Walk Of Fame

by shanehardy

SEQUEL TO "A NEW REALITY IN DIRECTION"; It's been 14 months since Sam & Blaine graduated from McKinley and began their lives in NYC. What starts out as a fairytale begins to unravel until life events and careers separate them. Can the power of their love bring them back together despite everything that wants to keep them apart? Will Sam & Blaine live happily ever after?

26. Chapter 26 - Change

CHAPTER 26 – Change

Five days had passed since Adam Crawford was killed by the bus. His body was returned to England and for all intensive purposes the dealings with the Brit were over. It was over for everyone but Blaine Anderson who had not been the same since. He had sealed himself within the walls of Cooper's brownstone and only left for work. He had not spoken to anyone. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't know what to say. Even living in the same house with Cooper, they had spoken very little about how Adam's life ended.

Cooper stood at the door to his guest room that Blaine had claimed as his own. He was dressed in jeans and a sweater. His five o'clock shadow was heavier than it had been in months as it was prep week for Magic Mike 2. Filming was only five days away and Cooper worried that with the additional hours of filming balancing a movie and a television show would keep him from being around and protecting his kid brother.

"It's 4:30, Blaine. You still have time to make it to the memorial before you go to work. I'm sure you're friends at NYADA would be glad to see you there," Cooper reminded him.

"I'm not going," Blaine stated.

"Are you going to work tonight?" Cooper wondered. "I have the final table read for the movie so it will be late when I get home."

"Yeah, I'm going," Blaine never turned away from staring out the window. "I have a key so if I beat you home I'll just let myself in."

"Have you talked to any of your friends? They've all been calling me wanting to know how you are," Cooper let him know.

"They're good friends, Cooper, I just don't want to talk to anyone right now," Blaine admitted.

"Okay," Cooper gave up. "You're obviously not going to talk to me so I did something that you're going to be really angry with me about, but I did it anyway."

"What's that?" Blaine finally looked at him.

Cooper pushed the door to the room all the way open and revealed Sam standing there. Blaine's blood pressure rose immediately.

"Will you try and get through to him?" Cooper begged Sam. Cooper left the room leaving the former lovers to stare at each other. Sam was the first one to speak.

"A lot of people have been calling to check on you. Everyone back home," Sam began.

"Got a lot of calls. None of them from you," Blaine stated pointedly.

"We both know I was the last person you wanted to hear from," Sam knew how Blaine's brain worked. "You knew I would have been here the moment you called."

"I do," Blaine admitted. "It wasn't an accusation, Sam."

"I know," Sam smiled before walking over and sitting down next to Blaine in the window seat. It reminded him of the times they would sit and talk in Blaine's old bedroom. "I know that because you know that I know how you really feel versus what everyone else is worried about."

"What are you getting at?" Blaine wondered if he really knew.

"Everyone is asking you how you're doing. Asking you if you're okay," Sam stated the obvious. "They don't know what I know. The real question isn't how you feel it's what you feel. You're not upset about Adam dying. You're angry at yourself for being happy about it."

Blaine didn't turn his head to Sam he just smiled. "You do know me well." He turned to Sam. "Why are you here?" he asked with completely honesty. "I broke up with you. I left you."

"Because it was the best thing for both of us," Sam stopped him. "We both have some growing up to do and its growing up we need to do separately," Sam stood to leave but leaned over to whisper in Blaine's ear. "But don't think for a second that I've forgotten about you. Do what you need to do to fix whatever you need to fix in this pretty head of yours and I'll do the same. But don't think for a minute that we don't know how this story ends," he moved back and the boys shared a smile that spoke a million words. Sam walked to the door and turned around.

"Once upon a time you and I were friends. I'll settle for that until . . . well until we figure out what we really need from each other." He shut the door behind him leaving Blaine with a smirk on his face.

(Poison and Wine by the Civil Wars – cover by Jess Moskaluke & Jake Coco)

(Performed by Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans)

Sam stood in the hallway and Blaine remained in his seat at the window.

BLAINE: You only know what I want you too

SAM: I know everything you don't want me too. Oh, your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine.

BLAINE: You think your dreams are the same as mine.

Blaine/Sam: Oh, I don't love you but I always will. Oh, I don't love you but I always will. Oh, I don't love you but I always will. I always will.

Sam walked down the hall and out of the house. As Blaine watched through the window Sam came into view at the street.

SAM: I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back.

BLAINE: The less I give the more I get back. Oh, your hands can heal, your hands can bruise.

SAM: Oh, I don't have a choice, I'd still choose you.

Sam gradually turned his head and they made eye contact.

Sam/Blaine: Oh, I don't love you but I always will. Oh, I don't love you, but I always will. I don't love you, but I always will. Oh, I don't love you, but I always will.

Blaine turned away from the eye contact and Sam headed down the street to the subway station.

Blaine/Sam: I don't love you but I always will. I don't love you but I always will. I don't love you but I always will. I always will. I always will. I always will. I always will. I always will.

As Sam continued to walk he got an idea. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Hey, it's Sam. I need you both to come to The City. We have a mutual friend that needs to remember who he is."

-GLEE-

Tyler Trevino finally got around to finishing his unpacking by placing his final box on his bed. It had been a hard few days. In addition to everything that happened with Adam, Tyler was going on audition after audition and go-see after go-see trying to get a job to support his living in New York.

"Hey man," Artie called out standing in the bedroom door. "I'm on my way to go hang out with Mike and Tina. Do you wanna come?"

"Nah, man, I'm going to finish this. It should have been done a week ago," Tyler smiled weakly.

"Dude, are you okay? You haven't really been yourself lately," Artie pointed out.

"Just had a lot on my mind, it's not a big deal," Tyler tried to blow it off.

"Look, man, I know I've been really busy with school and stuff and I haven't been around a lot but if you need to talk I'm still around just like I was in high school," Artie offered.

"You know there's only one way to cheer me up," Tyler deflected and raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"Well you're gonna have to find that somewhere else because Sugar would kill me if I gave the goods away," Artie always knew how to lighten the mood.

"She should learn to share," Tyler joked. "Go, have fun. I promise we'll hang out soon."

"Okay, I'm going to hold you to that," Artie prodded. "I'll see you later."

Tyler went back to working on his room as he heard Artie leaving.

"Hey what's up, man?" Tyler heard Artie saying to someone as he left.

"Just coming back from a meeting," Joe's voice rang out causing Tyler to grit his teeth. He did not want to be alone in the apartment with him. "Are you the only one home?"

"Tyler's in his room. I'll see you later," Artie left the apartment.

Hoping that Joe would just leave him alone like he had for the past week and a half, Tyler continued his work while planning an exit strategy should Joe want to talk. Somehow he knew Joe wouldn't stay away.

"You staying in tonight?" Joe asked from the door.

"Yeah," Tyler acted like nothing was wrong. "But you'll probably want to go out because I'm going to walk around the house naked, jerk off, and maybe call a friend over to have loud hot sex. I wouldn't want to try and corrupt you."

"Do you really think after all this time those threats of yours would still work?" Joe criticized.

"Don't act like you're so innocent," Tyler demanded. "There's more than one way to sin."

"What are you talking about?" Joe questioned.

"Your deal with Claire to teach me a lesson, did you think I'd never found out about it?" Tyler fought hard to keep his emotions in check but he felt betrayed.

"She told you?" Joe realized.

"Are you that surprised?" Tyler scoffed. "You set up a plan with someone who cares about herself more than anything else in the world. I would think that's because you're such a trusting person except for the fact that you trusted a stranger over someone you called your friend."

"You were hurting people," Joe professed.

"You have an unusual definition of hurting," Tyler smirked. "Last time I checked what you're talking about causes a lot of pleasure not pain." He walked over and got unusually close to Joe. "I know you've only had one in your entire life. Maybe if you were more familiar you would have a better clue about how much pleasure I can provide."

"And exactly how do you think Tina would feel if she knew what you did to Mike?"

"Maybe she would ask for lessons," Tyler scoffed. "Because if I remember correctly he really enjoyed it."

"You really have no remorse do you?" Joe seemed surprised.

"Are you really so pious that you're upset about me having sex or maybe is it who I'm having it with?" Tyler whispered to him. "Cause I think you like the attention I give you."

"What would make you think that?" Joe maintained his position.

"Why else would you sit and watch me have a dream where I called out your name multiple times? Maybe it's not the attention I give you it's that you want more than just attention," Tyler put his hand between Joe's legs. "Evidently I'm right."

"That has nothing to do with you," Joe inisisted.

"Artie gives you a hard-on then?" Tyler kidded. "I don't get it Joe. You could have your own personal sex toy and instead you ignore me."

"That's because it's wrong, Joe claimed as he moved away from Tyler and walked into his bedroom across the hall and shut the door.

Tyler couldn't help but smile when he heard Joe's bedroom door lock.

-GLEE-

Glee rehearsal ended and Will asked for Michael to speak with him in his office. Michael looked around at his friends wondering why he was singled out.

"Want me to wait on you? I assume you need a ride home," Nick stated.

"Yeah, if you don't mind that would be great," Michael agreed before turning and walking into Mr. Schue's office.

"Michael, thanks for staying. I won't take up much of your time," Mr. Schue professed. "Have a seat."

Michael sat down in front of the teacher's desk and was surprised when Mr. Schue sat in the chair next to him instead of behind the structure.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Schue?" Michael asked.

"No," he smiled. "But I made a promise to you when the whole thing with the foster care system happened that I would be there for you no matter what."

"Yeah, I know. I appreciate it," Michael smiled awkwardly.

"It would be easier if I didn't have to find out things from other people about you and who you are, for lack of a better term, seeing," Will hoped to put it mildly.

Michael's fear came true. He sat there and said nothing.

"Cooper, Michael? Haven't we been down this road before?" he tried to sound non-judgmental but it didn't come out that way.

"We both have if I remember correctly," Michael snapped back. "I'm sure you remember how good some of his tricks feel."

"I wasn't judging you, Michael. I'm not going to judge you," Will stepped back. "I just know that you and Cooper restarted you relationship and then he suddenly ended it."

"You certainly know a lot about your old friend's personal life. Are you sure you don't still hold a torch for him?" Michael mocked.

"I don't care about him, Michael. I care about you," Will leaned forward and squeezed Michael's shoulder with his hand. "I know in his own screwed up way Cooper does have feelings for you, but he has more feelings for himself and his career and I'm guessing that hurt you," he leaned back in his chair but maintained eye contact. "You deserve better, Michael. You've gone through a lot and I'm not going to pretend I know what you're going through, but just know that if you ever need someone to talk too, someone older that you can trust, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Michael realized his teacher only wanted to help. "I'm sorry about what I said."

"No need," Mr. Schue grinned. "Now go, have fun with your friends. Just remember if you need anything . . ."

". . . you're here," Michael smiled.

Michael walked out of the office and headed to the parking lot.

-GLEE-

Brody stood in the lobby of NYADA staring out the window into the courtyard. He didn't really want to be at the memorial but he knew he needed to be there.

"You look like you are having about as much fun as we are," Rachel stated. Brody turned around to see Rachel and Sunshine standing there together.

"I'm just thankful this entire thing is over," Sunshine added.

"That makes two of us," Rachel agreed.

"Three actually," Brody testified. "I feel completely fake being here. I guess if there was just one reason why something good would come from this situation it would be better. I didn't like the guy but I didn't want him to die."

"Me either. No one deserves that," Rachel noted. She saw someone over Brody's shoulder that caught her interest. "Brody, isn't that Nathan?"

Brody turned around quickly. Across the lobby, standing in the midst of several NYADA students was Nathan Simpson, his old best friend. The same one that at one time dated Adam and who eventually ran away from him. For two years, Brody wondered where his friend was worrying that he might be dead and now he stood less than twenty feet in front of him.

"That's the guy that Adam ran away from NYADA?" Sunshine remembered the story.

"I guess Adam's death did allow something positive to happen," Rachel knew what it meant to Brody to see Nathan again. She took Sunshine's hand so she would make eye contact. When she did, the young Asian saw the seriousness in her eyes. They both turned to Brody.

He stood there until Nathan looked up and they made eye contact. His old friend immediately grinned from ear to ear and Brody watched as he excused himself and walked over to him.

"I was really hoping that you would be here," Nathan stated before he wrapped Brody up in a bear hug. Brody returned the smile and the hug just as quickly.

"Where the hell have you been? Two years? It's been two years. I never could get in touch with you!" Brody finally got to ask the questions that he needed to about his missing friend.

Nathan winced. "I am sorry about that. I knew after everything that Adam did to me you were the only one that still cared about my well being, but I had to completely leave this place behind. I'm sorry about that, Brody."

"It doesn't matter," Brody shook his head still in disbelief that Nathan could actually be there. "You're here now. Where have you been all this time?"

"I moved back home to Los Angeles and got a few different odd jobs at the studios until I got hired as a personal assistant," he explained. "When I heard that Adam died I had to comeback so I could see everyone again."

"Are you coming back?" Brody hoped.

"Not to school, but it looks like Lucy and I will be looking for a place here in the City. She just booked a role on a pilot filming here and it looks promising so hopefully we'll get to stay here."

"Lucy who?" Brody questioned.

"Lucy Hales," Nathan smiled and both Brody and the girls noticed him blush at her name.

"Are you her assistant or something else?" Brody couldn't figure out how the pieces of the puzzle fit knowing Nathan's past.

"Things have changed," Nathan confessed. "Everything about my life changed after I left here." Suddenly Nathan noticed the two young ladies standing behind him. He looked at Rachel. "Hey, I remember you and not just from your billboards."

"I wasn't sure if you would. I was only here for a month before you left," Rachel remembered. "It's nice to see you again, Nathan."

"I'm Sunshine," the tiny Asian jumped in. "Brody has told me all about you."

Nathan laughed out loud. "I hope he just told you the good stuff."

"He did," she blushed. She couldn't help but notice how attractive the guy was. "And Lucy Hales is one of my favorite actresses. I love her on Liars. I can't believe this is the last season."

"Well that why she's hoping this new Ryan Murphy pilot gets picked up," Nathan revealed.

"Ryan Murphy?" Brody picked up quickly. "Rachel and I both booked that pilot too."

"Well I guess we will be seeing more of each other. At least while it's filmed," Nathan turned to the girls. "Would it be okay for me to steal Brody away from you? It's been a long time and we have a lot to catch up on."

"Not at all," Rachel agreed. "I have to get to the theatre anyway," she turned to Sunshine. "You're coming with me tonight, right?"

"Sure am," Sunshine didn't hide her excitement. "It was nice to finally meet you, Nathan."

"You as well," Nathan said to both girls and briefly watched them leave before turning to Brody. "We should find somewhere to talk."

Brody motioned to the auditorium across the lobby and Nathan led him inside. He shut the door and the boys stood there awkwardly staring unsure of how to start the conversation. Brody was the first to say something.

"So you and Lucy Hales? I got to admit I didn't see that coming," he grinned.

"Like I said a lot of things about me have changed," Nathan quipped. "After I managed to get away from Adam I realized it changed me."

"I don't understand," Brody confessed.

"You don't have too," Nathan smiled. "Just promise me you're still my friend. That was the one thing I really hoped would never change."

"Then why did you go this whole time without letting me know where you were? I was really worried about you? Being here hasn't been the same without you," Brody hoped he knew how much he was missed.

"It was because of him," Nathan raised his voice but quickly showed his apology in his eyes. "I didn't want him to find me and I didn't want him to hurt you trying to find me."

"Adam was a bastard, but I don't think he would go that far," Brody mentioned.

"You saw what he did to me. You've seen what he did to your friend Blaine, and you still don't believe that he would hurt you to finish getting to me? He knew how much you meant to me. You're like family."

Brody felt warmth inside himself when he heard those words. No friend in his life knew him as well as Nathan had back then. Now they both had to admit things to each other to get back to the point.

"I still can't believe that you're with Lucy Hales," Brody snickered. "Last time I saw you she wasn't exactly your type."

"And when I left Cooper Anderson wasn't yours," Nathan raised an eyebrow. "I think we both have a lot we need to tell each other."

-GLEE-

Hunter Clarington walked out of the music store next to the Lima Bean. He started towards his car, but he stopped when he noticed Stevie Evans sitting on a bench across from him. He sat there with his strong arms wrapped around his legs staring at the ground. He was lost in his own thoughts. Hunter placed his purchases inside his car and then walked over and sat next to the younger boy.

"You haven't been in school all week," Hunter pointed out the obvious.

Stevie looked up at him briefly before staring back at the ground. He spoke softly. "I haven't been feeling like myself lately."

"Bree's been asking about you. She said you and her were really getting to know each other at the bonfire until Sam got the call about that guy that died," Hunter hoped the kid would open up to him.

"Well checking on my brother was even more important than making out with a hot girl," Stevie defended his actions.

"And yet when he left you stayed at the party and proceeded to get drunk which I've never heard of you doing before. Did something happen between you and Bree?" Hunter wondered.

"No offense, Hunter, I really appreciate you playing the big brother card, but I don't want to talk about it. Please don't make me," Stevie turned and looked him in the eyes.

"No one can make you do something you don't want too," Hunter reminded him. "Look, I'm around if you ever want to talk. I get the whole lone wolf independent thing, but eventually you'll need someone and I've made it a habit of not judging people no matter what it is they've done. I learned my lesson about that a long time ago. You've got my number."

Hunter headed back to his car and Stevie watched as he drove away. He could only think back to the bonfire. After Rachel called Sam, he and Lindsey made plans to go back to New York immediately leaving him there with all the older kids. He began drinking and got so messed up Bree started acting differently with him, but that wasn't what worried Stevie. The thing that had been on his mind ever since was what happened when Jacob and Michael brought him home.

Flashback: After the Bonfire the Previous Friday Night

Jacob watched as Michael woozily unlocked the back door and tried to be quiet as they half-walked, half-carried Stevie into the Evans' house. He should have known the night wasn't going to end well. Mia hated the football team's parties and always refused to go. He really didn't want to go either but he'd let Stevie and Michael talk him into it. When he heard that Stevie was going he thought he'd go and watch out for him. When he got there he saw Stevie's actual big brother there doing just that.

Stevie didn't mind using his brother's celebrity status to get an invite to the bonfire. The fact that both Kitty Wilde and Bree Westbrook had made him their temporary boy toy had helped him as well, but when he showed up with his big brother, the swarm of Cheerios turned out to be major Samfans looking for alone time with their idol. Stevie was more than a little annoyed with the attention his brother got instead of him. He turned to his jock friends who just kept refilling the drink they'd pushed into his hand when he'd walked in the door. Within an hour, he was totally shit-faced.

Then Jacob watched Bree attach herself to Stevie's side which immediately worried him. Despite Bree's latest turn to the bright side when she helped his twin sister, he still didn't trust her. After Sam and Lindsey's quick departure He convinced Michael to help him and they hustled the drunk boy out to his truck before anything could happen to him.

Now back at the Evans' house, they hoped to sneak him into bed without Mary Evans finding out. He'd been singing a medley of country songs during the drive but luckily stopped halfway home and showed no signs of starting again.

"This should be fun," Jacob whispered, wondering how he was going to get Stevie all the way to his bedroom on the other side of the house and not wake everyone up. The kid was essentially dead weight and Michael wasn't exactly sober.

"Up we go," with little assistance from his drunk friend, Jacob managed to hoist Stevie onto his broad shoulders in a fireman's carry. He grimaced when he felt something big and hard in Stevie's jeans pressing into his shoulder. "Oh, man . . ."

Somehow they made it. When he was softly closing the door to Stevie's room, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. He'd actually managed to get them there without blowing it. All they had to do was get Stevie undressed and into bed and they were home free.

Then Stevie puked. Michael was kneeling on the floor trying to untie Stevie's Converse high-tops when the boy suddenly sat up all green faced and let fly a gush of vomit that drenched them both. Jacob couldn't help laughing. Especially at the surprised expression on Michael's face as a chunk of vomit slid down his cheek.

"Sorry, dude," Jacob managed to get out between laughs.

A drunk smile curved Michael's lips and he gave Jacob a dose of puppy-dog eyes. "Jacob ol' buddy . . ."

Jacob knew what was coming and took a step back. "No way, dude. I got him here. You can clean him up."

"Thanks, bro," Michael pouted. "Can you at least help get 'em undressed."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Sure." He went into the bathroom and found a plastic garbage bag in the cabinet under the sink. He tried not to gag as he pulled off Stevie's vomit-soaked muscle shirt. Soon, his clothes were bundled up in the bag along with Michael's, leaving both boys in just their briefs.

Ready to leave, Jacob watched as Michael pulled Stevie to his feet and started walking him toward the bathroom. He couldn't help but notice the younger boy was still popping a major boner. "Good luck," he said and smirked when Michael flipped him off.

After Jacob left, Michael managed to get Stevie into the bathroom, his briefs off, the shower turned on and Stevie into the shower. When he kept tipping over, he realized he'd have to get in with him and hold him up.

Shedding his own briefs, Michael stood behind Stevie with one arm wrapped around his chest to hold him up and the other rubbing his smooth wet skin with the soap. He was very conscious of the tight muscular body pressed up against his own and his dick was responding as expected.

When it was his turn, Michael leaned Stevie against the wall and quickly shampooed the puke out of his hair. He was soaping himself up when he heard a squeaking behind him. He turned to watch Stevie slide down the glass wall and land on his ass.

"Whoa!" Stevie grinned as he stared owlishly at Michael's erection. "Jeez, dude, y'know your dick, it's like freakin' huge!" He reached out to touch it but he missed and his arm fell bonelessly to his lap. "An' so's mine!" he giggled, batting at his own hard-on.

"C'mon, dude," Michael said, wondering how he could get him back on his feet. He finally grabbed him under the armpits from behind and hauled him up. He inhaled sharply; his cock slid in between Stevie's ass cheeks and he wasn't exactly in a hurry to pull it out.

"You wanta get all sexy, huh, Mikey? Is it cuz I'm so sexy?" Stevie turned and gave him a seductive look and Michael melted. "You owe me. Bree told me that she had somethin' for me. Somethin' a nice hot boy like me deserved." He put both his hands on Michael's shoulders. "An' you made me leave 'fore she could give it to me."

Michael didn't resist when Stevie pushed down on his shoulders and he dropped to his knees. His face was inches away from Stevie's dick and his mouth watered at the sight. Straight and smooth it looked carved out of pink marble and it was so tempting. Michael leaned and started licking the head. Stevie sucked in his breath.

Michael took Stevie's shaft in his hand, his tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive skin around the slit. When the first drop of precum hit his tongue, he closed his lips around the tip and gently sucked, relishing his first taste of the sweet Evans' juice he'd dreamed about since the first time he laid eyes on the eldest Evans' child.

Stevie moaned in response. Michael looked up as the boy gripped his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps. The view of his sculpted body from below with water running down the planes and mounds of muscle sent a jolt to his cock. He slowly sucked Stevie's cockhead into his mouth, hollowed his cheeks and started blowing him in earnest.

"Thass so freakin' awesome!" Steve slurred, squirming at the incredible feeling of Michael's hot mouth and wriggling tongue working his dick. Through the alcohol haze, he noticed Michael's lips were sliding further down his shaft with each bob of his head until the dark-haired boy bottomed out, his nose buried in the small wet thatch of pubic hair. He didn't know anything could feel that good.

Then it got better. Michael hummed from deep down within his throat and he felt a pleasure so intense it fried his brain.

Michael switched to long wet strokes. He loved dick. The taste, the smell, the feel of a big stiff one sliding down his throat, just sucking this kid's long fat cock had his own dick achingly hard and weeping. The thought of having this one and big brother Sam's in his mouth at the same time made him almost cum on the spot. Then he backed off the shaft and let the head pop out of his mouth. Gripping the base, he started licking it from top to bottom like a popsicle, tongue lapping at the slit each time he reached it. And each time, Stevie jerked as if shocked.

Michael thought it was time to finish and give them both their reward. He squeezed the base of the cock and wrung a loud long moan out of Stevie. Then he started jerking him as fast as he could and didn't give a shit how loud the kid got because he wanted him to cum now and cum hard.

It didn't take long. Stevie was bucking his hips and babbling nonsense when he felt a huge pressure building inside him like his dick was going to blow off and his toes were curling and his muscles were stiffening and suddenly this incredible overwhelming feeling crashed through him. . .

Michael caught the first blast of cum square in the face. He opened his mouth for the second and wrapped his lips around Stevie's pulsing cock in time for it to empty a huge load down his throat. It was almost too much for him but he just kept swallowing. The kid's jizz was virgin sweet and he greedily milked his shaft with both hands to get every last drop.

When his knees buckled, Stevie's hands shot out and pressed against the opposite walls of the shower to support his weight. His few attempts at masturbating had felt good but this was mind-blowing in comparison.

"Mikey . . . oh god, Mikey . . . tha' was . . ." he babbled. His head was still swimming.

"Better than anythin' you would have gotten from Bree Westbrook," Michael finished, licking his swollen lips clean. "Damn, boy that was awesome. You almost blew me through the glass when you jizzed."

Stevie stumbled and Michael grabbed him, reached around and turned off the shower. They stepped out and Michael dried them both off. Between the booze and the intense orgasm, he could see that Stevie's eyes wanted to shut for a deep slumber.

Once Michael got Stevie in bed he regained the power of speech and whispered, "Thanks, Mikey. That was so good. So really good. Y'know that was my first time and I'm glad it was you." Then he pulled Michael down by the neck and planted a wet and sloppy kiss on his mouth. Michael returned the kiss, sucking Stevie's full lower lip between his own. When he leaned up, the boy was asleep.

Michael pulled on a pair of Stevie's pajama bottoms and curled up next to him. He was crashing too and he felt so comfortable feeling Stevie's slow and regular breathing. Before he drifted off, he put his hands to his lips. They still tingled.

Present Day

Stevie sat on the bench in the same position deep in thought. He didn't regret what he did, but he wasn't sure why he did it. Why had he let Michael do those things to him? He liked it a lot but he didn't have any feelings for Michael other than friendship. Since then he couldn't look Michael in the eyes without feeling guilty. He just got up, slipped his hands into his pockets and began walking.

(Smile by Charlie Chaplin – Glee Cast Version)

(Performed by Stevie Evans)

STEVIE: Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking when there are clouds in the sky you'll get by. If you smile through your pain and sorrow, smile and maybe tomorrow. You'll see the sun come shining through for you.

Stevie walked into the Women's Shelter to wait for his mother so he could go home.

STEVIE: Light up your face with gladness. Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near. That's the time you must keep on trying. Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile.

In New York, Blaine walked out on stage to perform in The Newsies. Rachel did the same thing in Funny Girl. Sam, Quinn, and Cooper all sat around a long table with the rest of the cast of Magic Mike 2 laughing and reading through the script. Sam kept noticing an attractive man at the other end of the table that kept staring at him. It made him smile.

In Central Perk, Mike and Tina sat with Artie laughing and joking around.

STEVIE: That's the time you must keep on trying. Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile. Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking when there are clouds in the sky you'll get by.

As Stevie watched the kids play in the Shelter something was about to happen in New York that would have a severe outcome. Tyler stood outside the coffee shop staring at the happy threesome.

STEVIE: That's the time you must keep on trying. Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile . . . You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile.

"Are you ready to go?"

Stevie turned toward the voice to find his mother standing there.

"Yeah, let's go."

-GLEE-

Tyler walked inside and headed over to a table where his three friends sat.

"I was wondering if the invitation was still open?" he asked.

"Of course, man. Sit yo' ass down," Artie kicked out the empty chair with his foot. Tyler smiled at Artie. The kid never ceased to amaze him. He was always positive and sought to see the good in people. He wondered if he would ever be able to do that. Right now he couldn't even trust anyone.

"So Artie was just telling us that you and Joe seem to be at odds," Mike mentioned between coffee sips. "You two were fine during the tour. When did this happen?"

"When I found out that Joe and Claire planned to teach me a lesson by getting me to fall for Joe and then break me. Evidently they think I'm a douche bag that only cares about myself and I deserved to be taught a lesson," Tyler suggested.

"No one deserves that," Tina declared. "I can't believe that Joe would do something like that. That doesn't sound like him at all."

"Yeah, well, Joe thinks I'm a bad person. That's what it boils down too. He was willing to work with Claire because I'm a sinner that needs to be cleansed," Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Now that sounds like our Teen Jesus," Artie commented.

"What did you do that was so bad?" Tina wondered. "I can't imagine anything that would be that bad."

Tyler looked into her eyes and he hated that even after all the mean things he'd done to her, she still saw good in him. He confessed, "Tina, that's sweet but you wouldn't think that if you knew some of the things I've done."

"You mean besides you tricking Brody and Sam into letting you demonstrate your oral skills on them?" Mike guessed.

"I mean that's messed up but I'm pretty sure they weren't complaining," Artie joked.

"There was someone else. I'm pretty sure that's the one he got mad about," Tyler admitted.

"Well don't leave us hanging, Ty. Who was it?" Tina wanted the gossip badly. She had no idea how knowing it would change things.

Tyler couldn't say it out loud. In that moment, he actually felt bad for what he'd done to Mike. All he could do was let his eyes venture in the direction of Mike Chang's beautiful form.

"Me?" Mike realized what the eye contact meant. "When?"

"Before we went on tour. You were asleep in your room talking in your sleep about wanting it so I did it," Tyler confessed. "I'm sorry." He turned to the only female at the table. "Tina, I didn't do it to hurt you and I'm sorry if I did."

He waited for the Diva to come out of Tina and beat his ass right in the middle of the coffee shop. Instead she turned to Mike and said, "You owe me $100."

"Excuse me?" Tyler expected a lot of things to happen but that was not one of them.

"I've only dated three men in my life and you're all sitting here together. And the one thing that you should all realize is that I do like sex but I don't give oral sex. I don't like that," Tina smirked. "Mike insisted that right before the tour I woke him up with a blow job and left the room before he opened his eyes. I bet him $100 it wasn't me."

"Mike, are you pissed at me?" Tyler wondered.

"How can I be pissed at you for giving me a happy ending? If that was you it felt damn good," Mike proclaimed. "If Tina's not pissed then I'm cool."

Artie watched the interaction and could not mask the surprise on his face. "T, not that I'm not impressed at you being so chill about your ex blowing your boy's whistle, but why aren't you pissed?"

"Well, that would make me kind of a hypocrite since . . . well just between us, Mike and I played with one of his Pippin' costars last year and I let him suck on Mike's bone all night," Tina turned to Tyler and gave him a look that made him both uncomfortable and incredibly turned on at the same time. "It probably would have been hot to watch you use your infamous technique on Mike."

Mike nodded and blushed in affirmation.

Artie looked impressed. "Dayum, Miss Tay-Tay, you is one freak-nasty girl now."

"Maybe so, but in reality I'm just confident in what I have with Mike. A year ago if this would have happened I would have ripped off Tyler's dick and made him suck his own piece when I shoved it down his throat," she grinned at her ex. "I know he's not trying to take Mike from me. He just wanted to have fun."

"Speaking of fun, if you boys don't mind hanging out tonight, I think I'm going to take my girl home and show her my thanks for being the best girlfriend in the world," Mike gushed as he stood and pulled Tina out of her seat. The boys agreed, wished them well and the beautiful Asian couple headed out the door.

(Get Lucky by Daft Punk f/ Pharrell Williams)

(Performed by Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang)

Mike and Tina walked down the sidewalk hand in hand, Tina's head on Mike's shoulder.

MIKE: Like the legend of the Phoenix, all ends with beginnings. What keeps the planets spinning, the force from the beginning.

They walked up the stairs to their flat stopping periodically to touch each other lovingly. If anyone could see them in that moment they would think something was about to happen.

Tina/Mike: We've come too far to give up who we are, so let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars.

Tina pushed Mike up against the door and began kissing him all over his hard body. Mike couldn't help but smile.

MIKE: She's up all night 'til the sun, I'm up all night to get some. She's up all night for good fun, I'm up all night to get lucky.

Mike reversed their positions and began to kiss Tina's neck.

TINA: We're up all night till the sun, we're up all night to get some. We're up all night to have fun. We're up all night to get lucky.

As Tina and Mike headed into the apartment they noticed Lindsey and Colton running into her bedroom with him shirtless and her in just her underwear. They fell onto her bed and he knew she only had one thing on her mind as they began to make out again.

Tina/Mike: We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky.

Tina began to pull off Mike's clothes leaving him naked on the bed.

TINA: The present has no ribbon, your gift keeps on giving. What is this I'm feeling? If you want to leave, I'm with it.

Tina/Mike: We've come too far to give up who we are, so let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars.

Tina finished undressing and joined Mike under the covers of their bed.

Tina/Mike: We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky. We're up all night to get lucky.

As the music continued both couples enjoyed their time together, but one couple enjoyed themselves much more than the other.

-GLEE-

The next morning Sam walked into the hallway to find Lindsey standing there waiting on him.

"First day of filming, are you ready?" she smiled but Sam immediately could tell something was wrong but decided to wait for the car.

"Yeah I'm ready. I did an extra 500 crunches this morning. Got to get ready for that speedo action," Sam joked. "I really need to get a job where I keep my clothes on."

"I'll make sure to remind you of that," She grinned and put her arm around his shoulder and hugged him.

They walked out of the apartment building and into the car waiting to take them to the set. Once they were settled, Sam couldn't wait anymore. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong or do you just want me to continue acting like nothing is wrong with you this morning?"

"Trust me, Sam, you really don't want to know," Lindsey insisted crossing her arms and legs before looking out the window. Her body language told him everything he needed to know.

"It happened again?" Sam knew her frustration was of the sexual variety.

Lindsey looked over at him before pressing the button to raise the privacy partition between the front and back of the car. "I don't get it," she blurted out. "Things were going great. Everything was working more than great. I mean he really knows how to use his hands and his lips . . . oh those lips, I can't even begin to tell you what he can do with them. He was driving me crazy," Lindsey started sharing way more information than Sam planned on getting. "And he got his too. I used some of my best techniques on him and he liked it. Do you know how I know he liked it?" she asked without waiting for Sam to answer. "Because everything was up at attention, full salute to the ceiling. But then we go from the appetizer to the main course and before anything happened his salute fell flat."

"What did he do?" Sam knew what kind of affect it could have on a guy's ego.

"He put his pants on grabbed his shirt and ran out of the apartment leaving me in a really bad position if you know what I mean. It's not just you guys that need attention, Sam. That's three times he's gotten me to the point of no return and then couldn't deliver." She leaned back against her seat. "You know everyone keeps telling me how much Colton reminds them of you, but I bet you've never had a problem satisfying anyone. You wouldn't leave anyone hanging like that."

"No, I wouldn't, but I'm also not a virgin who is worried about disappointing someone I really care about. Plus if he's like me I'm sure he has other issues. God knows I've had my share," Sam hoped to help Colton out with his girl. He hated that they were having problems because he really like them together as a couple.

Lindsey looked at Sam wondering if she could tell him. She knew Sam had never violated her trust and she really needed someone to talk to and there really wasn't anyone she trusted more.

"I need to tell you something that Colton told me in confidence which I know is wrong but I really need someone to talk to about it and I trust you to keep his secret and not even let him know you know," Lindsey seemed to freak out even at the idea of sharing with Sam.

"Lindsey, what is it? I'm not going to say anything that would hurt either of you," Sam declared.

"I know," Lindsey admitted. "It's just I'm afraid Colton is more like you than anyone realizes."

"You mean . . ." Sam got the implication quickly. "Are you sure?"

She took a deep breath and began. "The night that Colton told me he loved me for the first time he said that he wanted to always be completely honest with me about everything. I thought it was the sweetest thing. He went on to tell me that I was the second person he had ever been in love with. Then he told me the first which was Zach."

"Zach? As in his best friend and the guy who manages his career," Sam saw how awkward that could be. "That has to be weird on multiple levels."

"It was when they were in high school, but . . ." Lindsey faltered again. ". . . sometimes I see the way he looks at Zach still and I guess . . . I don't know what I think."

"Yeah, you do," Sam responded pulling her over to him and putting his arm around her. "You wonder if he still does." She leaned over and put her head on his broad shoulder. "Do you want me to talk to him? I mean I'm done filming mid-afternoon."

"Would you? He has an audition this morning but that's it," she covered her face. "Oh no, what if I put him in a bad headspace for this audition. It's his audition for the TV pilot."

-GLEE-

"Are you going to tell me what happened? I thought the plan was for you to stay at Lindsey's last night?" Zach asked as he and Colton sat outside the audition room that was set up for him and a few others.

"I don't want to talk about it, Zach!" he whispered forcefully. "Damn, what the hell do you think happened? Things didn't work for me no matter how much I wanted them too. I couldn't concentrate. I'm not good enough for her. I'm not what she needs."

"Why would you say that? Colton, you're an amazing guy and she loves you," Zach professed.

"She may love me but last night she wanted me to fuck her as hard as she could take it. I saw it in her eyes. I wanted to do it too. I wanted to give her everything she hoped for, but when it came time, it didn't matter that she is absolutely the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. My mind went elsewhere."

Zach didn't need to be told what that meant. The blush on Colton's face told him. His best friend was honest with everyone but himself and Zach knew this. He'd never shied away from being honest about his feelings towards him. The two boys always told each other they loved one another, but Zach always knew that when Colton said it the words meant something different than when he said them.

"I can't do this," Colton sighed. "I can't do this audition. Not now. I hate myself."

Zach would not allow this. No one would bad mouth his best friend. "Stand up."

"What?" Colton looked at Zach with confusion as the blonde stood from his chair. Even though he was confused he still obeyed.

Zach stared into Colton's eyes and smiled. He wrapped him up in his arms and held him tight without saying anything. Eventually he felt Colton return the hug. "No one talks about my best friend like that not even you, got it? I love you. You're family and I'm here for you no matter what. Right now, I'm here to tell you that you are the most talented and incredible guy I've ever known, and when you walk into that room not only are they going to be blown away by your drop dead gorgeous looks and smoldering eyes that have already helped make one hit show, when you open your mouth and sing for them they'll wonder why they hadn't already given you the part."

"Zach . . ."

"No one believes in you more than I do, Colton. That's never going to change. This is the part that you've been looking for. We both know that. It will give you the opportunity to show off all of your talents," Zach continued his pep talk. "So go in there and prove to those guys how incredible you are and then you and I will figure out a way to fix your other problem too, okay?"

"Okay," Colton smiled pulling away from the hug. He headed towards the audition room but then turned around. "Thanks, Zach."

"Knock 'em dead!" Zach winked making Colton smile and feel warm inside. He loved how much Zach believed in him and he would kill this audition for him.

Walking in the room, he briefly spoke to the pianist before moving to the center of the room.

"Wonderful to see all of you again, especially you, Mr. Murphy. My name is Colton Haines and I'll be singing Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran," Colton announced before turning to nod for the pianist to begin.

(Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran – cover by Max Schneider)

(Performed by Colton Haines)

COLTON: Give me love like her. 'Cause lately I've been waking up alone. Paint spotted tear drops on my shirt. Told you I'd let them go.

Mr. Murphy smiled at the sound of Colton's voice. He wrote down, "His voice is much different from the other boys. I like it. Plus the girls and boys would love him." He handed it to his assistant who agreed.

COLTON: And I will fight my corner, maybe tonight I'll call ya, after my blood turns into alcohol. No I just wanna hold ya,

The power Colton truly possessed in his vocal chords rang out impressing everyone in the room. The intensity in his eyes surprised them.

COLTON: Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out. We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around, all I want is the taste that you lips allow. My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my give me love.

As Colton continued, he felt his eyes begin to water and suddenly the thoughts in his mind changed.

COLTON: Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more. And it's been a while but I still feel the same.

As much as he wanted to be singing about Lindsey, the thoughts of her were replaced with thoughts of Zach.

COLTON: Maybe I should let you go. You know I'll fight my corner, and that tonight I'll call ya, after my blood, is drowning in alcohol, no I just wanna hold ya.

Holding out his arms, he just gave himself over to the song and the show personnel could see that he put his entire heart into the performance.

COLTON: Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out. We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around, all I want is the taste that you lips allow. My my, my my, oh give me love. Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out. We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around. All I want is the taste that your lips allow. My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my oh give me love, My my, my my give me love.

He looked over to the panel behind the table knowing that he couldn't have sung it any better.

Five minutes later, Zach turned at the sound of the door opening to see Colton exit with a huge smile on his face. Zach returned it. He put his arm around Colton's neck playfully punching him in the chest. "I knew you were going to nail it. Do you feel good about it?"

"It was the best audition I've had. Mr. Murphy said he could easily see me amongst the cast members already in the pilot. I think that's good news, right?" Colton hoped he wasn't being too optimistic.

"Well let me get back to the office and find out," Zach smiled pressing the elevator button for them to leave. "You want to come back with me and I'll do anything I can to help you out with the other problem?"

The boys got on the elevator and the doors closed.

"You know you can't help me with that, right?" Colton went back into his shy mode. "It's not that I don't want your help it's just that I can't talk about . . . it . . . with you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He basically admitted to having thoughts of Zach because he knew his best friend would already know that.

"Promise me you'll talk to someone then, please. I don't want you to hold this all in and I know that's what you will do," Zach pleaded.

They exited the elevator. "I promise," Colton agreed. "So I'm going to head back to the apartment, maybe try to call Lindsey and then go to the gym. I'll see you tonight?"

"Definitely," Zach hugged him again. "I'm proud of you, brother!"

"Thanks," Colton said blushing once again.

Colton headed towards the subway terminal when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Sam.

Sam: Haven't seen you since the tour. I get done filming at 3 today. Want to go get a late lunch and catch up?

Colton smiled knowing that Sam was exactly what the doctor ordered.

Colton: Sounds great! I actually need someone to talk to about something. Meet me at Gracie's on 36th. I'm buying.

-GLEE-

Stevie walked down the hallway heading to lunch when Nick pulled him into the side hallway by the auditorium. He was confused as to what Nick was doing. He pulled him into the costume shop and he pulled Stevie passed the old couch and they moved around to the actual costume storage room.

"Okay, I'm tired of you icing me out. I've called you every day for a freaking week and you have not responded. Are you okay?" Nick's face showed how worried he was for Stevie.

"What are you talking about?" Stevie tried to cover for himself. "I'm fine."

"Fine doesn't stay home from school for three days. And last time I checked having your first sexual experience with one of your best friends while drunk usually messes with your head," Nick laid it out there that he knew.

"He told you?" Stevie yelled not believing that Michael would do that to him.

"Shhh! It defeats the purpose of bringing you in here so we can talk without anyone hearing," Nick warned him. "Mikey told me because you have completely ignored him and he's worried that you hate him now and asked me to talk to you and see if you were okay. He feels awkward living at your house now and frankly if I don't fix this between you two I'm worried he might run away."

"I don't' hate him. I don't know what to think. My head is so messed up," Stevie seemed to give up and just sat down on the floor.

"That's okay," Nick sat down in front of Stevie. "That's what I'm here for. I've been where you are. I thought I immediately had to decide things about myself, but I had some great people come along and tell me that there was no choice to make."

"But what does it mean about me?" Stevie questioned.

"Let me ask you a couple of questions. Do you feel any different about Mikey?" Nick asked.

"No, I mean I've asked myself if I feel anything for him but being his friend is it. Is that bad? I haven't talked to him because I don't want to hurt his feelings saying that," Stevie confessed.

"No he won't be mad. He is worried that you hate him," Nick mentioned.

"Of course not. He didn't do anything that I didn't ask him to do," Stevie stated then realized what he'd said.

"He didn't tell me that," Nick chimed in. "You asked him to suck you?"

"I was backed up. I thought I was going to get some from Bree but then they took me home. I wanted to know what it felt like. At that point I didn't care who it was from."

"So you had a typical guy move. There's nothing wrong with that," Nick giggled. "And Mikey didn't mind doing it. He actually liked it a lot. He'd probably do it again."

"Really?" Stevie seemed surprised.

Nick wondered what that reaction meant. "Do you want him to do it again? Or do you just want it to happen again."

"It did feel great," Stevie let a smile slip from his mouth. "Is it bad that I just want someone doing that to me all the time?"

"No," Nick didn't realize it but he was rubbing his own crotch. "I think about it all the time. It's been way to long since I've been with Sebastian but I'm not cheating on him."

"So what do you do?" Stevie inquired.

Nick couldn't help but turn to look at the couch. "Let's just say that piece of furniture has seen my dick more than Seb has lately."

"I don't know how you do it. I just got a blow job and now I want it all the time. You've had sex . . . you've had a lot of sex . . . and now you just don't have it. How do you do it?" Stevie wondered.

"I'm hard all the time," Nick laughed but Stevie knew he was serious.

"So am I. I haven't masturbated since I woke up with Mikey in my bed," Stevie agreed with him.

"So you finally figured that out, huh?" Nick realized.

"Sam taught me how to do it. I never knew how fun it could be," Stevie looked at Nick and blushed. "I didn't think it would be fun to do it with someone else but it was."

"You two jacked off together?" Nick got the image in his head and he could feel the fluid leak out of his penis from being turned on. He was so hard it ached.

"Yeah," Stevie confessed. "I need to do it again now too."

"We could if you want too. It wouldn't be cheating if my lips don't touch you," Nick realized in that moment how much he wanted this to happen.

Stevie looked into Nick's eyes and instead of speaking he sat up on his knees and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Nick followed suit. They both watched as the other undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. For both of them, it was like watching themselves in the mirror undressing. They both pulled out their penises and began to stroke them. Both briefly looked down to see the inflating member of their friend. It was an erotic moment for both of them. They began to move their hands faster and both boys felt the pangs of orgasm begin to build. Stevie wasn't sure why he did it but he used his free hand to tweak Nick's nipple. He was so amped up at that point that the little physical interaction caused Nick to orgasm. His liquid landed on the floor and some shot across landing on Stevie's abs. Watching Nick cum caused Stevie to do the same. The first shot hit Nick in the chest and began to slide down the mounds of his abs.

"Sorry about getting it on you," Stevie laughed because he thought it was funny.

Nick looked down and traced the midline of his abs with his fingers scooping up the cum that sat there. He brought them to his lips and tasted Stevie's juice.

"No problem. I liked it. I liked it a lot," Nick winked.

-GLEE-

Sam and Colton walked out of the restaurant after having lunch. There were about a dozen paparazzi photographers waiting on them but once they got pictures of the two of them together they left them alone and then continued walking towards Sam's apartment. At lunch Colton found himself being open and honest with Sam about everything. He didn't know why but he immediately trusted Sam to keep his secrets. He told him how he felt about Lindsey and even his feelings about Zach. They shared their insecurities with each other and really bonded over understanding how the other felt about things going on in their lives.

"Colton, you know how close Lindsey and I are. It's my natural reaction to protect her, but I know you'd never do anything to hurt her. I'm glad I know that now. I'm glad you told me your story so that I know where you're coming from," Sam smiled and looked at Colton through his sunglasses. "Lindsey said you and I were a lot alike."

"Yeah, I guess so," Colton returned the smile as they crossed the intersection. "It goes both ways, you know? I care about Lindsey and because she loves you so much I care about you too. Sam, outside of Zach you're one of the only guy friends I have that hasn't been a co-star."

"Yet. I haven't been a co-star yet," Sam corrected him. "And you keep saying that about friends but you are just going to have to be ready for that to change. Lindsey and I come with a whole crew. You've got a whole hell of a lot of friends now."

Sam's phone rang. He looked down to see his Dad's picture appear. "Give me just a second," he said to Colton before accepting the call. "Hey Dad, what's up?"

"I was hoping I could ask for a favor. Your Mom is having a baby shower with all her friends tonight and I've been ordered out of the apartment. Can I go watch Thursday Night Football at your house?"

"Dad, you don't even have to ask. That's why I gave you a key. There's no food there or anything. You'll have to go by the store but you can hang out there anytime you want," Sam insisted. "How is Mom doing?"

"She's getting tired more often. The doctor said the baby may come early, but her health is still doing great," Will informed him.

"Good. You'll let me know if I need to come home or anything, right?" Sam requested.

"Of course, I will. Sam, don't worry. Your Mom will be fine," Will assured him. "Thanks for letting me use your place. You have a way better TV than I do anyway."

"Just go over there anytime you want too, Dad. It's your place whenever Blaine or I aren't in town," Sam insisted.

Sam hung up with his father and returned to his conversation with Colton.

"So you know all of my secrets. Tell me how you are. I know you and Blaine breaking up hasn't been all perfume and roses like you let on," Colton spoke first.

"No it sucks," Sam confessed. "But I think it was needed. I have things I need to learn about myself that I can't do as a couple. I want to be with him, Colton, there's no doubt in me about that, but I think I have to learn things about myself first."

They walked up the steps of the apartment complex and inside.

"Have you talked to him? You know, since Adam's death and all?" Colton hoped he would open up to him.

"Yesterday we talked and then I called someone to help him. I know I can't help him right now, but I can make sure that someone else he trusts does," Sam admitted.

"You really are the protector, aren't you?" Colton recounted.

"There are worse things to be called," Sam states as they arrived on his floor. "Why don't you knock and see if Lindsey is at home. If you tell her everything you just told me. You'll be fine."

Colton agreed and knocked. The door opened and a shirtless Mike stood there.

"Hey, what's up guys?" he asked.

"Is Lindsey here?" Colton asked.

"No, she left about an hour ago to go shopping with Tina and Mercedes. The girls are going to see Mercedes perform tonight and then meeting Claire, Sunshine, and Rachel after for a girls' night. I doubt they come back at all," Mike explained.

"Well come over to my place then, Colton. You can hang out with Sebastian and me," Sam insisted. "You should come over too, Mike. We'll have a guy's night. I don't go to set tomorrow. We can make it a long night."

"Sounds good," Mike said looking down at his half-naked body. "Let me find a shirt first."

"I don't know. I should probably get home and work on some of my other auditions in case this one doesn't work out for me," Colton declared.

"You're staying. There's an extra room that we'll probably end up renting out anyway, and you can stay there whenever you want . . . like tonight," Sam demanded. "Besides, I have an idea of how we can make sure that you don't have to worry about those other auditions."

"What's that?" Colton wondered.

"Murphy made me one of the two lead males of the pilot. If he sees you and I singing together and how great it sounds it might give him that last nudge to add you to the cast. In fact . . ." Mike and Colton both saw Sam's face turn into that look he got when an idea took over his thought process. "I've got a better idea."

Sam opened the door to his apartment to find Sebastian standing in the kitchen. "Get the video camera. We're going to make a video."

"Well I appreciate the offer, Sammy, but I can't cheat on Nicky," Sebastian winked.

"Not that kind of video," Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. "It's time to update the old YouTube page and send the link to Mr. Murphy so I can get you and Colton in the cast with me."

Sam's phone rang again. This time it was Michael.

"Hey, man, what's going on?"

"Not much, Mrs. Evans just wants me to go get my winter clothes from my old house and I wanted to make sure it was cool before I just let myself in since you own it now," Michael asked.

"No big deal. Dad's actually going over there tonight to watch football. So you won't even need the key," Sam mentioned.

"Sweet. Thanks Sam. I'll let you get back to things."

Michael hung up and Sam turned to the sound of the door sliding shut and Colton and Mike inside the apartment. "Let's figure out what we're going to sing in this little video."

-GLEE-

"So why are we here?" Brody asked Nathan as he looked up at the sign for Callbacks.

"I told Lucy about this place and she booked it for a mini-concert tonight to show some of the tracks from her new country album to an audience. I really want to introduce you to her," Nathan insisted as he opened the door. The two boys immediately heard music playing and the tones of a sultry country female voice dance through the air.

(Famous by Jess Moskaluke)

(Performed by Lucy Hales)

Brody already knew what Lucy looked like. He and Rachel had watched Liars together every week for the last two years together, but he immediately realized that she was even more beautiful in person. Flowing brown hair which was naturally curly, flawless skin, cut-off jean shorts and cowboy boots with a Native American inspired top gave her a look Brody would never forget. He could see why Nathan would fall in love with her except for one thing. He knew Nathan had never dated a girl before her.

Her eyes darted towards the door and she grinned at him, and Brody saw love in her eyes.

LUCY: I've never met a boy that's half as good as you. So good at being good and doing what you do. You gave me so much more than flowers and perfume. I wanna give it back to you.

She turned to her band and sang with them.

LUCY: I'm gonna make you famous and put your name in lights. Ain't no need to thank me, I'm just playing nice so baby feel the heat cause every eye can see all the nasty things you've done. I'm gonna write your wrongs all over this song. I'm gonna make you famous.

Lucy pulled the microphone from its stand and walked over to the boys. She kissed Nathan on the cheek and then turned her attention to Brody, taking his hand and leading him to a seat in front of the stage.

LUCY: You played your role with me oh so very well. You'd been kissing her but I could never tell. It's time to share the show with everybody else. I've made sure the house is sold out.

She returned to stage and Nathan stood behind Brody with his hands on Brody's shoulders.

LUCY: I'm gonna make you famous and put your name in lights. Ain't no need to thank me, I'm just playing nice so baby feel the heat cause every eye can see all the nasty things you've done. I'm gonna write your wrongs all over this song. I'm gonna make you famous. I'm gonna make you famous. I'm gonna make you famous. This baby's gonna tarnish your name.

Lucy and the band finished the song and she picked up her bottle of water next to the drum set.

"Thanks guys, why don't you take five," she smiled at them and took a sip of her water. She walked down and Nathan moved over to her, hugged her and kissed her in front of Brody.

She turned to Brody and held out her hand. "You must be Brody. I understand you and I are going to be cast mates."

"That's what I hear. I'll be playing one of your professors," Brody explained.

"Let's hope we aren't love interests then. I'm so over that storyline," she grinned.

"I bet you are," Brody laughed. He turned to Nathan. "I like her. If you brought me here to get my approval you've got it."

"It was Lucy's idea actually," Nathan admitted.

"Really?" Brody turned back to her.

"Nathan has talked about you since we got together. I told him if we ever moved to New York he had to introduce me to you. Anyone that important to my man is someone I want to know too."

"Well it's great to meet you," Brody smiled.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to listen to some more of my songs and give me your opinion?" Lucy requested.

Brody looked at Nathan and saw how he looked at Lucy. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Nathan really did love her. If she make his best friend happy than she was someone he wanted to know too. "I thought you'd never ask."

-GLEE-

Will Schuester stretched out on the couch in Sam and Blaine's house, watching the Bengals game on the 110-inch flat screen that dominated one whole wall in the living room. He was tired; he hadn't told Sam when he called because he knew he'd drop everything and come home, but the night before Emma had experienced Braxton-Hicks contractions that had sent them running to the hospital and they'd spent hours in the emergency room to find out it was a false alarm.

He sipped his beer, a little voice in the back of his mind reminding him of the pledge he once made with the Glee kids to not drink during competition season. As he felt the refreshing coolness make its way down his throat it was easy to ignore that voice.

Emma's friends were throwing her a baby shower and he was quickly informed he needed to find somewhere to go for the evening. Not that he wouldn't willingly have left as the guest list included both Sue Sylvester and Roz Washington. Shannon Bieste would end up refereeing he was sure and Carole Hummel and Mary Evans would provide a dose of sanity.

Life in the Schuester home was getting a bit stressful. Emma was due in a month. Her OCD was reasserting itself and she'd spend hours organizing and reorganizing the nursery, and she'd taken to sleeping behind a fortress of pillows to keep her from rolling onto her stomach and squashing the baby. The whole situation was a little too familiar for Will and he didn't want to be reminded of Terri's fake pregnancy. Most nights he slept on the couch, pleading insomnia.

His little encounter with Brody Weston was weighing heavily on his mind. By his standards, he'd done nothing wrong. Brody had been vulnerable and had looked to him for some comfort, resulting in a meaningless indiscretion. But if that were really the case, why did the young man enter his thoughts at the most inopportune moments. Every time he managed to fall asleep he would have another sex dream about the boy and each one was getting more explicit. At work, he'd taken to sitting at his desk when teaching or standing behind the piano during Glee to avoid showing his students his trouser tents.

Dealing with Michael the day before and confronting him about his relationship with Cooper didn't help things. The thought of Michael with Cooper would then turn to Will and Brody, or when he was really horny, all four of them together, Cooper and his three men.

All these thoughts distracted him and he couldn't focus on the game. What caught his attention were the shots of cheerleaders shaking their barely-covered asses. At the sight of those gyrating hips and bouncing bosoms, Will felt his cock harden. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out over the waistband of his boxers. When he closed his eyes, instead of young girls, his mind's eye gave him Brody sitting on his lap stark naked.

Will's hands roamed the younger man's cut body . . . running over the swell of his delts and biceps . . . kneading his taut chest . . . rubbing the hard nubs of his tiny nipples . . . all the while keeping close watch on the leaking shaft that was twitching so very close to his own.

"Let me take care of that for you," Brody offered as before. Will knew he was dreaming again, but it didn't change the fact that he felt Brody reach out with his hand and grip the aching cock between his legs and stroke it slowly. Will's moans jacked up in volume when he felt a velvet smooth cockhead rubbing up against his own. Brody held their dicks together and teasingly slid his hand over the double handful.

"You're so hot, Will," Brody whispered in his ear before gently sucking the lobe as his lips made their way down his neck to his collarbone. "I just want to feel your naked sweaty body pressed up against mine. You can do whatever you want to me and I'll be your willing bitch."

Will groaned at the idea and started fucking Brody's fist. "That's it," Brody said with a dirty smile. "You're so big and hard in my hand I think you're going to blow your first load right now." With his free hand, he sampled the fluid dripping from Will's swollen cock. He closed his eyes while savoring the taste, "Hmmm, you taste even better than I remember. Right after you pop I'm gonna lick up every last drop 'cause your sweet spunk is just too good to waste."

All during this Will felt the friction of his dick rubbing against Brody's and the young man's strong hands pumping them in earnest. He leaned in and captured Brody's mouth in a savage kiss, the kind he could never give Emma, tongue thrusting deep between the boy's parted lips. When they parted, Brody asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm getting close," Will grunted, closing his eyes.

"Good. I want you to cum all over me, Daddy . . ."

At the word "daddy" Will's eyes opened to find Michael now sitting in Brody's place.

The boy was smiling slyly. Leaner in build, he was just as beautiful naked and still pumping their cocks together. Will was starting to feel that familiar pressure building and he didn't care at this point who was jerking him because all he wanted to do was paint the boy's smooth body with his hot juice.

"I'm ready, Daddy." Michael told him, a little breathless. He was jerking them faster and starting to feel it himself. "Mark me as yours."

With that Will pulled his throbbing cock out of Michael's hand and stood over the boy who submissively leaned back. Will flogged himself hard, his breath rough and loud, hips bucking in sync with his strokes. Every muscle in his body tensed up and he was filled with an instant white-hot wave of unbearable pleasure.

He screamed as his cock jerked in his hand and shot a massive squirt of cum that splattered Michael's chest. More followed until the boy's torso was stippled with jizz. Will kept working his shaft, milking it for every last drop. A dribble filled Michael's navel and the last drizzled onto the boy's own twitching shaft . . .

Will woke up with a gasp. He didn't understand how but he was still shuddering from his dream climax. Until he looked down and saw that part of it hadn't been a dream. The front of his chinos was stained and he felt something warm running down his inner thigh. He couldn't believe it; he hadn't had a wet dream since high school.

He was just getting his breathing under control when from behind him someone said, "Mr. Schue, are you okay?"

Will jumped at the sound of Michael's voice. He pulled a bowl of chips from the table into his lap to hide the mess there. "Michael!" he almost shouted. "What the . . . what are you doing here?"

"Sam and Blaine let me store some of my stuff in the cellar. Mrs. Mary wants me to bring my winter clothes to her house since it's starting to get colder." He held up a key. "They gave me a key before they went back to New York."

"Oh."

Michael took a step closer. "Are you sure you're okay? You were making noises in your sleep."

"I'm fine," Will blurted out. "I was having a bad dream, I guess." He couldn't look the boy in the eye. In his mind this was even worse than Brody. He'd had a sex dream about a seventeen-year-old student. This was a boy who was just in a relationship with his former lover.

"Okay, well I've got one more box to get and then I'll be going unless you want some company?" Michael offered.

"No," Will's answer was brusque. "I'm fine, thank you. I'd just like to be alone."

"Okay, Michael smiled and walked into the kitchen. He looked back and saw Will sitting there, dazed and glancing down at his crotch. His smile twisted.

Michael went to the sink and washed Will's sticky residue from his hands with dish soap. He was pleased with the way the older man had responded to his whispering sex talk in his ear while at the same time squirming and moaning in his sleep while he'd gently massaged that huge hard bulge in his pants.

Cooper's career was more important? Fine. Let him pretend to be the perfect image of a straight man with Quinn Fabray. He couldn't wait until that hot mess imploded all over the tabloids. In the meantime, he'd see if poor deprived Will Schuester would be interested in being his daddy.

-GLEE-

At the Five Star Offices, Emma sat in a meeting with Zach and Justin. Ian was on set with Cooper and Lindsey deserved a night off. The boys watched as she spoke on the phone.

"That sounds great. I'll watch it now and then send the link to Mr. Murphy. Thanks, Sam." She hung up the phone and turned to the two agents. "It appears Sam has made another video for YouTube with Sebastian, Colton, and Mike. He just posted it and wants us to watch it. That would be all of our clients. It could help the other three boys become part of Fame."

She typed on her computer and used the remote on her desk to turn on the large screen television on the wall. "Let's see what they have."

When the video began, Sam sat behind the piano playing with Sebastian, Colton, and Mike sitting in that order on bar stools next to him. All three agents immediately recognized the Michael Jackson classic.

(Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson – cover by Anthem Lights)

(Performed by Mike Chang, Sam Evans, Colton Haines, and Sebastian Smythe)

SAM: I'm gonna make a change for once in my life. Gonna feel real good gonna make a difference gonna make it right . . .

COLTON: As I, turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat this wind is blowin' my mind. I see the kids in the street without enough to eat. Who am I to be blind pretending not to see their needs?

The camera switched to a close up of Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN: A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top, and a one man's soul. They follow each other on the wind ya' know 'cause they got nowhere to go that's why I want you to know.

It faded back into a close up of Sam.

SAM: I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer. If you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change.

The camera panned across the gorgeous faces of all four boys as Sebastian sang the segue way before turning to Mike.

MIKE: I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love. It's time that I realize.

The camera switched to Colton.

COLTON: Oh there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me pretending that they're not alone?

Then it moved over to a two-shot of Sebastian and Sam.

SEBASTIAN: A widow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart and a washed-out dream. They follow the pattern of the wind, ya'see cause they got no place to be.

SAMBASTIAN: That's why I'm starting with me.

The camera pulled out to a a shot of all four boys.

ALL: I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer. If you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change.

Sam took the lead and the other three backed him up.

Sam and Boys: I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer.

SAM: If you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change.

Sam/Seb: You got to get it right.

Sam/Seb/Mike: While you got the time

ALL: 'Cause if you close your heart then you close your . . . your mind.

Ella began sending the link to Mr. Murphy immediately. She knew this was perfect for what he wanted. The camera continued to switch to close-ups of each boy as they sang.

COLTON: I'm Gonna make a change.

SEBASTIAN: Gonna feel real good yeah.

MIKE: For Once in My Life.

SAM: Gonna make that change.

ALL: Make that change. Make that change. Make that Change. Make That Change. Make That Change.

"This will work. Let's call it a night and meet again in the morning and work on getting both of your clients into this pilot," Ella instructed.

"That sounds like a plan to me," Justin agreed. "I'll see you both tomorrow. Zach, you leaving now? I'll walk out with you."

"I need to talk to Ella about one more thing before I go. I'll see you in the morning," Zach declared as they said their goodbyes leaving him in the room with Ella.

"So what's up?" she asked.

"I wanted to talk to you about having Justin pick up with Lindsey's training instead of me," Zach sighed.

"Why what's wrong?" Ella saw the concern in his face.

"She's Colton's girlfriend. I think it is causing a conflict of interest in me," he spoke honestly.

"How is that a conflict?" Ella didn't understand at first until she stared into his eyes. Her intuition figured it out. "How long have you liked her?"

"Since the moment I saw her walk through the door. Ella, it's getting to the point that I can't keep hiding my feelings and as much as I really like her, Colton is my family and I can't mess that up," Zach pleaded with her. "Please, Ella, Justin will be a great mentor for her much better than I could be and then I won't continually be tempted to do something that would hurt my best friend."

Ella felt the pain coming from the young man in front of her. She thought of a plan. "I was going to ask Justin to take on a new client, but if he does this for you I'll need you to be the agent for Tina. We're working on getting her out there and possibly in the pilot. Are you willing to do that?"

"Of course, I'd love to work with Tina. Thank you so much Ella, you are literally a lifesaver," Zach hugged her before leaving the office.

-GLEE-

"You know where to go. Move that tight ass of yours."

Artie looked up from playing Mortal Combat 3 when he heard Tyler's voice. He was sitting up in bed, playing the game on his iPad after finishing his Facetime session with Sugar. He heard the sound of footsteps approach and pass his closed bedroom door and then the door to Tyler and Brody's room open. He glanced at the clock; it was 11pm.

Through the thin wall he heard Tyler command, "Get naked, bitch!"

"Yes, sir," a male voice Artie didn't recognize responded.

Artie put down the tablet and sat there listening as Tyler shut his door. Tyler had agreed along with the rest of them on the ground rules: "guests" would be "entertained" in the apartment only if no one else was home at the time. But then Tyler hadn't been acting like himself recently. Artie had tried to get him to open up but he refused to talk about anything serious.

When Artie heard the thumps of what were probably shoes hitting the floor, there was a rustle from the other side of the room where Joe was asleep in bed. He hoped things would be over and Tyler's guest would leave without waking his roommate. Though the hot-blooded athlete and the granola Christian made the oddest pair, the two had been best friends since senior year. But recently there'd been a palpable tension between them. In fact, Artie thought, he hadn't seen them hang out once since they'd moved in . . .

There was a thud from the other side of the wall and Artie heard Tyler say, "It's your lucky night, Billy boy, I'm feeling generous. Spread your legs wide because I'm gonna give you the best head you've ever had. And don't you cum until I fucking tell you to, you understand?"

"I won't, sir," came the reply right before there was a sharp intake of breath followed by some vigorous moaning.

"Are you kidding me?" Artie heard Joe mutter. He looked over and saw Joe's head peeking up from under the covers.

"Sorry, brother," Artie chuckled. "Afraid we got front-rows for the late-night dirty."

Joe huffed lying back down as he pulled his pillow tight over his head.

Tyler's friend kept up the moaning and whimpering for a while and Artie started feeling jealous that the guy was getting one hell of a blowjob. Then he heard Tyler bark, "Cum, bitch!" and the guy groaned so deeply Artie felt his own cock twitch in response. He swore he could hear Tyler slurp before he said, Mmmmm, that is some sweet juice you got there, Billy boy. I gotta start drinking from that hose more often."

"That's it!" Joe threw off the covers, jumped out of bed and pulled on some random clothes. "Do me a favor. Text me when they're done," he grumbled at Artie before storming out of the room.

After hearing the front door open and close, Artie shook his head and wondered what was eating Joe; usually when he was confronted with the evidence of Tyler's sexual exploits he got embarrassed, not offended. And he'd never seen him do a Rachel berry-style storm off . . .

His concentration was broken when he heard the sound of a slap from Tyler's room. "Come on, bitch! My turn. Roll over and show me that tight ass of yours!"

"Yes sir," the guy said in a wrecked voice.

"I said bend over. Hands behind your back!" Tyler ordered right before the guy let out a loud yelp. "That's it. That's what you want. You love it when I stick my big fat cock in your whore ass, don't you?"

The moaning stopped long enough for "Billy boy" to croak, "Yes."

Tyler was grunting now, like he was exerting himself. "That why I like you, Billy boy. You moan like a fucking bitch in heat. I feel like I'm fucking a girl's pussy right now. You're so fucking convincing I wanna put a pair of panties on you."

Artie agreed. He felt his cock swelling and he rubbed the front of his pajama pants before pulling it out of his briefs. Two guys or not, this was just plain fucking hot and he started to stroke himself in the same rhythm as the man's shrill moans. He thought Sugar was noisy; she was nothing compared to this guy.

"That's it, whore, ride it like you mean it," Tyler panted and Artie was breathing heavy himself as he picked up the pace. In his mind, he was Tyler and Billy boy was Sugar riding his throbbing dick and making those wild noises coming from the other side of the wall. He stopped only long enough to spit into his hand and hummed at how good the extra lubrication felt. Real good in fact. He tugged it even harder as Tyler was groaning and swearing about getting close. And so was Artie because listening to them was better than any porn.

When Tyler let out a guttural moan, Artie unsuccessfully smothered one too as he also climaxed. His hips bucked and he spilled into his hand. He kept pumping and his shaft was immediately slick with hot seed. He hadn't gotten off like this in weeks and the aftershocks of his orgasm had him shuddering.

He was still in a daze when he heard a knock at the door. Before he could say anything, it opened and Tyler stuck his head in. "Hey."

"Hey," Artie replied blinking in the bright light while trying to not look like he'd just beat off.

Tyler smirked. "Sorry about the noise, dog, but this guy is a little bitch when you get him going."

"Word up. Dayum, boy, what you doin' to that dude to make him sound out like that?" Artie shifted a little as he felt a cool wetness creeping down his thigh.

"You wanna find out?" Tyler asked with a glint in his eye, he opened the door fully and Artie wasn't entirely sure he was kidding. Backlit by the hall light, Artie saw he was completely naked and already hard again.

"I am tempted just so you could teach me how to make Sugar make that noise, but sorry, brother, I'm all about the hunnies," Artie replied.

Tyler's eyes shifted to Joe's empty bed. "Where's Teen Jesus? I thought the Christian Science reading room closed at nine o'clock."

"He was here, he left when you, um . . ." Artie paused. "When you finished off your friend."

Tyler smirked looking pleased with himself. "Must've gotten too hot for him in here. Probably off somewhere praying for my sins." He snorted. "That could take a while." He looked at Joe's bed again before turning and giving Artie a view of his bare ass. "Last chance, dog, you in?"

"Only if you wanna deal with Little Miss Sugar after," Artie kidded.

"I don't think so. I'll try and keep it down," Tyler promised before shutting the door.

Artie reached for a box of tissues. As he cleaned himself up, he wondered why Tyler was so happy that he'd driven Joe out of the apartment. It was almost like that was the whole point of tonight. It didn't make any sense but if he didn't know any better, he swore this was like some high school scheme you'd use to make someone jealous.

-GLEE-

Blaine walked back into Cooper's home locking the door behind him as he talked to his brother on the phone.

"So Quinn and I are just going to stay out in Jersey since we finished so late tonight and we have to be back on set in like five hours," Cooper explained.

"Well it will be weird being here alone but I understand," Blaine didn't like the idea of staying in the house by himself.

"Well, you won't be actually. A little birdie told me that some old friends of yours are coming to stay with you for the weekend. You're welcome to use the house as you want. Have a great time!" Cooper insisted.

The doorbell rang.

"Sounds like you have company. Talk to you soon little brother," Cooper said before hanging up.

Blaine walked over to the door and looked through the blinds to see who it was. When he saw them his smile flashed across his face immediately. He opened the door wide to find Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling standing there.

"Never fear, the Calvary is here!" Duval cheered with a huge smile on his face.

"Hope you are ready to have a freaking blast this weekend," Jeff added as they walked into the house.

"How? Who? What are you guys doing here?" Blaine was so excited to see them that he couldn't place his words. "I can't believe you're here. This is awesome."

"Get ready for a weekend like freshman and sophomore years and Dalton. We are going to go crazy all weekend," Jeff grinned. "I brought supplies."

"Guys," Blaine blushed not sure what he should say.

"None of that. We got a call that you needed to be reminded of the real Blaine Anderson. Who better than us to remind you of that awesome guy?"

Jeff headed in to the hallway. "Where we sleeping?"

"There's a bedroom 2nd floor, 3rd door on the right, but you'll have to share with each other or one of you share with me," Blaine explained.

"Oh don't worry, we don't mind bed hopping," Jeff winked which made Blaine blush even more.

"He's just kidding. He wants you to have fun. So do I," Nick Duval mentioned. "We should have stayed in touch better."

"You're here now," Blaine smiled.

"And I'm sure you know who is responsible for that," Duval raised an eyebrow.

"Did he really call you?" Blaine instantly knew who they were talking about.

"Do you really have to ask that?" Duval questioned as he headed up the stairs with Jeff. Blaine started to follow but he just couldn't stop himself from pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

"Hey," Sam's voice spoke softly into the phone. Blaine was fairly certain he'd already fallen asleep.

"Thank you. You know what you did."

"No need to thank me. I just didn't want you to sit there alone," Sam admitted.

"It's exactly what I needed. Thanks Sammy," Blaine blushed.

"Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Sam corrected himself. "Or actually do anything. You should have fun and rediscover whatever it is you need."

"Thanks Sam."

"You're welcome."

-GLEE-

Zach Austin sat working on his phone as he was chauffeured through the city streets in the Five Star sedan. After sending his last e-mail, he sank back in the seat and closed his eyes. God, he was tired. Ella had said the rewards of the Fame reboot would be astronomical. He hoped so because he'd never worked so hard in his life. He didn't even notice the car slowing to a stop as it approached the building. The driver had to prompt him.

The apartment he shared with Colton was dark. He flipped on some lights, dropped his messenger bag by the door, kicked off his shoes and made right for the bedroom. He stripped as he went, leaving a trail of clothes which ended with his briefs on the threshold of the bathroom door.

Zach reached inside the shower and turned it on. Waiting for the water to heat up, he rubbed the back of his neck with both hands. He gave himself a good stretch, arms gripped high above his head as he arched his body. In the mirror he saw the well-defined muscles of his reflection's chest and stomach flex and bunch with his motions.

He stepped into the stall enjoying the sensation of the hot water streaming down his sculpted body. The shower spray hitting his back felt incredible and he finally started to relax. He rubbed his hands down his torso enjoying the feel of solid muscle under smooth skin.

As he soaped up, he thought about the best technique he knew for tension release. His hand slid down his chiseled abs until he was stroking his half-hard cock with the slick soap bar. He put one leg up on the built-in seat and fondled his smooth, low-hanging balls with one hand without missing one stroke with his other.

He dropped the soap and took a firmer grip of his shaft, teasing himself with long slow strokes that had him breathing hard when his fingers slid over the slick tip. He closed his eyes.

By the time he was close, he was sitting on the tiled seat two-handedly flogging his aching dick and muttering his usual cum alert: "Oh . . . I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum . . ."

Just a few minutes earlier, at the same time that Zach entered the shower, Colton entered the apartment. He decided to come home instead of staying at Sam and Sebastian's. He smiled fondly when he saw the trail of discarded clothes leading into Zach's bedroom. For as long as he could remember this was a sign that Zach had had a rough day. After dropping his things on the kitchen bar, he followed the trail. The shower was running in the bathroom and Colton heard Zach talking.

He had already entered the steamy bathroom when he realized what Zach was saying but it was too late to stop. Behind the glass door, Zach sat on the built-in seat with his eyes squeezed shut jerking like his life depended on it. Colton couldn't take his eyes off him.

Zach's face contorted as he gasped, "Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck!" Colton flinched when a huge splatter of cum hit the glass door hard followed by another just as explosive. If not for the glass, Colton reckoned he'd have been hit by Zach's juices.

Eyes still shut, Zach grunted as he milked his cock dry after what had to be one of the most forceful ejaculations Colton had ever seen. His friend hummed contentedly as he rubbed his still hard dick, twitching with the residual jolts of pleasure it gave him.

Colton slipped out of the bathroom before his friend could see him. He sat at the kitchen bar until his heart rate slowed to a normal rate. He squeezed his eyes shut not wanting to admit he'd just perved on his best friend and would've joined him in the shower if he could have.

No. He wasn't going to let this happen. He and Zach were tight, like brothers. There had been a little tension over Lindsey, but that was over. He loved him like a brother – or so he told himself. Now, as when they were younger, Colton wondered if that's where it stopped on his part. Zach had made it plain that he didn't feel that way about him, and Zach was the only family he had left in the world and he couldn't lose him. History was not going to repeat itself.

He pulled out his phone and opened a picture file with only one picture. It was Zach at seventeen, bare-chested and holding his skateboard across his broad shoulders. A defined abdominal V trailed down into his low-hanging camo shorts. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him.

Can you show me? Can you make me believe? I need to know . . . I need to know . . .

With the song playing in his head, he opened another file and there was Lindsey smiling at him. Beautiful, sweet patient Lindsey who was the other most important person in his life. Apart from their current bedroom issue, things were going so well with her. Too well to risk on an impossible fantasy.

He wasn't a kid anymore. He realized there was only one thing he could do. He gripped his phone tighter, and switching to text mode, he quickly thumbed a message. Before he could change his mind, he pressed send.

To Sam: You said you guys might be looking for a roommate. If that's still the case call me. I think I need a change.