It all happened really fast so Sam's not even sure if it was Jake or Ryder who threw the first punch, he just knows that they're both out of control. Finn has grabbed Jake so Sam grabs Ryder and marches him out into the hall. "You're not so tough now, are you?"

Ryder struggles to get free, repeating, "Let me go, let me fucking go!"

Sam drags him into an empty classroom before does let him go. Ryder paces around the room. He kicks a waste paper basket, sending trash flying. He kicks a desk and it hurts his foot but he doesn't care; he kicks another one. The only thing keeping him from running out into the hall and trying to find that fucker Jake is Sam standing right in front of the door.

Sam waits for Ryder to calm down or maybe just wear himself out. When he finally at least slows down and stops kicking things quite so hard he tries talking to him. "Look, man. Obviously I can tell you have it bad for Marley…"

Ryder starts laughing. Kind of hysterically, actually.

"What's so funny?" Sam asks.

"It's hilarious because I don't actually have it bad for Marley at all. I have it bad for…no, never mind."

"If you don't have it bad for Marley then why were you fighting over her with Jake?"

Ryder pushes a chair over. "If you must know I have it bad for Jake, okay?" He drops to the floor and puts his head on his knees. His shoulders are shaking and Sam thinks he might just be laughing again but probably isn't. He sits down next to him and sure enough he can hear that he's crying.

"Hey. It's okay." He rests a hand on Ryder's shoulder.

"It's really not, though," Ryder says, voice shaky. "Because he does have it bad for Marley, and he obviously hates me."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you."

"He literally punched me."

"He didn't know. Everyone in that room thought you were interested in Marley."

"And that's the other thing! Now I'm apparently gay!"

Sam nods to himself because he gets it. And he's not out himself, so he knows he's in no position to lecture or anything, but still he points out, "There are worse things than being gay."

"Sure, maybe nobody in glee club cares…"

Sam nods again. Ryder's right: the rest of the world isn't like glee club. "I get it," he says.

"No you don't."

"Dude. I'm telling you." Sam probably shouldn't say any more, but then again, why the hell not? "I don't just know what it's like to have it bad for a guy. I specifically know what it's like to have it bad for a Puckerman guy."

Ryder keeps crying into his knees, but more softly now. He stops after a couple minutes, wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and then looks at Sam. "You and Jake's brother?"

"I'm not saying Puck ever knew about it." Puck very much did know about it and the two of them had an actual thing for a while, but Puck would not be cool with Sam sharing that with anyone.

"So you don't have any actual advice for me on how to get a straight guy to like you."

"Sorry." Ryder puts his head on Sam's shoulder, and it's…Sam misses Puck a ton, and Ryder is cute and apparently at least bi, and, okay, watching him and Jake fight was actually a huge turn-on, and he blurts out, "No advice, but I could blow you. If you want."

"Oh." Wow, Ryder really wasn't expecting that. He wasn't expecting Sam to be gay, for one thing. Hasn't he dated, like, every girl in New Directions? And even if he had known about Sam being gay…gay guys don't typically just offer to blow him. Blaine never has anyway, and he's the only other gay guy Ryder knows.

"Never mind. It was a dumb idea. Sorry."

"No, it's just…I mean, you don't have to. Just to make me feel better or whatever."

"I know I don't have to." Again, Sam knows he's saying too much, but he goes on anyway. "I like to."

"Really? With who? Blaine?"

Sam could definitely see himself falling for Blaine, but he's never done anything with him. Also he's pretty sure he's not Blaine's type. And besides, this isn't a conversation he's willing to have. "Like I said, it was a dumb idea."

"No! I mean yes! I mean…if you actually don't mind."

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I minded."

"Awesome. Just, you're not gonna…"

"I'm not gonna tell anyone if that's what you're gonna ask. Especially not Jake."

"Awesome, thanks." Ryder's not sure how this is supposed to work. "Like…here?"

Sam studies Ryder's "MS" (whatever that's supposed to stand for) superhero costume. "Is that thing one piece?"

Ryder had forgotten he's wearing this ridiculous get-up. "Yeah, actually. Should we go to my…no, wait, my dad's home. Your place?"

Sam has some misgivings about taking Ryder to his place, which is actually Burt and Carole and Finn's place. Burt and Carole won't be there, but Finn could come home any time. And Finn might not care per se, but Sam's not sure he can keep a secret. More importantly, he worries that Ryder might have second thoughts on the ride to the Hudmel house. But Ryder's also probably not willing to strip completely naked to get his dick sucked by another dude in a classroom without a locking door, so he agrees to take Ryder his place.

He expects Ryder to ask him a bunch of questions on the drive over, like what his exact orientation is and when he first knew and why he's not out, but Ryder doesn't. Maybe Ryder's silence is a bad sign—maybe it means he's going to call the whole thing off. Sam's never actually been with anyone less experienced than he is, so he's not sure how he's supposed to make it easier for the other guy and he doesn't try.

Finn's car isn't at the house, so that's good. Sam leads Ryder through the garage door into the kitchen and says, "You know you don't have to go through with this, right?"

Oh, wait. Is Sam expecting Ryder to blow him back? Duh, of course he is! Why would someone offer something like that without expecting anything in return? It's only fair. And it's not like Ryder's never thought about it—though it's always been Jake in his thoughts. "No, I still do. I mean I've never sucked a cock before so I can't promise to be good at it, but..."

Sam's not sure what Ryder's talking about. "I asked if you wanted me to suck yours."

"So, I don't have to…return the favor?"

"No."

"So then…what's even in it for you?"

It's not a question Sam feels like answering, assuming he could. He shrugs and says, "I like to do it," which is true as far as it goes.

"Okay. But like…don't take this like I'm complaining because I'm not, but…it hardly seems fair. To you, I mean. You're right that I'd probably give a terrible blowjob, but is there something you want?"

Okay, well. If Ryder's going to press the issue, there is one thing Sam would really like that doesn't seem like that much to ask. "Would you watch me jerk off after?"

Uh, it's kind of a weird request maybe, but not really a big deal. "Yeah. I can do that, sure."

"Cool. So. Take your shoes off." Kurt always used to insist on no shoes in the house, and he doesn't live here anymore but Sam always still follows the rule. They leave their shoes by the door and Sam leads Ryder upstairs to his bedroom. The door here doesn't lock either, but Finn never barges in anymore after that one time. They should still be careful though. "You can be quiet, right? In case Finn comes home?"

"You live with Finn!?"

Oh crap, Ryder didn't even know that! "I mean, he's not usually home this early."

Ryder really doesn't want to get caught doing this…well, having this done to him…by one of his teachers. Though Finn isn't technically a teacher. And Sam, who apparently lives with him (!?), doesn't seem all that concerned about it, so... "Okay, sure. I can be quiet."

"Awesome." Sam closes the bedroom door and studies Ryder's costume again. He unties the cape, thinking it must be hiding a zipper in the back, but it isn't. "How does this even come off?"

"Oh! The neck is really stretchy." Ryder demonstrates, getting both his arms out through the neck hole. "Should I just…take it off?"

"Yeah. I mean, unless you'd rather leave it around your ankles, I guess."

Ryder actually meant should he take it off now, but apparently the answer to that is yes. He does consider leaving it around his ankles but decides that would be even more awkward, so he peels the thing down and steps out of it. Sam is watching him and Ryder's not sure why it makes him so self-conscious, given what they're about to do, but it does. Maybe it's because Sam is still in his full Blond Chameleon costume, which instead of being a ridiculous onesie like Ryder's costume is a respectable suit.

Sam has seen Ryder undressed before, but only for like a second, when they were changing backstage during Grease. He's so hot. Like his chest…you can tell it's hot even with a shirt on, but without one…And Sam can see through Ryder's briefs that he's half-hard already and, like, hung. Crap, did Ryder just say something while Sam was staring? "Sorry, what?"

"I said I don't want to make demands or anything…"

Sam's actually fine with demands. Orders, even. But he doesn't really know Ryder that well and it doesn't seem like the kind of thing he should spring on him. "But if you wanted to make a request…?"

"Just…I feel weird being the only one who's undressed."

"So you want me to get naked."

"Would you mind?"

Yeah, it was hotter when Puck used to order him to get naked. Maybe, if Ryder and Jake don't end up getting together and Ryder wants to keep doing stuff…well, then maybe Sam can introduce that idea at some point. For now he just removes his jacket. He glances at Ryder to see if he's watching, which he is, so he's deliberately just a little bit slow at taking off his turtleneck, then his pants. He folds everything carefully and places it on a chair before removing his socks and, finally, his boxers.

He stands there for a minute. Ryder looks, then looks away, then looks but tries to make it seem casual. Finally he just looks, without any pretense. Sam feels his dick stiffen under Ryder's gaze. He kind of wants to ask if Ryder likes what he sees, but it might be a bad idea, depending on how big a gay freakout the guy's having right now. It might be pretty big, given how quickly Ryder looks away once he notices he's been caught staring.

"Did you want to take yours all the way off?" Sam asks, gesturing toward Ryder's underwear. "Or…?" He doesn't finish the thought: or do they have to forget the whole thing?

Ryder kind of doesn't want to take them off at all now: it's going to be super obvious what effect seeing Sam naked is having on him (kind of disproving his personal theory that Jake was his one and only gay exception). Then again, why would Sam judge him for that, given that he's actually gay? Or at least he's actually done gay stuff before. He said that he "likes to" suck cock, not that he thinks he might like to try it. And, wow, if it's something he has done and likes to do, that probably means he's good at it, right? And Ryder's never had a blowjob before, and so even if he weren't turned on by guys, he'd be kind of stupid to back out of this now.

"Ryder? You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah. Uh, I guess it's probably easier for you if I take them all the way off, right?"

Sam's not sure it's any easier for him that way, but he does think it might mean Ryder isn't actually freaking out that much. "Yeah, totally."

Ryder peels them off and tosses them on top of the tangle of his costume. He leaves his socks on, though. They can't be in Sam's way, and as long as they're on he won't really be naked. He keeps his eyes on his discarded clothes, wondering whether Sam is checking him out and not sure whether he hopes that he is or that he isn't. Is, he decides; he hopes Sam is checking him out. He looks up, and, yeah, Sam is checking him out.

Ryder is almost fully hard now and even bigger than Sam thought when he was only halfway there. He groans softly, thinking about how amazing Ryder would feel in his ass. It probably won't happen, and definitely not today, but it's a huge turn-on to think about. Right about now is when Puck would be pushing him down, but since that's not going to happen today either, Sam drops to his knees in front of Ryder.

"Wow," Ryder says. "You really want my dick."

If he'd asked it as a question it wouldn't be hot. But he just said it as a…maybe not exactly as a taunt, but close enough to make Sam gulp. He knows he shouldn't like feeling like the guy he's about to blow is taunting him about it. He knows he should stand up for himself, not look down at the floor and nod. But he looks down at the floor and nods.

"Wow," Ryder repeats.

Sam's cheeks feel hot; his mouth feels dry. He looks up from the floor but can't quite bring himself to look Ryder in the eye. "Can I?" he asks. And then, pretty sure Ryder's not going to actually make him beg, he adds, "Please?"

Ryder wonders for a second what Sam would do if he said no. Of course he's not willing to risk it finding out—with his luck Sam would throw him out and tell him to try sucking himself off then—and he says, "Y-yeah."

Sam places his hands on Ryder's hips and his face up to his crotch. Ryder's a little sweaty, probably from wearing that spandex outfit, and Sam breathes in deeply to inhale the scent. He licks broadly around the nutsack, and Ryder tastes even better than he smells.

Ryder lets out a huff when he first feels Sam's tongue on his balls. He's never had anyone touch him there with their hand, not even over clothes, and even though Sam is starting out slow, it just about knocks him out. And soon Sam is licking him not so slowly. Eagerly, it seems. Ryder no longer has the slightest doubt that Sam really loves cock. After a while Sam's licking slows down again. He works his way up the shaft, while gently stroking Ryder's dick with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. It's so much and at the same time it's not enough, and Ryder whimpers. It was just a tiny whimper, but what if Sam heard, and what if he's going to make fun of him for it or something? He glances down, and Sam is looking up at him; he looks very far from being about to laugh.

Sam can only maintain the eye contact for a few seconds—any more than a few seconds and Ryder might see how much he likes being naked on his knees in front of him. He looks back to the thick, uncut dick right in front of his face. There's a vein that runs from the base to the head, and he traces it with the tip of his tongue.

Sam's swirling his tongue around the head of his cock now. Ryder felt like he was being knocked out before, but now he actually doesn't know if he can continue to stand. If he were near a chair or the bed he would sit, but they're in the middle of the room and not really near any furniture. He doesn't want Sam to stop what he's doing for even a second, so he just holds on to Sam's shoulders and hopes that will keep him from falling over.

Sam keeps it up for so long, licking all over, stroking wherever he's not actively licking. His tongue and his hands feel amazing—they're pretty much the best things ever. But there is something Ryder's sure will be even better, and it's something Sam definitely promised and is definitely not doing yet. Ryder's trying to be patient, but that's getting more and more difficult. Finally he says, "Dude, you said you were going to suck it."

Oh god. That's not an order, not really, but something about Ryder's tone really gets Sam. He immediately guides Ryder's dick into his mouth and starts to suck. It's heavy and warm and meaty, and Sam moans loudly as he sucks it farther back into his mouth. It's embarrassing to have just moaned so loud; it's embarrassing to be this needy in front of a sophomore and (he's pretty sure) a virgin. Even more than that, it's…not embarrassing exactly, because there's no way Ryder could know, but he's sort of ashamed of how much he likes being ordered around, so much so that he got hugely turned on without Ryder actually even giving an order. And of course he's ashamed of how much he likes the shame itself. His face feels super hot and he's glad Ryder can't see how red it must be.

Ryder almost can't take how good Sam sucking his cock feels. He almost can't take that Sam likes his cock so much that he's moaning around it. He can't take just standing there quietly during the best thing that's ever happened to him and he starts muttering, more or less to himself, "God…fuck… oh god…suck it…"

There! Ryder just told him to suck it! It doesn't even matter that he already was sucking it. It matters even less that they should be trying to be quiet just in case Finn is back—in fact, the thought of Finn busting in and catching them like this makes Sam moan even louder than he did before. He sucks harder too: Ryder told him to.

Oh god, Sam is sucking him so hard now. Ryder finds that his hands aren't on Sam's shoulders anymore, they're in his hair. And he's kind of pulling his hair and he should stop, he doesn't want to hurt his favorite person in the whole world right now, but it's so hard to relax his fingers. He manages it, sort of, but then he finds he's holding Sam's head right up to his crotch. Worse, he's sort of thrusting into his mouth. He needs to stop, he knows that, but it feels so good and he just can't seem to make himself either let go or stop thrusting.

Ryder's fucking his face now. Sam almost gags the first time the dick goes down his throat, but he's able to suppress it. He wanted to not touch himself until Ryder was done, but he kind of can't wait anymore and he reaches between his legs and strokes himself as lightly as he can stand to.

Ryder has to stop this now. He has to stop before he hurts Sam. He has to stop before he…Sam didn't say he could come in his mouth and if Ryder's not careful that's going to happen any…any…oh god he has to pull out right now.

Ryder's pulling out of his mouth and Sam doesn't know why, but one look at his face tells him that he's about to come. Sam thought Ryder would come in his mouth, but on his face is even better, and he moves his hand off his own dick and onto Ryder's to help that happen.

Ryder was going to warn Sam that he's about to come, but Sam is jerking him now and he can't hold off, he starts to unload immediately. He watches as spurt after spurt of his cum flies out and paints Sam's face. If he were capable of feeling anything at this moment other than pure euphoria, it would probably be horror that Sam is going to kill him soon.

Sam manages to close his eyes and open his mouth just in time. Not much of Ryder's jizz actually lands in his mouth, just enough for a taste. The rest lands all over his face, in his hair…Sam is absolutely covered in it.

It takes several seconds after Ryder's orgasm finally ends for that horror of Sam killing him to really sink in. He takes a step back and says, "God, Sam, I'm—"

"Can you hand me my shirt or something? I think some got near my eyes and I don't want it in my eyes."

"Yeah of course!" Ryder looks around for Sam's shirt and is reminded that he was wearing a sweater and a jacket, neither of which look easy to get cum out of. He gives Sam his superhero cape instead.

Sam wipes off everything near his eyes but leaves the rest. He sits back on his heels, licks his palm, and starts to jerk himself.

Ryder is about to try apologizing again, but Sam does not look like someone who's about to commit murder. He doesn't look like someone who's unhappy in the slightest as he tugs on his own dick and…and either plays with his own balls or possibly fingers his own asshole, Ryder can't tell for sure which he's doing.

Ryder's watching him; he can see how bad Sam needs to come. On his knees, a finger up his ass, jizz all over his face, desperately jerking himself. They make eye contact for just a second and Sam loses it, shooting more cum all over himself, most of it this time on his chest and abs.

Sam closes his eyes for a minute, trying to hold on to this contented feeling for as long as he can. He knows that that feeling of shame is going to come back and that he won't like the feeling anymore now that's he's already come, and he wants to hold it off as long as he can. But he hears Ryder moving around and presumably getting dressed, so he guesses that's as long as he can avoid it. He opens his eyes and goes to wipe the rest of the cum off himself, only then realizing what Ryder gave him to clean up with. He stands and hands it back. "Sorry, I guess I ruined your cape."

"It'll probably come out," Ryder says. He has no idea if it will and he couldn't care less. He drops the cape onto the floor and puts his underwear and superhero onesie back on. "Look, I'm really sorry—"

"It was your cape," Sam says. He pulls his dresser drawer open, pulls out a t-shirt, and cleans himself off with it.

"No, but I mean—"

"Dude, you have nothing to apologize for. Zero. Literally all of this was my idea."

Ryder knows that's not true, but if Sam doesn't want him to apologize—and it sure seems he doesn't—then he won't. He waits while Sam puts on some clothes—regular ones this time, not the Blond Chameleon outfit. He's careful not to stare, though he does look a little. Now that he knows Sam is unlikely to be offended by his perving, he thinks it's safe to enjoy at least a little the way Sam looks undressed. But then Sam isn't undressed anymore and Ryder just feels awkward. "So. I guess I should go."

Sam nods because of course Ryder wants to leave now. "Okay."

"Okay. So…I don't know what the etiquette is. 'Thanks' sounds weird but, like, seriously, thanks. That was…you know, as you could probably tell, I enjoyed it a lot."

"Well, you know, if you don't get together with Jake and feel like coming over again some time…" Sam realizes he's doing a terrible job of acting like he doesn't care either way. "I mean, as you could probably tell, I also enjoyed it a lot."

"Yeah, that'd be…I mean, Jake and I are probably never going to get together, so…" Plus Ryder is pretty sure Jake isn't the only guy he likes now, but he feels like saying that might freak Sam out. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Ryder leaves, and Sam knows he should see him out, like be a good host or whatever, but he doesn't. As soon as Ryder's closed the door behind himself, Sam sits on the floor with his back against the bed and waits for the shame to hit.

Someone knocks. It must be Finn; he must have gotten home early and heard what was going on. Sam jumps up and tries to think of some excuse to make for the noise, but when he opens the door, it isn't Finn. It's Ryder. "Hey, just one more etiquette question for you, if that's okay."

"Uh, okay."

"Actually I guess it's not an etiquette question. I know the etiquette, and I know that you can't just ask if you can hang out at someone's house a little longer when you think they probably want you to go. But…"

"You think I want you to go?"

"Don't you?"

"No. I'd like you to stay a while."

"Okay." Ryder smiles at him shyly. "Cool."

Sam smiles back. He's starting to feel like maybe he's not going to get hit with that shame after all. "Cool."