A/N: So… Do you even remember this story? It's been what, 3 weeks since I last updated? I've been so busy it's unreal with all the college work and Easter. I can't say this is the last time this'll happen because knowing me, it'll happen again. Thank you all again for your reviews, I love them!

This chapters quite short but don't worry, the next one is a lot longer! You'll be happy to hear I've already started it!

But just to change the subject quickly, what did you guys think of 'Shooting Star'? I've just finished watching it and holy hell, I'm an absolute mess. But how phenomenal was the acting?

Anyway, here's the chapter! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks

The morning after stargazing with Kurt, Blaine decided that he was going to see Sam Evans. He'd seen him around school occasionally but had never summoned up enough courage to approach him. The guilt still consumed him despite it not technically being his fault. Sure, he knew he wasn't the one who actually tossed him in the dumpster, but he was still there; he let them do it.

Hearing Kurt open up to him about his mother made Blaine realise that you only get one chance to live and he didn't want to waste his anymore. He'd thrown away virtually everything that made him Blaine to blend in at McKinley and in the process he became someone he didn't want to be. He didn't want to be the guy who stood and watched his friends throw innocent people into trash or cover them in slushies. He didn't want to be associated with bullies. Even though he was rarely the one to directly inflict pain onto his 'friends' chosen victims, he was still present when they did it which was just as bad. He'd escaped his own bullies to become one himself.

Talking to Sam would give Blaine some sort of closure. Befriending Kurt, joining the glee club, heck, even talking to Mr Richardson made him realise that he didn't want to spend his senior year living yet another lie.

Starting today, he decided, he was going to start erasing the 'new Blaine' and going back to being just… Blaine. No, he wasn't going to stand upon the tables with a megaphone bellowing: "Hey guys, guess what?! I'M GAY!" God no. Definitely not. He was going to take it slow, starting with Sam. He was going to find him at lunch and hopefully make amends to give him the closure he needs. He needs to apologise, not just for Sam, but for himself too.

With a new sense of determination, he made his way towards the choir room. They had been fitting in extra rehearsals this week since it was the last week they got to run through it. Opening night was on Friday. This Friday. Two days away. Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn't petrified. Just the thought made him nauseous.

He entered the choir room to find the few members of the glee club surrounding… Sam? What was Sam doing in glee club?

"Ah, Blaine! There you are," Mr Schue greeted as Blaine made his way tentatively into the room.

"What's going on?"

"Blaine, meet Sam: our new member!" Schuester announced enthusiastically.

Sam smiled shyly at Blaine, his uncertainty present in his features. Blaine stared back blankly, unsure of what to do. He'd expected at least 10 minutes or so to come up with a good speech to give to Sam when he went to apologise; what was he meant to say?

No, he told himself, you want closure, so you might as well start now.

Everyone stared at the pair awkwardly, anxiously waiting to see what happens knowing what had occurred between the two at the beginning of the year. Everyone except Kurt. Kurt was smiling at him encouragingly, nodding his head as if he was answering Blaine's inner hesitation.

That was the extra push Blaine needed. An easy grin spread across his face and he held out his hand openly.

"Welcome to the New Directions, Sam," he said warmly, shocking not only Sam, but the others present in the room. But the proud smile gracing Kurt's features was the only thing that counted, in Blaine's opinion, and made him know that he made the right move.

Blaine looked expectantly at Sam, waiting for some sort of response from him, namely acceptance. Relief hit him like a ton of bricks when Sam returned the smile brightly and firmly shook his hand. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Finn and Rachel's shoulders slump as the tension left them from the suspense.

"Right, okay guys!" Mr Schue clapped, breaking the relieved silence. "Now we have Sam on board, I was thinking we could give him one of the smaller parts in the play. Because of the shortage of numbers in this group, I know we've had to double up some of your parts, -"

"Which," Rachel interrupted – no surprise there, "is great for me to practise for when I have to play two or more parts on a Broadway show, which is what all the best stars do. Barbara –"

"Okay, Rachel! We get it," Mercedes cut her off, much to everyone's delight. There are only so many Rachel rants one can take.

"Anyway, I was thinking Sam could take the bartender part from you Finn, leaving you with only one role instead of two. I know it was confusing you a little with all the different lines," Schuester stated, looking knowingly at Finn who smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Is that okay with you, Sam?" he asked, addressing the said boy.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure!" he confirmed enthusiastically.

"Great! Now, let's get started! I want to run through the scene with Tom and Caroline… scene 5. Blaine, Rachel? Is that okay with you?"

"Certainly!" Rachel strode purposefully over to Blaine who took a cautious step back. He admired Rachel for being so determined, but sometimes it was just a little too much. He caught Kurt's eye and shook his head slightly. Kurt laughed softly and smiled sympathetically.

"Finn, will you help Sam?"

"Sure."

"Good. Thanks Finn. Now, Rachel, start from here," he pointed to the correct line on his script and Rachel nodded, flicking her hair back and clearing her throat.

"When did you know, Tommy?"

"Know what?" Blaine replied, picking up the scene easily.

"That we were in love?" Rachel gushed, smiling brightly.

"Love… Baby, believe me, you don't want to go falling in love with a guy like me."

"It's too late, Tommy. I'm crazy about you. I'm breathing, drinking it all in. Aren't you?"

"Yeah, I don't know what I'm drinking, dollface, but if this is love, pour me another glass…" Blaine surprised himself, along with the others, at how he managed to remember his lines perfectly and he had Kurt to thank for that. If wasn't for all of this help, there was no way Blaine would remember one scene let alone the whole play.

The next hour followed on a similar pattern, they'd run through scenes until they got them completely right. Blaine enjoyed this rehearsal, he got to sit and listen to Kurt run through his solo. He was getting sort of addicted to Kurt's voice. Every time he heard him sing it was like he was struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight.

"You ready to go, Blaine?" Kurt asked, coming up beside him.

"Yeah," Blaine paused, remembering his previous commitment. "Actually, you go ahead. I have something I need to do."

"You sure?" Blaine nodded and smiled watching Kurt leave.

Eyes up, Anderson. Now is not the time, he scorned himself as his eyes travelled down Kurt's departing figure.

"Hey, Sam!" he called, walking over to the said blonde. "Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked shyly.

"Yeah, sure." Sam nodded.

Blaine watched as Finn left and gave him a small nod as if he knew what Blaine was about to do. He waited until they were alone before he started talking.

"So, Sam…" Blaine started, subtly clearing his throat. "I guess I just wanted to –"

"If you're going to apologise, Blaine, I don't want to hear it," Sam interrupted.

"W-What?" Out of all the outcomes of this conversation he came up with, Blaine certainly didn't expect this.

"Come on, man, you don't need to apologise. It wasn't your fault. If anything, I was glad you came along because if you didn't, who knows what would've happened to me? Who would've been there to pull me out like you did?" Sam asked, smiling slightly.

Blaine shook his head. "Anyone would've-"

"No," Sam interrupted, again. "You know no one would've even looked inside the dumpster. And clearly none of those jerks who tossed me in there would've pulled me out or got help. I know you're better than them, Blaine. It's pretty obvious that you are, considering what you did for me. So, no, I'm not going to let you apologise because you're not the one who needs too; you're friends are. Well, are they even your friends?" he concluded his little speech, leaving Blaine frozen in awe.

"No, I guess not," Blaine laughed lightly. "Thanks, Sam."

"No, man, thank you." Sam replied, placing his hand carefully on Blaine's shoulder.

"You've totally ruined to whole speech I had planned, you know," Blaine sighed dramatically.

"Ah, sorry dude," Sam laughed. "Are we… friends?" he asked hesitantly, unsure if he had said the right thing. Blaine practically lit up at the question and smiled broadly.

"Yeah. Yeah, we are." He stated happily. Sam grinned and pulled Blaine into a hug. Blaine smiled to himself and returned the hug. He was blown away by how easily Sam accepted him and how comfortable he was doing this.

"Hey, you know what I just realised?" Sam asked as he pulled away.

"What?" Blaine asked happily.

"When you combine our names it makes 'Blam'" he said thoughtfully.

"Dude, you just gave us a couple name," Blaine laughed but couldn't help but think it was sort of cute.

"I guess I did," Sam laughed too and wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulders and guided him towards the door. "You know, I think this is the beginning of an epic bromance."

"I think so too."

Blaine left the choir room feeling much lighter than he did when he entered it. He was engulfed with the feeling of acceptance and couldn't help but smile at the thought of this new found friendship with Sam or 'bromance' as he called it.

They said their parting words and Blaine headed towards the library with an extra spring in his step. He had it. He had the closure he needed. The result of their confrontation came out a lot better than he anticipated and he definitely didn't expect the whole speech Sam gave him.

"Someone's happy," Kurt teased as Blaine sat down opposite him. "What happened? What's made you so… joyful?"

"I just talked to Sam."

"And I'm guessing it went well?"

"Extremely. He was cool about it. I mean, I was expecting him to forgive me in a way but he came out with this whole speech about how he was glad I was there and all that. He even gave us a ship name." Blaine laughed at the insanity of it all.

"A ship name? What is it?" Kurt asked with a small giggle.

"Blam," he announced with his hands to add the 'dramatic' effect.

"Blam? That's pretty awesome, I guess. Hey, I wonder what ours would be?" Kurt wondered.

"Blurt?" Blaine suggested.

"God, no," Kurt shook his head. They both sat thinking for a few moments before Blaine broke the silence with chuckles. "What is it?" Kurt asked, smiling.

"You know Kurt Cobain? It could be Kurt CoBlaine!" Kurt snorted and shook his head, clearly bemused.

"Oh, my God, Blaine. That's just… Wow."

"Hey, I've got it!" Blaine announced proudly.

"Don't leave me hanging, tell me!" Kurt pushed.

"Klaine."

"Klaine?"

"Klaine."

"Hmm… I like it. Klaine. Yes. That's it." Kurt nodded, impressed.

"Me too."

The pair shared a smile and Blaine resisted the urge to tell Kurt how much he shipped it. More than friends. Kurt didn't need to know that, not yet. He didn't even know if Kurt felt the same way he did and he didn't want to risk what they had.

Unbeknownst to him, Kurt was having the exact same thoughts.

There we go! Don't even ask why I decided to put the whole ship names in there, I just felt like it, so I did, haha.

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