Author's Note: Hey guys. I have another drabble for my series of drabbles, Breakaway for you. So…um, who all remembers that wanky Jam (Joe/Sam) fic I published before the Sadie Hawkins episode of Glee? Some of you probably don't remember, but that was probably the wankiest piece I've written to date (well, that's my opinion). Well, this drabble has Jam in it, just so you'll know. No, it is not a continuation of Picture Perfect, the wanky Jam fic, for it is in a different scenario. You'll see what happens when you read. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Joe wants to deny the fact that he likes Sam – and worse, had sex with him. However, his heart tells him otherwise.

Featured Pairings: Jam (Joe/Sam), Unrequited!Blam (Blaine/Sam)

Chapter Three
It Didn't Happen (Then Again, It Did)

"I'm not gay."

If anything, Joe Hart got himself pulled into one of the most unusual scenarios possible. Who would've thought that he would end up lying down on his back on a bed that wasn't his? Who would've thought that he would ever make the decision to have sex before he even got married? But most of all, who would've thought that he would end up having sex with someone of the same gender?

The day had finally come. Not only Joe got laid, but he got laid by a close friend, Sam Evans, who Joe seemed to be pretty attracted to. Day one, Joe thought he would just see Sam as a best friend, let alone a brother he never had. P.E. classes were so cruel to Joe in school, for he and Sam shared the same gym period. Whenever Joe got the chance, he would glance over for a second and watch as Sam pulled his shirt off, revealing his nicely-built abs.

Unfortunately, Joe came from a really strict household. If his parents would ever find out that he was gay for another male, then they'd strike him for sinning. No wonder his mother told him to change in the bathroom stalls instead of by the lockers with the other guys.

But with Sam, it didn't feel like sinning at all. It was…pleasurable, in a way. Of course, they had to keep their so-called friendship on the down low since everyone knew Joe as the straight and heavily religious Christian teen. Joe didn't know how today he ended up doing the deed and allowing Sam to take his virginity away, but the timing felt right to him.

Not only that, but he couldn't resist the urge neither. All he thought about was the irritating erections he kept having.

However, now, Joe didn't feel as comfortable. The sex part, really.

An hour ago, he and Sam were at a party with a couple of other friends that was hosted by a glee club member, Jake Puckerman. The biracial teen insisted on Joe having a few swigs of beer to lessen him up. The dreadlocked teen was resistant at first, but then had a couple of cups until he got light-headed and felt the need to move around and have fun.

It was when the music to Chris Brown's Strip started playing on the stereo when the blonde boy danced his way over and grabbed Joe unexpectedly. No one had even noticed that they were going towards the guest bedroom of the house since they were too busy drunk dancing and doing the most outrageous stuff.

Teen Jesus had gotten so drunk; he didn't realize what he was up to. He had just been slowly drunk dancing with Sam in the guest room and sharing silent laughs and playful slaps across the arms. Sam had unexpectedly slapped Joe's behind, which made him surprised and a bit kinky at the same time.

And…well, it just led to all of this that Joe never thought he would be doing. His parents were probably wondering where he was by now. If Joe had left now, his parents would probably be up, interrogating him on what happened while he was gone. Unfortunately, Joe didn't have another excuse for what he was doing all this time.

Joe felt the blonde's arm shift a bit over Joe's stomach. He had been laying there stomach down on the mattress next to the dreadlocked boy for the past fifteen minutes after they did it to each other. He looked ahead at Joe's uncomfortable and worn-out face. "So you didn't like it?"

Joe knew he already came onto him about the whole homosexuality thing. They actually did it with each other, so why not?

"Sam, I'm not gay." Joe repeated again, still staring at the ceiling and trying to catch the least bit of breath he had.

The buff boy leaned on his left hand and shifted a bit away from Teen Jesus. "I understand that you don't want your parents to see you a different way." He caught Joe turn towards him with an emotionless facial expression. Sam just shrugged. "What, you thought I didn't know?"

Joe didn't respond; he just turned away to look back at the ceiling. His mother was probably calling the police, or his father might be yelling out prayers and Bible verses from where he sat on his comforter. Joe sighed in defeat. "My mom and dad cannot know about this."

Joe can't confess anything to them when he got back home. They couldn't know about this. And Joe didn't want to remember all that happened – even though the liquor pretty much made him forget forty percent of what happened. The guilt would just sink in, and he would end up confessing himself, and the unthinkable would come from his parents.

But his conscious kept on pulling the truth towards him. It was actually true, and Joe didn't know how to erase neither the thought nor the memory. He was actually gay. He was one-hundred percent gay for a nicely-built blonde kid by the name of Sam Evans.

And for the first time ever in his life, Joe actually likes being touched by a male… That sounded pretty awkward.

"Is that why you said you weren't gay…because you're scared of what your parents would say?" Sam asked, concerned, which earned him a nod coming from the dreadlocked boy. Sam grabbed the bed sheet, which covered the least bit of his ass and legs, and scooted up closer so his face would meet Joe's. "We both know what it feels like when we want someone to be…accepting. You know that, right?"

"Your parents found out that you were gay?" Joe asked him, and Sam nodded. Joe tensed up a bit. "Did they get mad at you?"

Sam shrugged, which made Joe curious about Sam's background. Maybe they were just as religious as Joe's parents, but let him be a little loose one time or another. Joe still couldn't imagine how they allowed him to have sex at a strip club, unless they didn't pay attention to him around that time.

"My dad got a little uncomfortable, and my mom is concerned about me," the blonde continued, which made Joe even more nervous. "But they still thought of me as their son, regardless. I'm not sure about my little brother Stevie, though. He thinks I'm better off hanging out with Stacey since he thinks being gay makes you more…feminine. Stacey doesn't mind much."

Joe was still a bit hesitant. His parents were way different from Sam's, let alone Joe's father. He was very strict with Joe sometimes, and it got to the point where Joe feared him about forty-five percent of the time. He still loved his father, but…well, he actually liked Sam, too, which was a problem.

"I'm sure your parents will accept you, too," Sam spoke up, and Joe turned towards him in surprise. "Remember when we were going door-to-door on Valentine's Day with Mercedes and Quinn last year? I got a chance to meet them, and they seemed liked pretty nice people."

Joe shrugged timidly. "You don't know them as much as I do."

Sam smirked and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you denying my psychic ability?"

"You know you don't have that ability," Joe chuckled.

"I know you've been longing for me ever since you met me." This made Joe pause for a minute to deadpan at the blonde, who had a wild, shit-eating grin on his face. Joe couldn't help but giggle at him. It was true, after all. This time, Joe didn't regret it. It felt like a different feeling compared to liking Sam, but having to hide his feelings due to his Christianity.

It got quiet for a minute. Joe was tired, though it had been minutes ago when he and Sam gave each other up. The dreadlocked boy rested his head back on the pillow, deep in thought. "Sam?" he spoke up. "Can I tell you something else?"

"Shoot," Sam replied as he grabbed a bottle of water from the lamp stand nearest him.

"Now that I know you're gay and stuff," Joe began, "I've always thought you would go for someone else."

Sam frowned for a bit. "What do you mean?"

Joe looked at Sam with worried eyes, gripping onto the edge of the bed sheet that sat on his lap. "Blaine Anderson," he replied nervously. Sam's eyebrows rose understandably as he took a sip of his water bottle. "It's just that…well, you two have been hanging out a lot lately," Joe continued, "and it looks like you'd rather hang with him than me. So…"

Sam chuckled, which made Joe even more nervous. His hand balled up into a nervous fist, gripping onto the bed sheet as he looked closer at the blonde's facial expression. "Dude, Blaine and I are bros," Sam replied, relaxed, "but we'd never be…like that together. Plus, he's having a boyfriend hangover with his old pal, Kurt, who moved to New York."

"They broke up?" Joe asked.

Sam nodded. "I told him about my reaction to him being attracted to me. We're still cool, though the whole incident was a bit awkward. I was almost convinced that the breath mints in his pocket was an actual boner." Joe frowned and looked away, confused. Yeah, maybe that was a little bit awkward.

Joe felt Sam's hand ghost over to Joe's hip, and Sam's fingers danced on it slowly and playfully, which made Teen Jesus tickle and giggle. A smile spread on his face, and he turned back to the blonde, who had a matching smile. Every time Sam wiggled his fingers there, Joe got a bit jumpy, excited, and giggly at the same time, which pleased him and the blonde that liked fooling around with him.

"You wanna go again?" the blonde asked, with an eager grin spreading on his face and his eyes looking up at Joe's.

Joe couldn't resist it; he scooted up to a seating position, and Sam joined him at his side, bringing his left arm behind his back and closing up on Joe's face. His lips started touching his, and Joe reciprocated this action, ghosting his hand over to Sam's right hip. Joe still wanted to see what it was like with a girl; but Sam's an expert kisser, and he just couldn't believe it.

"Dude…" Joe looked into Sam's eyes. "I'm gonna rock your world again."

Joe playfully rolled his eyes and slapped Sam's bicep, lowering himself down on the mattress and laying stomach down. "Just do it to me."

"You got it."

Author's Note: Wanky. No seriously, that was wanky.

Oh, and BTW, my review for Sweet Dreams – did not like it at all. Like, it was the third – or second – most boring episode this season IMO, along with Makeover and Swan Song. I just didn't like it. I felt everyone was off their shit for that episode, even the writers. I've also heard the songs for Lights Out – awesome. We Will Rock You was the best song out of all of them. As we speak, I'm on my twenty-third listen. LOL.

Well, I hope you guys will stay turned to my next drabble. I hope you liked this one!