Chapter Twelve: I'll See You Through
The beginning of June brought Jeremy and Sarah to Raleigh. Sarah was staying with Puck and Liv and Jeremy was with Blaine and Sam. They were each there for the remainder of the summer. Jeremy had banded together with the twins already, they were hunkered down in the kids' room playing video games. They loved their new uncle. Jeremy was having so much fun, he didn't want to leave, and it had only been two days. Jeremy was just starting to get into Call of Duty when his half sister knocked on the door. The twins had adjoining bedrooms that connected through a bathroom. Jeremy was totally jelly. Beth had her own room also, and now that she was two, she had gotten to choose how it was decorated. She'd chosen Disney Princesses. Jeremy looked up when he heard the knock. "Uh, hey, girl. What's it like over with Puckermore?" That was the couple name for Puck and Olivia, which he hated and Olivia loved. Jeremy handed Steve the controller so he could focus on what Olivia had to say. Jeremy ran a hand through his black hair. Sarah had brunette hair, blue eyes, she was on the tall side, and apparently looked so hot in a bikini. Jeremy hadn't been looking, she was his half sister. "Do you like Haili?" He wasn't sure if he did just yet.
Sarah wasn't sure that she liked the couple name thing herself. And she had to admit, Puck's wife was uber hot. She was totally and completely loving that all of the eldest Puckerman children, with the one and only exception of Jake, and well, Puck, were on the LGBTQIA section of the population. Sarah tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "It's great. I actually came to see if you want to go to this party I was invited to. It's at this place on the rez that everyone goes to hang out." She wasn't sure what to think of having Native American blood in her linage. She was also half Jewish. She really didn't like that part, she refused to celebrate anything having to do with that part of her. She leaned back in the bean bag chair. She wasn't sure what Jeremy had going on in New Haven, and she thought he needed to get out there and have a summer fling. Sarah planned to do the same. She arched an eyebrow as she looked at her younger brother. "Are you single or what? You've come out as bisexual, so you've got plenty of options." Sarah was a total and complete lesbian. She was dying for her first real fling. She'd kissed before but that was all she'd really done. She was finally out of Lima, Ohio.
Thankfully the twins were engrossed in the video game they were playing. "I'm single, yeah. Why does it matter? I came here this summer to get to know my family." Jeremy would be lying if he said that he wouldn't take a fling if it was going to happen. Jeremy brushed his hand through his black hair. Their other brothers ex-fiancee Marley was coming in a couple of weeks. With having been raised by two moms, Jeremy was more than outraged that Jake was prejudiced. Jeremy couldn't believe it that he was like that in this day and age. "You are just bound and determined to get me laid, aren't you?" He asked, a bit touchy. Jeremy was more into guys, and he'd been saving himself for someone special. Although, there was a possibility that he could meet that guy at the party. Jeremy had just never been that kind of guy, who went to parties. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe he wasn't getting out there enough since he'd lost his nana. Jeremy met Sarah's blue eyes. She didn't really have any physical markers of her Native American blood. Not that Puck did. He only tanned well and was pretty much hairless except for his head. No leg hair, arm hair, or chest hair. Jeremy looked at his big sister, trying to decide what to say to her. It had to be right.
"Come on, Jeremy. No one's saying don't hang with the fam. Just, don't keep yourself from having some fun with someone. There's some great teenagers here, Jeremy." She didn't know why, but he hated being called 'Jer', and she'd almost called him that. She toyed with the ends of her long brunette hair. "I need this, Jeremy. I actually had our dad raise me for a couple of years after he left North Carolina, and Noah keeps grilling me about it. Not to be mean, but it's really hard for me to deal with. I apparently am the only one who spent any real time with our deadbeat father." Sarah was totally jealous that Jeremy had two moms. While he had Puckerman DNA, he was still able to have a normal, healthy upbringing. And he did seem to be over the moon to have siblings. She also knew that he still loved his moms. Sarah cast her glance at the twins, who were arguing over what killing style was best. Sarah let her blue eyes take in her baby brother. "You know you need to have fun. I've been to two parties already. They were full of hot guys. I know that's what you prefer. Just please, Jeremy. Come with me. You will have fun, I swear. Please."
It was then that Jeremy knew it was because she didn't want to go alone. He looked at her for a very long moment, trying to assess whether he could handle this or not. Jeremy glanced towards his for lack of a better word, niece and nephew, since that's what he sort of was to them, an uncle, and watched them for a long moment. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew if he did go, they would be fine to play together. Jeremy brushed his hand across his chin, still musing. "It's just not my thing, Sar." He said, shrugging one of his only medium broad shoulders. "I don't know that I want to go."
Letting out a groan of exasperation, Sarah leaned closer, showing him the weed she had hidden in her bra. "I know you smoke. You live in New Haven, with all of those college kids around." Sarah knew she was right when she saw a look of longing on his gorgeous face. "And I've got my vape, it's much smoother on the lungs than smoking a j is." Sarah said, leaning back before the kids could see. Her actual niece was off with her cousin Aimee and Sarah assumed Quinn and Rachel. She wasn't so sure what to think of the two of them just yet. She knew they were dating and she also knew the whole story of Blaine and Quinn. The blonde was a huge hypocrite in Sarah's eyes.
She was good. Especially with the knowing he was a pot smoker. Jeremy let out a smile. "Okay. I'll go with you." He said. Jeremy wasn't sure it was a good idea but he decided it was going to be okay if it was a mistake. Jeremy brushed his hand through his hair again. "Let me make sure it's okay with Blaine and Sam first." Jeremy wasn't sure what they were going to say but he also knew that they weren't going to be so uptight about it. Jeremy had to admit, he wanted to get his mind off his grandmother. He'd gone over the whole story with Blaine and Sam a couple of days ago and it had brought things back to the forefront. Jeremy missed her so much. He hoped that she was okay wherever she was. Jeremy wasn't sure that he believed in God and heaven. If there was a God, his nana would still be alive. Jeremy missed her more than he could put into words. This party may not be a bad idea after all. Jeremy just wished that his moms were going to be okay. It was hard to know when he wasn't with them in New Haven. Despite being prepared for it, it had still felt like the worst thing that Jeremy had ever been through and it was the same for his moms.
Later that evening, Rachel was working on some dinner for herself and the girls. Quinn was working and so she was babysitting Beth. She was surprised when she heard the front door open and Kurt came in. She was surprised because Kurt had been keeping to himself since Blaine and Sam had renewed their vows. Rachel looked up as he came into the kitchen. She looked at him as he got a soda out of the fridge. "What are you doing here, Kurt? It's not like you have been talking to anyone. You've been holed up feeling sorry for yourself." Rachel wasn't going to want to hear him complaining about Blaine and Sam. It was getting real old, his complaining routine. "Don't start complaining about Blaine and Sam. I know that you're hurt, I know that. But I can't hear it anymore how upset you are. You have to start moving on. Maybe Adam isn't the one for you, and that's fine. That doesn't mean that you can't move on." Rachel knew he was going to screech at her like a monkey and she was going to give it right back to him. She knew that she wasn't much better than she was, she had her own diva, selfish, feel sorry for me moments. She got that. That didn't mean that she wanted to hear Kurt's whining. She stirred the ground beef, she was making sloppy joes. Rachel was also making mac and cheese. It was Haili's favorite. Rachel then turned her gaze back to Kurt.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm… I know that I have to move on. I'm not going to complain about Blaine and Sam. I need to talk about something else." Tears had filled his eyes. He had just found out that Burt had cancer. After all they had been through, they didn't deserve this. He knew that Rachel was going to be just as devastated. "Rachel….. Dad's got cancer." He still didn't feel like it was real yet. Kurt cleared his throat. He was trying to screw up the courage to tell her how Burt had found out and what kind of cancer it was. Rachel's hands stilled as his words hung in the air. "He was just at the doctor for routine tests and that's when they found it." Kurt didn't know how they were going to get through this. Kurt couldn't lose his dad after losing his brother. It was too much. Kurt had lost his mother at a young age as well, and this was too much for him to handle. Sniffling, Kurt reached for a paper towel to wipe his face. Rachel's mouth was dropped open in surprise. Kurt didn't know what else to say. He was still processing it. Kurt moved to add the noodles to the water, he needed to have his hands busy. It was too much to handle. Kurt took a shaky breath. "I don't know how to handle this."
It was scary as hell, and Rachel knew how scared Kurt had to be. Rachel brushed her hand through her hair, her hands shaking. "Kurt…. I'm…. you must be so scared." She said, her voice also shaking. Rachel could only watch him cook, she sank into one of the kitchen chairs. Rachel set her hands on the table, needing to feel it, needing to feel something that was real. Rachel loved Burt. He was one of the best men that she knew. Rachel knew that he was one of the best dads that she knew as well. She knew he had to be because while Kurt could be a selfish diva on occasion, he was a good person. Rachel stared at the table, trying to formulate her thoughts. "He's going to be okay, Kurt. He has to be." Rachel had to believe that. This was hard to deal with, after they lost Finn. It had taken a long time for her to get over Finn, and she knew that while that was hard, this was going to be even harder. Finn had been sudden, unexpected. This was going to be dealing with it every day and having to see Burt go through having cancer. Rachel was a cancer survivor, she knew how hard that fight was. She knew that this was going to bring up her own feelings and experience with it all over again. Rachel knew though that she could handle that, she wanted to help Burt and the rest of the family through this. Rachel looked up at her best friend, she knew that this was going to be the second hardest thing Kurt had gone through.
It was hard to acknowledge that she'd spoken about the outcome. Kurt's heart was just pounding in his chest. It was so fucking scary. "I can't lose him. I'm… Adam and I are over. Maybe for good. I can't do this alone. I know that I have you, but it's not the same. I don't have anyone. I wish that I did. I don't blame Adam for leaving me, I don't. I wasn't really present in that relationship. I wish that I had been. He didn't deserve what I did to him. Is this because of me? Is this…. Is this happening to my dad because of my sucky karma? I've been a total and complete tool since we lost Finn. I know that. Look at what I did to Blaine. He already had some of the worst things that can happen to someone happen to him. And then, me, his first boyfriend, treated him like shit. And then I tried to mess up his relationship with his husband. Which he doesn't deserve either. I just… I wish I could go back and change things. This… it's all my fault." Kurt's face went white as a sheet. He knew it was wrong to think that way. It wasn't his fault. Things happened, even to good people. Kurt also knew that's why he was an atheist. Kurt just couldn't believe that there was a God out there who was just letting all of this happen.
"No, Kurt. This isn't your fault. Things just happen sometimes. Rachel knew that that wasn't a good enough explanation, but it was the truth. She got up, to put some plates on the table. Nothing that fancy, it was going to be dinner with two girls younger than ten. Rachel tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear. She got up on her step stool to get the dishes. Rachel was used to having to step up on a stool to get things. She was also a woman who wore tall shoes. Rachel started setting the table. "You can't think that way. That this is your fault. You know that." Rachel still knew that he had to hear it out loud.
It felt good to hear Rachel say that, even if he knew that she was right. Kurt drained the noodles to add the milk and cheese. "I know that you're right. It's just hard to believe that right now. I am so scared. I already lost half my family. I can't lose anyone else." Kurt and Burt had also been very close his whole life. They'd only had each other for a long time after Kurt's mother had passed. Kurt started mixing up the mac and cheese. Kurt sighed, it was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever been through besides losing his mom and Finn. Not even what Tripp had put him through. Kurt sighed again. This was the worst news that he'd gotten in a long time. It was going to be a total shit situation.
A couple of days later, Sam was at the local bar with his guitar. Blaine had talked him into going to open mic night. Sam was on the stage stage, practicing. He was going to be playing in a couple of hours after the bar opened for the night. Sam strummed his guitar, his hair falling over his forehead. He had been practicing at home, too, and he was still so nervous. He just hoped that it would go okay. Softly, he began to sing.
There's only so many stars at night
That make up a milky way
Oh and there ain't more than 24 hours in a day
They say everything has a limit
Yeah that ain't exactly true
'Cause there ain't no limit in my heart
Or the way that I feel about you
Hell even when the pyramids are gone
Yeah my love goes on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
Yeah I know that we can't spend every waking hour together
But I can hold you for tonight
And I can love you forever
It wasn't his song, it was a Chris Cagle cover, but it was something that he was going to dedicate to Blaine. Who thankfully could come because Jeremy was watching the kids. Since he wasn't old enough to come to the show. Sarah was 18, and she could get in if not drink, but she claimed to have a date. Sam wasn't sure that he believed it, but something was going on with her. That was his last song, so he moved to get off the stage, his cowboy boots hitting the floor. When he moved to put his guitar in the case, someone whistled. Surprised, he looked up. It was a blonde girl that he thought might be named Brittany. He thought he'd seen her around town with this hot Latina and sometimes Quinn. Sam straightened and set his green eyes on her. "Can I help you?" Sam asked. She was very gorgeous, and he was fairly certain that she was dating the Latina girl. Not that Sam spent much time noticing stuff like that when he had Blaine. He slung his guitar over his shoulder, he had a strap. He wondered briefly if she was flirting. Everyone knew he was married to Blaine.
Eying him, Brittany gave him a smile. "I just heard you playing. You're Sam Evans, right? I am such a fan. I listen to your album all the time." Brittany was a waitress here, she wasn't really proud of it but she had to do a job. Brittany had wanted to be a dancer. If it weren't for Santana, she'd probably be a stripper. She understood that it would upset her girlfriend if other people saw her naked. She knew she'd get more money as a stripper was all. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "I know that you're newly married. Everyone does." Brittany didn't want to go into all the gossip that she'd heard. It wasn't true most likely as it was. Biting her lip, she watched his face. "So, I wanted to ask you something. Would you be willing to play a party? It's my girlfriend's birthday in a couple of weeks, and I am throwing her a surprise party." Brittany had a suspicion that Santana was going to figure it out though, this town was too small. She was still going to try. She loved Santana so very much. She was also Brittany's best friend. She had gotten a ring, she was going to propose. Things had been going so well. Brittany saw Sam's eyes light up, and she was sure he was going to say yes.
"I would love to play a party. It's going to be a bit hard to plan songs for that long, but I'd love to do it." Sam said, his tone eager. He offered his hand for her to shake. "I'm Sam Evans-Anderson now, you're right, I got married." Sam loved saying that to people. He loved getting to brag about being married to Blaine. "It's really so great to have a party gig. How much money are we talking about? Not that it matters, I'm just glad to be playing again. My husband's been very supportive." Sam wondered if this was going to lead to a big comeback for him, and he wondered if he even wanted that.
Brittany shook his hand when he offered it. "I'm Brittany S. Pierce. It's really so great to meet you. You are so talented. And I don't have a lot for this party at all, really, so it pays $200 bucks. It's all I can afford." She'd been saving for the party for six months. Almost seven. It wasn't going to be that fancy. Not that Santana would care. She knew the other girl was just going to be grateful for the party. Plus, it was BYOB. She couldn't provide it for everyone. She wished that she could. "I hope that's okay. And you don't have to play the whole time. It's just…. We're both huge fans, and I know it's going to make her so very happy."
A smile spread over his face. That was more than he'd expected already. "No, that's great. When is the party exactly? So I know how long I have to practice." He pulled out a business card, Blaine had made him get them. He really did believe that Sam could make it if it he tried. It was one of the reasons that Sam loved him so much. "You can call me if you need to tell me anything else. I am so glad to have a gig, really. I am already thinking about what songs that I should play. Been working on some new things, actually." Most of it was about his gorgeous, gorgeous husband. Sam had so much to write about now. He was so very happy, and Beth loved him as much as he loved her. It helped that she was under five. Kids under that age were easier to win over. Sam smiled at her as she took the card. "I am so very flattered that you're both fans. I love meeting fans. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere at all without fans." He knew that talent could only get you so far in show business. Sam knew he'd been so lucky to get anything at all, and he was grateful for what he did have. But that's how he'd been raised, honestly. He was grateful, period.
A blush covered her cheeks. "It's going to be so great." Brittany told him when the party was, and tucked his card in her shorts pocket. She was so excited. She hadn't actually believed that he would do it. Brittany spoke with him a bit more and then she had to go. She was off today, she had just heard that Sam was going to open mic night and she hadn't wanted to waste an opportunity. She stepped out into the sunshine, feeling good. She had managed to get someone great to play Santana's birthday party. Brittany was very proud of herself. She couldn't help it, she clapped her hands excitedly.
That evening Puck came home to a house with just his sister. She looked upset about something. He went straight for the fridge, to get out a beer. She was going to be late for Sam's gig if he stopped to engage her. He knew that Aimee was next door at Blaine and Sam's, Jeremy was babysitting. Puck wasn't sure what to think of Sarah, but that Jeremy kid was great. He was so much like Blaine, it was kind of hilarious. Since they hadn't grown up together, that was. Puck leaned against the doorframe to the living room, where Sarah was holed up. He cracked open his door, he'd only have one before he took off. Puck didn't drive drunk. In fact, if he had more than one drink, he made sure he got someone to take him home.
Looking up at Puck, Sarah's blue eyes took him in. She liked Blaine, jury was out on whether or not she liked Noah. The jury was still out because she wasn't sure if he really was the person that he seemed to be. Sarah had been hearing stories while on the rez about him just about everywhere she went. Sarah knew that that many people couldn't be lying. Sarah let her hand brush through her long brunette hair. "What are you doing? You're going to be late to Sam's gig." Sarah didn't know if she liked Sam, either. However, Sarah had a huge crush on her new sister in law that had to end.
"You don't like me, do you?" Puck just decided to go for it and ask what the truth was. "I mean, you don't have to, no one's making you. I just don't want us to lose out because of old stories that I know you've been hearing around the rez." Puck brushed a hand over his closely shaved head. "You can get what you put into this sibling relationship. And if you think that your crush on my wife is a secret, it's not. She's not aware, but Blaine and I are. Probably Sammy too. Blaine doesn't keep things from Sam usually." His tone was mostly on the neutral side, but he also had a bit of a bite in it.
All of that was a surprise to her. Sarah hadn't expected him to just dive right in like that. She should be embarrassed that he knew about her crush on Olivia, but he didn't. Sarah didn't get embarrassed easily. She folded her arms tightly and met his hazel eyes with her blue ones. That's what she loved about Olivia, she had that gorgeous Native American skin and black hair, but her eyes were so very blue. They reminded her of sapphires. She was trying to formulate what she was going to say in response to what he said. "Look, Noah, I'm a bitch. A complete and total bitch. I was raised by a homophobic woman and kicked out when I turned 18." This was new information, and his mouth dropped open. "But even if I was a big enough bitch to try and steal your wife, which, if you weren't my brother, I would be, she only has eyes for you. She's a Noaholic, and that's sweet. As much as I think she's smokin' hot, and I do, she's only yours. You are who she wants, and that's fine. I never go long without pussy." This she saw put a small smile on her brother's face. Sarah couldn't help but let a smile play at her lips as well. "I'm trying to get to know all three of you. I know you know that I can't stand Jacob. I don't know how someone can still be bigoted on the 21st century. It's appalling."
The fact that Sarah went after other people's wives didn't shock him like it should. She was a Puckerman. Puck was glad that he had an actual relationship with someone who felt the same way that he did. Puck had never expected that he would have that. He'd been of the mind that he wasn't good enough to be someone's old man. But he really was, and he loved it. Puck loved being married. He loved having someone to come home to. She was the best thing to ever happen to him. Puck took another sip of his beer. He hoped his brother in law would be accepting of him being late. "I don't condone having affairs, at least, anymore, but as long as you don't go after Olivia. She's truly the best thing to ever happen to me. Look, it's not that I don't want to talk, but I really do need to go, as you yourself pointed out. But if you want to talk more when I get back, or tomorrow, it's okay with me. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me. We are siblings." Puck drained his beer and threw it away. "If you go out, let Jeremy know. He can keep an eye on the house from Blaine's." The houses were in sight of each other, and Puck actually was glad about that. They had a few more neighbors close by but it was a five minute drive. They lived on the outskirts of the reservation.
"I don't think I'm going to go out. There was this girl I almost hooked up with but we sort of had a fight. I want to patch it up but I'm trying to get her some space. She's the one who got mad and I don't want to push her into anything. She's so great." Sarah was quiet as he picked up his keys and headed out. Sarah flipped on the tv, trying to not think about the girl she'd just told her older brother about. Sarah glanced out the window, it had started to drizzle a bit. She loved when it rained. Sarah decided to check the movie channels to find a horror movie. She honestly was so upset that she was missing Sam's playing. He truly was so talented. It was great that Blaine had gotten him to start playing again.
After Sam's set, he and Blaine were in the bathroom, kissing madly against the stall wall. They hadn't had sex in a public place yet and they were both very eager. Sam was fumbling with Blaine's belt on his jeans. Blaine's hands were working on Sam's as well. They weren't going to disrobe completely. Just enough so they could bang. Sam didn't want to have to be naked and get dressed if they were caught. Sam worked Blaine out of his boxer briefs, and Sam licked two of his fingers and eased them softly inside Blaine. They didn't have any lube on hand. Blaine gasped and clenched around his husband's fingers. Sam kissed Blaine's collarbone as he finger fucked him, he didn't want to hurt Blaine.
Blaine groaned softly, and his hand moved to stroke Sam's length, he wanted his husband to be as turned on as possible, that huge cock he wanted inside him. Blaine leaned to whisper in Sam's ear. "I'm ready for you, Sammy." Using pre-cum from Blaine's cock as lube, which Blaine thought was incredibly sexy, Sam slid his rock hard cock into Blaine, who cried out and his hands scratched at Sam's back, his hands were up underneath Sam's Bon Jovi shirt. He'd been so turned on since he'd heard Sam singing. Especially since the new material Sam had unveiled was all about Blaine. Blaine shivered, as his hand moved over his cock, trying to match his husband's hip movements. They were both groaning and looking into each other's eyes. Those gorgeous green emerald eyes would be Blaine's undoing. They were gorgeous. Blaine was taken by surprise when Sam's member slid even further inside, and Sam leaned to kiss him as his hips picked up speed. They were both nearing orgasms. Blaine's breath was short as he pushed on Sam's hips, trying to get him in further even though he was in as far as he could go. Blaine's fingers dug into Sam's hips, both of them gasping and panting with desire. Sam came then, his lips moving over Blaine's collarbone.
A couple more strokes, and Blaine was coming as well, and Sam moved to wipe the cum off their bare stomachs, hoping that they hadn't gotten any on clothes that were going to be seen by people. Sam looked into Blaine's sex blown pupils, and he smiled. They were working on putting themselves back together. Sam looked into Blaine's hazel eyes. "You are the most amazing sex I've ever had." Sam told him in his soft Southern drawl. He leaned to press Blaine against the stall wall and kissed him softly. It was a post coital bliss. They just stood there for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Sam brushed his long fingers through Blaine's curls, enjoying the softness. Blaine took wonderful care of his curls. They were hitting his collarbone, and Sam loved that. "You…. did you like the songs? The new ones were all about you." The one he had closed his set with he had sung directly to Blaine. The entire room had felt completely empty to Sam as he'd been strumming around his guitar and sitting on that stool. He had loved being out there, singing to the whole town how much he loved Blaine and their family. He hoped that nothing was ever going to tear them apart. He loved Blaine more than he had loved anyone in his whole entire life. Kissing him, Sam said, "I'm going to go and see if anyone wants signed autographs, you know."
After assuring Sam he loved the whole set, Blaine used the bathroom. When he came out he looked into the eyes of the man who had tortured and raped him. Blaine's eyes brushed with tears and he froze. He couldn't speak, his mouth worked soundlessly. He knew that he shouldn't be showing his fear. He couldn't help it. "Please. I'm married now." Despite his body telling him not to, he held up his left hand, showing him the wedding ring that sat there. "How… you were in jail in the state pen… how did you get out?" Blaine's voice wasn't as strong s he would have liked. When he heard that the man had broken out that very night, Blaine's knees were having a hard time not wobbling. Before he could move to get away, the man had grabbed him and was dragging him out of the bathroom, and then the bar, not letting Blaine cry out to anyone. Blaine couldn't believe this was happening again. Out he was led to a van, and he tied Blaine up and then off they went down the road. Thankfully for the man, it hadn't occurred to him that Blaine had a cell phone. Once they realized he was gone, they could follow GPS. Blaine tried to take deep breaths, stop having a panic attack, that wasn't going to help anything. He would get out of this, he was sure of it. This time they'd find him faster. Plus he'd done his best to leave prints on the way out.
When fifteen minutes had passed, and no sight of his husband had happened, Sam was starting to get upset. So was Puck and Olivia. No one else had been able to get the time to go. Sam called the police, he saw some struggle signs, he'd been dragged from the bathroom. And there was some mud, Sam was sure this meant Blaine had been kidnapped again. A quick Google search, and Sam was calling the cops. They were more of the mind to help when Sam told them what had happened. Sam knew they were going to follow the GPS on Blaine's phone, and they'd catch this guy. That was what he was trying to tell himself as they waited for the cops to come and check the scene. Still, his green eyes were full of tears and he was shaking he was so scared. Sam watched as the bar emptied out, and he knew it was going to be all over town by the morning. Tears dripped out of his eyes, and Liv touched his shoulder, trying to give him a bit of comfort. Sam's mouth moved soundlessly, and his green eyes met Puck's hazel ones. They both looked incredibly worried. When Sam saw that look on Puck's face, he just full on started crying. He let Olivia hug him, and he had to admit he was deathly afraid of what was going to happen with Blaine before they found them. The cops were there then, interrogating them, and putting a track on Blaine's cell. They assured Sam they'd find Blaine.
It took a couple of hours, but Blaine was saved by the Raleigh cops. Blaine did his best to answer their questions. The man had managed to rape him twice before Blaine was able to fight him off. The best part was that that horrible man was dead. When the cops had arrived, Blaine had been fighting him off and when the cops told him they were there, he had tried to run. They hadn't gotten far from Raleigh, so they were about five minutes away from the reservation. Blaine was shaking, and he knew that Sam was waiting at Puck and Olivia's for him. Blaine felt so much relief when he saw his brothers and his own house came into view. He would have run straight up to his brother's house, but he was still shaking in shock. The cop who'd helped him continued to help him up to the door. As soon as the door was flown open, Sam reached out for Blaine, who didn't hesitate, he let Sam pull him inside as Olivia spoke to the cop. Sam pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips, and Blaine could feel the tears falling off his chin. Blaine finally spoke. "Sammy…. It was so very awful…. But he's dead. He can't hurt me anymore." Blaine was a bit in awe, he was just so glad it was over. Even if he had had to be raped again.
They settled on the couch, and Sam put his arms around Blaine. "I love you. I'm so sorry that this happened to you. But I'm glad that you're safe from him forever. I truly truly am. What do you need? What can I do? Tell me, and I'll do it. I don't want you to be hurt anymore." Tears had filled Sam's eyes. He was so angry that this had happened to Blaine again. He pulled back enough so he could look into his husband's eyes. Blaine's lip was trembling. He looked like he was about to full on cry. Sam brushed a few tears off Blaine's cheek. "I am…. I am so sorry that I let this happen."
"No! Please, Sammy. I'm not angry at you. This isn't your fault. He cornered me when I was alone. It's what sexual predators do." Blaine wasn't angry at him at all. Sam had done the best thing that he could have done, he'd rescued Blaine from the man. And now the man was dead. Blaine was never going to see Sandy Ryerson ever again, and he was so grateful for that he couldn't put it into words. "I love you so much, Sam. You did all you could to get me home. I don't…." Blaine was still in shock. He wished that he could put feelings into words. He wasn't sure what the ramifications were going to be from the rape this time. It hadn't been so bad, Blaine had been able to fight back. He didn't feel like it had really been so horrible.
Brushing tears off his own cheeks, Sam brushed his hand along Blaine's arm. "I promise, you'll never get hurt like that again. I won't let anything happen to you." Sam knew that his good news about getting a record deal wasn't the way they were going to remember this night. He wished that it was. Leaning out, he kissed Blaine softly. "Can…. can I tell you a bit of good news? Or are you still too upset?" Sam wanted to tell Blaine the good news but he also wanted to make sure that Blaine didn't get anymore upset than he already was. Sam kept up his soft stroking.
Leaning out, Blaine ran his hand through Sam's long blonde locks. "You can tell me anything, Sammy. This was a horrible thing…. But it's all over. For good. He's gone. Can't hurt me anymore. And I fought back. He…. managed to violate me but only barely. I fought him off. I feel…. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest. I mean…. I can't promise I won't have any freakouts but you can tell me your good news, Sammy. I'm not going to break this time. You tell me. Make this day a good one." Blaine was meaning all the words he was saying. That was making him feel so much better. He wanted to hear his husband's good news.
Staring into those hazel eyes, Sam finally decided that Blaine really did mean what he said. Not that he thought Blaine was a liar. But he also knew that Blaine was going to do his best to keep some of his real feelings to himself in order to not worry Sam. Taking a deep breath, Sam took his husband's hands and said, "Blaine, you were totally right in making me go to open mic night. There was a record exec there, and he thinks that he can help me make a comeback." Sam wasn't able to keep his smile and his excitement off his face. Sam was so happy that he was going to be able to do singing again as a career.
His eyes lit up. "Oh, Sammy!" He said, giving him a huge kiss as Olivia and Puck came into the room. Sarah was asleep in the guest bedroom that had used to be Blaine's. It was where she was sleeping when she didn't spend the night at Blaine and Sam's. Blaine pulled back as they came in. "Did Sammy tell you? He got a new record deal?!" He was so happy for him, and he couldn't talk about what had happened, as much as he was glad it was all over for good. Blaine was bursting at the seams proud of Sam. "I am so glad I pushed you." It hadn't been so hard, but he had made sure to impress upon Sam how easy it would be to go to open mic night and play. He gave them a pleading look to go with it.
"Yeah, honey, he told us." Olivia told him, setting down a couple of pizzas, drinks, and paper plates. She knew that Blaine needed them to talk about Sam's news. She could get that. She'd been attacked herself in junior high so she knew that he would understand she knew how Blaine felt. This thing had to be some weight lifted off his chest though, since the man was dead. She was glad the man was dead. He should have gotten the death penalty when he was sentenced in her opinion. Olivia picked up a pineapple and ham slice of pizza and took a bite. "We're so happy for him, B."
This was ridiculous. Puck reached for some pizza, he'd already cracked open a bottle of Jack to mix with Coke. He knew that this was insane, they couldn't really be ignoring what had happened to Blaine to talk about Sam's record deal? He wasn't sure that he could get through this without talking about what really happened. He slugged down a cup of just Jack before he mixed in some Coke. If they were really going to do this, he was going to need to be drunk. "Are we being stupid or not? Seriously? It's great that Sam's got a record deal…. But Squirt, look at what happened to you! There's no way we can just ignore it."
While Blaine got where his brother was coming from, that didn't mean that he could talk about all of this. "Noah, I know that you need to handle it your way. I know that. But this happened to me, not you. And this is how I have to do it. I can't…. I can't process this right now. I need to focus on Sam's good news." Blaine's voice was shaking as he spoke. He knew that Puck was just trying to help. He knew that. But he also couldn't do this the way his older brother wanted him to do this. "I can't… it's just too much to handle." Blaine's voice wobbled, and he saw the look of guilt on his brother's face. "Don't feel guilty, Noah."
Now he felt like shit. He really hated that he had gotten Blaine so upset. Puck took some more chugs of the Jack bottle. "I'm sorry, B. You know that I don't want to hurt you." Puck felt so guilty, even if Blaine had told him not to. He met those hazel eyes and he could see the pain in them. Puck wished he could do something more than he was doing. He then met his wife's eye, and he wished the dog wasn't over at Blaine's too. Aimee had insisted, she loved Daisy. Puck knew how much Livvy relied on that dog for support. He hated that she had to lean on the dog like that. Puck also knew that that was what she chose. She talked to him about things but not as often.
A couple of hours later, Blaine and Sam were tucked into their bed. Jeremy was up watching Netflix. Blaine was more than a little drunk. He opened the book he was reading as Sam moved to take a shower. He wasn't drunk. Blaine had put a bucket next to the bed just in case he had to throw up. He was naked as usual, although he had to admit he wasn't sure that he wanted to be. And give Sam a look at his body, there were a few cuts and scars, and while he'd seen them before, there were fresh ones. Blaine just couldn't get up the energy to go and put on some pjs. Blaine's eyes filled with tears, they were falling down his face. He reached for some tissues, and tried to wipe his eyes. He just couldn't stop crying. He couldn't figure out why, this whole thing was over. Sandy Ryerson was dead, and Blaine didn't have to live in fear of him any longer. His shoulders shook, and he tried to stop the flow of tears. Blaine tossed the used tissues on the floor, and Sam came in, looking so fucking sexy in just a towel and his long blonde hair falling to his shoulders. Blaine sniffled, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. Sam moved to him, and wrapped his arms around Blaine's tiny shoulders, whispering that it was going to be okay.
"Blaine, baby, it's okay." Sam said, stroking Blaine's back. There were scars, yes, but Sam didn't care. They were what made Blaine who he was, and Sam loved his husband more than anyone in this world, except for his baby siblings. Sam kissed his forehead. As he held Blaine and spoke to him, Blaine's tears seemed to dry up. Sam ran his hands along the scars on Blaine's back softly and gingerly. Sam thought Blaine might need an ego boost. "You're a gorgeous man, baby. You know I don't care about these scars and cuts. You need me to change any of the dressings? I asked the EMTs to show me how. I promise it won't hurt a lot." Sam reached up and brushed more tears off B's face. "You are just… you take my breath away. I'm not… I don't want you to think that I'm trying to pressure you or anything. I just am trying to make you feel better." He looked into Blaine's gorgeous hazel eyes. They were wide and wet but he didn't look angry. "I'm… I know it's not my fault, but I am so sorry that this happened. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise. You don't deserve to have something like this happen to you." Sam knew he was going to have to repent with God because he was glad that this guy was dead. Sam wished he'd gotten to tell the guy off beforehand but it didn't matter. The guy had gotten what he'd deserved. Sam waited patiently for Blaine to say something about his dressings.
He knew that Sam wasn't trying to put any pressure on him. "I love you, Sammy. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, besides Beth. I know you aren't trying to get me to do anything in particular. And my dressings are fine. We can change them tomorrow." Blaine's words were a bit slurred. He felt much better now that Sam was trying to take care of him. He brushed a hand through Sam's wet blonde locks. He loved playing with them, when he was upset. Blaine sighed about what Sam had said about his scars. "I love you, and I know that you find me sexy. I love you so much for that. No one…. I've always been too afraid to let anyone see. Kurt…. That was, the one good thing, that he didn't hold my scars against me." Blaine thought they were the ugliest part about him, and they covered most of his back. They'd told him they couldn't be removed without a lot of cosmetic surgery. Blaine didn't have the money for that. He looked into those green eyes that he loved so much. Blaine was starting to feel sober. Blaine brushed his hand through his own unruly curls and leaned against his husband's chest. He tried to slow his breathing. Blaine just wanted to be with his husband and do his best to sleep.
"Just get some sleep, baby." Sam said softly, and wished that he could at least get on some underwear. He was able to slip carefully out from underneath Blaine as he drifted off to sleep. Sam picked up the novel Blaine was reading and set it back on the bedside table. He pulled out some of Blaine's boxer briefs and pulled them on. He loved wearing Blaine's underwear. It was so sexy to think that he was wearing a garment that touched Blaine's manhood. Which was incredibly impressive. Sam moved around the bedroom, straightening up before he got back into bed. Sam watched Blaine sleep, his thumb in his mouth. Sam had tried to break him of it, just because it was bad for your teeth, but it seemed to be hardwired in Blaine. Sam had to admit, it was adorable. He just wanted to protect B's teeth. Sam felt so much anger that this guy had gotten to Blaine one last time. Blaine had finally started to move on with his life and be happy. He didn't deserve this. Not that he had in the first place. Sam really had a lot to repent for about this guy. Because he was ecstatic that he was dead and there was no way that he was going to heaven and Sam was glad about that as well. Sam knew that no matter how much he asked God for forgiveness he wasn't ever going to stop feeling happy about it though. Sam was going to have to try really hard to get past it.
A couple of days later, Blaine and Olivia were grabbing lunch at Luke's. Quinn had Beth, and Sam and Puck had taken Aimee and the twins to the public pool. Blaine had had to deal with sympathetic looks for two days. And he knew everyone was talking about him. He knew that at least none of it was bad. Blaine was doing his best to ignore all the looks he'd been getting. Blaine was going to have a huge bacon cheeseburger and chili cheese fries. He also wanted strawberry milkshakes. Blaine was glad they didn't have to pay, he was going to stuff his face as much as he could.
Olivia glared at a few of the people that were staring at them. They thankfully looked away. She was dying to ask Blaine how he was doing since Ryerson had died and all of that had gone down. She knew though that he most likely wouldn't want to talk about it. Not that she blamed him. Olivia was just so angry that this had happened. Although it was just so amazing that Ryerson was gone and couldn't hurt Blaine anymore. That was the silver lining of this whole thing. Olivia didn't have the same religious affiliations that Sam did, and so she didn't feel guilty for feeling glad about it. She got up to go and see if Luke was working, or if he was with her mom.
Luckily, they were both at the counter. Olivia looked into her father's eyes. He seemed to be upset, and she knew it was more than just Blaine. "Dad? Are you okay?" She wondered if her mom had told him about the new baby. Olivia was glad for her mom. She knew how much her mother had wanted more kids, and especially with Luke. Olivia tucked some of her long black hair behind her ear as she looked at him. He seemed flustered about something as well. Olivia met Caesar's eye, and he moved to go into the tiny kitchen. "Okay, Caesar's gone, you can tell me what's going on." She knew that he wouldn't tell the truth in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Luke said, "I know about the baby. I just… it's still sinking in, I guess." He met his daughter's eye. "I am not going to leave your mother. You know how much I love her. I'm just nervous, you know I'm still adjusting to the idea of kids." Luke was scared to death. He was great with Olivia, but he hadn't raised Olivia since she was a baby. This was going to be like starting from scratch. Luke adjusted his ballcap. "You know that I love you, and I consider you my own kid. I don't want you to think that I don't." Luke was doubting his abilities as a father, and he knew that even without fishing for compliments that Olivia was going to reassure him.
"Dad, you're going to be fine. You have been a great dad to me. You can do this." Before she could say anything else, there was a hush in the diner, and they all turned around to see what was going on. It was Quinn, and she was holding Beth. She cleared her throat, and then Olivia's heart broke when Quinn told Blaine that she had to go to Lima with Rachel because Burt Hummel had passed away. As much as Olivia hated Kurt, she knew that this was going to be incredibly hard for Kurt. And she'd met Burt once, he had been a lovely man. It truly wasn't fair. At all.
Every now and then, some little thing
I've buried comes bubblin' up
And once in awhile, you feel close enough to touch
I miss you a little
Since you've been gone
A few little memories keep hanging on
I miss you a little
I miss you a little
I guess you could say a little too much
A little too often
A little more every day
When I go by our old house
I pretend that you're still there
Waitin' for me on the porch
But there's just an empty chair
Wish I could see you
Just one more time
Before I drive away
So I could stop and go inside and say
I miss you a little
Author's note: Sorry it's been awhile. But sometimes that's just how it goes. I'm sorry that that was so angsty. I didn't see that coming. I pretty much never plan the angst. Very rarely. I hope ya'll are hanging in, this story has taken me so many different places. By the way, Jeremy's PB is Tyler Posey, because I love him and I kind of really wants him and Darren to play brothers. I am in the process of creating an O'Brien OC and he'll be hooked up with Jeremy most likely. I hope ya'll feel compelled to leave a review, but if not it's still going to keep coming. Been in a Blam mood lately. And in a writing in a notebook mood. This is one of those fics that's in a notebook. I'll try not to let it go so long next time. Oh, and by the way, I'm not going to respond to people complaining about content. I put the proper warnings on, and no one is asking you to read it. I'm not going to try and please everyone. And people seem to forget without fic writers fanfic wouldn't exist. That needs to be reiterated and remembered more often.