(I'm calling this my transition chapter; moving from one part of the story to the next. I hope you'll humor me this one as it leads to the next chapter. . .when Blaine comes home to Sam.)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mr. Schuester's Apartment

Sam awoke from the deepest sleep he'd had since Blaine left for New York. He stretched out and pulled himself out of bed. He looked down at the end table and there was a note for him from Sebastian.

Sam,

I figured that you would probably sleep for a while this morning so Mr. Schue is going to take me back to The Shelter and let me check on my Mom and make sure she is okay. I know you have a lot to deal with today so I'll be hanging out with Tina and Quinn so when you want us to come rescue you, call one of them and we'll come get you! I really hope everything goes okay for you today!

Love you,

Sebastian.

Sam put the letter down because he didn't want to think about everything that was about to happen. When his mother agreed to let him stay at Mr. Schuester's, the condition was that she return the next day with his father so they could speak. He walked into the bathroom and did a double take in the mirror. He touched the side of his face gingerly where the black eye from where his father hit him was forming. He put the pajama pants and t-shirt back on before walking back into the living room. Ms. Pillsbury would probably freak out if he walked out in his boxer shorts.

When he walked into the living room, he smelled bacon frying. In fact, he smelled a lot of good things. He didn't think Ms. Pillsbury would ever touch something like raw pork with her OCD, but Mr. Schue didn't strike him as a cook either. He walked into the kitchen and got a big surprise when he saw Coach Bieste cooking the breakfast. She turned around and smiled at him.

"I hope you're hungry because I'm basically cooking every breakfast item we've got in the refrigerator."

"Coach," Sam smiled. She was one of his favorite people. "I would have never expected you here this morning, but I'm glad to see you."

She saw the blackening eye and instinctively wanted to hurt Sam's father for doing that to him, but she knew she had to remain calm so Sam would. She pulled out a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice and handed it to him. "Go ahead and get this in that eye so it doesn't swell up to bad. Do you like pancakes?"

"I love them!" He grinned as he put the ice on his eye. "Thanks Coach."

"So you're probably wondering why I'm here, right?" she began the conversation.

"I was wondering, but anytime you want to cook me pancakes I'm not going to ask questions," Sam admitted.

"Will called me last night, and I got to tell you Sam you had me worried," she continued.

"I'm sorry, Coach. I know it was a dumb thing to drive out into the storm like that, but I was in shock," Sam apologized.

"No one is blaming you, Sam, but Will and I thought it would be a good idea if I was here with Will and your Mom when you talk to your Dad. Will that be okay with you?" she asked.

"I'd like that. It will be like having my second mom and dad in the meeting. It's not weird that I think of you like that being my football coach is it?" Sam realized she might not take that well.

"Sam, if I were to ever have a son I hope he would be like you. But I will admit in my entire career as a football coach, you're the first player that said I was his second mama. I kinda like it," she smiled.

"So, is my Dad on his way over now," she could see the stress in his body language when he asked the question.

"Will planned to go by there and meet with them and then they were going to follow him over, but he had to take that new kid back to The Shelter first," Coach Bieste smiled a little slyly at Sam. "Is he the boy in your life because he's a cutie."

"Sebastian? No we're just friends. I'm with Blaine," Sam stated.

"Blaine? Good kid. Always in the gym working out but doesn't play sports which I don't understand, but good kid; great singing voice too!" Coach thought aloud.

"Coach," Sam looked down out of embarrassment. "I know this puts you in an awkward spot with the football team and everything, but I'll understand after everything that's happen if you need to cut me from the team in order to keep the morale up and unity together."

"Why? Did you forget how to throw a football since Friday?" she questioned.

"No, but I was talking about. . ."

"Did you forget how to block a tackle?" she inquired.

"No ma'am," he answered.

"Then as far as I'm concerned your still my first string quarterback. I don't have time to take into consideration who you fall in love with in my decision process. If I did, do you think I'd have kept choosing Finn and his Rachel/Quinn mess?"

Sam smiled. "No, I guess not."

"Look, Sam, take my advice. Talent is more important than drama. Will the boys have a problem with you having a boyfriend? Yeah, probably. But they'll get over it the first time you score a winning pass and get us a win. That's not something you should worry about. You let me worry about that okay?"

Sam began to look at all the food that Coach Bieste had made. There were pancakes, biscuits, bacon, sausage, ham, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, everything Sam could think of was on the table.

"Coach, there is no way we can eat all this food," Sam joked.

"Well the thing is there's actually going to be a few more people coming over," she divulged.

The door bell rang.

Sam went to the door assuming it would be his mom and dad, but instead found Tina on the other side.

"Good morning, Sam I brought donuts," she smiled.

"You brought like four dozen donuts, Tina."

"I wasn't sure how many we needed."

Sam went to shut the door, but then Ms. Pillsbury walked up the stairs with Mary Smythe and Sebastian.

"What's going on?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know," Sebastian seemed confused. "I thought Mr. Schuester was just dropping me off and then Ms. Pillsbury picked up my mother and me to come back here."

"Sam, why don't we find you some clothes besides pajamas to wear since we're going to have a full house," Emma suggested and led Sam into her and Will's bedroom. He turned towards the kitchen and saw his friends chowing down on the prepared meal.

Once he got into the bedroom he asked, "Ms. Pillsbury, I'm so grateful for everything that you're doing, but I'm so confused right now. What's going on?"

She smiled at Sam and said, "Sam, everyone just wants to do right by you. Your mom and I went out for coffee this morning and I went back and talked to her and your Dad, and discovered that there is more to the story than you know. Everyone that loves you is here to help."

"Not everyone," Sam sighed. "Blaine is in New York."

"Taken care of!" Emma said proud of her self. "That's why Tina is here. She's going to text him everything so he'll know what going on and then you can talk to him afterwards. Now, you and Will are basically the same size though you have more muscular arms and shoulders. Still, I think his clothes will fit you so get a pair of shorts and pick out a shirt to wear. Hurry though. Will is on his way with your parents."

NYADA

The morning started off early for Blaine. His phone rang three hours before he planned to get up, and was incredibly surprised to see that it was Mr. Schuester. He'd told him about all the things that Sam would be dealing with today. He told him that Tina would send him messages about how things were going and not to worry because he would make sure Sam was taken care of.

All of this had Sam on edge. He'd gotten up, dressed and went to get coffee and even breakfast. With it being a Sunday morning in an Arts College, he was the only one in the cafeteria which he found actually calming. He fixed a second cup of coffee and sat down with his iPad looking at Facebook. It was the first time he saw all the messages about Sam, most specifically the posts from Rachel, Quinn, and Santana announcing just how straight Sam was. They were followed with comments like, "I knew that had to be wrong," or "There's no way Sam is a Homo. That kid sucks for doing this to him."

Blaine read them all and then he realized that the satisfaction of Kurt getting his just due was only part of it. For a few minutes, even though it happened in an incredibly bad way, Sam was out to the world, which would have made things easier for Blaine. As soon as he had that thought, though, he knew how hard it would be for Sam. It had to be on his time line.

"Are you reading my verbal crucifixion?"

Blaine didn't have to turn around to know the voice as Kurt's.

"You did it to yourself," Blaine pointed out.

"I guess you're pretty satisfied with yourself," Kurt snapped.

"Not really," Blaine admitted. "I was last night, but unlike you Kurt, I don't like hurting people."

"Look, I'm not turning myself into Tibideaux. The school means to much to me to lose it. So turn me in if you want, but I hope that my promising to leave you and Sam alone will be enough to keep you from doing it."

"How am I supposed to trust you that you actually will leave us alone?" Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Because you told me once that you had a moment where you looked at me and said, 'oh yeah, there you are' and that's the moment you knew you loved me. Well, I had a similar moment last night except when I looked at you I saw nothing but hate and I knew I'd lost you forever. And now, since everyone in New Directions hates me, my father is threatening to pull my tuition and make me go to school and live with him in his apartment in DC, and Finn sent me a message saying not to talk to him until he could forgive me for the pictures, I don't really have anyone so the reason you can trust it is there is no one left that would believe me over you."

Kurt turned and began walking away.

"Kurt," Blaine called out to him.

Kurt turned around.

"I won't give it to her if you promise to never treat anyone like this again. It's not you."

"Thanks," Kurt smiled at him and turned to leave.

Blaine hoped that the apology was sincere, but there was no way he would ever trust him again.

Kurt walked out of the cafeteria and just sneered. He couldn't believe that Blaine fell for it. Now he just had to plan his next move. He didn't want Blaine back anymore. In fact, he didn't care about Sam anymore. There was someone else who'd played as big of a role in his destruction as Blaine. She deserved to feel his pain. He had a new target.

Rachel Berry.

Lima - Mr. Schuester's Apartment

When Sam walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Tina and Mary Smythe helped Coach Bieste move all of the food to the large dining table so everyone could eat as they talked. He turned around and made direct eye contact with his father. He saw so much pain in his eyes. Sam thought he would be afraid of his Dad, but his father showed nothing but sadness.

Everyone else in the room seemed to notice this silent interaction. Sam walked through the living room and passed his father saying, "Let's talk." He opened the door to the spare bedroom and his dad followed him in.

"Can I start with I'm sorry?" Mr. Evans asked.

"I think there are a few things that we need to cover before we get to any apologies," Sam snapped. "Like can we start with the fact that I never expected you to be a homophobic bigot?"

"I never expected my son to be gay," he refuted.

"I'm not gay," Sam insisted.

"I wonder how your friend feels about it every time you say that. He's gay isn't he?" his father questioned.

"Yes, but we've already talked about this. He understands it."

"I don't. And I'm not going to stand here and argue about this with you. I listened whole-heartedly to Quinn when she tried to explain it to me last night, but for me, being shocked with this when I had no recollection of us ever even discussing the possibility of you liking boys, I lost control of my actions and I was wrong. I do apologize to you for that, Sam."

"But me being in a relationship with Blaine is not something you can deal with, right?" Sam questioned.

"The only answer I can give you is I don't know, but I'll try. I know that's not good enough, but it will have to be good enough for now," Mr. Evans said.

Sam thought about it for a minute. "Okay, I can accept that. But promise me you'll never use those horrible words you said."

"I promise." Mr. Evans changed the subject. "I'm not trying to get away from this subject but there is a room full of people out there and we do have a lot of things to discuss. You and I can talk more later if need be."

"I think I heard what I need to, but I appreciate you being willing to talk, Dad."

"Make no mistake about one thing, Sam. You are my son and I love you no matter what. I am not going to approve of every choice you make in life, but that won't change how I feel about you."

Sam just nodded his appreciation and walked back out of the room. He was sure his dad wanted a hug or at the very least, a handshake, but Sam wasn't to the point the felt he could do that yet.

The two guys joined the rest of the people at the table and it got quiet.

"We're better," Sam felt the need to announce to everyone. "Mom, where are the munchkins?"

"Quinn is watching them for us," she smiled.

"Okay," Sam knew they were in good hands. They absolutely loved Quinn.

"So can we get this on the road? What's going on?" he asked.

Sam's mom started.

"Sam, all things that happened yesterday removed, we had to have a very serious family meeting today anyway. Your father got some news while he was working in Chicago this past week that is really going to affect the family."

Sam knew where this was going. He'd had this conversation with his family too many times already in his life.

"No, mom, we can't be moving again! It's my senior year! I can't leave!" he could feel the tears welling up. He couldn't leave New Directions or the Football team. Most importantly, he couldn't leave Blaine, not after finally admitting his feelings for the boy.

"Son, I've been offered a regional manager's position and the job is based out of Chicago. I cannot turn down this job. The pay if five times what I make now. It will pay for you and your brother and sister to go to college wherever you want. It will make up for everything we've had to give up over the last two years," his father explained.

"Please dad, don't make me move again. If you really love me like you said in there don't make me move this year," Sam felt Tina grab his hand under the table. It had never been her job to be his support system but she knew he needed her right now.

"You're not going to move, Sam," Mr. Schuester cut into the conversation. "You're staying here."

"But how will they let me go to McKinley if I don't have a guardian. My 18th birthday isn't until May right before graduation. The only way I got to come back this year was because the Hummel's accepted guardianship and I can't see that happening now after everything that happened with Kurt."

"Baby, I think you're missing what Mr. Schuester is saying," Mrs. Evans stated.

Sam turned to look at Mr. Schue.

"Sam, Emma and I have talked it over with your parents and given the circumstances and all of us wanting you to have the senior year you deserve, your parents are going to sign over guardianship to me. You can live here with us and at your current house when that works out better with the wedding plans and everything."

"Mr. Schuester, you'd really do that for me?" Sam was so grateful. "Thank you so much!"

"Sam, Will already talks about you all the time and how much he hopes when we have a son he's like you. This will just be great practice," Emma determined.

"Wait, his old house?" Sebastian wondered. "Are you keeping your home here in Lima too?"

"Stacy and Stevie will be coming with us to Chicago, but after two years my husband will be able to do his job from anywhere. Sam's little brother wants to go to McKinley and compete with Mr. Schuester like his big brother. So we'd like to keep that option open. We can pay for the house in full now, and sublet it for two years, which is where you and your mother come in."

"I'm sorry," Mary Smythe finally cut in. "I'm not sure how Sebastian and I fit into this."

"First of all," Mr. Evans addressed Sebastian. "I said some horrible things to you yesterday and I owe you a huge apology. I can't thank you enough for finding my son and being such a friend to him. My wife told me about your story and I know that you are going to be going through a lot in the next few months with the divorce, and we would like to help with that. So we would like you both to move into our house once we move to Chicago. You'll only have to pay utilities because the house will be paid for. My only condition is that you leave Sam's room alone so that he can stay there whenever he wants."

The Smythes sat there dumbfounded.

"I don't even know what to say," Mary Smythe began. "It's so much generosity and we don't even know you that well."

"Well I'm trying to take a play out of my son's book this time. I know that if he came into this kind of money that he would do something like this with it," Mr. Evans suggested.

Sebastian became overwhelmed and excused himself from the table. He walked into the back bedroom. Tina followed him as did Sam. They found him sitting on the corner of the bed with his head in his hands.

"I don't deserve this. I've been so bad to so many people," he looked up at Tina and Sam.

"Then earn it," Tina challenged him. "Use this as a reason to prove that you've changed. I mean Sam and I already believe you but you don't believe yourself. We'll help you if you let us."

"You guys weren't kidding when you said that New Directions is like a family."

NYADA

When Blaine read all the updates from Tina, both he and Rachel could barely comprehend all the changes taking place back in Lima. Neither of them really knew Sam's father that well, but they were pleasantly surprised by his quick turnaround. It was the second time Blaine had experienced this in one day, but for some reason this confession through a text message seemed more real than Kurt's apology in person that morning. When Blaine asked Rachel about Kurt's apology she thought for several minutes before she spoke.

"Part of me really wants to believe him," she said. "But I just don't know if I can. It's like a break up, you know? For so long he was my go to person. We shared the same dreams, but now he's a different person, but I do miss my best friend."

"I know what you mean," Blaine agreed. He thought back and realized that just two short weeks earlier Kurt was the love of his life. So much had happened to make that fact change."

Rachel's phone beeped. She smiled. "It's from Santana. It says she just landed at JFK and she's going to drop her stuff off at her apartment and then come over here."

"Good," he smiled. "I need to thank her for taking care of Sam."

"I still can't get over how just saying his name makes you smile so big. It's nice," Rachel said with this far off look in her eyes.

"Rachel, just call Finn already," Blaine insisted. "If seeing what Sam and I have gone through isn't enough indication, you have to know that wasting any time that you could potentially have together is just wasteful."

He got up from his bed and grabbed his phone and wallet and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To give you some time alone so you can call your man and make up with him. You deserve to be happy Rachel and so does Finn. That's the only thing that really matters. The rest is inconsequential. Call him and tell him you love him!"

She smiled at her friend. "I guess I have a new gay best friend giving me advice, huh?"

"Damn straight. . .metaphorically speaking of course," Blaine joked before heading out the door.

He walked towards the elevator and began texting Tina backing asking if Sam could call him soon. He really just needed to hear his voice. He headed out the front doors of NYADA and immediately heard Kurt's voice. He looked around the corner and saw him talking to these two muscular guys.

"So tonight at the party I just need you to find this girl and try and seduce her," Blaine saw him hand them something that he assumed was a picture. "Her name is Rachel and she's a total prude. I just need a couple of good pictures of her doing things inappropriate to get my brother away from her. Once I have that you'll get your money."

Blaine couldn't believe his ears. Kurt was just changing targets. He headed off in the opposite direction so he wouldn't be seen. Pulling his phone out he called Santana.

"What's up Pretty Pony?" she answered.

"We need to meet. Kurt is up to something and I'm not the target this time."

Lima - Mr. Schuester's Apartment

"Where did everyone go?" Tina asked as they emerged from the bedroom about 30 minutes later. Mr. Schuester and Coach Bieste were the only ones still there.

"Emma is taking Mrs. Smythe back to the Shelter to get her paperwork done. Sebastian, the part you missed is that my fiancée convinced the Shelter to hire your mother as a coordinator. After the work you guys did this week they couldn't say no," Mr. Schuester said. "Sam, your parents went home to start packing and to tell your brother and sister. We're going to do all the legal paperwork with Santana's mom tomorrow. I didn't get the chance to ask, but are you okay with all of this."

Sam just walked over to Mr. Schue and grabbed him and Coach Bieste into a big bear hug. "Thank you both so much. It means so much to me that you want me to stay."

"How many times do we have to tell you, kid, that we love you," Coach asked.

Sam blushed. Then he looked at Mr. Schue. "I always thought of you as my second father. I guess it's just going to be legal now."

"Well, I don't know how good I'll be at it, but I'll do my best, but now since you are all here, I thought we could work on some music choices for this year. And I called a few people to help us with that."

A knock on the door confirmed that someone was coming. Tina answered it and Artie rolled into the room followed by Brittany, Joe, Rory, and Sugar. Each of them hugged Sam and told him how happy they were that he was okay. Everyone had a seat in the living room.

"So where should we start?" Mr. Schuester asked.

"Mr. Schue, Brittany and I have already picked out a song that we think it's perfect for the current situation," Artie announced.

"Okay, well let's try it out," Mr. Schuester said putting the iPod on the speaker and pressing play.

(You Make Me Feel. . . by Cobra Starship)

The group that just began dancing around the room singing the "La la's" at the beginning.

Artie: Girl I've been all over the world looking for you. I'm known for taking what I think I deserve and you're overdue.

Joe: And if you listen you can hear me through the radio in the bright white noise; What I've been missing in my life that I been dreaming of, you be that girl, you be that girl, you be. . .

Brittany:. . .Everything you want so let me get up there. I'm the baddest baby in the atmosphere. Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like

The others joined in with the chorus and for the first time the new, New Directions was born.

All: You make me feel so La la la la la; You make me feel so La la la la la; You make me feel so La la la la la; You make me feel so La la la la la; You, you make me feel so

Rory: Get a little closer to me girl and you'll understand. Cause if you want a guy that knows what you need well then I am your man.

Artie: And if I listen I can hear you through my radio in that bright white noise. What I've been missing in my life; what I've been dreaming of you be that girl; you be that girl; you be. . .

Sugar: Everything you want so let me get up there; I'm the baddest baby in the atmosphere; Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like, ooh. . .

Brittany: Everything you know I'm flipping upside down; take you 'round the world; You know I kike it loud; Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like;

The entire group continued with the chorus and had a great time. Sam couldn't help but look around and see how happy all his friends were in that moment. He thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, things would be happy for a little while.

NYADA

That night NYADA had a party for the high school participants. It wasn't like a typical party. There was a local live band and the feel was more like a concert than a party. Kurt walked in and saw Blaine and Rachel standing near the front. He made his way to them, but bumped into several people on the way. One girl nearly knocked him down she ran into him so hard. He made his way to his newest target, but halfway to them the lights came on and school security started swarming the room.

"Everyone just stay where you are," one of the professors announced from the stage. "We received an anonymous tip from a phone call that someone is carrying illegal substances."

Before Kurt knew what was happening, a cop was searching him. He reached into his dinner jacket pocket and pulled out a bag of "Chronic Lady" marijuana. The cop handcuffed Kurt in front of all his schoolmates and led him to the door. When he made it into the hallway and he was being led away he heard, "I told you a long time ago not to mess with Lima Heights."

Kurt's head snapped around and he saw Santana standing there waving.

"Have fun in prison, bitch."