Chapter 12

Blaine's POV

I left Dalton feeling an overwhelming sense of un-accomplishment. Not only had I failed to help Jeff, but I also completely failed at getting Sebastian to accept my help as well. There was still hope for Jeff, I knew he was just scared right now, and eventually he'll build up the courage to admit the truth. But Sebastian? I honestly worried about that guy. When he had told me that his family had kicked him out of his own home, I couldn't believe it. How could a parent ever do that to their child? I mean my parents weren't the most supportive of my sexual orientation, especially my dad, but I knew for a fact they would never even consider something so...sick. Sebastian had nowhere to go to, and his illogical pride stood in the way of him rectifying that.

But I knew that I wasn't going to give up on him, even if just to spite him. It's like he expects everyone to disappoint him, so he never bothers to let anyone get to know him for who he really is; but that was going to change. I was going to get through that boy's thick skull, and I'm going to get him to let me help him.

But first, I owed someone an apology. I hated fighting with Sam, and since it was me who had started it, it only seemed fair that it's me who ends it. I wasn't even going to bother trying to call him, since I knew that he would only ignore the call. No, I had no choice but to go to his house. At least there, he would have no choice but to let me talk.

Sam's mother was the one who answered the door. "Blaine? Hi. Was Sam expecting you?"

"Uh, not exactly. But I need to tell him something."

"Oh. Let me call him. Sam! There's someone here to see you!" Mrs. Evans yelled.

I saw Sam's blonde hair peeking around the corner of his bedroom before the rest of him started walking toward me. His mom smiled before heading to the kitchen, leaving me and Sam alone in his living room.

"Look Sam, I came to say I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean anything I said to you, I was just tired and stressed. Not that I'm trying to make an excuse. But I really am sorry." I told him sincerely.

"Yeah, so am I. Dude, I'm so not homophobic, and you know that; I mean, my girlfriend used to have a girlfriend. But that doesn't make what I said to you right either."

"Well I forgive you. No hard feelings." I smiled.

"Great. Since you're here, do you wanna come watch YouTube videos with me? I found this great one where a cat beats up a duck." Sam grinned at me.

"Yeah, sure."

We spent the next 45 minutes watching online videos of animals either punching, flushing, or attempting to drown other animals, and I have to say that I really enjoyed it. Not the clips so much as the fact that Sam and I were back to normal.

And I wasn't even distracted by the fact that we were lying next to each other on his bed, probably because even though I had forgiven him, it still bothered me that it seemed to bother him that I was gay. Eventually I couldn't hold my tongue anymore, "Hey Sam, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, shoot."

"I know we've moved past this, and I'm not mad or anything anymore, but if you're okay with gays, then why did you say that to me at the hospital? It's not personal, I'm just curious."

"Well I said that because I couldn't think of anything bad to say about you." He replied staring at the laptop screen (it was the one that the Warblers had left in the choir room after stealing the Nationals trophy).

"Why would you want to say something bad about me?" I frowned.

"Dude, we both know I'm not the smartest, or even smart at all. And sometimes I get a bit sensitive about that, so when you said that stuff, it made me feel kinda crappy. And it's childish and immature, but I wanted to hurt you back. The problem was that I couldn't think of a single bad thing to say about you, so I instead went for the one thing I knew would offend you." He still wasn't looking at me, probably because he was uncomfortable.

"Sam, I think you're very intelligent. Look at what you accomplished with saving out shot at Regionals. And I would never say otherwise, but I'm sorry if it came across that way." I felt terrible. I had honestly never meant to call Sam dumb, because that's not what I believed. Not at all.

"Thanks man. I actually wanted to come talk to you today after school, but you left in such a hurry I never got the chance. Where'd you go?"

Before I got a chance to answer, Sam's little sister came into the room and stared at me, "Why's your hair so shiny?"

"Because I'm addicted to wearing way too much hair-gel." I smiled.

"Come on Stacey, not now. We're busy." Sam said.

"Whatever. Mom just sent me to ask your boyfriend if he wants to stay for dinner."

"Yeah, he wants to. Now get lost." Sam told Stacey. She stuck her tongue out at him and left.

I waited until Stacey had left the room before I burst out laughing. Sam joined in.

"Does she know that I'm gay or something?" I asked him.

"I hope not; since she's not even supposed to know what that word means yet. I think she was just being a little kid. I hope you don't mind that I said you were staying, I just thought you'd be too polite to say yes."

"I don't mind at all, thanks."

"So, you never answered my question." Sam went back to watching the videos.

"What question? Oh, that one. Believe it or not, Sebastian called me."

"Really? Why?"

"He wanted my help with something I'm afraid I cannot tell you."

Sam looked away from the laptop and gave me a suspicious look.

"No Sam, it's not like that. It was something important. Not that I was any help. Anyway, guess what? Sebastian's own family kicked him out. The kid's money-less and homeless." I wasn't telling Sam this because I liked to gossip, I was telling him this because somehow Sam was able to get into Sebastian's head and predict that he was going to try and kill himself. Obviously Sam understood Sebastian better than most people. Including me.

"Ouch. That's harsh. Why?" Sam closed the laptop and turned to me.

"He didn't say. In fact, he didn't say much of anything. I actually feel sorry for him. Sure, sometimes he could act like evil-incarnate but maybe that's because of the way he grew up. I can't imagine his parents were all warm and fuzzy toward him." I shrugged.

"Maybe he did something? His dad is after all a state's attorney, maybe Sebastian suicide attempt hurt his rep." Sam suggested.

"Yeah, I thought of that too. But I mean, even if he got fired or something, his son tried to kill himself. The logical reaction is not to throw him out on the street."

"Personally, I think that whole family is messed up. But maybe it's a good thing he's not living with them anymore, it gives him a shot at growing up to not be like them." Sam clicked his knuckles until he saw the face I was making, then stopped.

"If he lives long enough to grow up. Dalton is expelling him, and he'll need to evacuate his dorm soon. Then what? He's literally out on the street. I offered my house but the hot-headed idiot chose to be stubborn and proud." I shook my head.

"He'd rather be a homo hobo than stay with you?" Sam chuckled at his own joke.

"Pretty much. I don't know what to do. I want to help him, but if he doesn't let me, there really isn't much that I can do." I sighed.

"Why don't I go talk to him? I think I might have a shot at changing his mind. I mean I won't be able to let him stay here, even if my parents don't mind, I know they can't afford it. But I think I could convince him to take you up on your offer."

"If you can, then Samuel Evans you're a miracle worker." I grinned.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Okay; Stevie just took your phone." I laughed as I watched the little boy sneak into the room and ninja-swipe Sam's cellphone.

"What? Come back here with that!" He chased him out of the room.

I waited a few seconds until Sam came back, only to yell at me to help him. Together we managed to corner Stevie and tickle him until he handed Sam back his phone. The little boy ran away giggling.

"Sam! Blaine! Dinner's ready." We heard Mrs. Evans say.

"I swear if that little mongrel tries to steal my milk again tonight..." I heard Sam mumble as we walked back to the living room. I laughed silently.