Author's Note: The reveal you've all been waiting for :P! Thanks to LeoChris for beta reading! Please take a minute to let me know what you think. I do not own Glee nor the characters involved. This story does not necessarily reflect the sexuality/relationship of Rory Flanagan and Sam Evans (we can only dream) or the actors who portray them. Enjoy! :)

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Rory closed his eyes and allowed the cool night breeze to tickle his face, clearing his head of the jumble of thoughts.

The past three days had been insufferable. Not only was the subject matter of his classes at school tedious, but he already knew everything the teachers were covering. He spent the days by himself, without anybody to talk to. The hockey players pushed him around, and he couldn't do anything about it. Even his evenings at the Pierce's home made him want to stick a fork in his eye.

To top it all off, Rory had to pass Sam in the hallways. The brunet still felt absolutely horrible about the things he had said. And he was reminded of his cruelty every time he caught Sam sneaking a sad glance at him, before the blond looked away shyly.

So he had taken to coming to the park at night to prowl around where he felt most comfortable. In the shadows.

Off to his right, just beyond the tree line, he could hear laughter. A boy and a girl, by the sound of it. The thought made Rory's heart leap with excitement.

For the moment, he decided to put aside all thoughts of the hardships he faced at school and his regrets about Sam…Sam—hadn't he heard someone saying that Sam was working evening shifts at the Lima Bean now?

No matter. For the moment, Rory was focused and on task. He split from the trail and tread quietly across the grass.

Briefly, and out of the very corner of his eye, he caught sight of a dark silhouette hiding behind a nearby tree. In a flash, it was gone and Rory could focus on the two teenagers laughing…oblivious.

…

Sam huffed in relief as he finished wiping down the last table. The Lima Bean was peacefully empty, a stark contrast from the incessant din of chatter that filled the space during rush hours.

He tossed the frayed blue rag back into the suds-filled bucket and hefted the whole thing into the storage room.

Happily hanging up his apron, Sam was pleased to call it a night. After a full day at school and a long shift in the evening, he was exhausted. Still, he was making decent money and, if he were to be honest with himself, the monotonous chores he performed at the coffee shop helped take his mind off Rory.

He had been thinking a lot about the strange Irish boy in the days since the incident in the hallway, in the most unusual of places. In class, he would recall how they had collided as he had rounded the corner. In glee club, he would think back to Rory's charming performance…and he could no longer use the school bathrooms without hearing the haunting lullaby. He would find himself in bed, lying wide-awake, and obsessing over Rory's harsh words. He was so hurt.

Sam shut off the lights and headed outside, locking the front doors firmly behind him.

The street was startlingly dark. A thick veil of clouds hid the moon and stars, and three of the nearby streetlamps were burnt out. It was drizzling lightly and autumn was definitely bringing its chill to Lima. Sam shivered; his Lima Bean T-shirt did little to keep him warm.

Sam jammed a hand into his pocket and extracted his car keys. Crossing the deserted street at a light jog, he pressed the button on his key to unlock the doors. The headlights of his small car flickered once—

Revealing two hulking figures wrapped in black hoodies, leaning against his car.

…

Rory got a strange feeling as he was leaving the park. It felt like someone was watching him. He glanced over either shoulder, but it appeared as though he was alone.

Yet, as he walked down the street, a streetlight overhead flickered out.

Yes, something was definitely off.

…

Sam's heart was thudding. The guys were huge, at least a head taller than him and with enormously broad shoulders; they looked like trouble.

The blond wasn't sure exactly what he should do. There was no one he could call on for help. He couldn't exactly spend the night in the Lima Bean, and he certainly didn't want to leave his car on the streets overnight.

He swallowed his fear and clenched his fists at his sides. He would ask them politely to move and if they wanted to start something, he would take off in the opposite direction.

"Excuse me," Sam called, wishing that his voice didn't betray his fear. "Um, that's my car and I kinda have to get home."

Slowly, the two men stepped away from the car and turned to face him. With their hoods pulled up, Sam could only make out the vaguest of their features: squared jaws and thick noses.

"This the one?" The man on right asked of the other with, surprisingly, an Irish accent.

"He still reeks of the boy…and fear," the other man chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm just going to head home now." Sam made a move to pass them, but one of the men put a gigantic hand on his shoulder, squeezing with crushing power. Sam yelped.

"Where is he?"

"Who?" Sam grunted.

"Don't be stupid, boy. Where is Rory Flanagan?"

Sam frowned. What did these guys want with Rory. "Why should I tell you?"

One of the men threw back his head and laughed, the hood of his sweater falling back. When he had calmed down somewhat he looked at Sam and the blond gasped. The large man's eyes were a horrible scarlet color. The man took a step towards Sam and chuckled once more before throwing a powerful punch.

Sam was sent flying backwards, landing badly on his right arm and skidding along the pavement. The wind knocked out of him, he tried to suck in some breath but only succeeded in getting a mouthful of the blood that was streaming down his face.

Then he felt a hand fisting the front of his T-shirt and seconds later, he was yanked into the air. The huge man held him up at arm's length, high enough so that his feet were off the ground.

"Where is Rory Flanagan? Won't you tell us, Sam Evans? Tell us where he is so we can rip him in half!" The man growled, his sour breath hot on Sam's face.

Enraged, Sam spat, "I'll never tell you. I won't let you hurt him."

The man roared in anger and swiped a hand across Sam's chest. His nails must have been incredibly large and sharp, as they tore into his T-shirt and tore into his skin.

Sam panted in agony but managed to choke out, "Fuck you."

Just as the man hissed and bared his teeth—Sam's eyes widened at the razor-sharp canines—and leaned in to tear Sam's throat out, the man was knocked to the side and Sam collapsed to the ground.

Sam couldn't see what was going on. Sounds of a fight came from the other side of the car. He dragged himself along the pavement, gasping in pain, and managed to peak around the corner of his bumper to behold a terrifying sight.

One of the large men was making sickening choking sounds as blood poured from his mouth and torn throat. The other was engaged in a wrestling match with a much smaller opponent…though the slim rival was holding his own.

As the two rolled over one another, Sam could see that the smaller figure was that of a boy.

Finally, the boy got the upper hand and he brought his fist down onto the large man's chest, his hand sinking into the man's torso with a spray of blood. After a moment, the large man lay still and the boy pulled out his hand, wiping it off on the leg of his pants.

Sam was in total shock. He weakly struggled to his feet and, holding onto the car for support, shuffled over to where the boy was kneeling on the wet street.

"H-hello?" Sam asked.

The boy whipped around into a predatory crouch, his face twisted into a vicious snarl. His sharp teeth were bared and dripping with blood, blue veins stood out along his neck and face and his eyes glowed bright red. But Sam recognized him. "Rory?"

The boy seemed to recognize the name, and he closed his eyes firmly. After a few seconds, the teeth shrunk to their normal size and the veins receded. When he opened his eyes, they were the same beautiful blue that Sam had loved when they had first met.

"Sam?"

"Oh my god!" Sam yelled in a panic, backing up into his car. He lost his footing and fell to the ground, his whole body flaring up in intense pain.

"Sam, are you alright?" Rory asked with sincere concern.

Sam couldn't quite catch his breath, starting to hyperventilate. He couldn't understand what he had just seen. Rory was…he was…

Rory stood up and slowly walked towards the blond, stopping to crouch down at his side. "Sam, it's okay."

"Help!" Sam screamed.

"No, no, no, no…" Rory soothed, putting a cool hand on either side of Sam's flushed face. "Look at me, Sam. It's okay. You're okay."

"But—"

"Shh," Rory murmured, pulling Sam towards him and gripping the other boy in a tight and protective hug. "I've got you."

Exhausted, Sam didn't resist. Instead, he found comfort in Rory's strong grip and familiar smell…