Wreckless Abandon

Emma tried to help Sam organize his things in his new room, and managed to frustrate Sam more than he already was from the day. He knew how he wanted his things, but Emma insisted that it would be far more efficient her way. Blaine had to intervene on Sam's behalf when he saw Sam red faced and about to lose his temper.

"Uh, Ms. Pillsbury…I was noticing how your kitchen was laid out, and was wondering if you could show me your system so I can follow the pattern at my house," Blaine asked trying to distract her and get her out of Sam's room for a few moments.

The two walked out with Emma prattling on about her alphabet system on cup placement, and Sam just sat down and buried his head into his hands. He wondered how he was going to get through this latest chapter of his life. He'd been through so much already, but before it was different. He had to be strong for his family. He had to work double time to support the same family that threw him away just a few hours ago. Plus, now the twins are going to be raised to hate him. He did not know if he'd be able to withstand that kind of rejection. He worshiped those children, and half the time was his driving force as he was being groped and treated like a piece of meat in that strip club.

A few moments passed and Sam could hear Emma's phone ring, and her answering the call. Blaine entered the room and saw Sam sitting in his crouched position and immediately fell to his knees in front of him. He pulled his hands from his face, and pulled his head up by the chin.

"Look at me," Blaine said, "This is not your fault, and there is nothing wrong with you."

"If there is nothing wrong with me then why didn't they want me anymore," Sam cried out.

"Because there is something wrong with them. I know it has to be hard Sam, and there is no way I can fully understand what you're going through. But, I do know your heart, and I know how filled with love it is. If someone wants to give YOU up then they have to be damaged…because…well…you're perfect," Blaine commented trying to reassure Sam. He ended his statement with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Would you mind if I had just a few more minutes to myself," Sam asked.

"I'll be right outside when you want me again," Blaine said as he got up to leave, but Sam grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back towards him.

"I never stopped wanting you, and I will never stop wanting you….you know that right," Sam asked.

"Sam, I just meant that when you're ready to deal with people I'll be waiting just outside in the next room," Blaine said.

Sam kissed Blaine again, and said, "Thank you…and I love you Blaine."

"I love you too, and I haven't done anything to be thanked for Sammie," Blaine said trying to come up with a nickname for his boyfriend.

"You stayed…yeah…you did a lot to be thanked for…and I don't think I can ever repay you for somehow being the first person to make me feel that I was still loved today." Sam said as his eyes filled with tears.

"Well, my good sir, you are very loved. Now, I'm going to give you some space, but will be within ear shot. If you need me I will come running," Blaine stated as he walked out the room quietly shutting the door behind him.

A half an hour passed by while Blaine flipped through the pages of a magazine waiting on permission to re-enter Sam's room, or for Ms. Pillsbury to get off the phone. Blaine had been totally ignoring his phone the whole day because he was so concerned for Sam. He realized this when he felt it buzz in his pocket. He'd missed several calls from various people, and about twenty text messages. The final one was from Santana demanding he contact her.

Santana: Bowtie if you or trouty mouth don't answer me soon and let me know what's going on I'm going to hop the first thing smoking back to Lima and beat the hell out of both of you!

Blaine picked up his phone and called the angry Santana to explain why he hadn't answered and what the events of the day had been.

"Well it's about damn time. What in the hell is going on over there? I've heard so many rumors and things and the only thing I know is that Sam is missing and you and Ms. Pillsbury are looking for him," Santana screamed.

"Sam was never 'missing', but he has had a real bad day Santana," Blaine said quietly.

"Okay, well McKinley Rumor Factory got some things wrong. Straighten me out…this is my Trouty Mouth we're talking about here," Santana said in a much calmer voice.

"Well someone called Sam's father after he kissed me yesterday in Glee practice. He had just performed a song and then kissed me in front of everyone. His Dad came in to see if it was true, hit Sam in Ms. Pillsbury's office, and then gave him up to the state basically," Blaine explained.

"Okay back up…first of all…that redneck asshole hit Sam…after all he did for that bastard and the whole family," Santana questioned.

"Yes, but Santana I don't think Sam would want me telling you this stuff. I'm sure he will tell you his self in his way…and in his time," Blaine tried to say without offending Santana.

"Sam will tell me when he's ready, but you're going to sit right there and tell me everything right now or so help me God I will go aaallll Lima Heights on your ass first thing tomorrow morning," Santana exclaimed.

"Tomorrow morning," Blaine questioned.

"Yeah, you heard right. I'm already in my car heading that way. Now talk," Santana stated.

The conversation continued on for a few more minutes when Blaine heard Sam's bedroom door open. Santana grew angrier at every word Blaine told her but understood why he had to get off the phone when he heard Sam. Blaine took one look at Sam's red, bloodshot eyes and instantly a dagger pierced his heart. He knew Sam had to have been in that room crying the whole time. He jumped from his chair and wrapped his arms around Sam and held him tight.

"I can't cry anymore…and I don't want to be here," Sam whispered.

"You have to stay here…you'll get in trouble if you don't," Blaine whispered back.

"I'm not saying I won't live here, but I just can't be here right now. Come on, please, just take a walk with me," Sam begged.

Blaine picked up both of their coats and walked out the front door with Sam. They walked in silence for a little while just staring straight ahead. There was no need to talk. Everything was understood at this point…Sam was devastated, and Blaine was unsure how to help.

Finally Sam broke the silence when he turned to Blaine and said, "You know what hurt me the most today?"

"No, what was it," Blaine asked.

"When my dad called you a pervert queer. He didn't know you…he'd never met you. He doesn't know a thing about you, or about me and you and he just called you horrible names," Sam said in a monotone state.

"You know, it didn't bother me. I've had to deal with much worse. But, when I found out he hit you I wanted to kill him Sam," Blaine said.

"I'm used to that, I'm used to him breaking his promises, but he didn't have to insult you. I know he gave me away today like I was an unwanted pair of sneakers…but…I just don't know," Sam said and he got quiet again.

The two walked around the block of Mr. Schuster and Ms. Pillsbury's apartment building for over an hour in silence after their quick conversation until Blaine started to yawn a lot. Sam pulled Blaine in for a hug, and decided it was time to go back inside. When he got back to the apartment door he opened it to an angry Emma Pillsbury.

"Where have you two been, I have been worried sick," Emma stated.

"We just went for a walk…we just circled the block…it was no big deal," Sam said defensively.

"In this house we respect everyone in it, and if you are going to leave you need to let someone know about it. I came looking for you and you both were gone and I was scared you had ran away," Emma screamed.

"Where would I go," Sam yelled back.

"Okay…things are getting out of hand…Ms. Pillsbury I agree we should have let you know, and I'm sorry about that, but Sam needed some air and to escape for a few minutes. I promise it won't happen again," Blaine said trying to de-escalate the heated discussion.

Emma took a few cleansing breathes and looked at the boys with understanding in her eyes, "Okay, I can understand and I appreciate the apology. It's getting late, we have school tomorrow, and we have to re-register you in the morning Sam. Let's just go to bed, and hopefully things will be better in the morning. Will is coming in, and then we'll sit down and discuss everything together. We will have our first family meeting, and try to get everything figured out," Emma said diplomatically.

"Okay, and I'm sorry I scared you," Sam said as he hugged Emma.

The boys went into Sam's room to get ready for the night. After they'd removed their clothes and got into bed, they laid starring at each other.

"Do you think things will get better," Sam asked.

"I think if you give them a chance they will," Blaine explained.

"Are you going to still be my boyfriend," Sam asked.

Blaine was shocked by this question. He'd never considered that Sam would question their relationship, but understood how he could since he'd lost so much so soon.

"Sam, I'm going to be your boyfriend as long as you will have me. There is superficial love, there is fraternal love, and then there is a mad love that makes a person experience wreckless abandonment of everything else. And, I'm going to tell you Mr. Evans as far as I'm concerned there is nobody else that exists in our world but me and you," Blaine said as he kissed Sam on the forehead. Sam moved himself closer and wrapped his arms around Blaine, and nestled his head into Blaine's shoulder.

"I love you Mr. Anderson," Sam said.

"I love you Mr. Evans." Blaine replied as they both laid quietly drifting into sleep.