CHAPTER 11 – REMEDY
Monday for everyone involved at McKinley, and with the budding Sam/Blaine relationship, seemed to be in shock and walking on egg shells. Brittany was at school helping Santana with choreography for the Trouble Tones, Tina helped Artie finish up his interviews, and Sebastian made it back to Lima from New York with an hour to spare and was doing his best to stay awake and teach his students. Ryder was on Spring Break so he agreed to stay and help Jake with the boys since no one was sure if Blaine would show up or not. Even Jane, Mason, Spencer, and Skyler made the decision to enjoy the lake near Lima for the weekend before heading to the beach.
The one person not at McKinley to the surprise of everyone . . . Sam Evans, and he wasn't answering his phone either.
"Should we wait any longer?" Ryder asked Jake as Mason, Spencer, and Skyler listened.
"I don't think either of them are coming," Jake determined. "We'll start without them and see if they show.
He motioned for the boys to make their way to the stage.
"Let's start with the ballad and make sure it's solid before moving on to the dance numbers," Jake ordered and the guys all took their places on stage. It started with the 24 of them standing in six vertical lines, four deep, with a guy on each level of the risers.
"So what ballad are they doing this year?" Skyler asked them.
"We decided to go into the old wheelhouse of New Directions and reinvent it for the boys," Jake explained and as the musicians began, the three alumni of Dually Noted knew the song immediately.
(Don't Start Believin' by Journey – Anthem Lights Cover)
(Performed by the Men of Dually Noted)
The spotlight followed Lincoln as he walked forward.
LINCOLN: Just a small town girl living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.
Jaspar joined him.
JASPAR: Just a city boy born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere
"It sounds good, but is this really a competition song?" Mason whispered to Spencer.
"Yeah for a sucky school somewhere else. Why would they use a sad arrangement like this?" Spencer wondered.
The song continued with Bellamy.
BELLAMY: A singer in a smoky room; the smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night. It goes on, and on, and on, and on
MONTY: Strangers waiting; up and down the boulevard.
LINCOLN: They're shadows searching in the night.
JASPAR: Streetlights, people, livin' just to find emotion
Lincoln/Bellamy: Hidin' somewhere in the night.
Sam listened from behind the boys backstage. He'd stepped in the backstage door quietly and heard Spencer, Skyler, and Mason talking about how they didn't think the song fit. He agreed. It used to be the theme song at McKinley, but things had changed.
The boys moved back in line as the entire choir of boys sang together in a six part harmony during the next verse.
ALL: Working hard to get my fill; everybody wants a thrill. Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time. Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues. Oh, the movie never ends it goes on and on and on and on.
Sam walked up to the boys surprising them.
"I think you're right. It does kind of suck," he told them and walked away. All three of them grimaced when they realized he'd heard them.
He walked out into the auditorium as they boys onstage continued singing. When Jake saw him walking over he smiled and asked, "What do you think?"
"They sound great, but this isn't the right song. I was wrong. I'm not even sure you should do a ballad. Blaine's right. Sex sells with a group like this. I think I'm going to give you another dance number. I'll be locked into my office thinking about it," Sam determined.
Ryder stopped him from walking away. He could see the concern in Ryder's face. "Are you okay?"
"Does it really matter? I've got to keep going regardless," he exclaimed.
-FLASHBACK – The Previous Night, Kitty Wilde's Oscar Party-
Sam and Blaine stood outside Kitty's house on the front porch. Blaine went to knock on the door, but Sam pulled him back and into his arms.
"Are you sure you want to go inside? We've got all the time in the world to hang out with our friends. I just want to get you back in my bed," Sam's hands drifted down Blaine's back and cupped his ass.
"As much as I love that offer, even I need a rest after the three times we've already had this afternoon," Blaine reminded him. "I know you don't care about the Awards so we'll hangout and watch the Red Carpet shows. That's the best part of the night anyway. Then, you can take me home and we'll both be ready for Round Four."
Sam pulled away from Blaine slightly when he spoke of the Red Carpet Shows. "Is that what this is about? You want to see Kurt's debut with our friends?"
Blaine saw the look of worry in his new boyfriend's eyes. "The only person I want in my life is looking into my eyes right now, Sam Evans," he claimed, but the disbelief in Sam's eyes didn't go away, so he continued. "Look, in a way you're right. I don't love Kurt anymore, and I haven't for a really long time, but we were together for eight years and this is his biggest dream come true. As weird as it may sound, I don't want to miss out on that. But don't get it twisted. I'm going home with you. You're my priority."
"Okay," Sam blushed.
"We're good?" Blaine kissed him on the cheek.
"Yeah, we're good," Sam agreed as he rang the doorbell.
-PRESENT DAY – McKinley High-
Sam walked towards his office. He didn't really want to talk to anyone, but he still had to do his job. He saw Octavia and Raven walking towards him.
"Good morning, girls," he smiled weakly as he passed.
It surprised him when Raven reached out and grabbed his hand.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Evans. Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Of course, why do you ask?" he continued to fake his feelings.
"Stevie might have mentioned to me what happened last night," she whispered so others in the hallway didn't hear. "He's worried about you."
"My little brother worries a lot. I promise I'm fine," he insisted before pulling his arm away and turning to leave.
"It's just we all care about you, Mr. Evans," Octavia called out to him. "You help us all the time. We just want you to know we're here for you if you ever need anything."
He turned at her words remembering a time when he said something very similar to Mr. Schue. His world had come full circle. He reached out and hugged each girl with an arm at the same time. "Thank you girls. That means a lot!"
Sam walked away and the two girls' expressions changed to worried as he turned the corner and disappeared from view.
"So is he really okay or is he as good at hiding his emotions as the rest of the Evans' family?" Octavia wondered.
"I don't know. I just hope he's going to be okay," Raven lamented.
(All or Nothing by O-Town)
(Performed by the Trouble Tones)
RAVEN: I know when he's been on your mind. That distant look is in your eyes. I thought with time you'd realize it's over, over.
She and Octavia headed towards the auditorium
OCTAVIA: It's not the way I choose to live and somethin' somewhere's gotta give, a share in this relationship gets older, older
Suddenly, they were on stage with the rest of the girls in Trouble Tones, dressed in their black evening gowns.
CLARKE: You know I'd fight for you, but how could I fight someone who isn't even there. I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you, I don't care if that's not fair.
ALL: Cause I want it all or nothing at all. There's nowhere left to fall when you reach the bottom it's now or never.
Sam walked towards his office and stopped when he saw the trophy case with the Glee trophies in it. His team's 2013 1st Runner up trophy caught his eye as did the picture of him and Blaine hugging in front of it.
ALL: Is it all? Or are we just friends? Is this how it ends with a simple telephone call? You leave me here with nothing at all.
The spotlight turned on Maya as the song continued and Sam turned towards his office again.
MAYA: There are times it seems to me I'm sharing you with memories. I feel it in my heart but I don't show it, show it
STACY: Then there's times you look at me as though I'm all that you could see. Those times I don't believe it's right I know it, know it.
5 Lead Girls: Don't make me promises baby, you never did know how to keep them well. I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you it's time to show and tell.
Sam walked into the choir room to find the chairs stacked from the janitorial staff cleaning over the weekend. He began setting them for class.
ALL: Cause I want it all or nothing at all. There's nowhere left to fall when you reach the bottom it's now or never. Is it all? Or are we just friends? Is this how it ends with a simple telephone call? You leave me here with nothing at all.
A spotlight fell on Octavia and Raven.
OCTAVIA: Cause you and I could lose it all if you've got no more room, no room. Nowhere inside for me in your life
RAVEN: Cause I want it all or nothing at all. There's nowhere left to fall. It's now or never.
Every light on the stage illuminated the girls at 100% as they sang together.
ALL: Is it all? Or nothing at all. There's nowhere at all. There's nowhere left to fall. When you reach the bottom it's now or never.
Sam was so lost in his own thoughts he didn't even see the door to his office open and Santana stand there watching him.
ALL: Is it all? Or are we just friends? Is this how it ends with a simple telephone call? You leave me here with nothing at all. Or nothing at all. There's nowhere left to fall. When you reach the bottom it's now or never.
Sam turned and finally saw Santana standing there.
ALL: Is it all? Or are we just friends? Is this how it ends with a simple telephone call? You leave me here with nothing at all.
"How long have you been standing there?" he asked her.
"Long enough to know you're moping around and acting like you've already lost," she entered the room in the powerful glide she always had. "Where is Blaine?"
"Packing at my apartment. He, Tina, and Artie go back to New York tomorrow," he answered.
"Then why is he packing today?" she raised an eyebrow.
Sam knew how smart she was. She got to her point in two questions. "We decided he should probably stay at Tina's tonight."
"You both decided that together or you decided it for the both of you?" she knew Sam better than that. She also got her answer when he didn't respond so she tried a different tactic. "So you remember when you were a senior and I practically challenged you to a duel over Brittany?"
"Yes, and I won if I remember correctly," Sam smirked hoping to change the subject.
"Really? Do you have one of these on your ring finger?" she held up her wedding ring to remind him.
"I just meant that I won at the time," he digressed.
"You did, which is proof that one chapter of a story doesn't change the meaning of the whole story. When it comes to Brittany and me, you were a chapter in our story; a plot point. Luckily for you, Brit convinced me that you and I needed to be friends for her sake, and I for one, am glad she did," Santana explained. "I know you're mad at Blaine for accepting Kurt's idea, but you need to look at it like a road block in your story together and stop freaking out."
"So you're saying that I should trust Kurt?" Sam questioned.
"Hell no, I didn't tell you to go crazy just don't jump to conclusions," Santana scoffed. "You worry about trusting Blaine. Can you do that?"
"What about Kurt?" he inquired.
"Let Auntie Snixx take care of that for you," she exclaimed.
"You all by yourself?" it was Sam's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"No, she has help," Sebastian's voice floated through the office door as he joined them. "In fact, we have a plan in place already with some friends in New York."
"Do I get to know the plan?" he asked.
"The less you know the better," Sebastian and Santana said simultaneously.
"Well I'll say this," Sam walked up to them. "I would never want to take on the two of you at the same time."
He walked into his office and Santana grabbed Sebastian by the tie and led him out of the room. "Now you're going to tell me what you were up to last night whether you like it or not."
-FLASHBACK – previous night – New York City – JFK International Private Terminal-
"Will you stop freaking out," Sebastian insisted to Santana over the phone. "Everything is under control."
"Did you even see what Kurt did?" she questioned.
"No, I've been a bit preoccupied with plotting his demise with Hunter over and over and over again today," Sebastian smirked knowing she would get his implication. "But I do get streaming videos and you sent me like twenty links. The freaky fairy made the first move by announcing on national television that the rumors of his divorce were true, and I'm sure that was after he leaked it to TMZ in the first place."
"And did you get that he implied that Blaine was the one that was unfaithful?" she asked.
"Well, technically he was with a fine ass piece of man that I got reacquainted with over the weekend and I'm sure again with Sam by this point in their relationship," Sebastian reminded her. "I'm totally on Team Blaine, but let's not kid ourselves and act like he's completely innocent in all this."
"Kurt broke his vows first. That ended the marriage first," Santana stood her ground.
"Hence why I'm helping Blaine be with Sam when I could have kept him all to myself. This is me being a good person, Santana. Live with it," Sebastian continued. "Now, I'm at the airport. I'll be home really early in the morning, but I have one more meeting before my flight leaves."
"Are you at JFK?" she assumed.
"In the private terminal. You should know better than to assume I fly commercial," he scoffed as a young lady he knew very well sat down beside him. "I've got to go, Snixx, my appointment just got here."
He hung up the phone and couldn't help but smile at the beauty next to him.
"You definitely grew up and got gorgeous," the female voice flirted as she called the bartender over to order a drink.
"I wasn't gorgeous already?" he smirked. "It's good to see your beautiful face again, Sugar Motta. How is it being the head of the Motta Mafia now?"
"We don't call ourselves that anymore. When I took over from my Dad I made everything legitimate. We're Motta Incorportated now," she sipped on her pink concoction as soon as she had it in her hands. "Now I understand you're in need of my services before Wednesday. What does this have to do with that cutie, Blaine?"
"I need your help making sure that he gets everything he wants and that lying cheat of a husband of his takes his gay face and gets the fuck out. Are you willing to help us?"
She took another sip of her drink through a straw and smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
-PRESENT DAY – Los Angeles, E! Studios-
"Great job today, Kurt. I think you are going to fit in quite nicely on the show," Melissa Rivers, the executive producer exclaimed. "We'll see you again for taping in two weeks."
"Thank you Mrs. Rivers, I'll be doing everything I can to prepare for it," Kurt gushed as she walked out of his dressing room leaving him and Roy behind. "Roy, do you have everything packed up?"
"I do. Are we really going back to Manhattan early? I thought you and I were going to take some leisure time together out here?" Roy responded.
"You're so cute when you're like that," Kurt smiled and kissed him innocently on the lips. It wasn't the response that Roy wanted at all. "Why don't you go put these in the car and pull it around for me? There is a very important call that I need to make."
"Fine," Roy sounded dejected.
"Don't get huffy. Our flight isn't until tomorrow morning. I have all night to show you my appreciation for the good job you did this weekend," Kurt grabbed the boy's ass and Roy felt loved by the attention and all was better in his world.
When the door shut behind him, Kurt just rolled his eyes. "That one is so easy to control. Blaine on the other hand . . ."
Pulling out his phone he dialed a number he knew very well. He loved having friends that didn't know his whole high school history and everything about his life before his Broadway and Vogue success. Finally, the person on the other end of the line answered.
"Mr. Hummel, it's quite the surprise hearing from you."
"Brody Weston, it's been ages," Kurt began. "Look, I need you to reverse that favor I asked you for last year."
"Kurt, I might be the stage manager of the show, but I don't know that I can get the director to change leads now. It was hard enough to get him to pass on Blaine in the first place. Why the change of heart?"
"Because before I didn't want Blaine to be more famous than me and now I don't want him to leave New York," Kurt explained.
"I heard you were getting a divorce," Brody mentioned.
"Nothing has been signed. And look, Brody, let's cut to the chase. I am the only person that has proof of how you put yourself through NYADA or how you got your first three jobs on Broadway. Now, I know you're trying to transition from dancer to director and this Harry Potter Musical is a big step for you. I'd hate for you to lose that."
"That's not fair, Kurt," Brody had dealt with his manipulation for too long. He was fed up. "I wouldn't even know how to do it."
"I do," Kurt's voice practically floated as he spoke. "The little fairy that's your current lead and I have known each other in the past, biblically, and I know that he has a very big hard on for you. I talked to him last night at the Elton John party. You give him what he wants and he'll quit. Then you convince the Director to go with his second choice which is Blaine. Blaine makes his Broadway debut in three months and everyone is happy."
"Why should I do this for you?" Brody wanted the blackmail to be over.
"Because if you do, I'll give you the video and the pictures I have that you want to destroy and I'll never use them against you again," Kurt hummed and hung up. He knew that Brody would do it. He wanted nothing more in life than to be rid of Kurt forever and he knew he could finally call in this big final card.
As he walked out of the dressing room he put on his sunglasses, smiled and walked towards the door of E! Studios
(Something's Coming from West Side Story)
(Performed by Kurt Hummel)
KURT: Could be . . . who knows . . . There's something due any day. I will know right away soon as it shows. It may come cannon-ballin' down from the sky, gleam in its eye, bright as a rose. Who knows?
He stopped to sign autographs and take selfies with his new fans and loved every minute of it.
KURT: It's only just out of reach, down the block, on the beach, under a tree. I got a feeling there's a miracle due, gotta come through, coming to me.
Walking out of the building he got into his car's back seat and sat next to Roy as the driver departed to take them back to their hotel.
KURT: Could it be, yes it could. Something's coming, something good. If I can wait. Something's coming, I don't know what it is, but it is, going to be great.
He watched out the window as they past so many Hollywood sights and he took in what he wanted out of this lifestyle that was now in the palm of his hands.
KURT: With a click with a shock, bell will jingle, door will knock. Open the latch. Something's coming, I don't know what it is, but it is going to be great. Around the corner a-whistlin' down the river. Come on deliver to me . . .
Looking over at the beautiful young man sitting next to him, he slipped his hand between his legs getting his attention. Roy looked over to him and smiled, holding on to his arm and laying his head on Kurt's shoulder.
KURT: Will it be? Yes it will. Maybe just by holding still. It'll be there! Come on, something, come on in. Don't be shy, meat a guy, pull up a chair.
Getting out of their car, the driver got their bags for them and they headed into their Beverly Hills hotel together.
KURT: The air is hummin' and something great is coming. Who knows? It's only just out of reach, down the block, on a beach, maybe tonight . . . maybe tonight.
Kurt stood at the elevators waiting when he heard a familiar voice call out his name.
"Kurt?" he turned to see Sugar Motta walking towards him. "Oh my goodness that is really you. How are you doing? I haven't seen you in years. Actually, I don't think I've seen you since your double wedding with Santana and Brittany."
"Sugar, what are you doing here? I thought you were strictly doing business in Jersey and Brooklyn now," Kurt wasn't sure if he liked the idea of running into her or not.
"Oh dear no, we've diversified into Manhattan, Boston, and Philadelphia and now the business is moving to the west coast as well. Honestly, I just have a better mind for business than my daddy ever did, but I would never tell him that. Dear, we just have to catch up," she barely breathed she spoke so fast. "Say, I have reservations and Sur tonight would you and your cute friend like to join me," she turned her attention to Roy and extended her hand for him to shake. "Hi, I don't know you, but I'm Sugar. Kurt and I were practically besties when we were in high school. I was a flower girl at his double wedding."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Roy," he smiled intrigued by the young woman. "And I've always wanted to eat at Sur. What do you say, Kurt?"
"It's a date," he smiled. "We'll meet you in the lobby at six?" he questioned.
"Sounds wonderful," she stated before winking at Roy. "You are freaking beautiful so I'm just going to assume you're gay because all the beautiful ones are. See you tonight."
As he watched her walk away, the elevator doors opened and they enter.
"She is abrupt," Roy giggled.
"You have no idea," Kurt answered as the doors shut behind them.
-GLEE-
It was after school, and for the first Monday that he could remember, Sam cancelled rehearsal. Truth be told, New Directions was just an exhibition at state that year, and his second choir was ready to go. Jake was doing a great job with the boys and Santana with the girls. He knew they'd be fine with two weeks of rehearsal after Spring Break. He wanted to concentrate on Nationals, but right now his brain wouldn't concentrate on anything except Blaine.
He walked into The Lima Bean for his daily dose of coffee on the way home. Truthfully, he hoped to run into Kitty. If there was anyone that would give it to him straight about what he should do with Blaine it was her. But instead of Kitty, he immediately saw four smiling faces looking at him from the booth in the corner. Four of his former students home for their spring break and motioning for him to come over.
"Coach, get over here!" Spencer called out. His smile was beaming at seeing Sam finally. "I mean we come home and you're one of the main people we want to see and we can't find you anywhere."
"Well, I'm right here," he smiled and pulled a chair over to the booth. He realized this was exactly what he needed. Hearing how his former kids were doing would perk him right up. "I want to hear everything about what you're doing."
Jane stood up to hug Sam while Mason and Skylar shook his hand, but Spencer wasn't having that. He practically picked Sam up in a tight bear hug. "I've missed you Coach. It's been way too long."
"Damn, Spencer, how have you gotten stronger?" Sam pulled away and grabbed the boy's bicep. "I mean look at these things. I'm impressed."
"Yeah, got to get in good shape so maybe I can get drafted next year. Coach seems to think I have a shot," Spencer boasted and the rest could see the obvious admiration in his eyes that their former teacher was oblivious too.
"What about the rest of you?" Sam sat down to talk to them all.
"I got into law school at Yale," Skylar beamed at his news. Sam's smile widened.
"That's incredible, Skylar! I'm so proud of you!" he fist bumped the oldest of the three.
"Hey, Sam, can we talk," the conversation at the table stopped as Ryder interrupted the conversation. "Sorry to break in guys. I just really need to talk to him for a minute."
"Sure, Ryder," Sam agreed but turned back to Spencer. "How long are you going to be in town?"
"I think I've decided to stay in town for the week. These guys are heading to the beach tomorrow," he answered.
"Why aren't you going?" Sam knew it wasn't like Spencer to just give up a party week.
"Honestly, Alistair breaking up with me doesn't really have me in a party mood. I could use a little alone time," Spencer hoped Sam's caretaker gene would kick in after hearing his story.
It did. Sam squeezed Spencer's shoulder and massaged it a little. "I'm sorry to hear that, Spence. I tell you what. If you want to talk about it I could always use my old workout partner in the morning."
"6am? Just like old times?" Spencer's smile couldn't be wider.
Sam messed up the blonde's hair. "Hope to see you there." He turned to the other three. "Don't be strangers okay?"
They said their goodbyes and Sam walked out with Ryder and they headed into the park across the street.
"I'm guessing this is about the weird night with Kitty and Jake?" Sam decided to start the conversation as they found a park bench to sit.
"How do you know about . . ." Ryder began to ask but realized he knew the answer to his own question. "Kitty told you."
"She's not very good at keeping secrets especially when she's sexually frustrated," Sam revealed. "And evidently you are a big tease, emphasis on the big. You showed her the goods and then didn't let her play with them. Did you decide you didn't want her?"
"No, it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. I've wondered what she would look like since high school," Ryder defended what he did. "It's just . . . I . . . I still had feelings for Marley. It felt like I was cheating on her."
"But she broke up with you," Sam reminded him.
"Doesn't mean my brain accepted it yet. But now, I talked to her. She kind of gave me her blessing," he blushed.
"For just Kitty or do you plan on adding Jake to the mix?" Sam wondered.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Ryder focused their conversation. "When you were in high school I never even considered you would be having sex with guys. I mean, I thought you and Blaine might have fooled around some, but nothing major."
"Truth be told, I thought you and Jake had," Sam grinned.
"A lot of people did," Ryder laughed. "But we just joked around. Now he actually wants to have sex with me and he has had sex with you. I just don't get it."
"The actual problem is you haven't gotten any," Sam raised an eyebrow. "I know you pretty well Ryder. I know you don't discriminate at all and you probably have the same feelings for him that you do Kitty. Your issue isn't with them. It's with the fact that you haven't been with anyone."
"Way to put it out there, Sam," Ryder was embarrassed.
"I'm not saying that to hurt your feelings. It's the truth. And you may not be ready and that's cool. I told Kitty the same thing. No one should rush you into anything. But when you decide you want to try it out. You could do much worse. Both of them know exactly what they're doing," Sam got lost in his own memories.
"How many guys have you been with?" Ryder asked.
"Three," Sam didn't even flinch at the question. "Blaine yesterday, Jake you know about, and Sebastian was my first."
Ryder wanted to ask him how Sebastian was able to seduce him, but the confession that he and Blaine had slept together was the bigger surprise.
"Is that why this whole thing with him and Kurt and your weird love triangle has been so hard on you?" he asked.
"I think I overreacted. In case you haven't noticed from my past relationships, I have some abandonment issues. But I should know better than to think Blaine would ever make me feel like that," Sam realized.
"Maybe that's something you should tell him instead of me," Ryder suggested.
"And you should do the same to Kitty and Jake," Sam added.
"I will if you will," Ryder nodded.
The boys fist-bumped and then gave a quick hug before heading to their cars.
Sam couldn't stop thinking about his revelation. He should have known better. He didn't believe in Blaine. He would never do that again.
As he walked to the door of his apartment, he knew that he had to tell Blaine exactly how he felt and that he wanted him to move in with him here in Lima and for them to start a life together.
He unlocked the door, walked inside and saw Blaine standing there holding his phone in his hand with a complete look of shock on his face. He walked over and grabbed Blaine around the waist kissing him on the neck.
"Move in with me. I don't care about what Kurt said or what he meant or anything in this world but you. Let's make this work," Sam offered.
"Sam," Blaine turned around and for the first time he realized the shorter man had tears in his eyes. "I can't move back to Lima now."
"Why? What happened?" Sam felt the sting of rejection he never expected.
"I'm going to be on Broadway. I just got offered the lead in a new musical. I . . . I've waited my whole life for this," he explained. "Come with me. Live in New York with me."
Sam was stunned by the offer. He didn't know what to say.