AN: I know nothing about college, so I kinda made this up. This goes back to when Sam is 19, btw.
Nobody in the Hummel-Anderson home slept the night before Sam left for college. The alarm clock went off, and the family rushed to the airport. After a twenty-minute delay, Kurt, Blaine, and Sam boarded the plane. Five hours later, they landed in LA, and drove to the UCLA campus. Blaine parked the car, and Sam and Kurt moseyed over to a large booth that read 'freshman.'
"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel and this is my daughter Samantha Hummel–Anderson. She's starting school here today, as a freshman. She's going to major in social work." Kurt said to the lady seated at the booth.
"I'm sorry. My father likes to ramble. I'm Sam. Do you have my housing information, and all that stuff?"
"Yes. Right here. You're in the East Dorms right over there. All your rooming stuff and class information is in there." The woman said, while filing his nails. She had obviously given this speech several times in the last hour. She handed Sam a filled manila folder, which Kurt immediately stole. Sam rolled her eyes, and stole it back.
"Thanks so much." Sam smiled genuinely at the woman. At this, the woman stopped filing her nails and smiled back. One remarkable thing about Samantha was her intoxicating smile. Everyone who saw it was forced to smile back.
"Daddy! Can you stop being so embarrassing?" Sam asked as soon as her and father would out of earshot.
"It's my job to embarrass you, Sam! Now, let's wait for Blaine and then we'll go get your dorm ready." As if on command, Blaine walked up and grabbed Kurt's hand.
"Did you embarrass her?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded. "Good work, honey!" Kurt and Blaine did an extraordinarily long handshake. Sam knew that they did this whenever they wanted to kiss in public, as not to offend anyone, but that did not change the embarrassment caused by the sight of your two grown fathers doing a hand shake they made in high school."
"Can we please just go to my dorm?" Kurt and Blaine shrugged, and walked off to Sam's dorm. When they opened the door, however, they were unpleasantly surprised. The room was an average dorm room, really. It had two beds, two desks, two closets, and a door, which presumably lead to a bathroom. The room itself was not a shock. The left side of the room was. It was covered in black posters from heavy metal concerts. Skull sheets and lights adorned the bed, next to where a bedside table covered in yellow caution tape sat. On the bedside table, something burning was sitting in a dish that Blaine could guess was not just a candle. A short girl with hot pink hair was sitting at the desk, typing a laptop. Her outfit looked much like something that Tina might have worn in high school, although the chains and other accessories gave it a much darker feel. Blaine and Kurt exchanged a nervous look before Sam began to introduce herself.
"Hi! I'm Sam Hummel-Anderson. I think we're dorm mates." Sam smiled. Apparently, there was one person in this world who could resist Sam's infectious smile. She was seated in that very room. The girl groaned before turning around to fully face Sam.
"I'm Iz. It's not Isabella, It's not Bella, It's not Izzy. It's just Iz. Here's the deal. We just don't talk to each other, and if I hang a black ribbon on the door, it means I'm with a guy, and you just need to go away. You'll have to find someplace to go. This is the last time I ever talk to you. Deal?" Sam looked up at her father's before responding.
"Oh well, I was hoping that we would become friends. I'm still hoping that we will, but I understand if you don't want to be my friend. As for the ribbon system, my boyfriend, Alex, also goes to school here, so maybe we could make that work both ways?"
Iz grunted a 'Fine' before turning back to her computer. Sam, Kurt, and Blaine quickly unpacked all of Sam's various items, and set up her dorm room. Soon enough, it was time for Kurt and Blaine to hop on a plane back to New York. Sam walked them out of the dorm to say goodbye.
"Bye, Dads." Sam said, with tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry, Sammy. That's my job. We'll be back here in a month for parents weekend." Blaine said, pulling Sammy into a tight hug. Kurt was about to speak up, but he was crying too hard to talk. "Sammy, I know that Alex lives in the dorm across the street, but try to study hard. Don't study to hard, though. Have fun, and call us every week if possible. I love you, princess." Sam turned to Kurt and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Sammy."
"Thanks for being the best daddies ever. I love you both so much. See you in a month!" Sam said as she let go of Kurt. Both dads were in tears at this point. They waved goodbye, and their daughter ran into her dorm building. Kurt broke down in tears.
"She's all grown up, Blaine." Kurt sobbed as he laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. Suddenly, Blaine's phone buzzed with a text from Sam.
'Dad, please take Daddy somewhere else. You're embarrassing me. Lots of love, Sam' Read the text.
Deciding not to tell Kurt about the text, Blaine began to walk away from the dorm and to his car.
"Yeah, Kurt. She's all grown up."