A/N Well that's Glee over. No more coming our way. (sob). Good thing I've still got my stories!If anyone has any thoughts or ideas for a new Blam story feel free to drop me a line and suggest it. I may not use it, but then again I might. :) I'd love to do a fan based fic for my next story. :D

Also I'm a bit of a meanie. Sorry!

I don't own Glee. Looks like I never will either. Glee the next gen though... Possibly.

Chapter Twelve

Latex gloves on, Blaine leant over the steel tray with the fish laid out on top that was directly in front of him in his biology class, his nose wrinkling at the smell. He had to dissect this thing? He hated the way fish looked when they were dead. Their glassy, bugged out eyes staring at him accusingly. Fish were ugly in general, or so he thought, and now he had to cut one open for part of his finals? How was that fair? He really wished that he had taken chemistry now. Experiments with different chemicals sounded way more fun than cutting open a stinking, rotting dead animal just so the he could draw a diagram explaining what the insides of a fish looked like. Why did anyone even care what the inside of a fish even looked like anyway? Sighing, Blaine took the scalpel from the bench and made a cut to the fishes belly so he could open it up and get this thing over and done with. The quicker this was done, the quicker his finals were finished and once finals were over... there was Sam. Sam and Tina's party where he inevitably wanted to end up with Sam for the first time.

It was going to be the most incredible experience of his life so far. He just knew it. Sam was the one. The man he was meant to be with for the rest of his life. His Disney prince and all that crap. With these thoughts running through his mind he smiled as he carried on with his dissection, not letting it dampen his spirits in any way. No this was fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it. It felt so right.

When he heard a small bang from next door he jumped in his seat, his hands automatically clutching his chest. The latex gloved hands with fish guts all over them. Taking his gloves off in a rush he looked down at his stained top. Great, just great. It was all over his chest. "Aw jeez. How am I gonna get this-" Suddenly there was a loud rumble and he felt himself get knocked back off his seat, his head smacking hard onto the ground, groaning from the sharp pain in his head his vision faded as he saw orange flickers in the corner of his eyes and then everything went dark.

Sam was bored. God was he bored. English had never been his thing but an exam about it? Yeah, his own personal nightmare. Come on Sam, concentrate. You promised Blaine you would try your best. This isn't your best. Rubbing his eyes he tried to read what was on the page but the words just kept dancing around and making absolutely no sense whatsoever. It was not going well. But Blaine would understand. Blaine always understood no matter what. That was one of the reasons why he loved her so much. He couldn't wait to get out of this stinking classroom and go and meet up with her. She would be smiling that smile at her. The genuine one that was all white teeth and sunshine. Full of love, affection, promise and hope. She was his everything. He would totally have given up on school by now if it hadn't been for her. He loved her more than anything.

A loud bang followed by a curious vibration in the floor, causing Sam's papers to shift and fall onto the floor made him look up at the teacher who was alarmed to say the least. The fire alarm sounded shortly after.

"Ok everyone out in an orderly fashion." His English teacher called out. Yeah right, orderly. Like that's gonna happen. Sam grabbed his bag and jogged out of the room, going the opposite direction to most so that he could meet up with Blaine. Unfortunately Coach Beiste was walking down that way and herded him out behind all the other students. Huffing in indignation he took the hint and started filing through people, trying to spot his girlfriend. Artie was the first one he saw, wheeling his way down the middle of the hall, a space in between him and the rest of the student population.

"Artie! Over here. Have you seen Blaine?" He shouted over at the boy who stopped in his tracks and waited patiently for Sam to catch up with him. After having shoved his way through a crowd of screaming, frantic girls he caught up, the panic now forming inside his stomach. Where was Blaine? He needed to find her. She was everything.

"No sorry. Can you see anyone else?"Artie asked, craning his neck to look all around him as Sam started wheeling him rapidly out of the building. He could start to smell smoke which was not a good sign at all. As they cleared the front entrance, Sam trying not to hurt Artie as he wheeled him carefully over the stone steps, saw Mr Schue waving to them over by the grass verge. He hastened to get over to the curb, not able to spot everyone as there were so many bodies all over the place. The panic was bubbling up towards his throat as he flew them both over, his head twisting this way and that in an attempt to spot Blaine. But he couldn't see her anywhere.

"Where's Blaine?" He called out, fear overcoming all of his senses. She wasn't there. Where could she be? She couldn't still be in the building. She couldn't be. This wasn't the way its supposed to go. Not now. He wanted to spend the night with her, to marry her, have kids with her. He wanted it all. Blaine had to be safe. She had to be.

"I'm sure she'll be out in a minute Sam, try to keep calm." Mr Schue told him, leaning in close to his face, gripping his shoulder in comfort. It wasn't helping. Blaine was somewhere, she wasn't here. She could still be inside. Sam turned and to his horror he saw that half the school was up in flames, the black smoke drifting in thick plumes well up into the sky. The orange flames licking the building, consuming it like a staving man would. He could feel himself stuck frozen on the spot as sheer terror swept over him, Blaine couldn't still be in there. She just couldn't.

"It looks like the chem lab blew up." Artie mused as he looked up in the same direction and Sam's heart tore clean in two.

"Chem lab... Oh shit that's next to where Blaine was." He breathed out, adrenaline taking over. His ears rang, not taking in any of the shouts of his friends as he began running back towards the school. He needed to save Blaine. He had to. Reaching the front steps he felt a hand grip his right arm, wrenching it back and almost out of his socket as he tried to climb the steps back into the school. Crying out in pain, he whipped round to see the it was a fireman with his hand gripped tightly round his biceps.

"Sorry kid you can't go in it's too dangerous." He told Sam, but he didn't care. Blaine was in there, he had to save her. He couldn't live without her.

He started shoving against the strength of the large fireman but it was no use. He was too strong for Sam to overcome. A racking sob erupted from his mouth and he screamed at the man preventing him from saving the one he loved. "No I need to get inside. Blaine's in there. Blaine's-" He began pounding his fist into the man's chest until his hand gripped around Sam's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Wailing he leant into this man's shoulder. Why wasn't he letting him inside? He needed to be with Blaine.

"I get it kid, someone you care about is in there, let us do our jobs and we'll get them out, alright?" He calmly told the blonde boy, but words meant nothing to him right now. Not when she was inside that inferno, in danger.

"Please, I need to save her. I love her." Sam cried out, trying in vain to get this man to understand how desperate he was. Blaine was his everything.

"Sure kid. Don't worry, we'll get your girlfriend out. I promise." Without Sam even realising Mr Schue had come to be by his side, taking the crook of his elbow and his hand and started to lead him away from the school entrance.

"Come on Sam, come and stand with the others. The firemen will do everything they can."

"But Blaine-" He cried out, tears streaming down his face, his heart breaking little by little the longer he was apart from her. He felt like someone was squeezing all the air from his lungs they burned so much as stabs erupted in his heart.

"I know Sam. I know. She'll be fine. The firemen will rescue her." Whimpering, all the strength leaving him in droves, he let Mr Schue take him back to the grass verge where Tina came to curl up beside him, sobbing her heart out.

"But I love her..." Sam numbly replied, only able to watch as the school burnt down in front of their very eyes, Blaine still inside.

Blaine's eyes flickered open to a white clinical looking ceiling and groaned softly. He ached all over and his head throbbed like nothing he'd ever experienced before. His hands, left arm and shoulder felt like they were on fire to boot. In essence, he felt like crap. What the hell had happened he had no idea. The last thing he remembered was a large bang in the chemistry class next door to his own. He definitely wasn't in school anymore.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling my dear?" His mother called out softly, and he moaned again. His head was pounding with the worst headache of his life. Opening his mouth to speak, he coughed a deep grating cough. His throat was dry and felt raw.

"Swell. What happened?" He choked out, his throat feeling like someone had scraped it from inside out. Turning to spot a water pitcher and tried to lift his hand to get some. It was then that he noticed his hand was fully bandaged. There was no way he was going to be able to grab anything. His mother thankfully saw what he wanted and reached to get a cup for him, which he swallowed down gratefully as she tipped it into his mouth. He almost sighed at the soothing feeling of just those few gulps of water on his throat.

"Apparently the chemistry lab next door to your classroom blew up. An experiment went very wrong." She told him calmly, but he could see the fear in her eyes as she swept his hair from his face. God I must look like complete crap if mum is looking at me like it's the end of the world or something.

"Hmm..." He responded, not wanting to use his voice. It hurt to speak.

"It caused a fire. The doctors are worried about how much smoke you might have inhaled."

Closing his eyes before dragging them open again he felt increasingly more drained as this conversation went on. So he was in a fire. Lucky to be alive at all. "Oh, is that why my throat hurts?" He rasped out, wishing he could go back to sleep. But he couldn't. He watched as his mother poured out a second cup and he gratefully drained that as well. The pain dulled in his throat to an acceptable level for him to feel like he could speak again. "Where's Sam, is he ok?"

His mother chuckled lowly, grinning widely at him in motherly affection. "He's fine Blaine honey, he's sitting in the waiting area wanting desperately to see you."

"That boy can't seem to get enough of you. I hope you're being careful Blaine." His dad gruffly replied from the corner of the room where, unbeknownst to Blaine he had been sitting reading the newspaper. Sitting himself up a little, Blaine winced at the pain that shot through his left side and blushed furiously at his father's words. Clearly his parents already thought he was with Sam intimately.

"Dad!" He exclaimed loudly, instantly regretting it. His throat closed in around him and he coughed uncontrollably till his mother gave him more water to sip.

"Don't aggravate her dear she needs rest." Sylvia got up, tucking Blaine's blankets closer to him and fluffing his pillows, kissing him gently on his forehead as she did so. He smiled up sleepily at his mother, his eyelids already drooping. "I'll get Sam for you later after you've had a rest my love." With that reassurance he fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning Sam was finally able to look in on Blaine. Never had he spent a night in such sheer torment as last night. He had spent the best part of the night tossing and turning on uncomfortably hard plastic chairs waiting for someone, anyone to say that he could now see the one person who meant the world to him. He had finally been woken by Blaine's father at a little after seven stating that his daughter wanted to see him.

Not needing to be told twice Sam rushed into Blaine's room, his clothes dishevelled, with day old itchy stubble, but there. What he saw shocked him to his very core and made his heart squeeze violently in his chest leaving him breathless. Blaine looked so small as she lay in the large starkly white hospital bed, almost as pale as the sheets underneath her. Her hands were bandaged up and there was a nasty looking bruise on her forehead. Tears sprang into his eyes as he looked upon the person he loved looking so fragile, so weak. Blaine had always seemed so strong to him, even when scared or upset. But here she looked mortal and that frightened him like never before. He could have lost her. He gave a silent thanks to God that he had been merciful to the girl who meant more than anything in his life.

"Hey B." He said, shuffling over nervously to the chair beside his girlfriends bed and watched with palpable relief when she gave him a small tentative smile back. "Have you heard the good news?" Last night before Mr Schue had left the waiting area he had been told by Principal Sylvester that the school was closed till the next year for repairs and that the class seniors were going to graduate by default with the predicted grades of their teachers. Sam was eternally grateful for that since he was pretty sure he bombed his English exam right royally. Now at least he didn't need to worry. He already knew he had graduated.

"That I can get out of this place?" Blaine joked and winced as she sucked in a breath making Sam's heart patter rapidly in his chest and reach out to comfort her in any way that he could. Gripping the petite girl's wrapped hand tightly Sam gave a concerned look towards Blaine who rolled her eyes. Well I think she'll get better.

Grinning, he sat back to talk normally with her. If she wanted to be treated normally that was what he was going to do. Even if he wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool for the rest of her life. That was how precious she was to him. "No, that we're graduating with our teachers predicated grades. Half the school burnt down in that chem lab explosion."

"Wow, so schools closed?" Blaine frowned as she listened to Sam's story intently. Sam thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. She always listened to him. That was another reason why he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else. Even Brittany and he had fake married her.

"Yep, we're having our graduation in a fancy hotel or something." Chuckling at Sam's fevered excitement, Blaine gazed fondly down at him, stroking his face with the tips of her fingers which he leant towards. Any touch of Blaine was more than welcome.

"Guess I don't need to worry about studying anymore." She mused and he whooped, causing her to giggle again before coughing. Getting her a glass of water she downed it all in one go. Wow she must be really thirsty. He watched the frail girl place the cup back on the stand beside her bed, wincing at the movement. She must have been sore. He spotted the burns on her left arm and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.

"B?" He whispered out, feeling her hand slip back into his. He couldn't look her in the eyes. If he did he was afraid that he would never stop crying.

"Yeah?"

He gulped down the sudden lump that had formed in his throat. He couldn't imagine a life without her. Ever. It was too horrible to even contemplate. No smile, no melodious laugh, no bursting into song at any random time and place, no cute crinkling nose as she gazed lovingly up into his eyes. No it wasn't even worth thinking about. "Don't ever scare me like that again, ok."

"Ok, I'll try..." She told him seriously, tears in her own eyes. She had been terrified then, it was typical of her to try and downplay it as though it meant nothing. She didn't need to do that with him. He already knew anyhow. He knew her too well.

"I love you so much Blaine. I thought you were dead." Until those words had come out of his mouth, he hadn't even realised the truth of them. He had seriously thought he had lost her for good. That he would never see her beautiful face ever again. Hear her wondrous voice. Share all the things with her that he wanted to do. He couldn't help the sob that escaped his lips and felt Blaine squeeze his hands tightly.

"Hey Sam, I'm fine. I'm going to just fine. Apart from a few singes I'm perfectly healthy silly." She explained but it was more than that. He could see the fear in her eyes. She had thought the same as him too. That she was going to die all alone without him and that was what frightened him the most. That he wasn't there with her. He was never going to leave her like that ever again. Never, ever again.

"I know, your dad told me but I can't help it. The thought of losing you, it tore me to pieces." Sam shuddered as he looked into the golden honeyed eyes of his girlfriend, trying not to think of what could have been but focus on what was. He watched puzzled as Blaine started shuffling uncomfortably in her bed and moved to fluff up her pillows and make her more comfortable but she pushed him back down into his seat gently.

"Sam.. I want us to be together."

Cocking his head to one side confused he responded rapidly. "I thought we were."

"No..no. I mean like together together." Nodding but not understanding her meaning he watched as she arched her brow and gave him a look girls only gave when they wanted one thing. Sex.

"Oh- you mean sex?" He fumbled out, blushing slightly at the thought of them in bed together. He had wanted it for a long while now. Too long. Now he was finally going to be able to be with the woman he loved in every single way? A dopey grin came over his face and she chuckled as she watched his reactions change.

"Yeah. After Tina's party. I wanna be with you."

"Sure B. I love you." Excitement grew in his chest as his heart pounded nineteen to the dozen. Well that was it, he was going to nag Tina about this stupid party now till she put it on. Since they weren't having any more finals she could totally push it forward, right?

Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Blaine's mother waving through the hospital window at the two inside and Sam's eyes widened. Had they heard any of that? He hoped not. He didn't really want to talk to them about him having sex with their daughter. Scratching the back of his head he quickly stood up to go. "I'd better go, your parents are worried. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Love you." Blaine smiled up warmly at him and he leant down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Ditto." He whispered, turning round to leave. He had a party to prepare for, and, more importantly, a night that he would remember forever.