Blaine felt a little disheartened that Sam wouldn't discuss it with him, or never felt excited for him. This was a huge opportunity for Blaine, maybe Sam felt a little pushed out. Blaine had been spending more time in the office, maybe that was the reason.
"Sam?" Blaine said as he opened the bedroom door, to see Sam propped up in bed, texting on his phone, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?" Sam answered without looking up from his phone, grinning down at the message he was reading before replying.
"You just don't seem to want to talk to me." Blaine said with a small sigh as he sat on the bed opposite Sam, "Is it because I'm always talking about New York?"
"Partly." Sam said as he placed his phone down and looked up at Blaine.
"I'm sorry...but I'm excited, I've always wanted to go!" Blaine explained and Sam reached for one of his hands
"And I am happy for you babe, honestly." He said and Blaine's face melted into a smile, leaning forward and capturing Sam's lips in a kiss, and then the phone dinged a new message and Sam broke the kiss to pick it up.
Blaine watched him for a second with a small smile, before he creased his eyebrows at the lit-up look on Sam's face as he read the text. Blaine worried his lip a little.
"Who you texting?" He asked and Sam's head shot up in alarm, and Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Oh erm...Puck, yeah he wants to go out Friday night." Sam stumbled over his words and Blaine frowned slightly before he shrugged.
"Oh ok, well you know by now that I leave for New York City next Tuesday," Blaine said and Sam nodded absently as he typed a reply to Puck, and Blaine shot out one hand to grab Sam's arm lightly, "Maybe you could come with me? Even if it's only for a week, I'm sure Nancy would give you a break from work."
Sam looked up at him, before grabbing him around the waist and pulling him down onto the bed with him, kissing Blaine deeply. Blaine opened his lips automatically for his boyfriend's probing tongue, it's not often that Same took initiative like this so Blaine always enjoyed it.
Sam broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, causing Blaine to groan in disappointment at being stopped, and Sam chuckled at him, before running a hand through his curls.
"B, I would love too, but New York...it just isn't my thing, I've been there before remember?"
Blaine frowned slightly, but moved his hands onto Sam's chest, thumbs rubbing against his nipples lightly underneath his shirt, and resting his forehead against Sam's cheekbone.
"Yeah but, that was with friends in high school, maybe with me it would be different?" Blaine said a little hopefully, and Sam gave him a tight smile.
"Maybe..."
"And we can dress up and join Pride-" Blaine started and Sam placed a hand gently over his mouth to stop the flood of words.
"Pride?" He asked with scepticism.
"Yeah!" Blaine said excitedly and grabbed both of Sam's shoulders as he moved over him to straddle Sam's waist, "I know that we always watch the one here, but Pride in New York always looks so much more flashy and fun, maybe we could join in."
"No, Blaine, Pride really isn't my kind of thing." Sam said with a small frown and Blaine huffed a little.
"What? But we always go and watch it." He said as he played with Sam's hand from where he sat atop him.
"Yeah, watch," Sa replied and pulled Blaine down to roll them over, pinning the smaller man underneath him, "I don't really feel comfortable participating."
"Is it because you read those blogs about Gays bashing Bi people?" Blaine said and Sam sighed against Blaine's neck, as Blaine brought both of his arms around Sam's neck and pulled him in closer, "Sam I told you, almost everyone is coming out as Bi, Pan or A-sexual now. Everyone is a lot more accepting in New York."
Sam pulled back and rolled off of Blaine and sat next to him, crossing his arms a little.
"Blaine, I don't want to go, I'm sorry." Sam said with a finality in his tone and Blaine's eyes turned a little lost and sad.
"But it would be a vacation for us." He said pulling at Sam's shirt.
"Don't whine Blaine, come on." Sam said as he leaned back onto the bed and picked up his phone again.
"Fine." Blaine huffed a little as he flopped down beside him, before he gave him a smirk, "I guess I'll go dress in drag and go have fun by myself."
"Wait, you're actually going to wear a dress and make-up? Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Blaine said as he narrowed his eyes at Sam, "To support my people."
"Your people? Drag queens?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow and Blaine laughed a little.
"No just Divas, and Queens in general." Blaine said with a few flourishing hand gestures and Sam scrunched up his nose.
"Whatever...just don't bring the dress home ok?"
Blaine crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
He lay on the bed for a while, finalizing plans in his head for his trip. He was so excited to be going to the place he always wanted to live.
New York used to be his dream city, the schools there for musical theater were extraordinary and Broadway was where Blaine had always imagined he would be.
Plans changed soon after that, when he found out that Sam couldn't get into any colleges in New York, so Blaine being as giving as he was, followed his boyfriend to San Francisco.
He turned to watch Sam for a minute, as he typed out messages on the phone and reading the replies. Before he spotted it, and it made his blood run cold. He froze and his eyes widened as eh looked at the ring finger on Sam's hand, where his name used to be prominent.
Now instead of Blaine, it said Alice, and the Anderson was starting to fade into more different letters. His eyes filled with tears as he watched Sam.
Sam seemed to notice after a while that Blaine was crying and he sighed.
"B, please I can't go to New York with you-"
"Who's Alice?"
Sam froze too, and Blaine's tears fell faster and hotter.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him slowly and Blaine pointed to his ring finger and then to his phone.
"Is that who you're really texting right now?" Blaine said as he choked on a sob and left the bed.
"Blaine wait, I can explain-"
"Don't bother!" Blaine yelled out as he ran through his apartment and grabbed a jacket his shoes and wallet before running out of the front door and down the steps.
He couldn't believe this was happening.
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He ran out of the house, and ran and ran and ran.
He had no idea where to go, he just wanted to get away. By the time he stopped he was outside Cooper's apartment, and he quickly rapped on the door before he realised that maybe Coop was asleep because it was...he checked his watch 1:15am.
He sighed as he leaned against the door when no answer came, and he was just about to walk away, when there was a thud and a groan from inside before some steps sounded.
"Who the fuck...knocking on my- at this time of ni-Blaine!" Cooper was mumbling before he opened the door and his eyes widened as he took in the depressed state of his little brother, "What the- What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" Blaine said a little desperately as tears built up in his eyes and Cooper quickly moved aside to let him in.
"Are you okay?" Cooper said as Blaine stood in the entryway, clearly upset and trying to hold himself together.
As Cooper placed a hand on his shaking brother's shoulder, he collapsed against Cooper's chest, sobbing loudly, and Cooper had no choice but to half carry his little brother over to the couch to place him down gently.
He sat with him as he sobbed, rubbing his back soothingly, but not asking any specific questions yet, Blaine would talk when he had calmed, that's how he worked.
After about 10 minutes, the sobs turned into little whimpers and sniffles and Cooper extracted himself from his brother, to go and make some coffee, before he came back, handing Blaine a mug, and sat and waited for the explanation.
"So..?" He prompted after a silent minute and Blaine sighed into his mug before turning his wide, red, sad eyes to Cooper.
"Sam has a different name on his finger." Blaine said quietly and Cooper froze, not knowing what to say to that.
It wasn't that uncommon for names to change, but Blaine absolutely adored Sam, Cooper thought they might have been it, finite, the end.
"Oh." he said as he berated himself for not having an answer, and he took one of Blaine's hands and ran a thumb over the back in a comforting motion, "I don't really understand-"
"You think I do?"
"You guys were so in love I-"
"I guess not."
"That's not true, Blaine," Cooper tried to alleviate some sadness from his brother, "Sam told me once that you were the love of his life."
"Yeah, maybe I was, back then."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that he was texting somebody, who I believe could be the person who's name is on his finger over where mine used to be, I knew he wasn't texting Puck, he was making too many smiley faces. I just didn't expect this."
"So what's this other guy's name?" Cooper asked after Blaine settled back into the couch, worn out from his rough evening.
"Alice." Blaine mumbled, but loud enough for Cooper to catch it, and his brother raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Oh I- Oooh!" Realization dawned on Cooper and he winced as he took his baby brother back into his arms, "I'm so sorry, Bee."
"I don't know what to do, Cooper," Blaine said as he buried his face into his brother's shirt, and Cooper kissed the top of his head as they sat together, "What am I suppose to do, say, think, feel?"
"I can't answer that for you, bro," Cooper said quietly as Blaine sniffed again, "stay with me tonight, and then you can figure things out tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok." Blaine replied as he pulled back, giving Cooper a small sad smile, "Thanks, Coop."
"Anytime, little bro, you know that."