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Chapter 12: Moving Out

June 22th, Sunday

Sam took his lavender bracelet from the bedside table and looked at it. Midsummer had started out so good. The night with Blaine, then the handfasting ceremony… granted, things hadn't gotten as intimate as Sam had planned but just because things had happened. Bad things.

He knew he had to make a decision. His father still thought he could make Sam do things but it was up to him. He turned to lie on his side and observed his boyfriend's face. He looked so peaceful and unconcerned right now. Because he was sleeping. The night before he had looked different, worried. They had stayed up very long and talked about all possibilities. Blaine had said he didn't want Sam to be a waiter in New York when he could have a real job here. And Sam didn't know what he should think of it. He wanted to be with Blaine but he also wanted to have a job that would lead to something. But then again… who knew if being a carpenter would do it for him?

So this was how adult life started. With the most difficult decision one could ever have to make.

Blaine stirred and yawned. Sam waited until their eyes met.

"Good morning, babe."

Blaine smiled while he rubber over his eyes. "Sam, hey…"

"Have you slept well?"

"Mmmmh!" Blaine moaned and turned to Sam, throwing his arms around his waist. "Not really. I dreamt horribly. Kiss me."

"As you wish." Sam chuckled and did as he was told. After a few seconds of simple kissing a spark shot up in his body and made him roll on Blaine to deepen the kiss. Blaine's hands immediately wandered all over Sam's body. It was a bittersweet moment because the heaviness of their situation wouldn't leave Sam. If they did more than usual now it kind of would feel like a goodbye present.

"Blaine, I…" Sam rested his forehead against his boyfriend's and took a deep breath. He swallowed. He'd just say it. Now.

"I want to feel you. All of you. Please."

Blaine's big dark eyes studied him intently. After a few moments he nodded. Yes! Sam's hand trembled but he managed to get Blaine's shirt off. And his own. That was great but not what he had meant with 'all of you'. He rolled down to get rid of his boxers and waited until Blaine was naked, too, then he got back to his former position.

It was great. Sam didn't know why he had ever freaked out or wanted to wait. It was all kinds of heavenly and soft and hot, so hot. They should have done this so much earlier because now they maybe didn't have to time to ever do it again.

As they came down to the kitchen luckily only his mom was here. She was working on the counter so they settled down at the table and started to eat. The door to the terrace stood open and a fresh morning breeze came in. The sky outside was blue again as if the storm had never happened.

Sam had decided they would go back to Ohio today. No matter what his decision was in the end he wouldn't be able to relax here. Suddenly Mrs. Anderson didn't seem such a bad company anymore.

"What will you tell your father?" Blaine quietly asked. Sam glanced at his mother and sighed.

"Do I have to tell him something?"

"Yes, I mean, he's got this apprenticeship and if you don't tell him you want it he maybe takes on someone else?"

Sam's jaw tensed. "It's like you want me to work here."

"I told you I will support you."

Sam started at his knife that put butter on a slice of bread. He knew what he had to do. It was just that he didn't want to. How could he give in to his father when there still was the possibility that he got positive answers from New York? Or maybe… maybe he could say yes and when he got another job he'd still call it off? But that would be mean, right?

Sam fumbled with his lavender bracelet. He didn't feel like eating once again. Then his siblings joined them for breakfast so he had to pretend that things were good. What a stupid life he had.

He didn't see his father until midday. Sam was reluctant to take on his job now because he would think he had won when in fact it was Sam's own stupidity that had done it, nothing else. But oh well. He just had to grit his teeth and get on with it.

His father was sitting outside, reading the newspaper when Sam approached him. He sat on the bench so Sam sat down in a chair at the table and tapped his feet on the ground.

"I have thought about it", he said.

"And?" His father didn't look up.

Sam took a deep breath. Grit the teeth… and so on. "And I think it's for the best if I work for you."

It wasn't for the best. Such a lie.

Now his father let the newspapers sink and looked at him, one eyebrow up. "Really?"

Sam could only nod.

His father nodded and laid down the newspaper. "That is the right decision, son. You'll see."

Sam shrugged and didn't really listen to his father talking about how proud he was and how great it would be. Right now Sam just wanted to cry. Long distance relationship. That sounded so horrible.

Blaine

They were doomed. From the moment Sam had said it in the restaurant Blaine had known it. They would have to break up. The voice threatening it had never really left his head, telling him all the time Sam should be with his family and not in New York. Maybe it was the voice of his mother, who knew. She was right anyhow.

Blaine tried to enjoy the days he had left with Sam but it was hard. He wanted to cry all the time. The ride back to Ohio had been the most silent they ever had been together in a car. Thank God for the radio. And now he was I his room, listening to sad music and finally giving in to the impulse to cry. He didn't want Sam to see him like that. The boy had had enough difficulties accepting his father's job offer. But it was better like that.

July 13th, Sunday

Three weeks later everything was prepared. Blaine had packed all the things he would need in New York. He'd live in the dorm rooms of NYADA because he hadn't seen the point of renting an apartment on his own. Kurt had offered he could live with him and Rachel but Blaine had declined. He really didn't know where Kurt took his confidence from. They had parted on the worst terms and now he dared to ask Blaine if they should live together? Really?

He would fly to New York the next day so Sam had chosen that day to drive to his family, too. They had one night left. It felt like the last night on earth.

"I know we avoided talking about it but now we have to", Sam said as soon as Blaine entered his room. It was a sad room now. Most of Sam's stuff was already in his car. A suitcase was lying on the ground with clothes in it and on the desk lay a few things that Blaine recognized as his own. Two comic books, a shirt, a pair of boxers (what?) and a History textbook. He took the book.

"Sam, I was looking for this on graduation day. It should have been given back. I had to pay the fee."

"Oh? Well, I don't know how but I found it in my room when I packed."

"And why do you have my boxer shorts?" Blaine took his clothes.

"You gave them to me to wear one day we got carried away a bit."

"Okay." Blaine put the boxers to the book and turned to Sam with his shirt. "I think you should keep it. So you have something to remember me."

"Blaine!" Sam jumped up from his bed and put his hand on Blaine's mouth. "Shut up!"

Blaine took the hand away and frowned. "I though you wanted to talk about it."

"You make it sound as if you're dying. Or as if we're breaking up, same difference."

Blaine frowned even more. "Aren't we?"

"Haha, funny!" Sam nudged Blaine arm and then took his hand. As he got pulled to the bed Blaine realized Sam thought they were trying a long distance relationship. But why would he? Blaine had made it clear he couldn't do that, hadn't he? It would end catastrophically. Better end it now on good terms.

Sam sat down and pulled Blaine on his knees but Blaine turned his face so Sam's approaching lips landed on his cheek. He threw the shirt he still had in his hands on the bed and took a deep breath.

"Sam, I think we really need to talk."

Sam sighed. "I know. Well, I thought of things. Look."

Blaine glided down to sit on the bed while Sam listed his results.

"The possibilities are endless. Skype and the phone will be our most beloved devices. We skype every night right before bed time and we text all throughout the day. Send pictures and stuff. We will visit each other as often as we can. I don't care what it takes. If I have to drive all night long to see you for one hour and then drive back all night long, I'll do it. I need my Blaine kisses on a regular basis."

"Sam…" Blaine put his hand on his heart. Oh God, he needed to cry. Sam made it sound as if they could do it but it never was that easy. Life would get in the way. The skype sessions would be forgotten soon, calls would be declined… it would hurt all the more this way. And he didn't even think it would be Sam who would stop to care. He was afraid it would be him. Not because he didn't love Sam anymore but because NYADA life would be so exhausting he simply didn't find the time and energy to keep up a long distance relationship. And he knew how it sucked to get left behind. It hurt like hell. Sam wouldn't be able to take it.

"Sam, look." Blaine gulped. He took Sam's hand. "I think we should… we have to…"

Sam's face got dark and he bit his lip. Still he didn't make it easier for Blaine. He took back his hand and crossed his arms.

"What?"

Blaine pleaded at him. "Please, Sam, don't make this harder as it is."

"What, Blaine? What?" A treacherous tear rolled down Sam's cheek.

Blaine exhaled and looked down at his hands. "Break up", he mumbled. Sam didn't say anything for some time. After a while he got up and Blaine dared to look at him.

"What about what you said at the handfasting? Was it all a lie?" Sam went to the window and looked out. His hand was trembling as he drove it over his mouth.

"No. Of course not, Sam, I love you! I do!"

"Then why?" Sam asked loudly and turned around. "We can make it work, Blaine! I know what you are thinking of but I am not Kurt. I will not let you down!"

"I know you won't. But I don't trust myself. Last time it was my fault that the long distance relationship didn't work…"

What if he cheated on Sam? Oh God, he would never, ever forgive himself. Sam was the loveliest person in the whole world. He deserved lollipops and candy canes, and nothing else. Not a cheating boyfriend.

Sam came to the bed, sat down again and took Blaine's hand.

"But it wasn't! It was Kurt's fault because he neglected you! I would never do that, you know that, and you wouldn't have any reason to feel lonely. Please, Blaine. If you love me and I love you why would we break up? Why?"

"I… I don't know", Blaine admitted. His eyes were watery, too. He didn't want to break up with Sam, of course not. But being in a long distance relationship would be catastrophically… right?

"Look, Blaine, I'm only going to Kentucky because I didn't get a job in New York yet. I soon will and then I will come to you. Or we go there together now and I can work as a waiter."

"Sam…"

"Only until I find something else", Sam said. "Please." He leaned forward and buried his face in Blaine's chest. Everything in Blaine melted to the ground and before he knew it he stroked Sam's hair.

"Okay, okay, no, don't worry, we will stay together."

As Blaine heard himself talking his heart got lighter and he took a deep breath. Yes. Of course they would stay together, oh silly him, how had he ever thought he could break up with Sam? How stupid!

Sam sobbed and Blaine threw his arms around the blond to hold him. They rocked gently back and forth until Sam finally lifted his head.

"I have enough money to make it work. Please let me come with you."

"You already told your father you'd work for him, Sam; you arranged everything to go there. Don't worry. We will survive a few months of long distance."

"Yeah?" Sam looked so adorable with his red eyes and helpless expression. Blaine hugged him again and pressed his face against his boyfriend's shoulder. He realized he was crying himself, out of relief.

Still. They would have to face long distance. It would be hard, no doubt. Just talking to each other, no physical contact, no cuddles, no kisses… Blaine would miss Sam in the same moment he talked to him.

They cuddled up on the bed and Blaine tried to memorize every single thing. The way Sam's chest moved, how his arms felt around Blaine and how their legs were entangled. How Sam smelled and tasted, and how his lips felt against Blaine's skin on every part of his face. And his breath in Blaine's ear whispering "I love you" over and over again.

July 14th, Monday

Sam

Sam didn't want this night to end. Why couldn't it just go on forever? But eventually he fell asleep and when he woke up it was light outside. Birds were singing although they had no reason to. Today he would have to part from Blaine!

Mr. Anderson drove them to the airport. Sam knew it was senseless but he didn't want to leave Blaine a minute earlier then he had to. For that he even put up with being alone with Blaine's parents in the car on the way back.

"I will come with you. I just get into the plane, no one can stop me", Sam said after Blaine had checked in his suitcase.

"Aww, Sam… I will miss you, too. I don't want to go", Blaine said. They walked through the shops and pretended it wasn't their goodbye. Sam wouldn't let go of Blaine's hand even though one or two glances were cast into their direction. He watched Mr. Anderson buy stuff for his cigar and Mrs. Anderson indulge in magazines. He didn't care about any of it.

"I will call you as soon as I have landed."

"I will be in the car but I'll stop just to talk to you."

"You will see, we'll make it."

"Duh, I will come to New York soon."

Blaine smiled and squeezed Sam's hand. "But if you really like working for your father and being a carpenter…"

"Blaine, stop this shit. Don't support me. Tell me to give it all up so we can be together." Sam shook his head. Sometimes Blaine was way too supportive.

"You know I would never do that."

"Well, you should. Oh my God, what, already?" Mr. and Mrs. Anderson exited the shop and started to walk towards the security check in. Sam's feet wouldn't move. He wanted to, really, but they didn't.

"Let's just hide behind a plant", he said. But Blaine started to walk. Damn it.

When they reached the gates Mrs. Anderson came to Blaine and fumbled with his bow tie.

"You call us when you're in New York, right?"

"Yes, mum."

Sam tried to hold on to Blaine's hand as his mother hugged him but it didn't work. His father simply patted his shoulder and nodded.

"Make us proud, son."

"I will." Blaine squared his shoulders and smiled. And that was when Sam knew it. Blaine would be just fine in New York. It was where he wanted to be and where he belonged to. They would be apart for a few weeks but that would be okay, too, because soon they'd be together again.

Finally Blaine turned to Sam. Of course Sam immediately hugged him, nose buried in his neck. One last sniff of this ridiculous sweet raspberry gel. Blaine clang to him just as much.

"I love you", he whispered.

"I know. Me, too." Sam would not cry. Before long they would see each other again.

He leaned back and put his hands around Blaine's face, kissed him. And another kiss.

"See you soon", Sam said.

"Yes." Blaine's eyes were watery. It was okay, he was allowed to cry. Sam hugged him again. It somehow was really hard to let go of him. But they would see each other again in no time.

"We skype tonight, right?"

"Of course, Sam, of course."

"Okay. Good. Well then…" Sam didn't move back. Blaine didn't, too, and just held his eyes. Damn, why was this so hard?

"One last kiss, though."

Blaine laughed. "Are you trying to keep me from getting that plane?"

But he gave in. Several times. Sam had always liked Blaine's lips but now they were especially delicious. He needed to memorize this.

"Honey…" Mrs. Anderson said. "You need to get going."

"Oh, let them have their moment", Mr. Anderson said.

Blaine laughed and hugged Sam. "My father supported something gay", he quietly said.

"I love you."

"Stop it or I will cry." Blaine lied because he was already crying. Sam wiped over his cheek and nodded. They needed to separate now. Okay. He could do it. One deep breath and then… a step back.

It was hell. He waved Blaine and stayed where he was until Blaine wasn't to be seen anymore but his insides were all empty and numb. It still felt like breaking up. But not really. It was weird.

Mr. Anderson patted his shoulder. "Come, son. Maybe you will find a new model car can ease your pain."

Mh, Sam didn't really want a new model car. But he let Mr. Anderson buy him one, especially since Mrs. Anderson said how they didn't have time for this. At least one of Blaine's parents liked him.

Later that day Sam took one last look around the house and hugged his host parents.

"You will come to visit, Sam, right? Just like our other sons", Carol said. "Our door is always open for you."

"Thank you, yes, of course I will visit you!" Sam said. He really would. Preferably when Kurt wasn't here at the same time. Finn maybe. He hadn't seen Finn in ages.

"We will miss you", Burt said. "You're the last one that leaves. Now it's just the two of us."

"Oh, you will survive, I'm sure." Sam grinned. He would miss his host parents, too. Right now he wasn't looking forward to living with his real parents very much, at least not his father who hadn't approved of Blaine. (Who wouldn't love Blaine, come one!)

He lingered somewhat longer with his host parents than necessary, holding over his departure. But the time came when he was alone and had nowhere to go but Kentucky. His stuff was in his car, the keys of the house no longer in his pockets and his mind full of memories. And a future that was lying blank in front of him, as unsure as always.

The End

(Coming up on Christmas: The Sequel!)