"I'm just going to go!" Blaine said sadly.
Sam grabbed Blaine on the arm and spun him around. "Shane! Shane! Please! I didn't mean it like that. It was good, but it wasn't you. Noone ever is going to be like you! Ever! I swear!"
Blaine frowned, his shoulders slumping. "It's just, it's difficult. Walking in on you with someone else. I guess, it just made me-"
"Jealous, right?" Sam asked.
Blaine nodded. "I know that you're doing them this favor, but no one should be able to see you like that but me."
"Shane, it was sex. You know they can't afford that expensive procedure. But I swear, it's nothing like what you and I have."
Blaine frowned. "I know. I just want you to myself."
"How much of me do you want?" Sam smiled devilishly, moving his hand to Blaine's waist while nipping firm kisses on Blaine's neck, sucking and nibbling as he listened to moans escape his lover's lips.
"All of you," Blaine moaned. "Every last inch," Blaine panted, grabbing Sam face and kissing him fiercely. They only broke the kiss to pull one another's shirts. They both slipped off the rest of their clothes so that Blaine was in his boxer briefs and Sam was only in a pair of briefs. Blaine laid down on the bed, pulling Sam down on top of him, kissing him once more."
"Cut! That's a wrap! Great work, guys. Now, go get some clothes on and come get lunch. We ordered sandwiches, yo!" Artie laughed, rolling off the set
I hope that's the scene they use." Sam said, pulling on his jeans. "I'm really worried that it won't be."
"I agree. This is nuts, having to shoot all of these extra scenes. I mean, I understand why we have to do it. Artie said that a few blogs already posted that Cam and Shane were splitting up. Some fans are pissed already." Blaine stated, buttoning the fly of his jeans. "This is absolute insanity. I mean, I'm glad we're a hit and everything, but it's exhausting, and I hate not knowing which script they end up using," he sighed, pulling on his sweater. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
"I know, man, but until they figure out which weasel is leaking the scripts, it's a necessary evil. We don't want to get canceled or somethin'," Sam replied, resting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "It'll be alright. Let's go get somethin' to eat and head home."
"Sounds like a plan, man. I found a few listings for apartments online. Do you still want to check them out?" Blaine asked, tapping on his screen.
Suddenly a hand dropped on both Blaine's and Sam's shoulder. Blaine's phone dropped to the floor. "Hey, Blainey, White Chocolate!" Cooper yelled! "You two will have to make yourselves scarce tonight. I got a date with Lizzie, and I need the apartment tonight, okay."
Blaine scrambled to pick it up. "If you caused me to break that, you'll be purchasing me a new one. Where the Hell are we supposed to sleep?" Blaine snapped at his brother.
Sebastian strolled over to the table and stepped between Blaine and Cooper. "Hey, Killer. I couldn't help but overhear that you need a place to crash tonight. I'll share my bed. But the bed's only big enough for the two of us. Guppy Lips over there," he said, rolling his eyes," may have to find elsewhere. I saw a cardboard box on the side of the road that looked adequate."
"You might want to keep it for the day in the nearby future when they kick you to the curb," Sam replied coolly.
"You guys can crash at our place," Jeff volunteered. His fingers were laced with Nick's. "We're going to watch the new Antman movie. Whattaya say?"
Blaine looked at Sam. "I'm in. You?"
Sam nodded. "That sounds great."
Sebastian eyed Blaine. "Too bad. The show I planned to put on would be so much more entertaining," he said, licking the corner of his bottom lip. "Catch you later, then Blaine?" He asked, snagging a wrap from the tray.
"Not likely," Sam replied, "so you might want to check the traps for other rats like yourself."
"Oh, clever. You think of that one all by yourself?" He cocked his head to the side and sneered. "Probably not."
"You know what. It's a good thing you're gay." Jeff said with a sly smile.
"And why is that, Backseat Boy."
"Because whoever winds up with you is going to have to have a major love of assholes." Nick finished, giving Jeff a peck on the lips."
"Whatever," Sebastian said, storming out of the room.
"You two are sickeningly cute." Blaine smiled. "You sure you still want us over? I don't want to impose on your time together."
Nick smiled. "It's fine, man. I can tell you guys need to have some time away. I mean, we still have to reshoot that scene with Coop tomorrow, and there's no telling how long that will take. I mean, he walked into the middle of our scene with a sandwich shoved in his mouth earlier. I've got a feeling we are all in for a long day tomorrow."
"Aren't we always," Blaine laughed. "Thanks again, guys. I owe you one. We'll be by in about an hour or two."
"Sweet," Jeff smiled, slapping Nick on the butt. "Call us first. If we don't pick up, give us another half hour," he teased.
"I swear," Blaine laughed. "You two are insatiable. But it's adorable. I'm super jealous."
"Aw, don't fret, Blaine. You'll find someone."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, you're a catch. You guys should see how many fan pages are popping up on Tumblr for him."
"Really?" Jeff asked. Do we have pages too?"
"Are you kidding? You guys are fan favorites, especially since you two are a couple in real life. People are calling you Niff."
"Niff? That sounds like sounds like something you do with your nose," Nick laughed.
"Baby," Jeff smiled, "I think it's cute." He turned to Blaine and Sam. "What about Rick and Jess. Do people have a name for them?"
"Please don't tell me it's Jick or Ress," Nick said, shaking his head.
"They call you Darling. You know, like blending your last names, Starling and Deville,' Sam smiled.
"That's sweet. Don't you think so, Darling?" Jeff asked, glancing at Nick and squeezing his hand. "What do they call you guys?" Jeff asked.
Blaine smiled. "We're Caine. Oh, that reminds me. I need to check something. Sam, can you bring your tablet?"
Sam smiled. "Yeah, sure dude. Are you going to read that story to me tonight?"
"What story?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, just a Star Wars fic. It helps Sam fall sleep," Blaine answered quickly.
"But I thought it was that-"
Blaine jabbed Sam in the ribs. "Nope, it was Star Wars."
"Oh, well, cool," Sam replied, confused.
"So, we'll see you in about an hour or so," Blaine said, looking at Nick and Jeff.
"Yeah, see you then," Nick replied.
"Don't forget to call first," Jeff hollered as they headed for the door.
Blaine laughed. "Sickening."
"Oh, please. We both know you're jealous." Sam laughed.
"I'm happy for them, Sam. They're both great guys, and they deserve each other. I might want what they have, but it does give me hope that it's possible." Blaine explained.
Sam cocked his head sideways. "So, why did you tell them the story was about Star Wars? I was talking about the Partners story."
"I know, Sam. I just- I just didn't want to explain all of that to them. She emailed me again."
"Wait, when did you even check?"
Blaine's eyes shifted to the floor. "Um, when I took that break earlier. I checked it on my phone."
"In the bathroom. Dude, that's kinda gross," Sam laughed.
"No, what's gross is when you answer your cell when your actually using the bathroom. I didn't actually use it. I just wanted to see if she messaged me back after that misunderstanding. I couldn't help it."
Sam looked right in Blaine's eyes. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a crush on this girl or something."
Blaine shook his head. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you are so wrapped up in these messages. Is that what you were checking on your phone earlier?" Blaine nodded. "I have to admit, she is quite witty. Did she answer my question about who's hotter?"
"No, she asked me what I thought? I said I thought Cam was," Blaine said.
Sam cocked his head sideways. "Really? Thanks, man. But why?"
"You know me. I'm not going to toot my own horn, and you know how self-conscience I am regarding my body. Yours is perfect. If my body looked like yours, I might be more open to doing more revealing scenes."
Sam shook his head. "Blaine, you have to know you're a good looking guy. And Shane's adorable. He's got that Clark Kent going on, with the glasses and the gelled hair. I don't know about the cardigans and the bow ties. But he's cute."
Blaine shook his head and smiled. "I swear, sometimes I doubt your sexuality."
"Nope, I totally dig boobs," Sam blurted, then blushed when one of the assistants gave him a funny look. "Sorry. I'm sure yours are nice," Sam said apologetically to her.
Blaine chuckled as the girl tossed her hair and stormed off. "You may be cuter, but I have a lot more game. Clearly, I'm a better catch, even though you have a bigger fanbase than I do."
"Not necessarily true anymore, bro. Not since that episode aired last week with you in the red speedo. You should see the fanart."
"Oh, God!" Blaine groaned, facepalming. "Someone drew me in the speedo?"
"Uh, not really. They drew you holding it above your, um-junk," Sam sputtered, shaking his head.
"Oh God. Are you serious?" Blaine asked as a look of sheer mortification spread across his face.
Sam laughed and shook his head. "I wish that I was. Hell, I wish I hadn't seen it on my dash so many times. That's an image I won't be able to wipe from my mind any time in the near future, although that's still not as bad as the fanart of Dylan and Christian. I mean, there's one with Sebastian handcuffed to the bedpost, and Coop, I mean Dylan-"
Blaine held up his hand in a stopping motion. "Dear Lord, stop! I told you that I don't want to see or hear anything about my brother in compromising positions with anyone, especially not Sebastian. Damn, I'm going to have to bleach my ears after that."
"Well, then, we're even for all the times I had to cleanse my eyes after walking in on you and Kevin at Dalton?"
"Hey, I told you what a tie on the door meant," Blaine replied, blushing.
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me that he used your tie to secure you to the bedpost," Sam answered.
Blaine's cheeks turned bright red. "Hey, It's not you haven't ever done anything a little on the risque side. We shared a room and now, we share a wall. I guarantee I have more incriminating stories on you than you have on me."
Sam pursed his lips and nodded, "Fair point. So, are you going to tell her that you're actually a gay guy?"
"Yeah, if she asks, but I did make a remark about me wearing bowties," Blaine answered.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. Girls can wear bowties too. You know what Unique in wardrobe says, "Fashion knows no gender," Sam said in his best Unique impression, his finger wagging back and forth."
Blaine laughed. "True. Do you really think I should make a big deal about it?"
"Well, she might feel a little embarrassed if she tells you something girly, and then, she finds out you're a guy, especially if she finds out that you are Blaine Anderson?"
"I don't mind telling her I'm a gay guy, but I don't plan on saying anything about being Blaine Anderson. I mean, you know what it's like meeting someone after you're famous. I mean, sometimes I just want to carry on a normal conversation without feeling like my words are going to pop up on social media or people are going to read to much into what I said."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, dude. I get it. That's why I'm not even trying to meet anyone right now. And you just wait. If the show gets nominated for a Golden Globe, it's going to get crazier. At least that's what Sylvia says. I wish people understood that we are entitled to have some privacy."
"I'm glad you said that," Blaine chuckled., "because I reset my password on my account."
"Hey, I meant privacy from the public. Not from my best bud that's using my initials to chat with some girl that thinks I'm hotter," Sam protested, grabbing his phone and trying to pull up the fanfiction site. "Come on, will you at least show me where she describes how much hotter than you I am?" he pouted.
"Nope," Blaine laughed. "She deserves her privacy too."
Sam hit his Tumblr app on his phone. "Fine, just for that, I won't show you that fanart of you in the speedo. It's kind of sad, actually, that she seemed to paint somethings smaller than they might actually be."
"Wait, what? Let me see that!" Blaine begged, reaching for Sam's phone, but Sam put it behind his back, only to have someone pull it out of his hands.
"What are you two cackling about over there," Santana asked, glancing at the screen. "Holy crap, Sam! So, are you two getting busy on and off screen, now? Damn, Blaine. Somebody certainly has a rich fantasy life if they were imagining your dipstick is that big!" She exclaimed. "However, I guess the poor soul had no choice since you insisted on a 'prude clause' in your contract."
"It's a no nudity clause, Santana, and I'm not a prude. I just happen to believe that some things are best left private," Blaine explained.
"Apparently, the chick that posted this doesn't agree," Santana laughed. "Hmmm, Pamala Landsbury. That's a stripper's name if I ever heard one. Wouldn't you agree, Sam?"
"Hey, not everyone can pull off a name like White Chocolate," Sam defended.
"Yeah, neither could you," Santana sassed. "So, Samgelina Joli, do you actually have an account on here or are you just trolling on here for pornographic pictures of your bestie?"
"It's not pornography, Santana. It's art. It's not showing anything sexual, just the human form. I think it's quite funny that you of all people are bringing this up when you're the one with a known sex scandal," Sam retorted.
Santana tossed her hair. "Please! That tape was a publicity stunt to get me and Britt noticed, and it worked, didn't it. We both got jobs on the show, didn't we?" Sam grabbed his phone back from Santana. SEPartnersfan, huh? Is that your page?"
"Yeah, why? Don't you have social media accounts?"
"Yeah, I do, but I don't actually do the posting. It just links to my website with news and stuff. But PR is the one that actually handles most of the posts. But you know they said that some of the leaks are happening on Tumblr. You wouldn't be responsible for that, would you?" Santana accused with a sly smile.
"Of course not! Why would I do that? The show is my source of income. I wouldn't try to sabotage mine and Blaine's job," Sam replied.
"Just checking. I'd be really careful about that. I'd hate for the producers to think you were responsible for that," Santana warned.
"I think they know he wouldn't do that," Blaine chimed in. "He's allowed to have a Tumblr page."
Santana put her hand on her hip. "Well, I'd be careful. You know how on edge they are. They've fired people for less."
"Thanks for the concern, Santana, but I think they know I wouldn't betray my castmates like that." Sam tapped Blaine, who was typing something on his phone. "Hey, we should probably get going. Niff are expecting us."
"Oohh, you guys planning an orgy? Wanky! Santana winked.
Sam and Blaine both rolled their eyes. "Uh, no. Coop kicked us out for the night. Some hot date. But we're going to get a new place soon anyway."
"Wait, you two are going to get a place together?" Santana asked. "Are you trying to start even more rumors. Or did I hit the nail on the head and you really are getting busy off the set?"
"Just because you and Britt and Jeff and Nick are a legit thing, doesn't mean that we are," Blaine replied. "We just have to get out of that apartment, between Blaine, me, Cooper, his fifty girlfriends, and his ego, the place is getting a little crowded."
"There's a place available in our building. It's a little steep, but I bet I could get the landlord to look at your application. He has this fantasy of watching me and Brittany making out."
"You'd do that?" Sam asked, scratching his head. "Why?"
"Because you never know what kind of pervs are going to move in. At least, if you two move in, we know what we are getting into. You guys want me to get you the information?"
Sam looked at Blaine, who gave him a why not look. "Sure. that'd be great. Thanks, Santana. We gotta run. See you tomorrow," he waved heading for the door.
"You really think that's a good idea?" Blaine asked as they walked to the parking lot. "It's Santana and Britt. It couldn't be worse than sharing a place with Coop," Sam reasoned as he got into the passenger's side of Blaine's car.
"Yeah, that's the truth. It's an option, but let's look into some other places too," Blaine said as he shut the driver side door. "We'll discuss it later tonight, but we need to go get some stuff before Coop's date gets there. Otherwise, we might both be walking in on something awkward," Blaine laughed, as he turned up his radio.
Outside the car in a dark corner, a camera snapped about a dozen photos of Blaine's Prius.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry there are no messages in this one. They will return in the next chapter. Happy reading. Reviews = boxes of chocolates