CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kurt stood there staring at Rachel, angry at her for betraying him and taking Sam's side in the fight for Blaine. He started thinking of way to get back at her, but his immediate problem was that Mr. Schuester was standing in front of him and seriously angry. Mr. Schue noticed Kurt glaring passed him at Rachel.

"Rachel, go back inside and do what you're supposed to do. Kurt and I are going to have a little conversation," Mr. Schue insisted.

"I'll go with you, Rachel," Emma decided.

The two women went inside leaving Kurt to deal with his angered high school teacher.

"Can you honestly stand there and tell me that after everything you went through getting bullied by Karovsky and the rest of the football team that it doesn't bother you at all to bully Blaine and Sam?" his teacher asked.

"Oh, for god's sakes I'm not bullying them they are both bigger than me," Kurt made excuses.

"Something you shouldn't forget because in case you've forgotten Sam was the one that protected you. He took a fist to the eye for you. Blaine was the one that talked you through it and helped you adjust. Those two boys were there for you more than anyone else and you think it's okay to treat them like this?"

"That was almost two years ago!" Kurt screeched.

"So that makes it okay to treat two guys who cared about you like crap?" Mr. Schue accused. "When Rachel called me today and told me what you were doing I ridiculed her. I told her that there was absolutely no way that Kurt, a kid I've always watched take the high road and be there for his friends, there was no way he would be this vindictive. So she challenged me to come see for myself, and Kurt I've got to admit that I don't even know you; not this version of you anyway. How can I sit with the entrance committee and tell them what a great kid you are knowing what you've done?"

"It's not like they haven't done anything to me. It's not like he didn't go behind my back and fall in love with someone else," Kurt gasped admitting the real root of the problem.

"Is that it Kurt?" Mr. Schue's voice returned to the caring teacher he knew so well. "Is it that Blaine moved on that hurt you and caused you to do this? That when you suggested you take time a part that you always thought he'd wait on you?"

"He was supposed too," Kurt's eyes watered.

"It's a pretty big assumption to make, Kurt. I saw Blaine after you broke up with him and he was devastated. I also saw how he latched on to Sam for support. Now, I didn't know that Sam would reciprocate those feelings, that was a surprise to me, but I saw them that day and I knew that something was different," Mr. Schue explained.

"But he's supposed to be mine, I love Blaine," Kurt cried.

"I honestly believe you still do, Kurt, but you can't blame them for something that happened because of a decision that you made. That's not accepting responsibilities for your actions. The ball is in your court," the teacher advised.

"You're right," Kurt agreed as he got out his phone and started texting.

"Are you texting Blaine and Sam to apologize?" Mr. Schuester assumed he would do the right thing.

"Not exactly," Kurt said finishing the message before standing up and turning back to his former teacher. "I just texted Quinn and told her to guess which of her former boy toys is sleeping with Blaine. I know what I want, Mr. Schuester, and I'm willing to do what it takes to get it. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I've outgrown your high school advice."

Will sat there in shock by his words as Kurt walked away and back to his dorm room.

Two hours later, Blaine, Rachel and Wade Adams (aka Unique) sat in her dorm room discussing the events of the night.

"I can't believe that Kurt sent me on the stage dressed in drag to sing GOSPEL!" Wade fumed. "I mean, yes, it is the form of music I'm least familiar with, but obviously so is he because we completely got the idea for I'll Fly Away wrong. How was I supposed to know it was a song about the rapture? I thought it was about getting high. All the rappers use it so I just figured there was a connection."

"I'm really sorry about that, Wade," Rachel pitied him. "I'll be happy to help you if you don't like anymore of his ideas."

"Not that I don't feel bad for you, Wade, I do, but we have a bigger problem on our hands. What are we going to do about Kurt telling Quinn? How do you think she's going to react?" Blaine stressed out over the idea of her knowing especially seeing as how he knew how special she was to Sam.

"I still can't believe that crazy white boy did that," Wade commented.

"I've tried to call her three times, and I can't get through. Let me call Santana. If I can't get through to Quinn maybe Santana can check her temperature for us," Rachel decided. "But Blaine, I think you should call Sam and warn him. I wouldn't want him to get blindsided by this. In fact, I'm going to leave to make this phone call. Wade want to get ice cream? I'll buy."

"A date with Rachel Berry? How can I turn that down," he opened the door for her.

"Oh, and Blaine, I'll be gone for about an hour in case you and Sam need some alone time," she winked.

Blaine blushed. "Thanks Rachel."

Sam looked down at his phone to see Blaine's beautiful face appear on the screen.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to call me."

"It is so good to hear your face, baby," Blaine sighed.

"Baby, huh? That's new. I kinda like it," Sam chuckled.

"Rachel showed me the video of you doing Justin Bieber in Glee class. Sorry, but the nick name is going to stick after that," Blaine laughed.

"Are you saying I gave you Bieber fever?" Sam tried his sexy voice.

"I don't know about Bieber Fever, but I definitely have Sam Fever," Blaine giggled. "I miss you so much, Sam."

"I miss you too," Sam agreed.

"Listen, not that I couldn't sit here and just listen to you talk to me, but I have something serious to talk about. Kurt is up to his old tricks again," Blaine warned.

Sam let out a annoyed moan. "What has he done to you now, babe?"

"Not to me this time. He lashed out at you," Blaine waited to hear his reaction.

"Just tell me, Blaine. Rip off the band-aid so it will hurt less," Sam requested.

"Sam, Kurt told Quinn about us."

Silence rang through the phone.

"Are you okay? Sam, talk to me," Blaine pleaded.

"I hate him," Sam whispered through the phone and Blaine knew he was emotional.

"Rachel is trying to get in touch with her, but Quinn is so sweet and cares about you so much, Sam. I can't imagine her being anything but supportive," Blaine hoped to make him feel better. "Oh there is one other thing."

"Who else did he tell?" Sam cried into the phone.

"He didn't actually, Rachel did, but she needed help to try and stop Kurt, and he was going to be here anyway," Blaine tried to make it sound better.

"Mr. Schuester? Blaine, he's like my second Dad! I should have been the one to tell him."

"I promise it's okay, Sam. I talked to him tonight and he is completely supportive. He even told me to tell you that if you needed to talk to just call him."

Again, silence on the phone that Blaine hoped would end soon. He just wanted to be there with Sam holding him and making him feel safe."

"Well, I guess there is nothing I can do about it now is there," Sam conceded.

"I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better," Blaine confessed.

"Well. . ." Sam couldn't help but let his mind change directions. "I am here alone and in my boxers in this big bed all by myself."

Blaine quieted a moan that tried to escape his throat as his mind created that image in his head. "Rachel did say she would be gone for an hour."

"Tell me what to do, Blaine. My body is yours," Sam's seductive voice filled Blaine's eardrums.

"Touch your chest for me," he ordered.

"Mmmm, Blaine it feels like it's you. My chest is so hard from the workouts this week. My nipples are so sensitive," Sam moaned.

Blaine stood and pulled his shorts off and sat on the bed pulling his penis through the flap in his underwear. "What about that six pack of yours?"

"You mean eight pack?" Sam whispered. "I told you the two a day workouts have me looking good. Just wait till you get home, babe."

"God, I love it when you call me babe," Blaine said as he began to slowly stroke himself.

"I want to have sex with you, Blaine. I'm so tired of waiting," Sam confessed.

"Baby, I want it so bad. I want you to push me down between your legs and make me suck that beautiful cock of yours," Blaine began to give away all his fantasies. "And then I want you to pick me up in those big strong arms and throw me on your bed so I'll lay on my stomach. I want to feel you crawl on top of me and pin me to the bed as I feel you thrust into me for the first time. I want you to mark me as yours, baby."

Sam's breath became short. Hearing Blaine's words got him much closer than he expected to be this soon. "How do you want me to mark you?"

"You know how," Blaine said.

"I do, but I want to hear you say it, babe."

"I want you to cum on me, Sam. I want people to know that we belong to each other," he said.

Blaine heard Sam moan his release into the phone. He wasn't there yet, but then he heard Sam licking his finger and he said, "wow, it does taste good," and that image was just too much for Blaine and he released his orgasm as well.

"God, Blaine I think I l. . ." Sam began but Blaine stopped him.

"Don't say that," Blaine jumped into the conversation. "I know you feel that way and I hope you know I do to, but the first time we say it to each other, I want to be able to look into your eyes okay?"

"Okay babe," Sam agreed. "But until then, I am in serious like with you."

"I'm in serious like with you too, Sam."

At the end of football practice the next day, Coach Bieste pulled all the boys in to talk about the week. She mentioned that she would be making cuts during the next week and at the end of the week she would have her team. Once she finished, she turned the floor over to Sam.

"Okay guys, we've had a great week, and we really are on our way to getting another state championship for McKinley! But like in every great football movie you've ever seen, a great high school team does more for their community than play great ball. They inspire the community, and we have a great opportunity to do that for Lima tomorrow."

He looked up and saw Quinn sitting in the stands watching him. This wasn't where he expected her to confront him, but he would have to be ready for it.

"A lot of us a really lucky that we have families that support us and take care of us, but there are people in our community that aren't so fortunate. Tomorrow, we are going to work with the Cheerios and New Directions and help rebuild the Lima Women's shelter," he continued. There were some moans and under the breath comments about the two other organizations so Sam cut to the chase. "I know you all aren't fans of New Directions and some of you don't even like the Cheerios, but the fact of the matter is both of those organizations have brought as much respect to our school as we have. I think it's time that we all work together and show that the students of McKinley are passed the bullying and the hate and are willing to work together to make Lima a better place to live. So what do you say? Who's willing to donate their Saturday to help out?"

To Sam's surprise about half of them raised their hands without anymore coaxing. Coach Bieste didn't seem happy with the numbers.

"Let me make it a little easier on you, Sam. If you guys don't go volunteer you'll have no chance of making this team. What Sam is doing is a great idea and I fully support it which is why I'll be there all day to see who shows up and who doesn't."

At that all the hands in the group went in the air.

"That's more like it," Coach Bieste said. "Now go hit the showers!"

The boys all ran inside to get out of the heat. Sam stayed to talk to his Coach for a minute.

"Thanks Coach Bieste. I really appreciate your support for the Women's Shelter."

"I meant what I said, Sam. I think it's great what you are doing for those families and I'm glad to be a part of it. And you've done a great job putting this team together as well. All the guys look up to you and listen to you. I know I'm not picking the team til next week, but I already know who the captain will be this year," she smiled at him.

"Wow, coach, I'm honored," Sam admitted.

"You earned it," she grinned. "Now that cute glee teacher of yours called and said you need someone to hang out with you guys in the choir room so you can practice?"

"That would be great! It's the only way Figgins would let us work in the school. We just need an hour or so to work on some performances for tomorrow."

"Not a problem. I'll go unlock the choir room for you, but I'll have to hang around the locker room until it clears out," she explained.

"I completely understand," he smiled.

"One other thing, Sam," he noticed her face get serious. "Will and I talked about a lot of things last night, and I just want to say that I support you no matter what. I've got your back."

It took Sam a moment to realize what she meant, but when it did she smiled at him and put her arm around him. "You're a good kid. You deserve to be happy. Now I may be wrong, but I think there is a former Cheerio over there waiting on you. Good luck with that."

Coach Bieste walked back to the locker room and Sam took off his pads as he walked over to where Quinn sat.

"I guess you and I have some things to talk about," Sam decided to open the conversation.

"I would think so," Quinn wore sunglasses and Sam couldn't make out what kind of a mood she was in at the moment.

"Should I explain or do you have questions?" he asked.

She got up from the bleachers and walked down the stairs. She took Sam's hand and led him behind the bleachers. "I need to do something, so don't get offended and just answer my question after okay?"

He nodded.

She held his face with both hands and passionately kissed him. The kiss lasted over a minute. When she pulled away from him she looked him in the eyes. "You felt that, right?"

Sam wondered if she could see his hard on in his football pants. "Yes, I did, Quinn. That's not the issue."

"But you feel the same thing when you kiss, Blaine?"

"It's not the same thing, but it's the same feeling. He didn't turn me gay, Quinn, it's just him."

"So you're still attracted to girls?"

"If I wasn't wearing these pads right now you'd know how attracted to you I still am," he tried to explain.

"You just don't love me," she seemed to be understanding. She stopped and smiled. "You love Blaine, I'm a getting close?"

"It's okay to be confused, Quinn. I know it's not a usual way to be, and I can't explain it. It's just the way I am," Sam admitted.

"I get it. There's no need to feel like you have to defend yourself. It's no one's business but yours and Blaine's," Quinn hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Except Kurt made it his business too," Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh about that," she said pulling out her phone and texting. "Kurt - Sam and Blaine are beautiful together. Don't be that guy that can't move on. XOXO - Quinn."

She looked at Sam who couldn't help but smile at her. "Thank you."

"I just have one more question," she insisted.

"What is it?"

"Does he make you happy?" her eyes were serious.

"More than I've ever been before," he proclaimed.

She started texting again. "Blaine - no worries. With Sam now. Love him. Care for him. Treat him right or I will kick you ass. Love, Quinn."

Sam walked into the locker room which was almost empty at this point. He appeared to be the only person left. He walked to his locker and stripped down to his jock strap and put his equipment up. Grabbing a towel and his soap, he took the jock off and walked to the shower. As he rounded the corner he heard one of the football players singing. He stopped and listened.

(Here I go Again by Whitesnake)

NICK

Here I go again on my own; Going down the only road I've ever known; Like a drifter I was born to walk alone; and I've made up my mind; I ain't wasting no more time.

Sam thought back to the moment where Finn caught him singing in the shower. It was the first time they spoke and that led to him joining Glee. He knew this kid. His name was Nick Hall and he was a sophomore kicker for the football team.

I'm just another heart in need of rescue; Waiting on loves sweet charity; And I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days, Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams;

Sam couldn't get over the irony of the situation. Blonde shaggy hair, deep chocolate brown eyes; and a killer body; he could practically be his little brother, and now he was in the position Finn was in two years ago. On top of everything else, the kid had an amazing voice.

And here I go again on my own; Going down the only road I've ever known; Like a Drifter I was born to walk alone; And I've made up my mind; I ain't wasting no more time.

"You're really good!" Sam called out over the shower water as he stepped into the shower next to Nick and began to bathe himself.

"I thought I was alone in here," Nick became very shy at the appearance of the senior quarterback.

"No need to be ashamed. You have a great voice to go with that great punt kick of yours," Sam laid on the compliments just like Finn had done two years earlier. "Have you thought about joining New Directions?"

"The Glee Club?" Nick looked at Sam like he'd been slushied. "I don't think I would fit in there."

"What are you talking about. It's probably the most diversified team on campus and we have a national title. Plus, I'm one of the captains. Look we're actually having a practice this afternoon. Right now actually, you should come by and check it out. I'll let you shower in peace now. I don't want to make you feel weird," Sam joked.

Sam finished his shower and changed into athletic shorts and a t-shirt He left the locker room and made his way to the choir room where it seemed everyone was waiting on him.

"Finally!" Sugar jumped up. "Let's get started I have a mani/pedi appointment this afternoon that I can't miss or I might just very well die."

"Sorry it took so long guys, I was actually trying to recruit someone so I guess we'll see how that works out," Sam explained.

"Can we show you what we've got first?" Joe asked. He was standing with Rory, Jake, Mia, and Jess.

"You've got a number put together?" Tina asked.

"You asked me to remember?" Joe seemed put out like he'd done something wrong.

"No, Joe, I just hadn't heard from you. I didn't realize that you guys had created something. We'll sit down and watch."

The older members all took their places in the chairs. When Sam passed Joe he said, "I'm really impressed you got the whole band here."

"They're going to play all day tomorrow too!" Joe added happy he'd impressed Sam. "Okay guys let's do this."

(Larger Than Life by the Backstreet Boys)

Mia: Huh!

Rory: Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha

Jess: Ha, ha, ha, ha

Jake took center stage and look as if this was the easiest thing for him.

Jake: I may run and hide when you're screamin' my name, alright

Joe: But let me tell you now there are prices to fame, alright.

Rory: All of our time spent in flashes of light

Joe led the group into a pyramid formation with the girls behind him and the two other boys behind them and they danced to the chorus

All you people can't you see, can't you see; How you love's affecting our reality; Every time we're down You can make it right and that makes you larger than life.

Rory and Joe left the stage leaving the three freshmen to do the next verse.

Mia: Looking at the crowd and I see your body sway, c'mon

Jake: Wishin' I could thank you in a different way, c'mon

Jess: Cuz all of your time spent keeps us alive.

They sang the chorus again but this time with Jake in the lead.

"You've got yourselves a little star on your hands with that kid," Quinn smiled as she wrapped her arm around Sam's shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I think we are going to have a good year."

Sam noticed that across the hallway he could see Nick standing there and listening to them sing. He nodded for Nick to join them, but the younger kid just want's ready to accept things just yet.

In New York, Blaine was sitting and eating lunch alone on the second floor terrace. It was a beautiful day out and he wanted to enjoy the sun. Rachel was actually in one of her real classes so he had about an hour to himself. He decided to text Sam.

Blaine: Everything Okay?

Sam: Yeah, things are great! Bieste made me football captain and Quinn is completely cool with us.

Blaine: Yeah, I know I got her text. That's wonderful. And that' awesome about Captain. I'm really proud of you baby!

Sam: Thanks. Miss you. Talk to you tonight?

Blaine: Definitely!

"Would I be interrupting anything?" Kurt asked.

Blaine looked up and frowned. "Could I stop you if you were?"

"May I sit? I think we need to at least talk without me manipulating you and you having all your helpers trying to take me down."

"Go ahead," Blaine motioned to a chair for him. "And I don't think it has much to do with me. It's Sam. You can be mad at me all you want, but he hasn't done anything to you and you're so mean to him. That's why you've made so many of them angry with you."

"Maybe so," he agreed. "That's why I'm here. I want to negotiate a truce."

"Is that really what it's come too?" Blaine questioned.

"Sad isn't it?" Kurt frowned. You and I, we were good once upon a time, right?"

"Yeah," Blaine smiled. "it just didn't end happily ever after."

"Look, I've hurt you, I'm sorry, and I promise I won't reveal your secret to anymore students that are at or have ever been at McKinley, okay?" Kurt offered.

"That sounds nice Kurt, but what do you want in return?" Blaine felt as if Kurt was setting a trap for him.

"It's obvious you don't love me anymore so there's no point in me asking you to give me another chance. So I'll just hope that we can possibly be friends again one day. How is that?" Kurt suggested.

"It's sounds great if you mean it."

"What if I texted Sam right now and apologized to him. Would that help you believe me?" Kurt asked.

"Do it," Blaine said not believing that he would

Kurt typed into his phone and then turned it to Blaine so he could see the message. Blaine smiled at his ex for the first time in forever.

"Thank you, Kurt. That is more like the you I loved all that time."

"That's really who I am I promise," Kurt wanted Blaine to see his sweet side.

"I hope so," Blaine said looking at his phone for the time. "I promise I'm not trying to rush off but I have a class in ten minutes. So we'll talk later okay?"

"Sure, in fact, maybe you'd be willing to have one last meal with me to, I don't know, celebrate the end of our relationship and the beginning of our friendship?" Kurt suggested.

"Of course," Blaine smiled. "That sounds nice."

Kurt watched as Blaine walked away and as soon as he got out of earshot he located his father's number in his phone and dialed.

"Hey, Dad!. . .no everything is great . . . I called because I have a favor to ask. A friend of mine has come out of the closet and do you remember how hard it was for you to accept me being gay? Well I'm worried that Sam's dad is going to have the same problem. I know you guys know each other from when our family helped out his when they were homeless. Do you think you can talk to him so Sam will have an easier time and his Dad will accept him?. . .Thanks Dad."

Kurt ended the called and smiled.