***Writer's Note: I wasn't sure that I would write another BLAM story, but I really disliked how Sam's story ended on GLEE and wanted a happier ending for him so I'm choosing to write what I wanted it to be. This story begins three months before the final scene of GLEE in the auditorium. This is the story I want to tell. Everything in the show is canon and part of this story. This story has no relationship to my previous ANRID/WOF world.

I'm simply writing this to give my favorite character from GLEE, Sam Evans, the ending I wanted him to have.

PLEASE NOTE: This story is intended to be adult-themed. If that is not what you're looking for then this probably isn't the story for you.

I'll continue to write this if there is interest and people seem to want to know what I have in store for Sam, Blaine, and the rest of our favorite characters that didn't seem to get a proper ending.


CHAPTER 1 – STITCHES

FEBRUARY 14, 2020

On this Valentine's Day, there was so much more than love in the air. There was competition as the New Directions began the third song of their set for the 2020 Regionals Competition. The lights illuminated the stage and the twelve young men of the group stood center stage in a "V" formation with junior captain, Stevie Evans, at the tip. They wore grey slacks with a black short sleeve button down and tie accented with a matching grey vest. Stevie and the boys grinned to the audience as they smoothly danced with moves only their choreographer could make cool.

Backstage, their director watched as the finale began.

(Stitches by Shawn Mendes)

(Performed by New Directions)

STEVIE:I thought that I've been hurt before, but no one's ever left me quite this sore.Your words cut deeper than a knife.Now I need someone to breathe me back to life.

Sam Evans, the current Director of New Directions, watched from backstage as the ladies walked down the risers to join the boys.

STEVIE:Got a feeling that I'm

ALL BOYS:going under.

STEVIEBut I know that I'll make it out alive.If I quit calling you my lover

ALL BOYS:Move on.

The girls partnered with the boys. Sam watched as his little sister, Stacy, now a sophomore, joined his brother and led everyone in the dance.

ALL:You watch me bleed until I can't breathe.I'm shaking falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.I'm tripping over myself.I'm aching begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses.I'll be needing stitches.

The song continued and Sam felt someone squeeze his shoulder. He turned around to see Jake Puckerman standing there. In his first year on faculty at the McKinley High School of the Arts, Jake's choreography made New Directions virtually unstoppable. He and Sam were a great team leading all three of McKinley's showchoirs, but because of their personal attachments, New Directions would always be most important to both of them.

"They look great out there," Jake drapped his arm across Sam' shoulders. "And they sound good too."

"Yeah, regardless of what happens, they have to be proud of what they're doing," Sam humbly responded.

"You got plans after this?" Jake questioned. "You're welcome to hang out with Kitty and me if you want too."

"Hang out with you on Valentine's? I think that's part of your relationship I'd rather keep out of my imagination," Sam smirked.

"I don't know why," Jake winked. "It's a pretty good part of it if I do say so myself."

Sam didn't respond. He appreciated the friendship he'd rekindled with Jake when he returned to Lima to teach dance. He didn't even mind when Jake began dating Kitty even though he'd been casually dating the girl for a few months. Things were never serious between them. It was just sex. With Jake, Kitty seemed to be truly happy and that made Sam happy. He just wished he wasn't the one spending Valentine's Day alone.

ALL:You watch me bleed until I can't breathe.I'm shaking falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.I'm tripping over myself.I'm aching begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses.I'll be needing stitches.

Sam's attention to the stage returned from his lost thoughts as his little brother finished the song.

STEVIE:And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches.And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.

The next hour was a blur. Sam felt great about their performance and his inclination proved true as they won the Regional and qualified to go to Nationals once again. He loved that the competition was in their school because it meant no odd bus rides home. He just had to wait for the day kids' parents to pick them up and the rest to return to the dormitories so he could get in his car and go home to a case of beer and an Avengers marathon; his cure to the Valentine's Blues.

"You want to go out with us tonight?" Stevie and Stacy stood in the door to his office. "We don't mind you being the fifth wheel on our double date."

Sam shook his head smiling. Stevie had always had his own sense of humor. "I think I'll pass. I've got my own plans. You two go have fun. But behave, and Stevie, don't do anything illegal or that mom and dad would make you go back to Kentucky for."

"Who? Me? How come you never act like Stacy would do something stupid?" Stevie asked.

"Because I'm not the impulsive one in this family," she answered walking over to Sam and giving him a hug. "Just call her. You know you want too. What harm can it do?"

"A lot," Sam spoke quietly before letting his sister go and shooing them both out of his office and on to their victory party and Valentine's double date. He finished a few more things in his office giving the last few members of his choir the chance to leave before he picked up his backpack, which he preferred to a briefcase, and headed out to the parking lot and his white pick-up truck.

"You are far too fine to be going home alone of Valentine's."

He turned around recognizing Kitty's voice immediately. She stood leaning against the stair railing in a white dress and heels, her hair pulled back tightly into a bun and her body wrapped for warmth in a black trench coat.

"Waiting on Jake?" he assumed.

"You know how long he can take to get ready, but he always looks so good I want to unwrap him as soon as I see him," Kitty stated seductively. "You want to join us?"

"I think our time together like that has passed," Sam did his best to resist her charms.

Kitty liked her idea "He would do whatever I wanted or wanted him to do to you. He is a good boy and listens to me. He's far more trainable than you ever were."

"Hence the reason we never got serious," Sam recalled, but he couldn't stop himself from imagining what being alone with his two friends would actually be like.

"Well it's an open invitation if you're ever curious or want a piece of this again," she offered as she took his hand and let him cup her ass. He didn't resist as he felt her up the way he did when they dated. Finally, he pulled away.

"I can't do that to Jake," Sam stepped away and continued walking to his car.

"What makes you think he wouldn't want you too?" Kitty called out but Sam didn't answer. He got in his truck, adjusted his tight slacks and then drove away.

-SAM-

An hour later, Sam sat on his couch in his underwear watching Avengers. He was on beer number four and started to feel the beginnings of the buzz coming on. He picked up his phone and started flipping through the saved pictures he had there and ignoring the movie. These pictures went all the way back to the beginning of high school and detailed his disastrous dating life.

First, there were pictures of him and Quinn Fabray, his first love and the girl he could have loved for the rest of his life if she hadn't been in love with Finn instead. Even though he didn't show it outwardly, it took him a long time to forgive her for that. Now, she was Quinn Puckerman. She married Puck the summer after her college graduation. Sam was a groomsman in the wedding. After the honeymoon, the Puckermans moved to Seoul, South Korea where Noah had been stationed for the past three years.

Then, there were the pictures of him with Santana and him with Brittany. Two former girlfriends who were now married to each other could never be a way to help a guy feel better about himself. His only saving grace in the scenario is that he never loved Santana. She was a rebound to get back at Quinn and it didn't last very long. Brittany, on the other hand, was a totally different story. He did love her with all his heart, but in the back of his mind he always knew. He knew that she would eventually leave him for Santana, so when it happened it didn't surprise him, but it did hurt.

Then there was Rachel Berry. After all these years, he still hadn't forgiven her for the way she dumped him to rekindle her romance with Jesse St. James. It was like one day he was her total focus, and then the next, she acted as if nothing ever happened between them. He never told her how much it hurt him. Truthfully, in the five years since then, the two hadn't spoken. Their friendship was practically non-existent at this point. He hated it because he cared deeply for Rachel, and he was proud of all the success that she'd had on Broadway. When she had a miscarriage with Kurt and Blaine's baby, he'd spent all of his time on the phone consoling Blaine, his best friend. He tried to talk to Rachel, but she never returned his calls. More than anything, he felt as if he were letting Finn down. When he'd decided to ask Rachel out officially, he visited Finn in the cemetery because he felt like he needed to ask for permission. He knew he wouldn't get an answer, but he knew it was the right thing to do all the same.

Flipping through more pictures, he saw several with him and Kitty. Theirs was a relationship of convenience. During her senior year at Columbia University, she was devastated when she found out that Artie wanted to break up with her to go out with Tina again. The severed relationship caused her to move back to Lima the day after graduation. Her and her business degree bought The Lima Bean and she turned it into one of the highest grossing food establishments in the city.

When she and Sam ran into each other it was incredible having an old friend around. Sam was lonely with all his friends moved away, and he longed for adult companionship so that the only people he saw on a daily basis would be more than his students. They were perfect for each other in their situation. Both needed to get over a break-up. Neither wanted to be in love, but both were incredibly sexual creatures. They made each other happy in this way for a little more than six months until her sexual suggestions became more than he was willing to do. He called it off and it was the easiest transition into being friends either had ever witnessed. When Jake joined the McKinley staff and reconnected with Kitty, the relationship didn't surprise Sam at all and he gave them his blessing.

He stood and walked into the kitchen to get another beer. He'd come to a special folder of pictures he wasn't sure he wanted to open. He opened the beer using the counter top and took a swig before opening the folder and gazing upon all of his pictures of him and Mercedes. "This girl," he thought to himself. "This girl has ruined me. I'll never fall in love again."

He was still in love with her and was pretty sure he always would be, but that didn't matter anymore. Fame and celebrity took her away from him and it wasn't like the times before where they broke up knowing they would get back together at the end of her tour or when she returned home. When they broke up for the final time she'd told him that he was "too small town" and that he would "never understand her world." The final blow was that she "needed to date someone who could understand her lifestyle."

He knew that could never, and would never, be him. So he let her go. He kissed her one final time and told her to go live the dream. He acted brave in the moment, but in every silent moment of his life since, he regretted it. Not because it was the end of his relationship with Mercedes. It was because he was pretty sure he would never have someone love him that way again.

He sat back down and continued to watch the movie, but he couldn't stop staring at his phone or get the idea out of his head that he wanted to call her. A good half hour passed and then he finally picked up the phone and dialed her number. It rang twice and then went to voice mail. He listened to her outgoing message and realized how much he missed the sound of her voice. Finally, the phone beeped.

"Hey, Mercedes, I know you asked me to give you space with you having a new famous boyfriend and all, and I will, but I couldn't let Valentine's Day pass without at least telling you that you still mean the world to me and I hope he is treating you the way you deserve to be treated. If I can't do that for you I hope you have a man that will. Don't forget that I'm always proud of you even if I have to let you go. It's about time for me to move on too, right? You've made that clear and I guess I need to listen. Love may not be in the cards for me, but there is no reason for me to be a hermit. Thanks for teaching me that some people don't deserve love they just deserve to be treated like what they are."

He hung up surprised by what he said. Actually, he wasn't surprised by the words. He'd been thinking them for a long time. It surprised him that he finally said them, and to Mercedes no less. She definitely wouldn't speak to him now. He looked through his phone and saw a picture of him with Jake and Kitty. The idea began to fester in his head again about their offer. Could he do it? He knew he could do her. He and Kitty were very good at having sex together as he recalled, but Jake? He always imagined that if he were to experiment with a guy it would be with Blaine. That's why he hadn't even had those thoughts since Blaine married Kurt. They were both his friends at the time and he couldn't imagine coming between them.

Now, he hadn't talk to Blaine in six months. Kurt had been over a year. The last time he spoke to Blaine was after the miscarriage. He called to check on him. They'd had a half hour conversation before he heard Kurt yelling and Blaine apologizing saying he needed to get off the phone. The two texted each other a lot but for some reason the calling stopped. Sam just accepted the fact that the big city life in New York City finally took in Blaine and he didn't have time for his high school bestie anymore.

Then, as if on cue, his cell phone rang.

-BLAINE-

(same day; an hour earlier)

Rain poured outside the Chelsea Apartment of Blaine and Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Blaine rushed home after finishing up work in the box office at the off-Broadway theatre started by NYU, his alma mater. He ran the box office during the day so he could take acting classes for free at night. He wouldn't work on Valentine's though because Kurt was coming home for the weekend and the married couple was in desperate need of alone time.

Blaine was so proud of Kurt and how his new job as a lifestyle writer for Vogue caused his husband to flourish, but had been two weeks since he'd seen him. First, he was in Los Angeles to cover the Golden Globes and now he was in Washington D.C. speaking at a convention of young journalists and political interns while using the trip as a way to spend time with Burt and Carole.

Tonight, would be a night of romance, courtesy of Blaine Devon Anderson. He had Kurt's favorite meal baking in the oven, his favorite champagne and pinot grigio on ice, and his favorite showtunes playing through the apartment sound system. He wanted to make their fifth Valentine's together as husband and husband a special one.

As he checked the casserole in the oven one more time, he heard Kurt's ringtone, Blackbird, sing out into the apartment. He hoped that meant his flight had landed and he would be home soon.

"Hello, my love," Blaine spoke into his phone. "How long until you will make it home? How was your flight?"

"It hasn't happened yet," Kurt began shyly. "The flight was cancelled because of the storm so I'm back at the hotel and the earliest I can get a flight is in the morning, but then I have to be back here in two days. I'm really sorry, Blaine. I'm sure you planned something incredibly wonderful for us, but it just doesn't make sense for me to come home just for 24 hours."

"Are you serious, Kurt? You're not coming home? It's Valentine's Day," Blaine was hurt. "I don't want us to be alone tonight."

"I'm not alone. Roy is with me," Kurt stated.

Blaine held back his anger. "I would hope that your assistant wouldn't be the equivalent of your husband especially on Valentine's."

"That is hardly an appropriate statement, Blaine. The boy is straight. It's not like I'm going to try to turn him. We can just make it up next weekend when I come home," Kurt offered.

"Actually," Blaine could hear Roy in the background. "You're back in Los Angeles to work with E! News on Oscar's coverage remember? We go back to New York after that?"

"Is he in your hotel room with you?" Blaine questioned. "And why are you in a hotel room? Why aren't you at your Dad's townhouse?"

"Oh, he and Carole went back to Lima today. They have some business and appearances in Ohio. I didn't feel right staying at their place without them so we checked into a room. It's really not a big deal."

"It hasn't been a big deal the last five times you've done it either," Blaine thought to himself but refused to say it out loud.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt inquired holding his breath wondering if Blaine would accept his story.

"Yeah, I'm fine as usual," Blaine walked over to the oven and turned it off. "I'll just see if the Novak's next door have eaten dinner. I'd hate for this food to go to waste."

"That is so sweet of you, Blaine for thinking of that old couple. Tell them I said hi," Kurt breathed freely again. "I'm am bushed, babe, so I am going to go to sleep, but Happy Valentine's Day. Love you!"

Kurt ended the call before Blaine could even respond. He pulled the casserole dish out of the oven and used two pot holders to pick it up. He opened the front door and knocked on the Novak's door across the hall with his foot. An elderly man in his 80's opened the door and Blaine told him Happy Valentine's Day and that he cooked them dinner. Mr. Novak was so thankful he offered Blaine a seat at their table, but he lied and said he was waiting for his husband to come home. As he walked back into his apartment, he realized it wasn't necessarily a lie, he honestly wasn't sure when it would happen.

Kurt hadn't been the same since Rachel's miscarriage and the loss of their child, but if Blaine was honest the change happened earlier. As the delivery date came nearer, Kurt started talking about how they were going to be locked in to a life together and saying things like "there's no turning back now." Blaine thought he was being cute at the time and didn't see the statements for what they were, red flags.

He changed the station on the system to play his favorites instead of Kurt's. He loved a good show tune but Blaine had to have diversity. He grabbed the bottle of champagne, popped the cork and sat down on the sofa next to the window watching the rain fall over the Hudson River.

A half hour and a half-bottle of champagne later and Blaine's sadness began to numb. He couldn't help but smile when Phil Collins' song Against All Odds began to play. He flashbacked to almost seven years earlier when he sang the song on the McKinley stage for the only other person he ever loved, his best friend, Sam.

Sam hadn't entered his thoughts in months and that made him sad. The one person that had never let him down and he knew he couldn't say the same thing. He'd let Sam down several times because of Kurt. All the times Sam asked him to come back to Lima and watch his choirs or help him get ready for competition, all the times he needed to talk to his best friend about Mercedes or his love life, Blaine always cut the conversation short because he knew how Kurt felt about Sam.

When Kurt and Sam hung out, Kurt had no problems. He loved the boy like his own brother, but the same couldn't be said for Blaine and Sam. Kurt never liked to admit being uncomfortable to anyone, but on more than one occasion he'd told Blaine that his friendship with Sam intimidated him and made him feel like he was less important to Blaine.

So being the good husband he truly wanted to be, Blaine stopped calling as often until finally, the friendship was regulated to text messages, and lately, even those didn't happen that often. But now, Kurt wasn't home. Kurt was with his assistant Roy. Roy was in his husband's hotel room doing who knows what. Why did he need to feel guilty about talking to his best friend when his husband had no problem spending the night with a stranger?

So he picked up the phone and dialed Sam's number.

-BLAM-

Sam connected the call. "I must be drunk and hallucinating."

"Why's that?" Blaine laughed over the phone. "Can't one best friend call his best friend to tell him Happy Valentine's Day?"

"He can if the husband isn't home," Sam commented reminding Blaine just how well the two boys knew each other.

"It's not like . . ." Blaine began.

"You forget I used to live with Kurt. I know how his brain works. Besides he can't help but be intimidated by my sexy," Sam giggled at his own joke making Blaine blush but laugh as well. "It's good to hear your voice, Blaine. I miss you."

That ended the laughing. All of a sudden, Blaine's heart fluttered. "I miss you too. How are things?"

"Professionally, I'm on top of the world. We just advanced through Regionals and are going to Nationals with New Directions. Our secondary show choir, men's and women's showchoirs are all entered in the state championships next month, and the school is adding a few more faculty members because now that 17 other states have adopted our curriculum after seeing how advanced our students are over the rest of Ohio, the state legislature increased our funding." Sam admitted. "Personally, it's been great having Stevie and Stacy around every day. They're both exceling so much in this program."

"Okay, Sam, technically that's still personal even if it is about your siblings. They're students too. How is your personal life?" Blaine asked.

"Pretty shitty actually. I'm not getting any action at all. . . unless you count being asked by two of your closest friends to be in a threeway with them," Sam couldn't help tease his best friend knowing that it was unfair to make him speculate, but funny to imagine the expression on Blaine's face in the moment.

"What?!" Blaine's brain overloaded. "Like you and two girls?"

"No, a dude and a chick. Definitely something I've never done before," Sam confessed. "I'll save you the question and tell you it's Kitty and Jake."

Kitty wasn't a stretch. Blaine knew Sam and Kitty dated which meant that slept together, but the idea of Sam and Jake Puckerman naked in the same bed was something that Blaine never imagined but currently could not get out of his head. "Are you going to do it?"

"I told them no, but then I called Mercedes and told her she was right and that I needed to accept what I'm good for and not necessarily what I want so now I'm wondering if I shouldn't try it. What do you think? Should I try it?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry you're going to have to let me get passed the picture of you and Jake in the same bed together before you ask me questions," Blaine admitted.

"Didn't get you hard, did I? Knowing you you're fully clothed on the sofa with a glass of wine in your hands," Sam guess almost accurately.

"Just the bottle actually, and its getting hot in here so I might have to get ready for bed, but don't talk Mr. Evans. I'm sure you're on your couch in your boxerbriefs and a beer bottle in your hand.

"You know me very well, Blaine. Except for the fact that I've never thought about doing anything this crazy before. I mean the only guy I've ever thought about . . ." Sam stopped himself before the alcohol led him to say something inappropriate.

Blaine knew exactly how the sentence would end. Even though Sam had never said it, there were a few moments after he and Kurt married that Sam almost admitted his curiosity about his best friend.

"You should do what makes you happy, Sam," Blaine confessed. "But I'm going to need details if you do it."

"You want me to give you masturbation fantasies, Anderson?" Sam sounded seductive over the phone. "You should see me now. I'm a wet dream waiting to happen."

"You're drunk is what you are." Blaine pointed out.

"So are you because I always talk about sex, but this time you're letting me which means you're home alone tonight," Sam noted the obvious.

"Kurt's flight was cancelled. He's stuck in D.C.," Blaine tried to explain.

"And you thought you were getting laid tonight and now you aren't," Sam assumed. "Guess we're both in the same boat except I haven't been laid in six months."

"Neither have I," Blaine confessed. "He doesn't want me like that anymore, at least, he doesn't act like he wants me."

"Then he's an idiot. You're totally hot. If I was gay I'd do you right now," Sam tried to cheer up his best friend.

"Except Jake is going to beat me to it," Blaine reminded him.

"You're not jealous are you?" Sam teased knowing they were both intoxicated. "Why would you be when you have the most perfect person for you as a husband?"

In that moment, Blaine thought about telling his best friend about what he really thought Kurt was doing, but he decided against it. He needed to know for sure first. "You're right. I have exactly what I always wanted."

"So would you think less of me if I did try something new . . . with someone else I mean? I could never with you obviously because you're married and Kurt's my friend . . ." Sam's voice faltered in a way that Blaine hadn't heard since Brittany broke up with him. "I'm just really lonely, Blaine. Maybe I've just been looking in the wrong places."

Blaine wanted to say no. He wanted to say that he wanted to be the one to help Sam find himself, but in doing so, he would expose the flaws in his marriage and he just wasn't ready to do that. "I think you should do what makes you happy, Sammy. No one deserves that more than you do."

-GLEE-

Two hours later, Sam stood on the front steps of Kitty's home and rang the doorbell. He was nervous, but he knew this was something he needed to try. The door opened and Kitty stood there in a white terrycloth robe.

"I have to say I was surprised when you called, but not as much as Jake," Kitty took Sam's hand and led him inside. She shut the door and locked it behind them and led him towards her bedroom. "He would have met you at the door but he's a little tied up."

Kitty stopped outside her closed bedroom door, turned around to Sam and took off her robe revealing the smooth ivory skin beneath. Sam drank in the sight of her beautiful naked form as memories of their many nights together flooded his memories. She pulled him towards her and they shared a passionate kiss as she took his hand and slid it between her legs.

"I thought you'd want to play with something familiar before trying something very new," she smiled.

"Like what?" Sam gulped. His heart raced as she turned the doorknob of her bedroom to reveal what was inside.

His eyes couldn't help but focus on the large erect dick of Jake's sticking straight up in the air. He was obviously hard from hours of Kitty teasing him and him unable to do anything about it. Sam finally noticed that his naked friend was strapped down to the bed. He connected eyes with Jake and the boy smiled.

Sam felt Kitty's hand slip into his jeans. "I think he likes what he sees, Jake."

She crawled up on the bed and on top of Jake kissing him and stroking his shaft.

"So here are the rules, Sam," Kitty turned back to the blonde Adonis undressing in front of them. "For tonight, you can do anything to either one of us and make us do anything to you. It's your call. We don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. So where do you want to start?"

Sam pulled down his underwear to reveal the nine inch cock Kitty remembered fondly and Jake now saw for the first time.

"Oh, wow," Jake smirked. "We are going to have fun tonight."

… to be continued.