Chapter 4

The next day Kurt brought drinks to school. No one knew exactly why but he did. Well, Kurt himself knew the reason and that was he wanted to get drunk (had missed the opportunity on Friday) with his peers and not wait until the weekend or something like a private, safe place. Why go home when you could drink booze where bullies were never far away?

"I won't drink", Blaine said. "I have to drive home."

"We all have." Kurt rolled his eyes. "But it's only the beginning of the day."

"I drink!" Sam took the thermo bottle and did as he had said. Blaine watched him and sighed. Now Sam tried to drown his broken heart with alcohol. That wasn't a solution!

Then everybody from the Glee club ditched classes. Puck and Finn installed a rotating couch thingy in the auditorium and Santana brought strange dim light so everything looked like a pub.

Rachel saw that Jesse was here, too.

"Boy, if you go on ditching school like that you will get expelled."

Jesse raised his eyebrows. "You're ditching class yourself right now…?"

"Oh." Rachel thought about it and shrugged. "I give you this one."

Today was another day Sam didn't wear a hoodie. He had wanted to (blue) but then Kurt had texted him and told him to come to school fancy dressed. So Sam actually wore a red tie on black clothes (fancy meant black, right?).

He didn't want to make Blaine uncomfortable by being too sexy but then again why should Sam hide his true personality? And was it bad when Sam imagined making out with Blaine on that strange rotating couch? Was it really bad?

Another strange thing the alcohol did was making Rachel nice. She acted like they were friends, then she came on to Blaine and tried to kiss him. But Blaine turned away and Sam quickly stood on his place. He knew Jesse would kill him but Rachel had started it! Strange enough she tasted like garlic.

"Now you… oh." Rachel leaned back and looked surprised at him. "You're not Blaine."

"No, I'm Sam. I don't like green eggs but I have no problem with garlic."

"What do you do on Easter if you don't like green eggs?"

"I hide in my room and cry."

Rachel giggled. Just when Sam wanted to kiss her again Jesse came up and punched him.

"Now, isn't that a bit unfair seeing you kissed him on Friday, too?" Rachel asked while Sam stumbled back, his hands in front of his bleeding nose.

"I kissed him because you kissed Blaine so we were even. Stop making out with our staff!"

While the not alien and the not vampire argued, Sam took a tissue from Blaine and let himself be guided to the couch. Santana and Brittany making out here but who cared about them. Sam laid his head back and watched the ceiling while Blaine put his hands all over his nose.

"Is it okay? Does it hurt?"

"I need more drinks", Sam mumbled.

"Drinks for freeeee!" Kurt appeared and gave them a thermo bottle. Blaine took it with a thanking nod and drank from it. When he gave it to Sam he asked: "So how about Finn now? Did you at least tell him?"

Kurt sighed and sat down between Blaine and Brittany.

"He knows. I mean, if there was to know something."

"You should start smoking", Sam said. "That's cool."

"Jesse didn't hit your head, did he?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, what, Jesse hit you? Why?" Kurt wanted to know.

"Sam made out with Rachel." Blaine rolled his eyes. "To be fair he was only protecting me from her..."

Or should he say acted out his jealousy?

"What are you four doing every afternoon when you're alone here?" Kurt asked with a somewhat reverential voice.

"Not having orgies", Blaine quickly said.

Sam drank until his nose didn't hurt anymore. Then he leaned over Blaine to give Kurt the bottle and when he leaned back he stayed close to Blaine and watched his face. After a few moments Blaine returned his look.

"Sam… just because we're drunk again doesn't mean we're making out again."

"But it's a rotating couch! It asks for it."

Blaine let his hands run over the texture he sat on. Then he nodded.

"This much is true."

Sam leaned even closer and let his mouth drive over Blaine's cheek. The other boy moved to meet his lips and clang his arms around Sam's neck. Sam pulled him closer, so that Blaine half laid on him and deepened the kiss. Maybe he shouldn't because Blaine was in love with him. But they were drunk, good excuse, right?

"Oooh… tell me again you're not together", Kurt demanded.

"We're not", Blaine mumbled against Sam's lips. His fingers wandered over the tie. "Is this actually yours?"

"Yes. It's hot, isn't it?"

Blaine grinned. "You're hot."

"I know." Sam leaned his head against the couch and Blaine started nibbling on his neck. Sam allowed his hand to slowly wander down Blaine's back and when he crossed the innocence border of the waistline things went from hot to steaming. Sam tried to breathe normally but it didn't work. Shit.

"Oh, euw! Get a room, really!"

"Kurt, could you maybe… go away?" Blaine gasped.

But nobody could go anywhere because suddenly the normal lights went on and blended them all. Mr Schue came in and he wasn't amused. At all.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" he screamed. The students screamed too and ran out (screaming). Out of the auditorium, out of the school and got into their cars. But they couldn't drive because they were drunk. Sam quickly bolted the doors and lay down flat on the backseat.

"What are you doing?" Blaine turned around from the driver's seat. Kurt on the passenger's seat drank from his thermos bottle.

"I'm hiding from Mr Schue!"

"I mean why are you in my car? You have your own car."

"I don't", Kurt said.

"Did I say anything to you? No. So shut up", Blaine answered.

"Whooooa someone's grumpy because he got interrupted."

"Why don't you care about your own love life?"

"Because I have none!"

Sam zooned out, once again cursing the fact he didn't wear a hoodie. He'd be so unsuspicious!

"Hey, why don't you take Sam home with you? You two can spend the night together and tomorrow you drive him to school", Kurt suggested. If his own love live was as cold as ice he could at least help others, right?

Blaine threw a glance at Sam, who tried to pull his Shirt over his head and – wait, what?

"Sam! Stop undressing! Kurt was joking!"

"No, I wasn't", Kurt muttered.

"Well, what now? We can't stay in the car forever", Blaine announced. A rumbling sound told him that Sam had fallen from the bench and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked without turning around.

"Yeah! Fine! Everything is… fine!" Sam got up and sat like a normal person. He even put his seat belt on. Then he looked out of the window and jerked up.

"Mr Schue is coming out, I repeat, Mr Schue!" He tapped against the glass.

"Seeing that I'm not that drunk I guess we have to take the risk", Blaine said and started the car.

"I'm just thinking", Kurt said when they were on the road. "Isn't running away making things worse? We will get punished anyhow and now you also added driving while being intoxicated to your list of crimes."

Blaine gave him a long, dark, resenting look.

"You couldn't have that of thought like one minute earlier?"

Because Blaine was busy killing Kurt with his eyes he didn't watch the street and because Jesse was a bad driver, he didn't, too, and so their cars bumped into each other like go-carts. Bounce!

"Damn you, Anderson!" Jesse called out of his window, fist shaking in the air.

"Damn yourself, St. James, whose name doesn't fit because you clearly are no saint!" Blaine shouted back. But when he had finished his sentence Jesse was long gone.

Blaine drove Kurt home and then Sam, having to wake up the Blonde as they arrived.

"Alcohol makes me sleepy", Sam mumbled.

"I figured that much", Blaine said. "Listen, since your car is still at school I'm going to pick you up tomorrow. Can you be ready at seven a.m. sharp?"

"WHAT? No, I cannot! School starts at eight, Blaine! It's enough if you're here ten to eight."

"It's a twenty minutes ride."

"Okay, let's say quarter to."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Quarter past seven. I like being early and drink a morning coffee in the cafeteria."

"Drink it at home, man."

"Sam, do you want to walk to school?"

"No, why?"

Blaine rolled his eyes again. He pulled Sam out of the car and set the alarm on his phone for half past six the following morning. Sam didn't notice it since he was busy tugging out Blaine's curls and making plop noises when they jumped back.

Before Blaine had finished his task his own cell phone rang. He answered it.

"Blaine, you know what? Coming home from school before lunch while being drunk isn't something Mums like! I'm grounded and she even called the school! Better not go home right now!"

"Oh, huh, your Mum seems to be very sensitive", Blaine said. "But I don't have that problem, both of my parents work. Remember, I want to save money for a car so they have to work a bit harder now. Life is good to me, man!"

Kurt mumbled and hung up. Blaine frowned at that rudeness, then shrugged and pushed Sam's hand off his head. Just when he put Sam's phone back into the boy's pocket it came to his mind that Sam's Mum might be a sensitive one, too.

"Sam, is your Mum home now?"

"Yeeees! Do you want to come in and eat lunch with us?"

"No. Uhm… Maybe you should come to my place for some time. We could order food and do fun things while everybody is still in school."

Sam raised a finger and waggled it.

"Blaine, I know you're in love with me but this is cheap even under those circumstances."

"What? I'm not in love with you!"

"Uhuuuu."

"Whatever, man! Then go home and get grounded! Your choice!"

Blaine pushed the back door shut and rounded the car to get in. Just when he closed the driver's door Sam opened the passenger's one.

"I changed my mind! I'm coming with you."

Blaine raised his eyebrows and waited until Sam had managed to get in before he started the car and dashed onto the street.

Kurt also called Finn to warn him not to come home. But Finn didn't need this warning. He was a powerful, clever and very authentic student so he had hid with Puck in the garbage containers.

Yeah, that's right, best hiding place ever!

Except that it stank and his shirt got wet with somebody's puke. But hey, you only live once!

"Dude, what's up with you and Kurt? Is he still in love with you?" Puck asked because if there's one sure thing that boys would talk about while lying drunk in a garbage container it's about another boy being in love with them.

"Naah, we're brothers."

"From another mother and father."

"No, we have the same parents."

"Yeah, since seven days."

"Ten days! My, you should really get math tutoring!"

Puck counted the days on his fingers. He came to the conclusion that, yes, indeed, it had been ten days.

"You know what, Finn? This changes everything. Ten days is like a whole eternity! You're related by blood now."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Noooooooope." (But he was.)

"Well, as much as I like lying in a garbage container we don't have drinks here. Let's get out to get some."

"Okay-dokay!"

But it turned out that jumping into a container was much easier than climbing out. Their puke-moist hands slipped off the walls and they couldn't get out. Of course they couldn't call out loud too because Mr Schue could hear them. So Finn made a phone call to Kurt and asked him to rescue them.

"I can't do that, I'm grounded", Kurt remembered Finn of their conversation from five minutes ago.

"Well, just tell Mum that I'm trapped in a garbage container! She'll understand!"

"She is not my Mum!"

"Okay… Could you tell her still?"

"No."

Aaaand hung up. Finn frowned at his phone.

"If I didn't know better I'd say Kurt is pissed."

"What makes you think that?"

"He won't rescue us and hang up on me."

"Uuuuuh trouble in paradise! Maybe he'll come around if you promise him a kiss."

"But he is my brother!"

"From another mother!"

Puck sighed and sat down in a rice pan. Looks like he would be stuck here for a little while because they had no other options (or friends) than to wait for Kurt. Yup.

"Oh wooooooooooooow!" Sam ran through Blaine's house and left dirty footprints in the kitchen were the maid was mopping the floor.

"Mr Anderson Junior?" she asked with very high raised eyebrows as Blaine came in and took an energy drink out of the fridge.

"Oh, yeah, you can go. Take the day off", he said.

"Your mother won't be happy."

"Well, how about you don't tell her then?" Blaine rolled his eyes. The maid didn't move so Blaine took the three hundred dollars out of his pocket that he had planned to invest in stock exchange and gave it to her.

"Here. Don't tell anyone and you don't have to thank me. Just take the money. It's only three hundred bucks but you already worked half a day anyway. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mr Anderson Junior."

She bowed to him and then started to walk away. Blaine called her back and pointed at the bucket and mop.

"I didn't say you can leave without tidying up first."

"Of course, of course."

Blaine went to the open terrace door and called: "SAM, DON'T GET LOST IN THE GARDEN!"

No answer. It probably was too late already. Oh well.

When Gloria was gone Blaine went to his parent's liquid cabinet. It was twelve and he felt sober again, not good. But just before his hand touched the Vodka bottle he hesitated. It was only Sam and him in the house and when he drank Blaine couldn't control his urges. To make things even worse Sam didn't try to control his own at all. Of course, he was in love with Blaine. Though it had been a little strange that Sam had let on that he thought it was the other way round, too. If Blaine would return his feelings they'd be together by now, wouldn't they?

Sigh.

Blaine got more energy drinks from the fridge and called for Sam in the garden again. When there still was no answer he started to worry and went out.

"Saaaaam…? Where are you, come on? Being inside is better!"

Blaine rounded a hedge and walked between trees, complete and utter wildness, until he finally heard Sam's voice.

"It's so nice of you. Thank you!"

Blaine frowned and glanced around. No one was here. Who did Sam talk to?

"SAM?"

"OMG, Blaine! Now you frightened her away!"

"Who? And where are you?"

"Why, I'm up here."

Blaine looked up and saw Sam grinning down on him from a tree-house. Wait a minute. That thing was still here? Blaine's big brother had wanted it waaaay back in the past and by the time it had been finished he had lost interest.

"Say the password", Sam demanded.

"Sam." Blaine tried to keep his voice nice and full of patience but fact was that he slowly lost the latter.

"Oh man, that's right!"

Suddenly a ladder fell down. Blaine gave one last sigh, then he climbed up.

"I spoke to a fairy", Sam informed Blaine the moment his head poked into the wooden house. Sam sat cross-legged there and studied his hands.

Blaine heaved himself into the house and panted. Such a straining activity! Why couldn't they just stay inside?

"She said I'm so beautiful I could be a fairy myself."

"Great", Blaine said. Eventually he caught his breath and stood up to throw a glance out of the 'window'. He could see the house beyond some trees. It was actually a nice view but… so exhausting to get here!

His phone rang. Bewildered that he got reception out here Blaine pulled it out. While he answered it he sat down and watched Sam doing hand exercises.

"Blaine, are you still in a state to drive?" Kurt asked.

"Depends on what you want."

"Finn and Puck need your help."

"Nope."

"Please, Blaine, please. Finn said that if I somehow manage to get him out he'd kiss me!"

Blaine opened his mouth and closed it.

"What? He… really?" Blaine sent Sam a disbelieving look.

"Yeah. But I can't drive or leave this house so can you get him and bring him to me?"

"I thought you were over him?"

"Oh come on, I lied!"

Blaine rolled his eyes. Sam took Blaine's free hand and carefully examined it.

"Okay, but what's in it for me?" Blaine asked.

"Whatever you want."

"I want a new car."

"Okay, not whatever you want. I could kiss you."

Blaine laughed.

"Okay, okay, I know! I give you all my saved pocket money from last year."

"How much is it?"

"Three thousand dollars."

Blaine thought about it. He had just spent three hundred on getting rid of the maid so it was only fair he got an opportunity to earn it back. Or rather the tenfold, that is.

"Since it's really risky and everything it seems only fair I get a butt-load of money for it", Blaine nodded. Then he got distracted by Sam kissing his hand. He pulled it back, told Kurt he was on the mission and put the phone away.

"Sam, we've got work to do."

"Wait! This romantic environment inspired me…"

"It's not the environment that inspired you, it's your dick."

"…to sing you a song!" Sam jumped up and started to sing a note. Unfortunately he didn't watch his steps and fell down the entrance hole.

"OUCH!"

"Good idea, let's get going", Blaine said and took the slow way down.