A/N: It's Halloween in New York City, and the gang is celebrating in style. However, there's some drama in the Blam relationship. Find out how it all goes down here. Thank you all again for reading! Please don't hesitate to leave comments and let me know what you think!


"I just need my shield, and I'm golden. We're totally going to have the best costumes at the party." Sam practiced his superhero pose in front of the floor-length mirror in their bedroom. He and Blaine planned their looks after the midnight premiere of Captain America Winter Soldier in the spring, and they were finally getting to wear them.

With his long hair slicked back in a classic style, Sam was doing his best to channel Steve Rogers. He'd splurged on his costume and felt like a certified badass. His boyfriend meanwhile was dressed as the Winter Soldier, and he looked incredibly sexy in skin-tight, black tactical gear.

Blaine straightened his hair to match Bucky's and darkened his eyes with dramatic shadows. Sam knew he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself during the party, but Santana would murder him if they disappeared again.

Who could blame a guy for wanting some private time with his beautiful boyfriend? Only Santana apparently. He smirked remembering what had happened when their friend stormed into their bedroom during the last party. Blaine had gone red with embarrassment, but he'd found the girl's reaction hysterical. Shaking his head, he refocused.

"What do you think, Blaine?" He waved his hand in front of the boy's face and got no response. "Earth to Blaine. Babe… Where is your mind right now?"

Sam gently shook his shoulder and watched in confusion as his partner jumped in surprise. Blaine had been doing that a lot lately. It probably didn't help that he tossed and turned in bed every night and clearly wasn't getting sleep. Sam knew something was wrong, but every time he tried to start a conversation the boy made an excuse and ran off.

"Sorry, Sammy. I was just thinking about what we still had to do for tonight. You look incredible. Chris Evans wishes he filled out the costume that well. I've got to run and ask Tina a question, but I'll see you in a bit." Blaine absent-mindedly kissed Sam on the cheek and made an exit.

"Well, I guess now isn't the right moment for that conversation anyway," Sam muttered. He followed Blaine out of the room and walked into utter madness. The living room was even more crowded than usual because they had out-of-town guests.

"I do not understand why you nerds are making me wear this," Kitty whined as she adjusted a sleek pencil skirt. "Why couldn't I have dressed up with the other girls? Not you, Tina. Don't even get me started."

Tina, who was sitting in the living room dressed as Black Widow in a body suit and a dark red wig, merely stuck up her middle finger. She'd learned long ago that it wasn't worth engaging with Kitty when she was in a mood. However, some people had not gotten the memo.

"Have you ever heard of a group costume, Kitty Cat," Puck purred as he walked out of the bathroom. He picked up his hammer from where he'd set it and gave it a massive practice swing. Sam already knew he'd have to take it away later or else something would be broken.

"Everyone who is staying in this apartment for the weekend is dressing up as a hero from the Avengers. Except for Quinn because Santana claimed her for an Unholy Trinity group costume, and no one wanted to tell her no. You're the best damn Pepper Potts this town has ever seen so stop complaining and start having fun."

Kitty looked ready to pounce on the elder Puckerman brother. Thankfully, Artie cut her off before she gathered the required momentum. And he was in full damage control mode. "Babe, you're basically the smartest Avenger. Pepper calls all the shots because she's with Iron Man. And Tony Stark is obviously the coolest in the bunch, which is why I got to be him."

Artie had tricked out his wheelchair to look like the Iron Man suit. Sam had to admit that the final result was awesome. He'd be jealous if his own costume wasn't obviously the best.

"Whatever. I swear you're one geekier than the next. The only ones who make any sense to me are Blaine and Sam, and that's just because even I know Captain America and Bucky are gay for each other."

"Hear, hear," Sam shouted as he tried to make eye contact with Blaine who had settled next to Tina on the couch. Their discussion about how Bucky and Cap made a great couple was what inspired their costume choice, after all. When his attempts failed, he sighed and beckoned for the Cheerio to join him. "Kitty, come help me finish up the punch?"

On the way to the kitchen, they passed several other friends. Sam chuckled when he saw Ryder standing in front of a fan in an attempt to dry the green paint that covered his body. Jake, who was dressed as Sam Wilson, offered a salute from where he stood holding the fan and sipping a beer. Marley – dressed as Katniss Everdeen, the only hero she knew – and Mike – Hawkeye – were divvying up a share of arrows.

Mike had moved into the apartment at the start of the school year. He and Tina decided it was better for them to be closer together, and Mike managed to secure a spot in New York University's prestigious dance program which made that possible.

Marley, Jake and Ryder meanwhile tagged along with Kitty to spend the weekend. They were camping out in the living room since Puck and Quinn claimed the spare bedroom. Puck made a fair case that they wouldn't be able to make it across town after a couple hours of drinking. It was nice to have everyone around, but things were definitely chaotic.

Sam turned his attention back to Kitty as they poured cheap vodka into a bucket. The blonde plugged her nose and pretending to gag as the liquid slushed around. Sure, it wasn't the classiest option, but they were a bunch of college students on a budget. It wasn't like anyone should be drinking top shelf liquor when this would do the job.

"Something is up with Blaine. Have you noticed anything?" The question popped out of Sam's mouth before he even thought about it. However, he was glad he asked. Kitty may be venomous, but she was also perceptive.

She looked thoughtful for a second. "I don't know why you're asking me, Captain Big Lips. But now that you mention it, he's seemed a little out of it since we got here. But Frodo and I haven't had a chance to trade secrets while braiding each other's hair yet. Try talking to him… Or ask Tina. That girl is still oddly obsessed with her Blainey Days."

She had a point. Tina may know something.

"Hey, where are you going?! We're not finished here." Kitty flipped a cap at Sam's head, but the boy didn't notice. "I swear to god, these people are helpless. I don't know why we're friends." She helped herself to a shot straight out of the bottle and watched Sam unceremoniously grab Tina and pull her away from Blaine. "Real subtle there, Sam."

Sam heard a knock on their door that signified the party was officially starting. But his attention was focused on Tina. He'd made some excuse about needing help with his shield and dragged her away before she could comment. He let go of her hand once they reached her bedroom.

"Last time I checked, you weren't storing your shield in here, Sam. In fact, I'm pretty sure we walked past it in the hallway. So why don't you tell me what you really need." Tina slipped a flask out of her impossibly tight costume and took a sip.

"Woah, how'd you even get that in there? I'm impressed. Ok, please don't make those eyes at me, dude. You know they make me nervous. I wanted to talk to you because I think something is up with Blaine. He's been withdrawing lately, and he hasn't told me anything. I figured maybe he'd share something with his best friend." Sam purposefully laid it on a little heavy.

"I think you're right," Tina sighed heavily. "Blaine has definitely been off. I keep trying to get him to open up, but he's not talking. I kind of figured that maybe he was talking to you. But now that I think about it, this is peak Blaine Anderson."

Sam nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'll try and get him to open up later. Maybe he'll be more willing after a couple drinks. In the meantime, let's get out there before Puck breaks anything. We really can't afford to replace another frame tomorrow."

Tina grabbed his arm as he opened the door. "Don't feel too bad about this, Sam. I can see you're beating yourself up, but this is just how Blaine works. You know he doesn't like to 'bother' anyone, so he internalizes his problems. You'll figure it out."

In the time they'd been hiding out, the apartment filled with people. Sam's eyes widened as he saw some of their other friends in their costumes. Rachel, Kurt and Adam had gone for a Frozen theme with Rachel channeling Elsa and Kurt a gender-swapped Anna.

Adam dressed up as Kristoff and watched with an indulgent smile as the other two performed what had to be the strangest rendition of "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman" on a makeshift stage. Rachel refused to have parties without karaoke, and Sam knew she'd be up there most of the night.

Meanwhile he sensed trouble brewing as Puck approached one of Blaine's work friends who was dressed as Wonder Woman. "Woah. Who let Wonder Woman into the party? You're in the wrong universe, ma'am." He laughed while giving the woman a once over.

"Oh, Tina. I've got to go and save Puck from himself." Sam ran off as the woman glared at his friend.

"I came with the self-described feisty fairy over there, Thor." She pointed toward a barefoot woman in gossamer wings whom Sam recognized as Debbie. "Anyway, I go where I want."

She snapped the lasso of truth and turned to join her friend but stopped when she saw Sam heading their way. "Oh, hey Sam. You know this fool?"

Sam smacked Puck upside the head. "Dude, this is Blaine's friend Katie from work." He made introductions and smiled as the two traded a couple barbs. Since she was there, he figured it couldn't hurt to ask if she'd noticed anything about Blaine.

"Nu-oh. That is not how this works, Sammy Boy. If you think something is going on with your man, you talk to him yourself. It's not my place to share his secrets."

Sam had to respect that. "You're right. I'll try."

"Love that journey for you," Katie said as she walked off.

Puck bowed down respectfully to her retreating figure. "I like her."

"Yeah. She's been really cool with Blaine. They take a yoga class together every week. He looks so sexy after that I'm thinking about going to watch one day. Speaking of sexy, don't look now, but the Unholy Trinity has entered the building."

Sam had to applaud as Santana, Brittany and Quinn strutted over.

"It's Ma-don-a and Britney, bitch," Brittany shouted as they struck a pose. She jumped when Quinn poked her on the arm. "Oh yeah, Xtina is here, too." The trio were dressed up as Madonna, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera from the VMAs. Brittany and Quinn wore scraps of white lace while Santana looked stunning in a tailored suit complete with a top hat.

"Holy shit," Puck whispered. Sam had to agree.

"You guys really outdid yourself. Is this a sample of your wedding dress, Britt? If so… let me be the first to say wow. And Santana, you look capital-H Hot in a suit." The duo had adorably pulled off simultaneous proposals shortly after spring break and were planning on getting married back in Ohio during the coming summer.

"I hadn't thought about that before, Trouty. Thanks for reminding me that I keep you around to be more than just a potential crash-landing pad with those lips of yours." Santana blew him a kiss, and Sam decided to ask her about Blaine. He knew that the two of them talked all the time. She rolled her eyes as he asked his question for the fourth time in less than two hours.

"Ask him yourself, you precious, guppy-mouthed fool." Santana made eye contact with Blaine who was walking by and pushed Sam into his arms. "Speak now or forever hold your peace boys. Now c'mon ladies. This queen's work is done for the night, and she's earned a drink. Nice costumes, by the way," she shouted over her shoulder.

Blaine smiled awkwardly as he caught the taller boy. "Nice of you to drop in, Captain America. I've been trying to hunt you down since the party started. It must have been hard for Tina to help you with your shield considering you left it outside her room when you pulled her in." The boy held it up in his hand showing Sam just how busted he was. "So what was that actually about?"

"Now or never, Evans," Sam thought. Blaine had a slight flush to his face already and was holding a plastic glass of punch. Sam wondered if it was his first drink of the night and fought off the temptation to steal the cup for a bit of liquid courage. "No. One of us should be sober for this," he figured.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed Blaine by the shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. "B, I know something is up. Can we please talk about it? Remember what you told me when mini-bitch had me all messed up. Whatever we're going through, we handle as a team. That doesn't just apply to my issues. It's yours, too."

Sam expected the boy to make up an excuse and redirect the conversation. He was surprised when Blaine's hazel eyes filled with tears.

"You're right. Something's been going on, and I haven't wanted to talk about it, Sammy. But I'm freaking out, and I need you to calm me down."

Sam pulled him in to a tight embrace. "Hey, it's alright, babe. Don't cry. Whatever it is, we'll work it out. Just talk to me."

He felt Blaine nod against his chest. "I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. Every day I go to NYADA and watch Tina, Kurt and Rachel. They're made for the stage. Even Unique is killing it, and she's only been here two months. I always thought Broadway was it for me, but I don't want it the same way they do. I'm scared because I don't know what is right, and I'm worried I won't be good enough no matter what I choose."

"I know it's silly," Blaine whispered. "But I look at you and everyone else and see how great you're doing. I just don't want to get left behind."

Sam grabbed Blaine by the hand and pulled him into their bedroom. Once the door was shut, he directed his boyfriend to sit on the side of the bed and knelt down between his legs so they were at eye level.

"Is that it, Blaine? Honey, don't worry about that. You don't need the answers to everything. We're young, and we're supposed to be figuring it out still. I can't speak for anyone else, but I can tell you that I'm not sure about my future, either. Want to know a secret?"

Blaine nodded weakly. He looked less wrecked than he had in the living room. But it still hurt Sam to see him sad like this. He was used to his boyfriend's unshakable confidence, but he forgot sometimes that it could be an act.

"I've been thinking about switching concentrations at Pratt. It turns out that I'm less into graphic design and more into teaching. Actually, I was going to talk to you once I figured out how to change majors and see if you had any summer plans. Coach Beiste asked me to come down to Lima to help out with coaching. I was hoping you'd want to come with me."

"Really, Sammy? You'd be a fantastic teacher," Blaine's face lit up with a grin. "And maybe that would be good for me? I love New York, but it would be nice to get away from the crowds for a bit. I feel like I think more clearly at home…"

Sam pulled him in for a hug. "Ok. We'll figure that out tomorrow. But just listen to me for a second? You are amazing, Blaine. No matter what you decide to do, you'll be incredible at it. And NYADA isn't only about Broadway. I'm sure there are people who go there to do different things. I know you've been loving your composition classes. Franky, they sound way cooler to me than the one you had to take last year about being a mime. Maybe focus more on that part of the program? Just remember you don't need to decide tonight. Take some time to think about what's right for you. Just know that I support you no matter what you choose."

"You're right, Sammy. I can talk to Madam Tibideaux next week. And I feel better for talking about this with you. Thank you for reminding me that I'm not alone." Blaine took a steadying breath and regathered himself. Sam grinned as he saw his confident boyfriend reemerging. "Let's get back out there and have some fun."

Before they could even get to the door, it burst open and Santana walked in with her hands over her eyes.

"I'm not sure what is going on in here, but I wanted to protect myself just in case it was dirty. Again. But you two need to get your fine asses out here. You somehow won the costume contest even though no one saw you together during the party. Clearly they're blind because the award should have gone to the Unholy Trinity, but I can't fault you for their failings. So get your asses in gear."

Sam looked at Blaine to make sure he was feeling better before picking up his boyfriend bridal style and walking to the door. He kissed Santana on the cheek as he walked past her.

"Better luck next time, Tana. Now if you'll excuse us, I'm taking my man to collect our prize."