Chapter 5

Finn and Puck had fallen asleep in their garbage container (yes it was theirs now) so when Sam and Blaine leaned a ladder against it and Blaine let down a rope they didn't move at first.

"Psst. Hey. Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst", Blaine said.

"You sound like a humming bird", Sam said.

"Don't leave your watching place", Blaine told him. Then he pulled a stone out of his pocket and threw it at Finn's head. Of course he awoke from that.

"What the hell!?"

"Is that a way to thank the saviour of your soul?" Blaine asked. "By the way, Kurt sends me and I only will guarantee your safety if you don't forget to hand in your favour."

"Yeah, yeah", Finn mumbled while waking up Puck.

The Hummel-Hudson's house wasn't awesome. It was small and boring. They didn't even seem to have a maid.

They all went to Kurt's basement. Puck threw himself on the bed and continued his garbage induced sleep. Finn preferred to wash puke off his hands while Sam got out his camera.

"If they kiss I'll put it on facebook", he said.

"That's not very clever", Blaine said. "You should keep the photo and use it for blackmail matters later in life."

"But what could they give me?"

"You never know, Sam, believe me. It will come in handy."

Finn wasn't really in the best mood ever. Kurt didn't understand why but he also didn't care. He sat on his couch and wrung his hands. Kiss now? Now kiss?

When Finn turned around from Kurt's personal basement sink all three wake boys looked at him.

"What?" he asked with a frown.

"Nothing!" Sam held up his phone.

"Just act as if Sam and I weren't here", Blaine encouraged him. Finn thought about it. If they weren't here he'd go to his room – in fact he didn't know why he hadn't in the first place.

"Sam, put the phone away", Kurt ordered. So of course Sam obeyed.

Blaine knew they had to be even cleverer now. He pulled on Sam's sleeve until he would move. They sat down on the second couch opposite to where Kurt sat.

"Listen, I'm sober now and I don't want to make out but we have to", Blaine said.

Sam nodded. Sounded really logical. Blaine straddled him but when Sam closed his eyes and waited for a kiss nothing happened.

"What are you waiting for? Do it", Blaine said.

Sam opened his eyes and scratched his head. Do what? He hadn't listen to Blaine when he had spoken on but what more could there have been?

Blaine went for Sam's trouser. Wait, Sam didn't know if he was ready for that, if –

"Here, now record them over my shoulder." Blaine pulled out Sam's phone and put it into his hand.

Finn gulped. Kurt looked so expectantly at him and he knew what was coming now. He had promised it so he couldn't back out. Damn.

So he quickly sat down and pressed his lips to Kurt's for one second before backing away.

"That was too fast, I couldn't catch it!" Sam complained. "Do it again."

"I have no objections", Kurt said.

"What? You are supposed to make out with Blaine, not take any pictures of me", Finn said. He jumped up and ran out of the room.

Blaine sat back on the couch and looked at Kurt who stared into distance, one finger carefully caressing his lips.

"Oh, he is the best kisser ever! Oh my God, that was so great! I think I love him."

Blaine snorted. "You just realise that now?"

Kurt simply nodded.

"Well, I don't want to break your love trance but I have to ask for my money now", Blaine said.

"Did someone say money?" Puck asked. He sat up on the bed and looked around. "Where am I? Oh, did you kidnap me and now I'm your sex slave?"

Kurt frowned at him, then his look got a bit thoughtful.

"Why, would you want that?"

"NO!" Puck jumped up and ran out of the room.

"Where are my three thousand bucks?" Blaine demanded.

"Boy, are you an impatient one!" Kurt moaned.

"I do have in fact better things to do than spend my day in your basement."

"Making out with Sam is not better than sitting in my basement."

"Apart from the fact that those two things don't exclude each other but if I had to choose then yes, it would be, this isn't even what I have planned for the rest of the day."

"Oh Blaine!" Sam threw his arms around the mentioned boy and rubbed his face against his shoulder. "Maybe I love you too."

"You don't love me, you just have no one else", Blaine told him.

Now, that was downright mean. Sam felt tears coming up in his eyes and since Kurt and Blaine went to Kurt's safe now he let them run down his face. Yes, Sam didn't have very many friends, so what? Blaine was still not allowed to tell Sam about his own feelings! And how would he even know about them? Tsk.

Sam decided he needed space and he went upstairs to find Finn and Puck in the kitchen, stuffing food into their mouths.

"Is this a pity-party? Because if so I want to join", he said.

"It actually is a gay-freak-out-party for Finn and a getting-sober-and-forgetting-all-about-having-slept-in-a-garbage-container-party for me", Puck informed him. He gave Sam a bag of Cheetos. "But yeah, you can join in. What's your party called?"

Sam ripped open the bag. Most of the Cheetos flew around the kitchen but he took the remaining ones, stuffed them into his mouth and forced them down his throat.

"I think I call it… the-only-guy-who-has-been-friendly-to-me-in-this-new-school-and-that-I-consider-a-friend-who-I-like-making-out-with-was-mean-to-me-party."

"Oh, that sucks, dude."

Sam took a sandwich and ate it quickly. Then he drank a big mug of hot chocolate while he watched Finn crying over how he had kissed a boy.

"Damn, you're so whiny. What does it matter?" Sam asked. "Until last week I hadn't, too, but then I did. So what? It's not bad."

Finn wanted to say something but Puck raised a finger at him.

"The brother-argument doesn't count, seeing you two are not related by blood and only step brothers since not even two weeks", he said.

Finn glared at him.

"And hey, Evans has a point. I don't think it's that bad."

"How would you know, you aren't the one who had to do it!"

"But I so would!"

"Oh yeah? Prove it!" Finn pointed at Sam.

"Hey! I'm not a guinea pig, okay? You can't just… use me for kissing matters but then toy around with my feelings and stamp on my precious little heart!"

Puck and Finn stared at Sam. Then they shared a look and eventually Finn said:

"What did Blaine say to you?"

"What? This is not about Blaine! Hey, Puck, let's make out!"

Puck shrugged and approached Sam, who quickly wiped over his Cheetos dusted mouth. This really wasn't about Blaine! Blaine didn't matter to Sam more than, like, uhm, like Kurt for example. Yeah, okay, a bit more. But not more than… his own life! Ha! So not… oh yeah, Puck wanted to kiss him.

Their lips touched for one second. Enough time for Sam to realise he didn't like it so he pulled back.

Puck didn't mind the shortness. He turned to Finn and raised his arms.

"See? I did it, I'm the king! Now stop your freak out."

Finn mumbled but went on eating his fries.

"Okay, I'm rich now." Blaine entered the kitchen, waggling money bills around. He grinned at Sam but Sam looked into his mug. Mean boy.

"Let's go, Sam!"

"No, I want to stay and eat. With my friends. I don't need you."

Blaine shortly glanced at mentioned boys. Then he shrugged and left the room again.

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise", Puck said.

"Shut up!" Sam took another sandwich and ate it. Why had Blaine just left? Why wasn't he upset? He should be upset when Sam said he didn't need him, he so should be!

"But, uhm, I actually need him", Puck said. "I'm drunk and have no car here."

He walked out. Sam finished his sandwich and took another one. Or rather he wanted to but then Finn grasped his wrist.

"Stop projecting your pain onto food, man!"

"Wow, that was really deep. Let me eat now."

"Whatever it is, you can talk with Blaine about it! My situation is much worse!"

"No, mine is the worst."

"SAM!" Blaine called from the hall.

"See? Things are already on their way to get better for you", Finn said.

Sam sighed and went out. Blaine and Puck were getting ready to leave and he figured he should go with them, seeing that he, too, had no other way to get home.

"Ah, good. Are you okay?" Blaine put his wallet into his pocket and looked up at Sam as he walked in.

"No."

Blaine threw a glance to Puck, who stood in front of a mirror and picked dried puke out of his hair, and came closer to Sam.

"Why not? What did I do? Hey, I'm sorry we didn't really kiss." While Blaine talked he fumbled with Sam's shirt and eventually laid his hands on Sam's waist, pulling him closer. But Sam didn't want any of this. He turned his head away so that Blaine's approaching lips landed on his cheek.

Blaine wasn't really sure why Sam was bad spirited. If it wasn't because Blaine had said they'd make out and then they hadn't he didn't know what else could've gone wrong. And hey, here Blaine was, sober and still willing to kiss Sam and that boy turned away.

"Suit yourself then", he said.

"Can we go now or what?" Puck called.

They could. When they were gone Finn went to his room and locked the door. You never know what Kurt was thinking now… and Finn didn't want to risk Kurt sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. (Finn was still a bit drunk so he didn't realise it was only like one p.m.)

Kurt on the other hand didn't think about sneaking into rooms. He had put on Moulin Rouge and now sat on his bed, eating chocolate and making heart eyes to Ewan McGregor who in his mind looked exactly like Finn Hudson.

"Ditching class is so cool, right?" Puck asked.

"We will get punished tomorrow, you know that?" Blaine said.

"So what? You only live once!"

"But I go to school more than once."

"Stop being lame and start being awesome!"

Blaine sighed and looked into the review mirror to see if Sam was still awake. He was, he sat there with arms crossed and stared out of the window.

"Anyway. Should I take you home or where to? Is your mother home?" Blaine asked Puck.

"Not home. If Finn and Kurt want to be lame it's their decision, man. We're going to continue the party", Puck said. He turned around to Sam. "Hey, man, you're in for more party, right? Though I won't kiss you again."

They all got catapulted forward as the car came to a sudden, violent stop. Several other cars behind them dodged them. In one of them was Jesse, who due to his bad driving skills was still cruising around on the streets, and he shook his fist out of the window.

"Damn you, Anderson!"

"Fuck! What the hell!?" Puck complained.

"When and how did you two ever kiss?"

"Lay off, man, it was like one second to prove Finn kissing another guy isn't worth freaking out about!" Puck said. "Stop being so fucking jealous … not cool, man."

"I'm not… I'm… I don't like this, Sam." Blaine turned around to the Blonde who shrugged.

"Not my problem, is it?"

Blaine's jaw tensed and he drove his teeth in his lower lip.

"No. Okay." He started driving again. "I will bring you home now, Puck. We won't party with you."

"Don't say 'we' like we have to do everything together", Sam said. "I for one want to party on with Puck."

"That's the spirit!"

"No, it's not! You need to sober up, Puck, so that tomorrow in school you can be sensible and wise and everything."

Puck stared at Blaine. "What? Why would I want that?"

"Because it's good for you. So… here we are. Get out."

He parked in front of Pucks house because he was a man who stayed true to his word.

Unfortunately Sam got out of the car, too.

"What are you doing? I will bring you home now, come on", Blaine said.

"I do have other friends, Blaine", Sam said. Puck sighed and exited the car but left the passenger's door open.

"Damn, what did I ever do to get in between the gay's fight?"

"Uhm, I might be wrong but you kissed Sam!?" Blaine stated. "So you're the actual reason for it. Aren't you ashamed?"

"No, because that's what I do. Kissing other people's girl- or boyfriends and causing trouble."

"Except we aren't boyfriends", Sam said. "I can kiss whoever I want. And don't have to listen to a word Blaine says."

"Now, this joke I don't get", Puck said. "Whatever, arrange it among yourselves. See you tomorrow!"

He hit Sam's shoulder as he passed him but Sam just kept glaring at Blaine, who pointed at the seat beside him.

"Get in."

"No."

"Sam, get in the car!"

Sam started to walk away but after a few steps he stopped and turned around. Blaine's hand was already on his seat belt, ready to take it off and ran after Sam but then the Blonde got in the car and pulled the door shut.

"Drive me home but don't talk."

Blaine raised his eyebrows and was about to snap back but then he gulped it down and started the car. They drove in silence for long minutes until they reached Sam's house where the Blonde got out and walked away without any goodbye words.

The next day Mr Schue gathered them together in the choir room and send evil looks all around.

"As a penalty for yesterday you will clean the auditorium. And with that I mean wipe the stage, hover the seats, tidy up the rooms backstage, everything. After school, of course."

"But Mr Schue! After school me and Jesse need to rehearse our play there! The premiere is on Friday", Rachel explained.

"You should've thought about that before drinking in school and ditching all of your classes."

"But Mr Schue! Jesse is ditching his classes all week long because he is here all the time!" Rachel pointed at Jesse who sat in the first row. He was exhausted because he still hadn't been able to find out whether Rachel was an alien. Also she had made him eat raw garlic and now he smelled like it. That's why he sat on one chair and all Glee people on other chairs far away from him.

"Jesse has transferred schools, Rachel", Mr Schue informed her, because someone finally needed to do that.

It even shut her up. Rachel sat down (because whenever she protested she jumped up) and sent offended looks to Jesse. He should have told her!

"You basically paid three thousand dollars for a kiss from Finn", Blaine told Kurt in a hushed voice. "Don't you feel bad about having to buy love?"

"No."

"But you should", Blaine assured his friend. In between he shot some glances at Sam, who hadn't stopped behaving oddly. He acted as if he was offended, or hurt, as if… he didn't want to make out with Blaine anymore. WTF?

To clear that up Blaine approached Sam after school when they were cleaning the auditorium. It didn't matter that just yesterday he hadn't wanted to make out without having drunk alcohol. Sam still was not allowed to refuse. He was the one in love, wasn't he? So he should be glad when – or rather if Blaine changed his mind.

"Sam, if you want to we can meet up after school", Blaine offered the boy who picked up sticky popcorn from the ground in front of the seats.

"And why would I want that?"

"We have to practise kissing."

"I think we're good enough in that. Excuse me." Sam crawled a few seats down but Blaine followed him.

"Tell me what I did! Why are you mad at me?"

Sam took a deep breath and stood up.

"You're arrogant, for starters. You think you know everything about me, even better than I do. You look down on me all the time but still want to hang out with me, that's called using people. I don't think I want to be your friend anymore."

"Whoa… what?" Blaine could only gasp for air while Sam went away again. He didn't… he so didn't do that! Not really. Blaine was a nice guy who let Sam be around him because he had no one else. That's not called using people, that's called being generous!

"What was that?" Kurt asked him.

"I think Sam just broke up with me… even when we weren't together?" Blaine said.

"Oh. That sucks. Hey, now you have more time helping me to get Finn." Kurt patted Blaine's shoulder and went away because everything important was said.

"But… but…" Blaine looked around the auditorium. Everywhere his fellow students were busy with cleaning and shit. Life went on and so on. How come he felt slightly uncontended then?

Finn, too, felt slightly uncontended. Now had he kissed a same sex person and according to the internet that was an experience the average teenager should go through. So it wasn't bad, just like Puck had said. But if it was okay or even a positive thing Finn wondered if it really should have ended so fast. But of course he couldn't ask Kurt for a repetition, the boy was emotionally too invested.

So yes, he really had only one option left.

"Hey Puck", he said to his best friend, who secretly not cleaned but slept on the ground between two seat rows.

"What? I'm ditching the punishment for ditching class", Puck complained.

"I can see that and I want to offer you a more exciting ditching activity."

"I'm listening."

Another person that was slightly uncontended was Jesse. While he was scrubbing the stage's floor Rachel blamed him that they couldn't rehearse their play right now.

"It's Wednesday and we only have tomorrow left to rehearse now! It's all your fault, everything!"

"Miss Berry, I want to quit."

Rachel jerked around to Sam and could barely restrain herself from slapping him.

"No. I mean, maybe you want to but you can't. You signed the contract and there is no way out, no way, you hear me? And if you are lying in bed with the bird's flue on Friday you will come here and be at my disposition, you hear me?"

"What if I got cancer?"

"Then, too!"

"And if I'm dead?"

"Then, too! There simply is no way out, give it up, Evans!"

Sam mumbled: "But I can't remember signing any contract" and went behind the stage.

Blaine and Kurt sat in the front row and ate (fresh!) popcorn.

"So we're on a mission now. You want Sam back and I need to get Finn to kiss me again."

"When did I ever say I want Sam back?"

"I was just assuming because of the way you looked at him and those tears in your eyes are a clue, too."

Blaine wiped over his eyes. Yes, they were wet but just because the chlorohydrin from Jesse's chemical detergent was giving him a headache!

"But if you don't, all the better, then we can focus on me and Finn all the time", Kurt said.

"Finn is making out with Puck in the very last chair row", Blaine said. He had seen them, he always saw all gay happenings.

"Haha!"

Blaine figured it was better to let Kurt think he was joking. If he saw them he'd be heartbroken and then he wouldn't be the best company.

Meanwhile Finn and Puck separated their mouths.

"Well? Are you gay now?" Puck asked.

"Are you?"

"I will never be gay!"

"Wanna make out a bit more, just for fun?"

"Sure, why not."

Half an hour later Mr Schue was pleased with the amount of tidying that had gone down and dismissed them all.

Rachel, however, had other plans.

"Jesse, Sam and Blaine, you stay! We still need to rehearse! I refuse to not do that and get ridiculed on Friday because all of you will forget their texts. I of course will be perfect but sadly people will also look at you."

"But can we skip the kisses today?" Sam asked.

"For heaven's sake, I'm not contagious!" Blaine exclaimed.

"You never know."

Rachel looked from one to the other. "Oh my God, this is perfect, guys! We need a certain love-hate dynamic and I thought you would never get it. But you did, I'm so proud!" He clapped her hands and told everyone to get to their start positions.

So they went through the script and Rachel generously allowed Sam to only pretend to kiss Blaine. She was very pleased with the performance and jumped joyously around the stage after they were done. Jesse grinned. High spirited girlfriend meant getting a few kisses later, yay!

Blaine was not that glad. As soon as it was over Sam practically ran out of the school.

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" Blaine started to jog and caught up with him at the doors.

"Stop this shit, Sam! It's okay, I get it. I was mean to you. I won't be anymore."

"Did you go through a profound character development during the last hour?"

"No, but why should I? I will not change myself for –" Blaine bit his lip. Oops, he had almost said 'love'. This wasn't about love, though. It was about Sam.

"You", he quickly added then.

"Too bad because right now I don't like the way you are."

And he left again. Blaine sighed and went head shaking to his car. Okay then. He had tried to be nice and Sam didn't want it, okay. They didn't need to be friends yet alone anything else. Blaine could live without Sam, no problem.

At home Blaine got out his stock exchange books and looked at his Furt-kiss money. He wondered if he could get more money from Kurt by making Finn kiss him. He could work together with Finn and split the fee fifty-fifty – or, say, give him ten per cent of it.

Yeah, he had to find out if that was a possibility. But right now he couldn't summon the energy to do it. He felt weirdly empty. So Blaine went downstairs and sat down in the kitchen where Gloria was preparing dinner.

"Do you ever feel like…"

"I'm not your therapist", she interrupted him.

"But my maid, that's almost the same! Now shut up and listen. Do you ever feel like something that has given your life meaning before stopped being important and suddenly nothing made sense anymore?"

"Are you depressive?"

"I'm not done talking, that's what I am! I mean, yeah, I could fleece Kurt and try to get money for my new car. But… you know? I already have a car, what's the point in all this, anyway?" Blaine sighed.

"You run after material wealth to fill the void in your heart", Gloria said.

"The void in my heart? I have no…" Blaine looked at his chest. If his heart was empty he'd knew it by now, wouldn't he?

"You spoiled little children!" Gloria shook her head. "Last family I worked for, it was the same. Money, money, money. But love? Do they have love? No!"

Blaine narrowed his eyes. He didn't like her tone, way too reproachful and judging for a maid. But he couldn't help his, his thoughts drifted to Sam. If he was here, life would be more fun. Blaine wouldn't need a new car. They could go to the tree house and sing, laugh, be happy… everything.

"Uhm… Gloria? Do you think I'm… arrogant?"

"Of course."

"Wow, how about sugar coating it?"

"Sugar is no good."

Blaine decided he didn't need her. He went outside and climbed the tree house. It was scary to sit that deep in the wilderness, the house like three hundred feet away. What if there were evil creatures out here?

"Heeeeey!"

Blaine jerked up and looked around. OMG! There was a little glowing and glittering fairy hovering in front of his face.

"Where is the beautiful fair boy? I liked him", she said.

"He's not here, as you can see!"

"I don't like you, though, bye!"

"Wait! Please! Can you… tell me what I have to do to…" Blaine gulped. "Find love?"

"That is easy, fairy kindergarten stuff! Look into your heart! Bye now!"

She vanished. Blaine looked at his chest again. What the hell did all those people want of him?

But okay. Blaine leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes and looked into his heart.