Chapter two – Blackbird

"So, tell me what happened, dude," Puck said curiously. He moved himself up, so that Sam had to too. Sam sighed deeply to prepare himself as he got some courage when Puck took his hand and softly brushed his lips against the back of it.

"Okay, so… I was already in bed, trying to sleep…

"Samual, come down for a minute, would you?"

The lights turned on in my bedroom when I heard my mother speak. There was something in the tone of her voice that made the alarm bells in my head go off. She sounded… Flat. Like, without any emotion, as if everything went dark inside her heart. So I was kind of nervous when I walked down the stairs.

"Sit down," my father said briefly.

I took a seat on the opposite side of my parents and I noticed my dad was holding something in his hands.

"What's wrong?" I asked clueless.

I tried to look at my mom, but she turned away her gaze. The room filled with tension and all the bad things I once had done, came back to my mind."

"Was I in it?" Puck asked.

"No," Sam smiled a little when he thought about that, "I guess our relationship didn't feel as something bad to me." Tears began welling in his eyes.

"When I asked that question," he continued his story, "my dad just simply stood up and walked over to me, handing me my phone.

I awkwardly took it from him and looked at the screen. In that moment, the world crashed down on me. I was staring at a text I sent you, telling you I liked you. A shiver rolled down my spine when I looked at my dad and saw the look in his eyes.

"I am so disappointed in you Samual. After all that we've taught you…" he shook his head disapprovingly.

"But, I can explain…" I said. I still don't how I would have, but it doesn't matter, because I he didn't gave me a chance to do so.

"I don't want to hear it, Sam!" my dad yelled at me, "do you even know what you're putting us through? Do you even realize how ashamed we are of you?"

"But, I-"

"How can you be so selfish?" my dad continued. My mother looked at me as if I had suddenly transformed into a monster. I started tearing up.

"Of course I thought of you when I acknowledged my feelings for Puck," I said with a broken tone in my voice, "but I thought you wanted me to be happy…?"

"How can you be happy with a man?" My dad asked furiously, "how could that be more important than our feelings? I mean, look at your mother, look what you did to her!"

My mother started sobbing and I can tell you, that was the worst feeling I've ever felt in my entire life.

"I don't want you to go to hell, Sammy," she said softly, while rubbing the tears from her cheeks.

My heart broke at that moment. Can you imagine? My own mother who believed I was going to hell for going after my feelings.

"Mom, I will not, don't worry," I said, as I started crying.

"Stop weeping, sissy boy," my father hissed at me. He stepped towards me and I stood up from the chair, preparing myself for the worst. However, my father took my arms quickly and turned them on my back, walking me towards the door.

"I'm still the same…" I cried.

"Shut up. We don't know you anymore," my father whispered in my ear.

"I'm still the same!" I yelled, now kicking and screaming out of panic.

My dad opened the front door and threw me out, along with my jacket. I tripped over my feet and felt the cold pavement his my face. When I got up and turned around, I saw Stevie and Stacy staring at me, with big eyes, from up the stairs. I was mortified when I saw the look on their faces, but before I could do anything, my dad had already thrown the door shut. I must've stand there for almost half an hour, doing nothing. My mind couldn't grasp on what was actually going on…"

There was it. Now in full sight of Puck's eyes, for the first time in their relationship, he broke down. Completely. Puck was still in shock from what he just heard. He looked into the emerald eyes of the blonde boy, who was crying right in front of him. The white in his eyes began turning red when Sam looked away, to the sealing. He set his nails in his arm and started scratching. Trying to even-out the pain he felt inside. His view became black and he was reliving all the emotions from tonight. His mind was playing a trick on him and he didn't how to stop it. He just knew he had to get rid of it. Puck needed a moment to realize what was going on. He could see how frustrated the boy was, but he didn't know how the handle it. When he saw Sam's fist aiming for the brick wall on the side of his bed, he knew he had to do something though, so he did the first thing that came to his mind.

Sam felt his arms being pulled to his back, again. He panicked and started breathing uncontrollably. Puck immediately realized how stupidly he was handling this. He rolled his eyes at himself, but thought twice about letting go. When he heard Sam gasp for air he knew he wouldn't. Instead, he got up on his knees and stuck his feet forward, locking his legs around the blonde's waist.

"It's okay, I got you, calm down," he spoke softly.

When Sam heard Puck's voice, his eyes began forming dark colors and shapes again. It was like he was being pulled back out of his own mind. Puck felt Sam's body relax.

"That's it, see, you're safe."

And again, tears started welling up in Sam's eyes. He felt his body collapsing into Puck's. Puck was still holding Sam's arms, but now he had put them around the boy's chest. It must have looked kind of funny, his arms and legs wrapped around Sam.

"I'm a mess," Sam whispered sobbingly.

"I don't care. It's gonna be alright. I will personally see to that," Puck said with a grin on his face.

Sam smiled and grabbed Puck's hands, his thumb softly brushing against his knuckles.

"Can I let go of you now?" Puck asked after a while, "this position really hurts my back."

Sam burst out in a laugh.

"Yes, you can."

Puck smiled, satisfied with the fact he made his boyfriend laugh again. He let go of him and laid down under the sheets, on his side. Sam took a deep breath and then did the same, facing Puck.

They just laid there, looking into each other's eyes. Sam found peace in Puck's hazel ones and Puck saw Sam's emeralds slowly closing. Puck smiled softly.

"You can go to sleep," he said, while laying his hand on Sam's cheek, "It's going to be okay, dude."

And Sam let himself go, off to another world.