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Sam demanded of the boy.

"Pardon? I don't know what you are talking about." Sebastian looked flummoxed at the blonde's extreme reaction to something that he did not even know he had done.

"Blaine. He told me what you have been doing." Sam accused, pointing fiercely at the boy, his words sounding like acid.

"What have I been doing?" Sebastian knew full well what this was about now but was going to get clarification just the same. He was trying to lengthen this argument in the hopes that Sam would run out of steam.

"Flirting with him. He doesn't like it and at the moment he really doesn't need it. He's sick enough as it is. If I ever hear of you flirting with him or even see you giving him a lecherous look, I will beat the crap out of you. And don't think I won't."

"Wow, well that wasn't even a veiled threat was it?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows and smirked. He was using his defence mechanism of being a jerk. He knew he shouldn't have, but it was like it was ingrained inside of him and he just didn't know how to get rid of it.

"I mean it Sebastian. Flirt with any of the other guys, I don't care, but Blaine is off limits. You understand?"

"I understand perfectly. I will never flirt with Blaine again. I promise, cross my heart." Sebastian made the motion of crossing his heart in hopes that Sam would take that as a sign he meant his words.

"Don't joke about this Sebastian. I'm serious."

"So am I. I saw how sick he was. I mean it this time. I won't flirt with him any more. It stresses him out and I don't want to see him as sick as that ever again." Sebastian kept his straight face on to try and show how serious he was. He had been ridiculously scared of Blaine's collapse and it hit home to him that he needed to be more supportive than predatory. Besides, Blaine was completely in love with Sam, so Sebastian did not really have a chance anyway. You could see it every time Blaine looked at the great hulk of a boy. Why Blaine loved him, he didn't really understand, but then he did know Sam a hell of a lot better than Sebastian did. He could say one thing for certain. He was very loyal and protective of his friends and that was not a bad thing to be.

"Well good. But I am keeping an eye on you to make sure you keep your word because although Blaine sees the good in you, I don't trust you one jot. By the way, I always keep my word, do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes. You will beat the living crap out of me if I don't leave Blaine alone."

Sam gave him one more disgusted look before turning tail and stalking back to his shared room. He had nearly hit the boy then and there. The only thing holding him back was the inevitable disappointment that both Mr Shue and Blaine would have in Sam using violence to solve the problem. He went back to his room and immediately took a cold shower to try and calm himself down.


Richard and Ryder had picked out a duet relatively quickly and had practised it a couple of times before deciding that they were ready to perform it. They had spent the rest of the time they had had this week getting to know each other better. They found that they had bonded mutually over sports. They were both jocks and loved sports, especially football and basketball.

As they were playing one on one basketball with each other, having great fun together, since most of their friends on the glee club were not really that into sports as such, they saw both Trent and Marley sit on the edge of the outside court they were playing on, waiting for them to finish their game. Richard, the ball in his hand, sweat pouring down his face, jogged over to see what the two wanted with them. Was their going to be an emergency meeting or something? Has something else happened to Blaine? Richard hoped not, Blaine was a really cool guy, and someone he admired greatly.

"Hey Richard. Marley and I came up with a really great idea and we were hoping that you would help us out with it." Trent started the conversation, the girl just trying to look enthusiastic at their idea.

"Sure, what's the idea Trent?" Richard asked the boy. He had forgiven and forgotten all that had happened between Trent and the Warblers, trying to get himself back to track and do the right thing for the rest of the year. Forgiving Trent had been Richard's first step.

"Well, we thought that instead of the duets we were going to perform, we would do a group number for Blaine when he gets back. Mr Shue thinks it a good idea too, so we just need to tell everybody and get them all together. Do you think you could help us out with it?"

"Sure thing. Hey Ryder. Over here." Richard waved the younger boy over and took over the assignation of troops in order for this idea to become a reality.

"What's up?" Ryder, slightly puffed asked him.

"We're not doing the duets any more. We're doing a group song for Blaine. Can you go tell some of the others? Anyone you find in the practise rooms, tell them to go straight to the main rehearsal room so we can start practising."

"Sure. I'll meet you there." Ryder sprinted to the entrance of the building that housed all the music practise rooms and began searching out all the glee club members."

"Do you know if Blaine is ok?" Richard asked Trent specifically once Ryder had left, Marley in tow.

"Not at the moment. Maybe one of the others will know. Especially if Sam's back from visiting Blaine at the hospital." Trent shrugged, but looked a little worried for his team mate. Richard understood completely. Blaine had been a part of their team before and they felt great loyalty to the boy, even now. That, and he was a stand up guy.

"OK, well, I'll go look in the dorms for everyone, see if anyone is about in there."

"Great. See you later." Trent waved goodbye and headed straight to the rehearsal room to organise the troops once they arrived. He had chosen a song when they had had the meeting with Mr Shue, and he had really loved the idea. Mr Shue had wanted them to come together as a team and this was exactly what he wanted. Not only that but their practising their duets had given them all time to get to know their partner better as well. He could already see new, strong bonds forming and Mr Shue was really happy with how things were progressing.


Becky thought that Jake was very attractive. He was everything she looked for in a guy. He was dark, tall, handsome, mysterious. That, and her mother would absolutely hate him. So she had been flirting with him outrageously for the entire week. She knew he had a thing going with Marley but that didn't stop her trying anyway, at first. He hadn't exactly told her to stop either. In fact, she thought he was definitely flirting back. He hadn't made a move however, so she had just kept to light flirting and innuendos. She was not gong to steal anyone who was in love with someone else. She thought quite a few of the Dalton boys were good looking and she wanted to keep her options open right now. She had thought maybe she would try to get to know that Richard guy a little better...

Jake liked Becky. She was fun and a little bit cheeky, which he did like in women. He was however, in love with Marley, so although he flirted back with the girl, it was not serious. Just light banter amongst the two. He felt that Becky had sensed that and had eased off in her admirations in him throughout the week. They were still getting along really well though. He figured that that was just the way their relationship was going to be. A little flirtatious, but completely innocent in reality.

Jake and Becky were practising their duet when Marley ran into the room. They had been sitting very close to one another and Becky had been leaning towards Jake in an obviously flirtatious way. Marley was not happy at seeing this, but decided she would have a quiet chat with Jake later about it. At the moment it was about Blaine, not her.

"Jake, we need you and Becky to go to the rehearsal room. We are all going to do a group number for Blaine."

"Cool, we'll be there in a few." Jake responded, getting up to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. That settled it for Marley. Becky was not competition. She smiled lovingly back at her boyfriend an sprinted out of the room to find others.

Becky and Jake packed up their things and rushed to the rehearsal room in order to meet up with the rest of the team.


Blaine was lying in bed, but couldn't sleep. The huge bedroom that had been chosen by his mother as his own in his grandparents house whilst he spent the rest of the year at Dalton felt indistinct and cold to him. The room had none of Blaine's personal things in it that made it feel homely to him. It felt as if he were a guest in the house. Which, basically, he was. No amount of money and space could make up for the fact that this was not Blaine's home and it would never be his home.

Dalton was the only home he had any more. Since the tornado his parents had not really spoken to one another and all. His mother told him was that she was staying here with her parents for the rest of his school year so she could be nearer to him. The fact that he spent all his time at the school and didn't see her at all did not seem to factor into why she felt the need to stay here and not go to Chicago to be with his dad. He knew what this all meant of course. They had separated and used the tornado as an excuse to Blaine.

He felt as if his whole life was spiralling out of control and there was nothing he could do about it. His parents, his love life, his future, his health. It had all escaped his control. Blaine liked being in control and this made him feel desperate and confusion seeped into his entire being. He was uncertain about it all and he hated that feeling. It was driving him crazy and making him worry. Worry so much he had stopped eating because this was one of the only things that he could control in his life any longer. Only now that was out of control too. The only thing that was anchoring him to the ground was Sam. He needed to get back to Sam.

He flung the sheets off of himself and started packing. He started with the pills he needed to take and went from there. Once he had thrown everything together in his two suitcases, he pulled on his converse and a hoodie he still had of Sam's, phoned for a taxi and waited outside for it to pick him up. He couldn't stay in that house any longer, he needed to get back to the one thing in his life that made sense. His heart pounded at the thought of seeing him once more. He just needed to wait patiently for the taxi that was going to drive him back to his home and his best friend. Whom he loved. He was too tired to drive which was why he had phoned a taxi, and besides, Sam had their shared car at Dalton. Standing in his pyjamas and Sam's hoodie, he waited silently, hoping the his mother wouldn't wake up to find him standing at the gates.


Nearly forty minutes later, Blaine slipped into their shared room, feeling like a zombie. It was quarter to five in the morning and he had not slept at all. He felt completely exhausted. He dumped his luggage, flung Sam's hoodie aside, god only knew where and crawled into Sam's bed with him. He snuggled into the familiar scent of Sam and warmth of his body, a smile breaching his face. His Sam. His wonderful, supportive, nurturing Sam. How had he ever not loved this boy. He was an astonishing person and he understood Blaine better than anyone else ever had. Including Kurt. Blaine still didn't really know how he felt about Kurt any more, but he certainly had discovered that he loved Sam today. Very, very much. He felt Sam's arms snake around his tiny waist and hold him protectively and Blaine snuggled further into Sam, breathing in the scent that he loved so much.

"Hmm, Blaine." Sam called out and tightened his hold on the boy.

"Sam?" Blaine whispered back but heard no reply. Sam was fast asleep. Blaine decided that he would do the same and promptly feel into deep slumber in the larger boys arms. A smile on his face.

When Sam woke up the next morning he could feel someone in his arms. Looking down he saw that it was Blaine. Confused about how the boy had gotten there but happy none the less, his heart soaring at the sight. He shook the boy in his arms gently to wake him.

"Hmm, stop Sam. I'm sleeping."

"Not any more you're not. Come on, get up an ready for breakfast. I'm making sure you eat Blaine. You need to gain weight remember?"

"I remember Sam." Blaine rubbed his eyes, to try and wake himself up a little.

"Dude, you can go to sleep again after breakfast." Sam poked him till he got up and dressed.

"Does your mum know that you are here?" Sam asked the smaller boy when his phone started ringing. It was Blaine's mother. "I'm guessing that's a no then." Blaine looked guiltily at Sam and tried to give his best puppy dog eyes at him. Sam rolled his eyes and laughed at the boy. Blaine was so cute when he tried to act all innocent. He took the call and received the onslaught for his best friend.


Tina had been on the phone to Rachel to tell her about the news from Ohio. She had told the diva and future starlet about Blaine's health problems to her and she had sounded really worried on the phone, saying that she had known nothing of Blaine's illness at all. Tina knew that Kurt had known, Blaine had told him himself over the phone about his pneumonia Not the latest incident of course, but everything else. Tina was puzzled as to why Kurt wouldn't have passed on this information to his best friend and room mate. She had tried to get a hold of Kurt herself to tell him about Blaine being in hospital and the such, but he had not answered his phone. She could only assume he was avoiding her as he always answered his phone. He was addicted to his phone.

However, the phone call with Rachel had proven fruitful to Tina in that she had found out some really interesting and rather large news regarding Kurt. She was hesitant to tell Blaine in his fragile state, and, since he was not at Dalton at the moment, she decided to go and find Sam to tell him and see what he thought they should do about the news. She found Sam in the rehearsal room with all the other members when she arrived, slightly late due to her phone call and asked Sam if they could have a word in private.

The others in the group were discussing when they would sing to Blaine. Tina was a little confused at that as she thought that he was at home recuperating at the present moment till Sam told her that Blaine had sneaked back in the middle of the night. His mother was giving him a lecture right at this very moment, but Blaine was determined to stay. Tina hoped he would and Sam agreed with her. Blaine would only try and come back anyway. He was stubborn like that. It was better for him to stay in one place and Sam had promised Blaine's mum that he would take really good, diligent care of her son before he left to go to this rehearsal. He could see that she was starting to relent though as he left. Blaine's stubbornness had kicked in to the highest degree. He wanted to be with Sam. Period.

"So what's up Tina?" Sam asked the girl. She was a bit of a drama queen, but usually what she had to say had some semblance of truth to it.

"I have just been on the phone with Rachel. She told me something really interesting about Kurt. I don't know whether to tell Blaine though." Tina told him, trying to remain calm but her voice had become really high pitched towards the end of the sentence.

"Tell him what? What's the news Tina?" This had piqued Sam's curiosity. What news about Kurt could she possibly have?

"Apparently Kurt has been seeing Adam since January." Sam, trying not to sigh and sound sarcastic in his response, replied very slowly and carefully to her 'news'.

"Yeah, we knew that he was sort of seeing him then. How is this news?"

"No Sam. I mean, seeing him in the biblical sense, and, apparently, it still going on. In fact Rachel says she hasn't seen Kurt in almost four days as he has been shacked up with Adam all that time. Rachel says that when they are at the loft she and Santana can't get any sleep as they are so loud it's not even funny. She said it started out being a once in a blue moon thing but has gotten more and more throughout the year."

"But Kurt told Blaine the last time he visited that he and Adam weren't serious and that nothing had gone on. At all. Why would he lie about that to Blaine?"

"I don't know, but Kurt and Adam were already sleeping together when Kurt hooked up with Blaine in February."

"Jesus. What should we do?" Sam sounded really worried. Blaine loved Kurt more than anyone. This would devastate him. Destroy him. He was already hanging on the edge. Sam didn't want to push him over.

"I don't know. That's why I was asking you." Tina threw up her arms in exasperation.

"I don't think we should tell Blaine right now. It would upset him too much and he doesn't need this right now." Sam hoped that Tina could keep this a secret. She wasn't very good at keeping secrets. Especially to acute people like Blaine.

"I agree. Let's wait till he's better to tell him." Tina hoped she could keep this from Blaine. He was good at reading her and she was a poor liar.

"Agreed."

The two agreed to keep it solely between themselves until they felt that Blaine was well enough to find out. Once that was agreed they helped to put the finishing touches to their group number for Blaine.


Blaine had won. His mother had left, angry and disgruntled, but Blaine did not care. The only stable place for him right now was Dalton and so that was where he needed to be to get better. He had gone with his mother to his teachers and they had set up a homework plan for him to do most of his work in his dorm room for the moment, with Sam acting as the go between. They would give him light work to do weekly and he could do it at any time he felt well enough. Since Blaine's GPA was high anyway and he already had enough credits to graduate, the teachers were not worried about him having a few weeks of lighter work done out of class.

Blaine, feeling elated about his return, decided to shuffle over to the rehearsal room to see all his friends. He texted Sam to let him know that he was on the way. He hoped he would get to see some of the duet performances from his team mates. However when he got there they were all in a group waiting for him. Sam ran over and pulled him into the chair next to Mr Shue and then went back to the group.

"This is for you Blaine." Sam simply replied. Surprisingly Sebastian started the song off.

What would you think if I sang out of tune

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song

And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Blaine's heart soared as he watched his friends perform a song about friendship and support to him. They were basically telling him that they were all there for him. After his hospital trip, the realisation of how sick he really was humbled him enough to know that he would be leaning on all his friends to help him get better. The whole group took their stance to sing the chorus and Mr Shue patted him gently on the back as he saw how touched Blaine looked at their thoughtfulness and support.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Tina came up to sing the next verse, walking all the way to take his hand in her own as she sang to him and hugged him before the chorus started up with the whole group chiming in once more. Blaine could feel the tears had starting flowing generously down his face as he realised what an amazing group of friends he really had. All of them, old and new alike.

What do I do when my love is away

(Does it worry you to be alone?)

How do I feel by the end of the day

(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Jeff and Nick came up next to sing to him, each giving their old friend a tight hug and a warm smile. Blaine's wobbled in return. His eyes kept returning to Sam, waiting to hear when he would be singing for his best friend.

Do you need anybody?

I need somebody to love

Could it be anybody?

I want somebody to love

Sam walked up to Blaine next. All the love and affection showing in his eyes and he pulled Blaine up to hug him and held onto both his hands as he sang to Blaine his part. Blaine choked at the words Sam sang to him. He loved this blonde haired boy so much it hurt. It may not have been love at first sight but he was certain that this was love and that it was happening to him right now.

Would you believe in a love at first sight?

Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time

What do you see when you turn out the light?

I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends

Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?

I need somebody to love

Could it be anybody?

I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends

Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends

Yes I get by with a little help from my friends

With a little help from my friends.

When the last beat finished chiming from the band, Blaine flung himself into Sam arms, weeping happily that all his friends had thought of him so much. That there was so much love in the room for him. Neither Blaine nor Sam saw the looks that Jeff and Nick gave each other, or the pointed look that Sebastian gave Nick and Jeff either, at the fact that Blaine had immediately hurtled himself into Sam's arms. The reaction had been instant, with no hesitation. Nick was thinking only one thing and he thought that both Sebastian and Jeff thought the same. Blaine was completely and utterly in love with Sam. Nick vowed to have a quiet word with him about this topic at some point as it was getting to the point where something was going to break and Nick fervently hoped it would not be Blaine's heart.

"Hey, don't hog him all for yourself. I want a hug too!" Tina replied poking Sam and thus the boy relented and let the others in the group hug Blaine and state how happy they all were that he was back. Sam just looked over at his best friend, who looked so happy to be back where he belonged and smiled to himself. I'm so glad that he's back and looks so much better after only one day already. I just want him to be happy again. He deserves it so much.

A/N song used: With a Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles.