What Light Through Yonder Window
No one, not even Tina, Ryder, or Jake had expected Sam to kiss Blaine in front of the entire Glee Club. Finn was especially surprised considering he had just had breakfast with Sam and Kurt Blaine's ex-boyfriend and his step-brother. This finally made Finn understand the odd conversation this morning. He comes up behind the two boys and places a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Dude, how long has this been going on, and does Kurt know about you two," Finn asked.
"He knows that Blaine is seeing someone, but I don't think he knows it's me for a fact…but I think he suspects," Sam said in a nervous tone.
"This is pretty big bro…how do you think people will take it," Finn questioned.
"I don't know, but I really don't care much right now. Just let me enjoy this for a little bit, okay," Sam responded.
Finn agreed that it really wasn't his business. It was Kurt, who broke up with Blaine, and it was Kurt who had ignored Blaine, and it was also Kurt who moved to New York. Finn was certain that everybody deserved to be happy and that both of them was single when they started whatever it was that they had so they really wasn't hurting anyone.
"How long has this been going on," Artie quizzed.
"It started over the weekend," Blaine answered.
"And, how did it get started," Tina hissed with a broad smile across her face.
"Tina and Santana made me and Blaine come clean to each other about how we felt," Sam said as his smile broadened.
Both boys were grilled by their friends for a few minutes until Finn settled everyone down so he could go into his Sectionals plans. The remainder of Glee was pretty typical except for some additional whispering, and both boys heard their names mentioned various times in hushed tones. After the club broke to complete their days Sam and Blaine slipped off so they could have some time alone.
"I thought we weren't going to tell everybody yet," Blaine asked.
"Well, we weren't, but I saw you sitting there and I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss you, and touch you, and you know what screw them. If they can't deal with it, then ya know haters just gonna hate," Sam stated.
Blaine knew that Sam wasn't realizing all the consequences that were now going to be smacking him in the face. His only hope was that it would take a while before it happened but somehow knew neither one of the boys were going to be that lucky.
The next morning Sam jumped out of bed to the sound of his alarm clock. He sat up on the side of the bed for a few minutes before he looked at his phone for the time. He knew it'd be at least another hour before Blaine woke up, but wanted to talk to him before he went for his first work out of the day.
"He-hello," Blaine mumbled.
"Morning sunshine, how are you," Sam asked with energy and intensity.
"Are you serious?! Do you have any idea what time it is? Why do you hate sleep," Blaine asked.
"I just wanted to say good morning," Sam said.
Blaine could hear the disappointment in his voice, and said, "Well, if I have to wake up this early there is nothing better than waking up to your voice."
Sam suddenly felt better. He basically heard what he wanted to hear. He knew that today was going to be a good day, but was still nervous over the fallout of his kissing Blaine the day before. He decided he wasn't going to let the possibility of what could happen interfere with his routine. So he got up, showered, and went to the gym. He worked out for a hour, and then went back to the Hummel's to get ready for school. When he stepped out of the shower Mrs. Hummel yelled to him saying his father was on the phone for him. Sam was nearly late as it was, so he just asked her to express that he would call him after football practice then ran out the door so he could go to school. He noticed that there weren't as many people talking to him as usual, and a couple of times he could have sworn that he even saw a few girls giggling and whispering as he walked by. When he got to his locker he saw "Mrs. Warbler" spray painted on it in bright neon pink. The rest of the day seemed to follow along these patterns. Blaine tried to comfort him at lunch, but to no avail. They even ate outside by themselves so Sam wouldn't be made fun of, and get some break from it. Finally the end of the day arrived, and he had Glee Club before going to Football. He walked in and took his usual position next to Blaine, but today it was different. Everyone already knew that he wasn't just friends with Blaine anymore, but instead he was trying to become his boyfriend. Everyone was accepting here, and this was a safe spot. For the first time that day Sam was able to just relax; until Ms. Pillsbury came to the door and asked to speak with Sam in her office.
Sam thought, "What now," to himself as he walked with the school counselor to her office. As he rounded the corner he saw someone sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk. It didn't take but seconds for him to make out the face of the man, and then he ran into to office and wrapped his arms around the man.
"Dad, what are you doing here? Is everybody alright, what's going on," Sam asked.
"Yeah, Sam, I…I got a call yesterday…and…well, I guess I needed to hear it from you," said Mr. Evans.
"Hear what from me, Dad," Sam asked with a confused look across his face.
"Well the person who called me said you kissed some guy in your Glee Club yesterday," Mr. Evans stated.
"Yeah, I did, it was Blaine. Me and him are dating," Sam said without any complication.
"When did you become some sort of queer son," questioned Mr. Evans.
"I…I'm…I'm not a queer. I still like girls and all Sir, I just love Blaine too," Sam defended.
"You can't have it both ways. You're either queer or you're not queer. Which is it," asked Mr. Evans.
"Mr. Evans, I can understand the shock of what Sam just told you, but there is no need for that tone or language. That's why you were brought here. So we could discuss this calmly. Now Sam, have you ever had feelings for boys before," Emma asked.
"No, never…it's only been Blaine," Sam said.
"Would you stop saying that perverts name," Mr. Evans demanded.
"He's not a pervert! He's a good guy…Sir," Sam said trying to defend his boyfriend.
"No he's not good. You've been raised better than that. You know he's going to burn in Hell, and now you're letting him take you there with him," Mr. Evans preached.
"Dad, I didn't ask for these feelings. I didn't want these feelings. God gave them to me so there has to be a reason for it," Sam tried to persuade, but his father stood up and slapped Sam hard across the face.
"Don't you dare add blasphemy to your pervertedness. Not in front of me. You were raised better than that. Now go and get your things so we can get on the road. I'm going to sign you out and take you back with me," Mr. Evans said.
"No! I'm not going anywhere with you," Sam yelled as he held his face and then ran out of the room.
Mr. Evans grabbed his hat and walked out of the office leaving Emma standing there with her mouth open unable to speak over what she just experienced. She placed her head in her hands and started to cry when Blaine walked in.
"Mrs. Pillsbury, is everything okay," Blaine asked.
"No, Blaine honey, it's not okay by a lot," She responded with tear filled doe eyes.
"What happened is Sam okay," Blaine asked with a look of concern spreading across his face.
"Sam's dad found out that you two were seeing each other…and…well, he's against it. Blaine, when did all this happen? I'm confused. I thought you were trying to get back together with Kurt," Emma said.
"It just started…and Sam helped me move on from Kurt, but then our feelings developed…it's a long story. I just really need to find him, do you know where he went," Blaine asked.
"He stormed out and went that way," Emma said pointing towards the stairs to the roof.
"Is he still with his dad," Blaine questioned
"No…his dad went the other way…come to think of it…that was odd. Blaine, you go look for Sam, I have to make a phone call," Emma said as she sat back down and picked up the phone's receiver.
Blaine took off like a shot running up the stairs. He looked in every nook and possible hiding spot until he ran across his sobbing boyfriend crouched down on the floor behind the risers in the gym. He sat that with his legs pulled up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them, and his head buried.
Back in Emma's office she just finished her call with Bert Hummel. She figured if anyone could understand what Sam's dad was going through and help him it would be Bert.
"Mr. Hummel, Bert, this is Emma Pillsbury how are you," Emma asked sweetly.
"Well…I'm confused. I just got a call from Sam's dad saying that he was signing him over to the State's custody because he wasn't dealing with anymore of his 'crap'. What the hell is going on at that school now," Bert asked.
"Oh my God…Sam started dating Blaine, and someone called and told Mr. Evans and obviously he's not taking the news well. He just slapped Sam right here in my office in front of me. What can we do," Emma asked.
"HE HIT SAM," Bert screamed so loud Emma had to move the receiver away from his ear.
"Yes, and Sam's run off. But, you said he's signing him over to the State…," Emma asked for confirmation.
"That's what the son of a bitch told me. I just thought he was pissed off over Sam living here instead of supporting his sorry ass anymore," Bert said.
"What can we do for Sam now," Emma asked.
"Well I thought about just taking him in as a Foster Parent, but because of being a State Representative they say I can't be in D.C. and there too. I really don't know what we can do," Bert said.
"Alright, I have an idea…I'm going to need your help, and from the sound of things we have got to work fast," Emma said.
Blaine crawled in beside Sam and put his arm around his shoulders, and then leaned his head against Sam's. The two boys just sat there silently. Sam finally was able to control his tears and he raised his head. Blaine noticed the huge red hand print that was across Sam's face and started raising his hand to stroke it gently. Sam pushed him off and slid away from Blaine.
"Don't touch me," Sam demanded.
"I…I'm sorry…I was just trying to…," Blaine started but was cut off by Sam.
"I know what you were trying to do. I can't deal with this right now! My dad is a jack ass. I don't know what I'm going to do Blaine. He's wanting to make me go back to Kentucky with him," Sam said.
"When do you leave," Blaine asked in a low monotone voice.
"I'm not! I'll run the hell away first. He…he hit me…he's not hit me since he stopped drinking Blaine. I've disappointed him again," Sam said.
"How did you disappoint him enough to make him hit you," Blaine asked.
"I fell in love with a man…"Sam said looking at Blaine with water filled eyes. "He…he used to be real bad. He'd get drunk and get so mad. Everything he did he some how always made it my fault…He would throw stuff at me, he'd hit me, when the twins got bigger he'd start going after them but I'd get in the middle and take their beatings. When he lost his job he changed. He was humble and nice. He couldn't afford the liquor so he wouldn't drink…you know I thought we would get to be a real family for a change," Sam chocked out. As he was talking he scooted back closer to Blaine, and maneuvered himself to where he was facing him, and said, "I'm sorry…this isn't your fault…I didn't mean to act like that."
"You didn't do anything bad. Come here," Blaine said as he took Sam into a hug.
Sam's tears had dried and he was returning to himself when he heard his name over the intercom to come to Principle Figgins' office. The two boys looked at each other and got up. They walked down the hall side by side until they got to the glass enclosed office. Inside they say Principle Figgins, Mr. Evans, and a woman neither of the boys knew. She was tall with short red curly hair. The two boys walked inside, and Sam addressed his principle.
"You called me to the office Mr. Figgins," Sam said with reluctance.
"Yes, Sam, let me introduce you to Megan Dawson. She is a Child Protective Service Agent that works for the state of Ohio," Principle Figgins stated.
"Is this the pervert queer you've been sucking on Sam," Mr. Evans asked as he eyed Blaine.
"Mr. Evans I don't appreciate those kinds of comments. I know he used to be your son, but as long as I'm here you're not going to speak to him like that," Megan intervened. "Now Sam, oh my, what happened to your face," She asked.
"Nothin' it's no big deal," Sam said lowering his head.
"Bullshit, that son of a bitch hit him in the face in front of Mrs. Pillsbury," Blaine yelled.
"And…who might you be," Megan asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm a friend of Sam's," Blaine responded.
"Don't be embarrassed now. Tell him who you really are," Mr. Evans stated.
After Mr. Evan's outburst Blaine looked at Sam for some direction on how to continue. Sam just smiled a half smile and nodded to him.
"Okay, fine, I'm Sam's boyfriend Ms. Dawson. I'm pleased to meet you," Blaine extended a hand for Ms. Dawson to shake.
"Well it's rare to find a teenager with manners. It's a pleasure Mr. Anderson, may I call you Blaine," Megan asked.
"Of course…now may I ask you something," Blaine continued.
"Certainly, anything you like," Melanie beamed.
"What did you mean that Mr. Evans used to be Sam's father," Blaine asked.
"I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you Blaine…," Megan begun saying, but was cut off by Sam.
"No, go ahead…it's about me…he can hear…what's going on…Dad…what's she mean," Sam asked in a befuddled tone.
"Don't call me that fag, I ain't your dad no more," Mr. Evans retorted.
"Mr. Evans, this is the second time I'm telling you not to say those things. Now, Sam, what's happened is that your father, and after listening to this conversation myself, do not feel that he is a proper parent for you. He has relinquished his parental rights to the State. I am here to take you to where you've been staying to collect your things and take you to your new Foster Home," Megan said in the most compassionate tone she could muster.
"You coward son of a bitch. How dare you stand over there acting all high and mighty over your son when you're not even man enough to raise him. My god he done everything he could do to support you and your entire family including being a stripper, and you want to give him away because he's dating a man," Blaine asked.
"Boy, I don't know who you think you're talking to but I'll wear you out all over this office," Mr. Evans said.
"Try it, please. You can say whatever you like to me. I'm not afraid of your drunk ass. I can smell the liquor on your breath from here, but nobody treats my boyfriend like that," Blaine was nearly yelling.
"Everyone just needs to calm down," Principle Figgins interrupted.
"Yes, everyone needs to calm down, and Mr. Evans I can assure you that if you lay a hand on either of these two boys you will be in handcuffs before you can say redneck asshole," Megan chimed in. "I don't like bigots, and I definitely don't like child abusers. You've signed over your rights, and are no longer responsible for Sam. As far as I'm concerned you can just leave," Megan said in a very direct and official tone.
Sam stood there in shock, and didn't know what to say or do. His father, or should it be said, former father just grabbed his hat and walked away. Blaine couldn't look at Sam at this point. He knew that Sam had just lost his family that he loved dearly and it was his entire fault. There was that could be said or done at this point to make things better.
"What about my mom…is she still my mom," Sam asked.
"We faxed a document to her, and she released her rights as well, Sam. You are currently ward of the state," Megan said.
"What happens to me now? Where do I go? Can't I just stay with the Hummel's," Sam asked.
"We were in contact with Mrs. and Representative Hummel to ask them if they would keep you, but unfortunately because of Representative Hummel's political office he is not able to keep you. He wanted to, but we have rules that we have to follow as far as placement goes, but I do want you to know that they both wanted to keep you," Megan explained.
"I'm confused. So, I just go to some house and stay with people I don't know," Sam questioned.
"Well, some strings have been pulled, but I'm not exactly sure what your relationship is to your new Foster Parents, or even if you have one, but yes, that's basically the deal," Megan replied.
Sam looked terrified. In a matter of hours he went from just having a bad day to being an orphan, and about to be introduced to some people that is going to be his temporary family. Megan explained how things were going to go, and allowed Blaine and Sam to say their goodbyes. Sam had asked a few more questions like: what if he didn't like the people, if they were like his dad and wouldn't let him see Blaine, was he going to have to switch schools, and where will he be going from here. Ms. Dawson didn't directly answer any questions she would beat around the bush and was very vague on everything. Blaine is the one who pointed this out, but Sam was in far too great a state of shock to be able to respond. His entire life was completely altered and destroyed and he didn't know what was about to happen to him next.
After he and Blaine said their goodbyes and agreed to text later he went with the CPS agent to her car. He put his stuff in the trunk of her car and sat in the front seat. He was fully buckled in holding back tears as he stared out the window.
"I know it may not seem like it right now, but this could be a good thing for you Sam," Megan said.
"My parents just decided they didn't want me and gave me away, I had to leave the person I love behind, I'm going to be living with strangers, and I don't even know where that is, plus I got to start a whole brand new life tomorrow…how is this a good thing," Sam asked.
"Well, I don't know. The future isn't determined yet. But, just because something is unknown does not make it bad; it just makes it scary," Megan said trying to comfort Sam.
They arrived at the Hummel's house. Sam was the first to enter followed by Megan Dawson. They were only a few steps in when Carol ran up to Sam and hugged him tight. It was obvious she had been crying, and trying to help all she could.
"Now you listen to me Sam. I don't care what happens you are ALWAYS welcome in this house. Me and Bert have been trying to figure something out, and I'm sure he'll be calling me back any minute now," Carol said letting Sam know he was still loved.
"I appreciate it, and you know I've liked being here. Oh, I guess you'll need this back," Sam said as he handed her the key to their house.
"No Sam, that is your key. You keep it, and that way if you get a chance you can always come home and see us," Carol said.
He hugged her tight, and then went to his room to collect his things. He was miserable and alone. He felt a vibration in his pocket. He reached in and it was a text message from Blaine.
Blaine: Be Strong!
Sam didn't want to be strong, he wanted to be held by his mother and be told it was alright. That everything was just a mistake and nobody understood what was going on. It was just a big misunderstanding and he was still loved and wanted by his family. That's what he wanted, but he knew that was not going to happen.
"Alright, that's everything…I guess we need to be going," Sam said to Megan as he walked over and hugged Carole Hummel one more time.
"Ms. Hummel it was nice meeting you, and please tell you husband I voted for him. And, he will have my vote again," Megan said.
Carole was leaning in the door way crying as Sam pulled away and Finn walked up the front walk asking what was going on. Sam saw Finn break down in tears as he looked through the rear view mirror. The drive from the Hummel's to his Foster Parent's was not that far; only a few minutes in fact. Sam was in a stupor as they got out of the car. Megan directed him to leave his things in the trunk for a few minutes so he could go up to his new home and get to know the people inside. They walked up three flights of stairs and rang the doorbell. It only took seconds and the door swung open. There Sam stood face to face with his new step-mother.
