Summary: Sebastian's biggest regret will always be Slushie-gate. Blaine's (besides Kurt) will always be "Not for sale".

Note: There is a review in Chapter 58, but since it's been a while, this chapter touches on a few topics that haven't been brought up lately but are relevant to upcoming chapters. I thought it was only fair since after this, things get bat-sh*t crazy until the guys get back to Dalton.

Promposal: Someone asking another to Prom in an over-the-top manner. I've taught high school…it's a real thing. Honest.

"Well, Seb is happy" Sam laughed as Blaine came back into the staging room. He was done for the day but stayed until Sebastian left for his Yacht Club Boyfriend shoot. Since they would not be seeing each other until tomorrow afternoon…let's just say there was a lot of kissing involved.

Blaine's smile (and swollen lips) confirmed Sam's observation. "Yeah, it went better than I thought."

Since all three of them were in the School Dance Boyfriend shoot, Blaine had arranged (with a lot of help) a "promposal" for Sebastian. He thought it was a good time considering they were already in tuxedos. He had planned to still be on vocal rest (ROBERT DOWNEY JR!) so had made signs like the guy in Love Actually. After Sebastian said yes, they danced (not swayed) alone in the middle of the staged dance floor while Sam and the fake band performed Bless The Broken Road. Yes, it was country but he did tell Sam he trusted him. It wound up being the perfect song.

Blaine was in his happy bubble when Sam's voice brought him back "Hey, I wanted to ask…I mean, Santana and Mercedes didn't know either…I mean, none of us knew Dalton had a prom."

"Why wouldn't Dalton have a prom?"

"Well, because…you know."

"Because I didn't ask Kurt when I was at Dalton the first time?"

"Yeah"

"The answer is simple, I didn't ask because Dalton's prom is a Senior Prom and I was just a Sophomore."

"I know we're the same age but you seemed so much older back then." Sam remembered how when he met Blaine he thought he was older than Kurt. He was surprised when Finn and Rachel told him Blaine had not only transferred to McKinley but was a Junior. "Anyway, are you going to post the video Santana made on your YouTube channel?"

"I asked her to get approval from Bibbi first. This spread is about girlfriends and their boyfriends not her godson and his boyfriend. But, I really do need to get something on there soon."

Sam began to change. He still had two more scenarios to shoot, the first being Bad Boy Boyfriend. It was going to take a while to get into the leather pants they had him wearing. "Dude, you launched the site Saturday with the epic Warbler/New Direction version of In the End and you and Santana singing You + Ur Hand at CallBacks. Sunday, you and Brittany announced Fondue for Two was moving to the channel and sang Hey, there Delilah…technically, Hey, there Santana. Plus, all those other videos of you performing went up…except, of course, you and Rachel doing Don't You Want Me. Monday, you posted a video announcing the Julliard concert would be live streamed."

He could see the wheels were still spinning in Blaine's head, so he walked over (without zipping the pants because…seriously, could they be any tighter?) and grabbed his over obsessive best friend by the shoulders "Dude, today is Tuesday."

"I know but…"

"Wasn't this supposed to be a small project to finish up your Community Service hours for graduation? You already have 50,000 subscribers and by the way, the non-profit the money goes to doesn't have a name. Why don't you focus on that…you know, after all the other shit you have to do like your NYADA performance and Julliard concert. And don't forget getting ready for Nationals. Although, you sending out an email asking for song suggestions was a wake-up call for me to get my shit straight, especially since I don't know what I'm going back to as far as Mr. Schue's suspension. So, thanks, I guess."

Blaine rolled his eyes and then went and sat on one of the couches so Sam could finish getting dressed. He knew he should head off to Julliard but he wanted Sam to answer something first. "Fine, I'll let it go when you finally tell me why you didn't get a hair cut today. You've been bitching about it for 2 weeks."

"I got a haircut today."

"You got a trim and a shave. The floor around you looked like someone had cleaned out a hairbrush while around me it looked like someone brought in their pet poodle. Talk."

"Um, so, ok, well…I decided not to sign with Abercrombie and they were the ones who wanted me to have a more All-American look."

Blaine sat up straighter because he was surprised to say the least. "Sam, that was a lot of money."

"I know but with everything else going…not that." Sam knew Blaine's mind immediately to the offers from Julliard and NYADA he had received. "They wanted me to start right away but in the next 3 months there are Nationals and graduation. I want to enjoy this time and be a kid for a little while longer. You might want to try it."

Blaine understood where Sam was coming from. As much as what he was doing was his dream for the future, he was looking forward to being back at Dalton. In spite of all this, he knew Sam wasn't giving him the whole story. "Ok, I get it, but come on, I know there's more."

Sam took a deep breath. He had no idea why this was so hard to tell Blaine. "Ok, you know how my modeling dream is to get my abs on the side of a bus?"

"Yes, and as someone who appreciates your abs I have faith you will achieve your goal someday."

"Thanks, but what if I told you Calvin Klein wants to put my abs, and me in their underwear, on a 90 ft. billboard in Times Square?"

"No shit?"

"No shit."

Blaine was off the couch in a flash and had Sam locked into the tightest hug they had ever shared, then pushed him away to finish getting ready. "Sam this is amazing!" he exclaimed as he sat back down. "When will it go up?"

"Um…I don't know if I'm going to do it. When I talked to Brody…"

Those last 5 words practically short-circuited Blaine's brain "You told Brody about Calvin Klein's offer and didn't tell me?"

"Yeah" Sam stated matter-of-factly, surprised at Blaine's reaction "He was the one who suggested if I was unsure to wait until after graduation. Calvin Klein was ok with a 3 month delay, Abercrombie wasn't."

"And I agree with his advice, but Sam, why did you go to Brody, a guy you barely know, and not me, your best friend?"

Sam realized why he had been apprehensive about telling Blaine…this conversation. He looked at the clock and he still had another half hour before he had to be at his next shoot. Now was not the time for this but he knew Blaine wouldn't let go. "Because he understands."

"I could understand if you told me."

Shit! Sam pulled off the leather pants. He had to take a seat and there was no sitting in those things. He went to the other side of the couch Blaine was on and they both turned in to face each other. "No, you can't and before you start protesting, hear me out. These past few days have been amazing with the music and the photoshoot and I obviously have no problem with my picture out there. But, what happens when some nice lady from Kentucky has her husband take her on a fancy trip to NYC and while she's touring Times Square she looks up to see 90 feet of White Chocolate?"

"Oh, Sam."

"Blaine, if I take the Calvin Klein job, my past will come out. My agent pretty much guaranteed it."

"And you think Calvin Klein would have a problem with it?"

"No, I told Calvin Klein…"

"Your parents?" Blaine interrupted. "I thought you told them?"

"No, one of those nice ladies in Kentucky stopped my mom in the supermarket to say how sorry she was my parents had to send me away, but how it was probably best they got me out of Stallionz before I got involved in anything too bad."

Blaine thought he was going to vomit. The worst thing he had ever done had just slapped him in the face. "And I accused you of being for sale."

He began to back away but Sam grabbed his arm. So instead, Blaine turned his head in shame. Sam wasn't going to let that happen either. "Look at me…Damn it, Anderson, look at me." He did but it only made the tears flow harder. "The thought never crossed my mind. Ok? There are two things stopping me from accepting the offer and neither one of them is you."

"Then what?"

"Not what, who…Stevie and Stacie."

Blaine pulled back, but this time Sam let him go and they settled back into their previous spots. "Sam, they love you so much. They would understand. Hell, they would love you more knowing what you did for them."

"Yeah, I know, but they're 9 years-old, Blaine. Other kids are mean and they don't go to a school like Dalton."

"We could find them one" Blaine mumbled, feeling helpless. Sam was right…kids are mean. But, that still didn't answer "So, you went to Brody because..?"

"I told you, he understands what I'm going through in a way no one else, even you my bestest friend, ever will."

"How?"

"Did you know he changed his focus at NYADA from performance arts to choreography?" Blaine shook his head. His conversations with Brody had been superficial at best. "He thought about what would happen if one of his former, you know, clients saw him onstage. Sure, he used a fake name…but still. He wouldn't have control over the situation and the thought scares him. What he said made sense to me."

"It does, it all makes perfect sense, but still…" Blaine didn't finish but dropped his head in a sign of defeat. "I'm just afraid I'm going to lose you too."

"Uh, what? Who have you lost?" Sam asked. Blaine had a habit of changing the topic of a conversation without warning. It was extremely irritating.

"I've had 4 best friends in my life…Tommy, Beat, Kurt and you. You're the only one I've got left and now you and Brody…"

"Whoa, slowdown cowboy. Ok, number one, I would have been more than happy to talk about this with Brody AND you but you were having sexy-times with your boyfriend last night and I didn't want to interrupt."

Blaine gave a slight smile but, if he was honest, it was for a memory of the mentioned sexy-time with Sebastian. "What's number two?"

"Beat…how have you lost him? We were just at his big, fancy house on the beach in Malibu. You know, best friend bonding time before everyone else got to LA. And why are you calling him Beat and not Drum?"

"Because we're not Drum and Bud anymore, no matter how hard we've tried. I blew it. It's all my fault. You want to know the real reason I didn't invite Kurt to Dalton's prom?"

"Ha! I knew you were older. You're probably one of those people who just keep taking on new identities so you never have to graduate. How old are you really? 28? 30?"

"Shut up!" Blaine laughed, reaching across the couch to give Sam a shove. "No, I'm 18 and I really was a Sophomore but, not trying to sound all Alpha Gay or anything, I was Blaine Warbler. I could have got in."

"So, why didn't you?"

"Because at the time, a large group of the guys, Beat included, were convinced Kurt had been a New Directions spy, and not the endearing kind. The Jesse St. James kind."

"Wait? What? No, when Puck sent him it was never anything like that. I was there." Although, Sam had to admit he could see how the Warblers came to the conclusion considering Kurt was back at McKinley only 2 weeks after the New Directions won Regionals and were headed to New York.

"I know, we all know now but at the time it seemed like a real possibility. Then I transferred. Beat was the only one who knew Sugar was involved in my decision so he wasn't upset like the others. Plus, we talked on a regular basis and had monthly sleepovers. Then Slushie-gate happened and I let Kurt talk me into cutting off all contact with the Warblers. Beat was the guy who held me through the nightmares when I first got to Dalton and I cut him out of my life because Kurt told me to."

If Blaine was expecting empathy from his friend, he was sorely mistaken. "Ok, this pity party ends now. I love you, Bro, but you are going to sit there and listen while I tell you some truths you need to hear. You have to stop trying to fix all the wrongs of the past and start talking to people. Have you told any of this to Beat?" Blaine was slightly afraid so he just shook his head. "On the car ride to Julliard you are to call Beat, ask him about how it went at BFI and then set a date for when you get back to Dalton to talk about all this shit. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good, next…"

"Next?"

"I said truth…s, so yes, next, you've got to let Seb deal with whatever he's dealing with. You can't fix it, just be there for him when he needs you. Oh, and Dude, I know there is not a chance in hell I'll convince you to pull back on all the consequences you have planned, but talking your parents into buying a fucking building?"

"It's not like it's in Manhattan" Blaine responded like it made a difference. "And my parents didn't buy it. I did."

Did he really just say that? "Uh, more information, please."

"Long story short, anytime Cooper came begging for money, my dad would put the same amount in an account for me, you know, only fair. I didn't want to be like Cooper so I asked my dad to teach me how to invest it. He did, I'm really good at it, which you knew from the Fight Club money. So, since I was constantly investing and reinvesting, the account didn't have the same structure as my trust fund. When I turned 18 I didn't need my dad's ok for anything, although I don't know if he's aware of that."

"So, your parents not only didn't buy the building, they don't know you did? You are in so much trouble."

"Well, they shouldn't have accused me of being brain damaged."

"They did not."

"They implied it."

For some reason Sam had believed Blaine was past the whole "Intervention" fiasco. Obviously, he was wrong. "You need to talk to your family, Blaine."

"The only member of my family I want to talk to is Sugar and she's not answering my calls…or texts…or anything else I can think of."

Ah, an opening! "Make you a deal. I get Sugar to talk to you and you talk to your folks about all that crap that happened before we left for LA…and Cooper."

"Deal." Blaine smiled despite the fact Sam had basically tricked him into having a conversation with his parents he didn't want to have. To be honest, at this point he would do just about anything to find out what was going on with Sugar. "Thanks, Sammy. I'm sorry I was such an ass about Brody."

"Yes, you were, but as long as you promise you know it had nothing to do with the whole "For Sale" crap, we're good."

"Then we're good."

"And Blaine, you forgot a best friend."

"Bas doesn't count…Oh shit, Santana."

"I want it noted I am saving your life by agreeing to never speak of your lapse in memory." Sam looked at the clock. He really did have to get those leather pants back on but first he had to ask "It's 2PM. Have you waited long enough?"

"Yeah, Kurt should be at his meeting. I can get out of here."

"Does he still think he's meeting with Isabelle?"

"He does." Blaine's tone made Sam do a double take. "He's meeting with someone else first. I'm giving him an out."

"What do you mean?"

"My mom's cousin works at CNN. I sent an anonymous tip saying if he wanted the real information on what happened with Congressman Hummel to be at Vogue at 2PM. If Kurt tells the truth and admits it was him and not Burt, I'll let everything go."

"Dude, he's not going to do it."

"If Kurt were to talk to anyone it would be him. I have to believe when Burt agreed to take the blame, Kurt didn't know his dad would face criminal charges and jail time."

"And if he lets Burt take the blame?"

"All hell will be unleashed."

"As long as I get to help." Sam stood up and stretched. Blaine hadn't realized he was only in his underwear until Nichole walked in and let out a gasp.

"Oh, um, Sam, Santana said they're running about 30 minutes behind" she stammered, trying to look anywhere but at the perfectly sculpted figure in front of her. "And Blaine, Mercedes said you need to call Brody immediately. Something about him sending up the Bat Signal. Yeah, ok, bye."

Nichole was gone as quickly as she had come in, but it was enough to make Blaine groan in frustration. The message about Brody was bad but the expression on Sam's face was something he didn't want to deal with but knew he had to. "It's you."

Sam turned from staring where Nichole had exited from "What's me?"

"The guy Nichole has feelings for so she dumped Jeff because it wasn't fair to him, it's you. I didn't want you to know but I've only seen that expression on you once before and it wasn't when you were with Brittany or met Nari. It was when you and Mercedes were at your best. Sam, I love you but I'm going to be selfish and ask you to think hard before you act on this information. Jeff is still heartbroken and I don't want this to turn into a question of my loyalties between you and the Warblers."

Even though he was wrapping his mind around what Blaine said, Sam understood where he was coming from. "Yeah, no problem. Go, call Brody. We'll talk later."

Blaine did go and Sam headed over to the dreaded leather pants, his mind racing. He was the guy Nichole had feelings for? He had never considered it, even with the time they had spent together. That didn't mean he wasn't thrilled…beyond thrilled…as in, settle down boy, you don't need those pants to be any tighter. He decided to shift focus by texting Jake to see if he knew what was going on with Sugar. He would still be in class, but by the time Sam was done with the next shoot he should have a response.

From Sam: Hey, what's up with Sugar? Blaine's freaking out.

He set his phone down but before he could walk away there was a response.

From Jake: How did he find out?
From Sam: WTF? Call me.
From Jake: Can't. Things just got bat-shit crazy.

Notes:

My big vacation and Seblaine Week are over so the boys should be back on a more regular basis.

Ok, show of hands, when Blaine was introduced how many of you thought he was older? I have always assumed the reason they brought him to McKinley and made him a Junior (I vividly remember thinking WTF when Blaine said the words) was so they had someone to carry the New Directions when the Seniors left. As much as I obviously love Sam, he wasn't really Sam until Blam, plus at the time Chord was off the show. Also, if they were going to make Blaine younger why didn't they just give us the Warbler spin-off we (and the Warblers) deserved? Rant over.

As always, thank you for reading.