Eight Weeks

A/N: I want to start off by saying thank-you so much for the amazing response I received on the first part of this! Your alerts, favourites and reviewers were all so amazing and I thank every single one of you! I hope this update is fast enough for you guys, I had a crazy busy week of assignments and midterms and then I treated myself to a little Doctor Who marathon! But yes, here is the second part! And I am happy to announce that there will be a part 3 to this as ideas change and I wrote more than I thought I was going to! That update will probably be around the same time frame as this one was. I really hope you guys like this! I have never written Sam before and also never really connected with his character so I hope I did okay with him!

I'll stop talking now. I hope you are happy with what I've written here and please let me know in a review! Thank-you thank-you, read on!

I don't own glee or it's characters.

Blaine turned his phone off and threw it across the room. He stared at the spot where it hit the wall. There was a tiny bit of light coming in from the streetlight outside his window. Blaine sat in silence, breathing quietly. Tears escaped without him noticing and after a few silent minutes he climbed off the bed, crossed the floor, picked up his phone and set it on the desk.

When Blaine turned back to the bed, he saw that the clock read 4:04 AM. He stood completely still. It felt as though if he made any movement at all the walls would crumble and crush him. Everything was quiet. It felt strange, like something wasn't right. Blaine's eyes wondered around the room looking for nothing in particular but somehow he knew that something was there. His breath came a little faster but was silent. Blaine carefully lifted his foot to take a step forward. As soon as his foot touched the ground again there was a CRASH!

Blaine spun around just as the door flew open. Then he was frozen; he couldn't even blink. He was just stuck there waiting to see what was going to come through the door. Blaine's heart was racing and he started to feel panic from not being about to move. He felt stuck and suffocated. Then the streetlight went out, casting darkness into his room. Everything was completely black. Blaine struggled against the invisible hold but couldn't break free. He could only stare at the door. He stared and stared, hearing heavy footsteps and waiting to see who came along with them. Waiting, and waiting. The footsteps getting closer and closer. But no one ever came. Nobody reached the door. The footsteps got closer but the waiting just got longer. Blaine's heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn't breath anymore. He was scared and blind. The footsteps were loud in his ears and the darkness pierced his eyes.

Then the footsteps stopped and there was a strong hand on Blaine's shoulder. There was a large shadow cast in front of him. It looked like a monster. But how can the monster have a shadow? Blaine thought, there's no light. The hand spun him around and he came face to face with –

"Eli – "

"NO!" Blaine woke up screaming for the second time that night. He was sobbing and shaking all over again. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to erase the images from his mind but it was no use. He needed light; he didn't want it to be dark anymore. Blaine reached over to turn the lamp on beside his bed and saw the clock, reading 4:04 AM. He felt a chill run through his body but blinked it away.

Relieved that he could see again, he noticed his phone was sitting on the floor across the room. He shook his head trying to keep things straight and got up to put it on the desk.

Blaine went to the bathroom sink and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up. There was no way he was falling back to sleep tonight. He grabbed a blanket and a book from his room then quietly made his way downstairs to the couch, where he settled down and allowed the words to pull him away from reality.

Sam had known for a long time that Blaine wasn't okay. But he always thought that he was just upset about the break up with Kurt. It was all very confusing to Sam; he didn't really understand why any of it happened. He couldn't see Blaine doing that to Kurt but well, it did. And Sam assumed that Blaine was just feeling awful and upset about it.

But after what happened at school yesterday, he wasn't so sure. There must be something more to it. Or something else must have happened to make Blaine this… this what? Upset? Mad? Or was he scared of something? Sam had no clue what to think about any of it but after this long, he finally knew that he had to do something. Even though he didn't think he was the best person for it, and secretly wished there was someone else to notice (How has no one else noticed? Or do they really just not care?) Blaine was Sam's friend. He had assured Blaine that they were friends when they won the election and now he had to live up to it. He just hoped that he would somehow know what to say.

Sam found Blaine standing at his locker at school the next day before first period. He made his way to where Blaine was standing, staring into nothing.

"Blaine?" Sam asked softly making sure not to touch him. Blaine flinched a bit, startled that someone was talking to him, but turned to Sam. Blaine just looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

The first thing that Sam noticed was how pale Blaine was, and the bags under his eyes told him that he probably hadn't sleep in days. The second thing was the look in his eyes. There was no spark of excitement; they weren't bright and cheerful like they normally were. Blaine was always so excited about everything and for Sam to see that completely gone scared him a bit. After a moment, Sam heard Blaine clear his throat and realized that he was yet to continue talking.

"Oh uh, right. Um, hey!" Sam began lamely. Blaine nodded and then began to turn back to his locker, "I—uh, I wanted to see if you were alright. I mean, after yesterday. I texted you but never got an answer and so I thought I would come talk to you now, and um, see if you were okay. So… are you okay?" Well that could've gone smoother.

Blaine looked surprised for a moment then dropped his gaze to the floor. "Yeah," he began quietly, "I got your texts sorry I was um, really busy last night. And I'm fine, thanks." Blaine kept studying his shoes and Sam raced to find something better to say than the last time.

"Okay, cool. That's really good to hear, I was—I was worried about you Blaine." Blaine's eyes shot up to look at Sam, surprising him. But he didn't drop his gaze; he wanted to make sure that Blaine believed him.

"Do you want to hang out after school? We could go to my house, play some video games, order pizza? Just a chill night, you in?" Sam said suddenly. Maybe Blaine is just lonely and he needs someone to hang out with. I can do that.

Blaine considered Sam's request for a minute, he wasn't sure if he wanted that. All he felt like doing was lying down and staring at the ceiling. He didn't think he would be a good person to hang out with and Sam would probably get bored and yet, he somehow found himself agreeing to Sam's eager offer with a nod.

"Alright, awesome man. Meet at my car after school? See you later!" Sam smiled and left Blaine at his locker.

Okay cool, good start. He agreed to hang out this is good. Okay. Sam was slightly panicking. He wasn't sure if he would be able to help Blaine. He had no idea what he was doing. Maybe if I just get him to talk to me I'll know what going on and then I can help him.

Blaine didn't say a word to anyone all day. His classes were just blurs and all he heard in the halls were faint echoes. He was tired and his mind was completely clouded, his thoughts angrily trapping anything new from entering.

Without thinking about it, he found himself waiting by Sam's car at the end of the day. He still wasn't sure why he agreed to this. He didn't know how he was supposed to be around anyone anymore. He didn't trust himself to talk. But he knew that he desperately wanted a friend right now. Maybe even needed one.

Sam came a couple minutes later and smiled at Blaine before unlocking the doors so that both boys could climb in. Blaine didn't say anything and Sam wasn't sure what he should say so he just turned up the radio as they drove out of the parking lot.

Sam didn't normally like having people over because his house was so small and there just wasn't much to it. But he knew that Blaine wouldn't mind and he wouldn't judge.

"Want a drink or anything Blaine?" Sam asked politely when they entered the empty house.

"No thank-you," Blaine answered quietly. Sam nodded in return and smiled.

"Okay, so video games it is then! We can order food a bit later, unless you're hungry now?" Sam started to quickly tidy the mess that was his living room and spoke to Blaine who was leaning against the doorframe.

"Later is fine," Blaine said and Sam nodded. After a slight hesitation, Blaine spoke again, "Do you want any help with that?"

"Nah, I got it, thanks though." Sam shoved the piles of clothes and papers under the small table in the corner and then motioned for Blaine to sit on the now unoccupied couch. Sam grabbed the controllers and sat down next to him, "Alright, here we go!"

Blaine was having fun. But he knew he couldn't think about it because then he would know he was having fun and if he knew then he would have to make himself stop. So he just let it happen. It was so relaxing, just hanging out with Sam, occasionally chatting about nothing in particular, getting lost in the game and even laughing at Sam's random impressions. There was no thought to it, this was easy.

After an hour or so of gaming, Sam decided it was a good time to order the pizza. He quickly called and then returned to the living room where he found Blaine staring into space with his eyebrows pressed together tightly.

"Hey, everything alright man?" Sam spoke up, making Blaine jump. Blaine had been talking to him like it was nothing just a few moments ago and now the lost look was back in his eyes. Blaine looked up at him to respond,

"Um, yeah I'm fine. Fine." Blaine rubbed his eyes and gave his head a shake; he could feel the thoughts he had pushed away an hour ago slowly creeping back into his mind. "I think I'm just tired is all."

Sam sat beside him again, worried. "Look Blaine, I really meant it. When I said you could talk to me. You don't have to pretend anymore. I know something's wrong, just tell me."

"There's nothing to tell," Blaine whispered. He watched as Sam carefully placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Blaine, I can see something's bothering you, just tell me," Sam said. Blaine shut his eyes tightly and shook his head.

"No, there's nothing to tell. I'm fine," he said again.

Sam was not convinced at all, "Blaine look at me. Come on, I just want to help you. I can see something's wrong, everyone can."

Blaine laughed, surprising Sam, "It's not like anyone cares then. If you're so sure that everyone can see it then tell me this, why does no one care?" Blaine could feel himself getting angrier. He was tired crying and being scared. He was mad. But he had yet to let that show.

Sam stopped; he had no clue how to respond to that. He knew everyone else had distanced themselves from Blaine, unsure of how to handle the whole situation.

"I care—" Sam started before Blaine finally looked at him.

"No you don't. Why would you? No one else does. And you know what, I don't blame them." Blaine was on his feet now, practically shaking. Sam stayed on the couch, waiting for Blaine to say the next word. He knew Blaine was angry, and he also knew that only way to fix that was to let it out.

Blaine ran his fingers through his hair quickly, pacing, "Of course I don't blame them because it's my fault. All of this is my fault! I messed up. I ruined everything. Of course everyone hates me! Everyone should hate me! I hate me!" Blaine was shaking and there were angry tears running down his cheeks. Sam stayed quiet, still unsure of what to say. He knew that nobody really hated him, most of them were just…mad.

"Argh, why am I so stupid?! This wasn't supposed to happen! I never meant to hurt anyone, but instead I hurt everyone! Nothing was supposed to happen!" Blaine's voice was getting louder as he paced. But his words caught Sam's attention.

"Wait, Blaine slow down, what do you mean nothing was supposed to happen? What… what exactly did happen?" Sam questioned, causing Blaine to stop pacing. The dark haired boy just shut his eyes again, not even caring that tears were still falling and almost forgetting the other boy was in the room as he spoke what he has been thinking over and over in his head for the past eight weeks,

"You know what happened, everyone does! I cheated on my boyfriend. I hurt the person that I love more than anything in the world!" Blaine was yelling now, but something about what he was saying was bothering Sam, he couldn't tell what it was. "I went to El—his house and I COULDN'T STOP IT!" Blaine yelled, his hands in his hair and eyes squeezed shut. Sam crossed the room and tried to pull Blaine's hands away from his hair.

"Blaine, stop. Calm down please, what do you mean you couldn't stop it?" Sam wasn't sure he wanted to hear what he meant because he didn't like what he guessed. "Blaine, tell me. What happened?"

Blaine didn't answer. Sam tightened his grip on Blaine's arms and tried to force them down, but that was the wrong thing to do. Blaine's eyes flew open and he shoved Sam away from him hard and Sam let go immediately.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Blaine shouted and Sam held his hands up and stepped away from the other boy.

"Okay, Blaine, I'm sorry. I'm not going to hurt you. Please tell me what's going on. Please," Sam spoke quietly; his heart was pounded as he waited, dreading the answer.

Blaine stared at him through wet eyes, breathing hard. After a few long minutes he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He blinked and shook his head, breaking eye contact with Sam who was still standing completely still.

"I can't—I'm so sorry. It's my fault, I'm sorry!" Blaine choked out the words and then he ran out, almost knocking the deliveryman, who had just arrived, over as he pulled open the door, disappearing down the street. Sam ran after him, yelling for him to come back. But Blaine disappeared before he could reach him.

Sam ran until he couldn't breathe then stopped and sat down on the curb. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He didn't want what he was guessing to be true. He pulled out his phone and called Blaine, hoping for but not counting on an answer. When he got voicemail, he left a quick message telling Blaine to please, please call him.

Then he did the only think he could think of, he dialed again, a different number this time, and waited for an answer.

After the third ring he heard, "Hello?"

"Kurt. I need to talk to you."