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Chapter 21

Sam

February wasn't much different than January in terms of weather. Sam was actually pretty sure that the second Ice Age had begun, and at any moment a polar bear was going to curl up next to him in class. School had been boring for the day, as Blaine was sick and his mother forced him to stay home, so the second the final bell rang Sam bolted out to his car, trying very hard to focus on not slipping on the ice that was hidden all around the school.

As the snow crunched under Sam's feet his phone vibrated.

It's going to have to wait. Sam thought. If I don't die of frostbite, I'll respond. Sam smiled as his own joke as he jammed the key into lock with shaking hands. Sam flung the door open, throwing his bag into the passenger seat, and hopping in as quickly as possible.

Sam's fingers were still numb, so putting the key in the ignition was more difficult than he was prepared for, but after a few moments, the heat was blasting onto Sam's face, feet and hands. He exhaled, and as his hands began to defrost he pulled out his phone to see that Blaine had text him.

How was school?

Boring without you. Mercedes is being Mercedes, but I'm warming back up to Puck. Sam sent back. Just as he hit the send button there was a loud and rapid knocking at Sam's window, which caused Sam's heart to almost jump out of his chest. The heat inside the car had caused the windows to fog, but Sam could see a red blob standing outside. Taking the sleeve of his jacket, Sam wiped the condensation off of the window to find Rachel standing there.

Sam sighed heavily and rolled down his window against his will as the cold air lashed out at his face.

"Get in." Sam said blandly, and Rachel ran around to the passenger side as Sam rolled up his window and threw his back in the back seat.

As Rachel quickly jumped into the car, Sam wasted no time.

"What do you want?" he said, slight annoyance in his voice.

"You can't stay mad at me forever." She said confidently.

"I can too.'' Sam said. He knew he was being stubborn.

"No you cannot," Rachel said. "and don't try to be difficult with me. I invented difficult." She said as she smoothed out her jacket.

Sam considered her words. "What do you want?" he repeated.

"I want us to be friends again." She said, looking into his eyes.

"No.'' Sam dismissed the offer. "There's no way I can count on you Rachel."

"You forgave Kurt." She said.

"No. Blaine did. And Blaine forgave you as well." He paused. " Why do you care so much about what I think of you? It's not like I'm outwardly rude to you, and I leave you alone. You've never cared about what people think of you." Sam observed. It was quite strange to him how passionate Rachel was on repairing their friendship. She followed him like a lost puppy dog, always trying to corner him and make him talk to her.

"You're right." Rachel said quietly. "I don't care what people think of me, except for a few people. I knew this wasn't going to work." she added under her breath.

"You should have listened to yourself." Sam said. He knew he was being rude, and for a second he regretted it.

"Trust me." Rachel said, looking at him. "I am not here of my own accord."

"What?" Sam said, growing more and more irritated as the minutes passed. "That doesn't make any sense Rachel. That would mean that someone sent…" Sam trailed off. He knew why Rachel was here.

"Finn sent you." He concluded out loud.

"Yes." Rachel confirmed. "He was very adamant on making sure that I fixed things with you. Mum was the word on his intentions, but he made me promise at the pharmacy yesterday."

Nothing made sense to Sam. Why would Finn care if Rachel and Finn were fighting? Sure, it meant that he and Finn were not on the best of terms, but he was secretive with Rachel about why she needed to come and make him play nice. It wasn't like Finn to behave in such a way.

"This doesn't make any sense Rachel. Why would Finn want you here so bad?" Sam said, his forehead creasing with confusion.

Rachel shrugged. "I have no idea. I wish I knew."

Sam hummed, defeated.

"Just pretend that we're all happy. Deal?" Rachel said, growing irritated herself.

Sam looked at her. "Fine, but I'm not happy about it." and Rachel was gone.

-OOOOOO-

"Saaaaaaaaaaaam."

Sam was awake, but he tried to pretend he wasn't. His bed was so warm. It was Saturday, and it was early. Sam kept his eyes closed as a finger poked him on the cheek. He tried to smack it away, but with his eyes closed, he missed.

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm" the voice came again. "Waaaaaakeeeeee uuuuuup." Finally it clicked, and his eyes flew open.

Blaine was sitting next to him on the bed, fully dressed and smiling as he looked into Sam's eyes. "Good morning." He said in a delicate tone.

"Blaine? Whatreyadoinghere?" Sam mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"I have a surprise for you. It is Valentines Day after all." Blaine said.

"Oh, you mean waking up to you isn't enough of a wonderful surprise today?" Sam said as he leaned forward and kissed Blaine on the lips softly.

"No." Blaine said shortly with a smile and Sam laughed loudly. "So," Blaine continued. "do you remember the night you're mother brought me over for dinner?"

"Of course." Sam said. "I could never forget that day." He smiled at Blaine.

"I could go with forgetting a few parts, like my intense battle with hyperventilation." Blaine said.

"Well if you wouldn't have almost died, I could have never been there to save you." Sam said with a smile.

"My Superman." Blaine said, and he kissed Sam again. "You keep distracting me!" Blaine said as they pulled apart, and Sam laughed.

"Well, that day do you remember when I told you that Wes was going to take your comic book and bring it here?"

"Yessir." Sam said as he stood up and went to grab a shirt from his closet. Suddenly it was quiet. "Blaine?" Sam said from his closet.

"Uh- oh yeah. Sorry." Blaine said quickly. "I was distracted." Sam smiled, he knew why Blaine was so distracted. "Anyways, the day my dad died I told you I had a surprise for you, do you remember?"

"Vaguely." Sam responded as he closed the closet door behind him.

"Well…" Blaine pulled out a small book from a black bag that was sitting on the ground beside him. It was the copy of The Walking Dead that Sam had left at Co-Mixed the day he met Blaine. There was black marker on it. Sam walked forward to inspect it closer as Blaine held it up, and almost collapsed as he finally realized what all the writing was.

"Blaine…" Sam gasped as he reached up slowly to grab the book, his eyes glued to the writing. "You got the entire cast of the Walking Dead to sign this?" He looked up at his boyfriend. Sam could feel his mouth hanging open.

"No." Blaine said, an amused look on his face. "I also got the director, creator and producers to sign it." He smiled.

Sam lurched his body forward, his arms wrapping around Blaine's neck and kissing him passionately on the lips. "Thank you!" Sam said in between kisses as Blaine laughed through their lips.

"You are seriously the most perfect boyfriend ever." Sam said, and Blaine smiled. "I love you Blaine Anderson."

"And I love you." Blaine responded back. The looked at each other for a moment before Sam remembered Blaine's present.

"I almost forgot!" Sam announced as he went back towards his closet and pulling out a white envelope, with Blaine's name scribbled on it in Sam's messy scripture. He stopped in front of Blaine, who was still sitting on his bed. "This could never compete with your gift, but i really hope you like it." Sam said, suddenly feeling nervous. He held up the envelope for Blaine to take.

"Samuel, you could have gotten me dog treats and I would cherish them forever because they were from you." Blaine said as he took the envelope. Sam felt his anxiety fade as a smile overtook his face. Blaine opened up the envelope and the second he pulled out the tickets his mouth was agape just as Sam's was.

"No way Sam." Blaine said in a whisper. "You bought me tickets to Katy Perry?" He looked up at Sam.

"And passes to meet her." Sam said. It was his turn to be smug now. Blaine looked like he was going to fall over. His big eyes staring at the tickets. "I know it's not as epic as your present, but-"

"Shut up!" Blaine said. "It's perfect! This is the best thing I could have asked for!" and he stood and, again, their lips met. The incredible sensation only lasted a moment before Sam heard a familiar, tiny voice.

"Blainey!" Stevie ran into the room and tackled Blaine at the knees, just as he separated from Sam. Blaine laughed loudly as he knelt down and squeezed Stevie's tiny frame.

"How are you buddy?" Blaine asked with a giant smile. Sam couldn't help but smile as well. One of his most favorite things in the entire world was how much his family loved Blaine. Stevie still hadn't forgotten that he was best friends with Blaine, Stacy had started to finally overcome her shyness and talk with Blaine, and of course Sam's parents loved Blaine being around. As Blaine and Stevie talked, Sam just watched, not even listening, but observing how much they both smiled lately. After all that he and Blaine had been through, Sam could see a new sense of strength and determination in him. He was so confident, and now happiness radiated off of him. The fact that Blaine was so happy, made Sam happy. Things were perfect to Sam.

As Sam continued to watch Blaine and Stevie, a thought occurred. Could this be mine and Blaine's life in the future? Before Sam could stop himself he was imagining a future where he and Blaine had their own children. A future where everything was perfect and problems never existed. There were no serious hospital trips, there were never any comas, or pills, or bullies. Sam and Blaine would have the perfect life together with their children.

"….Don't you agree Sam?" Blaine said. Sam refocused as Blaine showed him a crooked, pink paper heart, with Blaine's name scrawled on it in red crayon.

"I'm sorry?" Sam said, recovering from his fantasy.

"Don't you think Stevie's heart is indeed very cool?" Blaine re-stated.

"Oh yes." Sam said quick, squatting down next to Blaine, taking the heart from his hands. "I think this is probably the best heart I've ever seen in my entire life." Sam said with a smile to Stevie, who was also wearing a big grin.

"Do you really think so Sammy?" Stevie said.

"I really, really do." Sam said. "In fact," he continued as he stood. "I think that this heart is so perfect that it deserves to be on the fridge so all of the world can see what a great craftsman you are!" and he grabbed Stevie's hand as they walked down the stairs to the kitchen with Blaine smiling in the back.

When they arrived into the kitchen they were greeted by Sam's parents and Stacy, who abandoned her coloring book to run up to Blaine with a hug as Sam and Stevie attached the crude heart to the stainless steel of the refrigerator.

"Oooooo." Sam's mom cooed as she saw the heart. "That's a very nice heart Stevie. I'm sure Blaine is going to cherish it forever."

"Oh, but of course." Blaine said as he Sam and Stevie stepped back to admire how good the heart looked on the fridge. "I do plan on taking it home with me later so I can put it on my fridge." Blaine continued, and Stevie laughed before running over to where Stacy was and tell her that trees are not supposed to be black and purple.

"So Blaine," Sam's dad said, looking up from the morning paper. "did Sam like the gift you gave him?"

"I almost died." Sam said, trying to put on a serious face. "I'm actually pretty sure I did for a second there."

"I'm going to take that as a yes." Sam's dad said with a chuckle, returning to the auto section.

"I heard running upstairs, so I can only assume that you liked Sam's present as well?" Sam's mom said as she turned to the stove.

"It was so perfect." Blaine gushed.

"Well I did have a little help." Sam said looking at his mother as he sat down at the counter. His mother had saved him from a massive panic attack only a few days ago. Sam still couldn't believe that he was able to score passes to meet Katy Perry.

"So what do you boys have planned for today?" Sam's mom asked, pulling the heart-shaped pancakes off the frying pan and onto the pink plate to her right. Blaine looked at Sam from the coloring book where he was helping Stacy color her sun pink.

"Yes Samuel." Blaine smile mischievously, "What are we doing today?"

For two weeks, Blaine had been trying to get an answer for the same question, but Sam was shut up tighter than a vault at a bank. The only thing Sam would tell Blaine is to clear his schedule.

"I have a couple of things planned." Sam said as he took the plate from his mother and attacked the perfect pancakes with an ocean of syrup.

"That much syrup cannot be healthy." Blaine said as he sat next to Sam at the counter, with his own plate.

"Hey." Sam said, defending his right to eat fatty and sugary pancakes. "Football is over, and I don't have to worry about my diet for another few months. Would you still love me if I was six-hunderd pounds Blainey?" Sam said tauntingly, poking his boyfriends arm.

"Probably not." Blaine said with a smile, which granted a light shove from Sam as he laughed.

-OOOOO-

After breakfast had finished, Sam had responded to a curious text from Finn, and a shower, Sam was ready to finally show Blaine what he had been planning for him.

When Sam walked downstairs, Blaine was more excited than a school girl who just got her first phone call from her crush. He was pacing the hallways, biting his nails, and trying to distract himself on Facebook from his phone. Sam internally guessed it wasn't working because the second he saw Sam he smiled and ran right up to him.

"You really should stop biting your nails." Sam said as he inspected his boyfriends hands.

"Sorry." Blaine said. "I only do it if I get really nervous or really excited. I don't even realize I'm doing it until someone says something."

"You know, when I was little I used to do the same thing." Sam said as he slipped on his shoes.

"Really?" Blaine said, cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah, my mom put hot sauce on my fingers for a week and I quit doing it."

"You don't like hot sauce." Blaine stated.

"Plus, heartburn's a bitch when you're eight." Sam remarked with a laugh as he opened the door.

Blaine almost ran to Sam's car he was walking so fast. The cold was still ferocious as they left the house, but there was no snow falling to Sam's relief. As soon as Sam clicked the button to unlock the car, Blaine hopped in quickly, a giant, excited smile plastered to his face. Sam chuckled and climbed in to the drivers side.

As Sam drove, Blaine tried to get hints of where they were going. When Sam was being unhelpful, he started to try and guess, but failing. Sam laughed at how excited Blaine was. It made Sam's heart beat fast and the butterflies in his stomach to start to flutter around like crazy.

I should name these damn butterflies, they're around so often. Sam thought as he turned into his final destination.

It only took Blaine a total of four seconds to put it together. He looked at Sam, pure joy riddled his face. "Sam." he breathed. "How did you…?" He trailed off as he looked around.

"Wes told me that this was your favorite place in the entire world, so here we are." he smiled at Blaine, who had his back on him. Blaine unbuckled his seatbelt and lurched forward, taking Sam's face in his hands and pressing his lips to his. Sam was in love with how touchy Blaine was today. He could never get tired of the taste of mint and cinnamon that accompanied Blaine's lips when they met Sam's.

When Blaine pulled away Sam spoke. "Wait until you go inside, that's where the surprise is."

Blaine's eyes lit up and he wasted no time in jumping out of the car, impatiently waiting for Sam to join him.

The Ohio State University Stadium loomed over the boys as they made their way through the snow. Blaine was practically skipping to the entrance, curious to see what awaited him inside.

"Blaine, wait." Sam called to Blaine as he neared the entrance. "You have to wear this." And he pulled out a pink bandanna from his jacket pocket.

"Oh. Alright." Blaine responded with a smile. Sam walked forward, tied the bandana carefully around his boyfriends eyes, and led him inside, directing his every step so he wouldn't fall.

"Sam, I smell cinnamon." Blaine said.

"What?" Sam said dramatically. " I specifically told them no cinnamon! I promise you Mr. Anderson, someone will lose their job for this!"

"Shut up." Blaine said laughing.

When Sam finally had Blaine in the middle of the field, the pair stopped.

"Are you ready?" Sam said.

"I don't think I've ever been more ready." Blaine said excitedly.

Sam removed and smiled as he heard a small gasp escape from Blaine's lips. Blaine looked around the football field, taking in the scoreboard that proclaimed Sam's love for him, he saw the flower petals that swallowed up the entire field and dotted with candles, and most importantly, he saw the football at his feet that was embroidered with a golden bow-tie and his name. His hands flew to his mouth, and Sam saw the tears happen.

Score! Sam thought, and he was thankful that his father was able to pull some strings in order for this to happen.

"Sam…." Blaine whispered, not taking his eyes off of the sight in front of him. "How did….?"

"Don't worry about it." Sam said smiling, pulling Blaine into him. "This is all for you, and you should enjoy every second of it."

"Well, you being here definitely makes all of this so much better." Blaine said, looking up at him. Sam felt instant luck in that moment. He was so lucky to have Blaine in his life. They had been through hell and back, and in that moment all of their problems had gone away. There was no such thing as Mercedes, or anger, or judgment. Sam was filled with more happiness than he could put into words and he never wanted to leave that time in his life.

Sam knew that his problems would all come back tomorrow. Tomorrow he would have to deal with Mercedes and her hateful words, he would have to pretend to like Rachel for the sake of Finn, and tomorrow, he would have to deal with the text message from Puck that appeared on his phone, forgotten in his car.