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Chapter 7

Blaine got up, took Sam's hand and they walked upstairs. To Finn's room, actually, because Finn had told them not to.

The only problem was that Puck was here. He sat on the bed, very many pink little notebooks spread around him and wiping his eyes with a tissue.

"So sad. So touching! The life story of an underestimated boy. I will make a movie out of that", Puck said.

"What… is that Finn's diaries?" Blaine asked. Sam took one of the notebooks and read a passage out loud.

"Today I counted the minutes my toaster needed to grill my sandwich and it was the same as yesterday. Isn't it weird how it just does the same thing every day without any changes? It's like it's a machine or something."

Sam pulled an impressed face. Now that he thought about it…

"No, no, we can't do this!" Blaine pulled the notebook out of Sam's hands and also the one out of Puck's hands.

"The hell is your problem, dude?" Puck asked nicely.

Meanwhile Sam pushed all the notebooks from the bed, sat on it and bounced up and down. Okay, now they had gotten a room. They literally were in a room. What was supposed to happen now, why did everybody always say that?

"Blaaaine!" he complained.

"Not now, Sam, seriously, Puck, I thought you are Finn's friend?"

"I am! That's why I'm allowed to read his diary without asking him!"

"No, that's called invasion of privacy!"

"Euw, get your mind out of the gutter. Finn has Kurt now", Puck said.

"Blaaaine!"

"NOT NOW!

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Now Finn walked in because he always knew when people broke into his room. He put his hands on his waist and stared them all down. Then he saw his diaries on the ground and screamed in a high voice, leaping to them.

"My babies!"

"Puck read them", Sam squealed. "Blaine forbid it. Blaine is the best human being there is on the planet!"

"Awwww, okay, now", Blaine said. He jumped onto the bed, pulled Sam with him and joined their mouths immediately. Sam didn't protest (why would he), threw his arms around Blaine and entangled their legs.

"Dude, this is a total lie, I didn't read it", Puck said. "Sam did. Even out loud."

"Did Sam also mark some passages with bright yellow?"

Finn pointed at a passage while Puck quickly put his hand with the yellow highlighter in it behind his back.

"Yup. Sam did it."

"I don't believe you", Finn said. "Sam and Blaine were downstairs like five minutes ago while you have been in my room for at least fifteen minutes."

"OMG I think Sam and Blaine will start to undress every moment now!" Puck said. It worked, it distracted Finn, who screamed again and jumped to his bed to separate the couple on it. Meanwhile Puck sneaked out of the room, snickering like an evil villain because that was a cool thing to do.

Blaine had very strong legs so he succeeded in kicking Finn away.

"We're not up for threesomes!"

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You literally just got together with Kurt", Sam remembered Finn. "You're such a bad brother!"

"And lover", Blaine said.

"Oh yeah, that's what I wanted to say."

"GUYS I'm not joking, stop making out on my bed!" Finn said.

"But we only got here!" Sam protested.

"I. don't. care!"

Sam pouted while Blaine agreed to the terms of their host and got up. He neatly arranged his clothes. Finn crossed his arms and waited until they both were out of the room. Then he locked the door and started to look for a new hiding place for his diaries.

"Sam, now that we're officially together we can't keep on making out as if nothing else matters. We've got things to do now, talks to talk", Blaine informed the blond boy who was busy turning around the paintings in the hall to check their backsides for secret treasure maps.

"What do you want to talk about?" Sam absently asked.

"I don't know, the usual stuff. Marriage, children, the future. And another thing we have to do is fight."

"Oh, that doesn't sound like fun. Can't we skip that?"

Blaine waggled his head. "To be fair we have fought before maybe that counts."

"Yes!"

"Do you suffer from any sexual transferable diseases?" Blaine asked while studying his very own boyfriend-checklist notebook.

"No."

"Are you sure? Have you been to a doctor?"

"No but I'm a virgin."

"Oh, that answers my next question. Maybe I should actually put that first on the list."

Blaine sat down in the hallway to work on the improvement and Sam viewed the last painting. Now look at that, there was something on it!

"What size uhm… If I want to buy condoms should I go for… like… XS or XL or…?" Blaine asked with a hint of red on his cheeks.

"Do you have a magnifying glass?"

"Uhm, what? Really? That small?"

"Huh?" Sam looked up from the writing on the painting that he couldn't make out. It looked a little bit like a signature but that would be silly, right? It was on the backside so it had to be a secret treasure hint like in National Treasure! Sam was so Nicolas Cage right now!

To show how cool he was he put on his hood. Then he glanced to all sides and sneaked into a room with the painting behind his back. Blaine stood up from the ground, followed his boyfriend and closed the door behind them. It was another bedroom so he expected that Sam would show him now.

But Sam laid the painting on the bed and narrowed his eyes at it.

"Help me out here, Blaine. Can you read that?"

"What? Sam, we've got more important things to talk about!"

"More important than getting rich?"

"So you want to build up a career after school?" Blaine wrote something down. Sam frowned at it, then decided to ignore it and looked around for either a magnifying glass or normal glasses.

"What perspectives are you thinking about?" Blaine asked. "I'm going for Broadway star or opera singer."

"Comedian or teen idol", Sam said. "My role model is Justin."

Sam stroked about the writing. How could it be that he didn't find anything to read it!? Would that be the end of his exciting quest?

Meanwhile Kurt had some problems with Quinn. To be specific she repeatedly hit her hands against his arm.

"Hey, stop it! I'm not the bad guy here", Kurt said. "Finn is. He should have talked to you."

"What have you done to him, have you drugged him? Because why else would he kiss you!?"

"Uhm, no, he loves me."

"Yeah, sure, and Sam and Blaine are not doing the nasty right now!"

Kurt looked around. His mentioned friends weren't to be seen. Hadn't Sam talked about getting a room? Oh well, as long as it was Finn's room. But wait – where was Finn?

"Puck! Have you seen Finn lately?" Kurt called the bad boy while ignoring Quinn.

"Yeah. He's in his room with Sam and Blaine."

"Oh. Yeah. That's okay then. Uhm, are they, like, talking about school stuff?"

"Haha, lol! No, they are not!" Puck shook himself with laughter and came to them. He sat down next to Quinn, laid his arms on the rest and looked from one to the other. Kurt still looked questioningly at him.

"Dude, really? It's Sam and Blaine, what do you think they are doing?" he said.

"But, I mean… Finn?"

"Even Finn can't stop them."

"I still don't understand", Kurt said.

"Wanna make out?" Puck waggled his eyebrows at Quinn who sent him glaring looks. But of course she couldn't miss this chance to get back at Finn and eventually agreed.

Kurt sighed. Time to clear things up, once and for all. He went upstairs and knocked against Finn's door.

"Look, I know you said you just want to try things but maybe you still should break up with Quinn first?" he said and then waited for an answer. While he did that he heard some noises from his parents' bedroom.

Now, his parents weren't home (thus the party) so did he really want to know who was in there and why?

No, he didn't. But he had no other choice because now Blaine screamed "SAM!" and that was already more than Kurt ever wanted to know.

He frantically knocked against Finn's door. "Please, let me in, I don't want to listen them!"

Finally the door got unlocked and Finn glanced through a small gap.

"What!?"

"Either let me come in or come downstairs with me right now!"

"What's the hurry?"

"Sam and Blaine are doing it in Mum's and Dad's bedroom and I don't want to –"

Kurt didn't have to say what he didn't want to do because Finn stormed out of his room and hit against said door.

"Are you freaking kidding me!? I didn't throw you out of my room so you could move on to the next! Come out, right now! Well, after getting dressed!"

"What the hell are you thinking of us?" Blaine ripped the door open, luckily fully dressed.

"I'm only thinking things you gave me a reason for to think", Finn said. Wow, that had sounded clever. He should note that wise sentence in his diary.

"He is right, Blaine." Sam appeared and demonstrated a body roll. "We could just as well have been doing it!"

"Get out, now!" Finn gently asked.

"By the way, it wasn't me", Sam said as he exited the room. "The painting fell from the wall all by itself."

"What painting?" Finn went into the room and screamed in a high voice. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"

"Yeah, whatever", Sam said. He followed Blaine to the stairs and whispered: "Luckily he doesn't know about the treasure map that is lost forever now."

"Uhuh, right", Blaine said. "Now you still didn't tell me about your size. But maybe we can talk about that tomorrow when we have more privacy."

Sam smiled and nodded even if he didn't know what Blaine was talking about. They joined hands as they walked into the basement, and Blaine gestured to Puck and Quinn on the couch.

"Looks like everybody is happy now."

"Except Finn because I broke his painting."

"Hey, it was an accident, right? I mean who would think that the frame breaks into little pieces just because you tried to open it?"

"I know, right!? It's not my fault they child locked it or something!"

"Exactly! Now…" Blaine sat down on the couch and pulled out his notebook again. They still could talk about the more general topics, couldn't they?

"Do you ever plan on having – mm." Blaine pulled back from lips that suddenly lay on his mouth.

"The hell, Sam, we need to clear this up."

"It's a party! And we haven't kissed in like half an hour!"

"Well… you may have a point there."

Upstairs Finn had stopped crying over that beautiful painting which he was sure was a Van Gogh or at least a Rembrandt and returned to his room. Kurt was sitting on his bed, filing his nails.

"Where you downstairs to break up with Quinn?"

"No, I was in Mum and Dad's bedroom crying over a painting."

"The hell?"

"Sam and Blaine broke it."

"I don't want to know what they were doing with it. Anyway, break up with Quinn now?"

Finn rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, Finn, you have to", Kurt said and when the other boy has left the room he added: "Idiot."

But then he followed him downstairs because he wanted to see the grand finale.

The screams were so loud Sam and Blaine actually stopped making out and paid attention to their surroundings. It was basically Quinn throwing things around and Finn dodging mentioned things.

"It's not you, it's me", Finn said and stepped the left to avoid a shoe.

"Oh yeah, it's you! You're an ass!"

"It just doesn't work with us", Finn said, this time dodging a book.

"He is your brother!"

"From another mother", Puck defended Finn. Or maybe he just wanted some attention, too. If so it worked because Quinn swirled around and glared at him.

Puck lifted his hands.

"Hey, look, I don't get why you're upset. You're free to be with me now, how much better can it get?"

Quinn snorted and left the basement. With a big sigh Finn sat down on the couch next to Sam and Blaine.

"You two, you two", he said. "Why can't everything be as easy and obvious like your relationship?"

"Uhm, it's not easy. We fought", Sam said.

"Sam pretended to hate me", Blaine said.

"Oh, STFU, that was just a quarrel but it still was obvious you love each other. And you're not related that makes things so much easier!"

"Well, that much is true." Sam shrugged at Blaine.

"You'll get through it", Blaine said because he had decided they wouldn't listen to Finn's whining anymore. He nodded sideways and Sam understood. They secretly went away and made room for Kurt who immediately sat down.

"Honey, it's okay. We're together now, everything will be okay", he said, patting Finn's shoulder.

Finn nodded because it sounded reasonable, yes.

Upstairs Quinn slapped Puck who had been a little too annoying and stormed out. Puck shrugged it off – because he was used to people running out on him – and returned to his one true love: Jack Daniels.

At the same time Sam tried to phone Rachel to find out where she and Jesse had vanished to but…

"No admittance. It's like they were beamed to another world", Sam said. "OMG, without asking if we want to come with them!? How rude!"

"Do you want to have children, Sam?"

"What? Now?"

"Some time in the future", Blaine explained the meaning of planning one's life.

"How would I know? I'm still a kid myself."

"Oooooh man! Can't we, like, just once talk seriously about mature stuff? And with that I don't mean sex!"

"Oh my God! You said the s-word!" Sam screamed and ran away while Blaine rolled his eyes and wrote 'Not until a few more years' behind the question 'When will we sleep together for the first time?'.

Kurt frowned at Sam but didn't get up to comfort the upset boy. No, he stayed where he was for the very selfish reason to enjoy Finn's company.

That's how the party went on. Kurt told Finn how okay everything was, Blaine tried to calm down Sam by assuring him to never use the s-word again (any time soon) and Puck got drunk. That might've been the biggest surprise of them all.

So this is how the story ends. Don't be afraid now, upset readers, of course Sam and Blaine later in life did some things that could be described as 'the s-word'. Kurt and Finn didn't, though, because one week later Finn went back to Quinn.

Now the only remaining mystery is the whereabouts of Rachel and Jesse. See the thing was they hadn't walked into a sun set. That's what they thought but in fact it had been the big fat TV screen in the living room where they spent the rest of the night happily watching 'Twilight'. And, for no reason at all, Rachel secretly compared Jesse to Edward and wished her boyfriend had turned out to be a vampire after all. But well. You can't have everything, right?

The end