Chapter 6: The Death, The Fight, And The Confession
"So it's a date then." Sam said. "Yep." Blaine answered while playing what Sam just literally said over and over and over in his mind. "He does realize that he just said that it is a "date" right?" Pretty soon Blaine dropped off Sam at the Pierce household and was about to ring the doorbell when lo and behold who should appear before Sam but Santana. "Hello Santana, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again?" Sam asked her. "Oh nothing to special Trouty, except for the fact we need to get you ready for your date tonight." She said with a smirk on her face. "Riiight… well you don't need to do anything for me Santana, and it isn't a date, I just like Blaine and have a crush on him and have feelings for him. Can't a guy go out and have dinner with his guy friend?" Sam told her.
"Sure he can Trouty, but it still is a date in my books." Santana replied with a smile. "Ok Santana seriously, what is going on? I know you have something planned, you never are this happy unless you are planning something mean, or are planning to get back at somebody, or you are going to mess something up, so what is going on?" Sam asked suspiciously. "Nothing's going on Trouty. I'm just really glad that I could help you through the confusion you had with your feelings concerning Blaine, and you didn't turn out to be like me; a total bitch who was angry and fighting against themselves trying to convince themselves that they are not gay or bi but rather, that they are straight." Santana told him.
"But anyway, you should be getting ready for your date with Gay Bowtie." Santana said. "Yeah I know, I was wondering if you could help me choose an outfit for tonight though…that is why I was hoping to come over here…" Sam said quietly with a little blush made its way onto his cheeks. "Sure thing Trouty, I suppose I could help you out in the fashion department. What were you planning to go in?" "Well I wanted to go in a pair of black jeans, with a skin-tight t-shirt." Sam told her. "I assume there are going to be some shoes and socks to go with that rather sexy image seen as I bet you don't want to go barefooted?" Santana said with a smile and an expression that said "I am imaging a really sexy boy right now, so leave me be." "Yes Santana, as a matter of fact I brought a pair of shoes and socks with me, they are the ones I have on right now." Sam replied to her letting her see the shoes that were not at all destroyed in any way shape or form. "Whoa Trouty, what did you do to give them that shiny sparkle, have you switched to shoe-sucking from baby-head sucking? Santana asked with a smirk. Sam simply smiled and proceeded up to Brittany's room so that he could let her know that he was here and wasn't going to be here long. When he got there he heard from out in the hallway what sounded like…crying.
"Hey Santana, can you come up here a minute?" Sam called. "Sure thing Trouty, what do you-" She stopped talking as soon as she heard Brittany crying. "Sam, what did you do?" Santana said to Sam, all traces of sarcasm gone, replace only with a look of when-find-out-who-made-MY-Britt-cry-they-are-sooo- dead. Santana stepped over to the front of Brittany's bedroom door, and opened it up. What Sam saw made him really think of whether he was crushing on Blaine or more. Brittany was cry and cradling a no longer living Lord Tubbington.
"Brittany what happened?" Santana asked her. The site of Her Britt crying over a member of her life gone from her touched something deep within Santana that just screamed to find whoever would kill the cat that was important to her Brittany, and make sure they knew what happens when they mess Santana Lopez and the ones she loves, especially Brittany. But at the moment all she could do was watch Brittany just cry and know that nothing, absolutely nothing could bring him back, not a wish upon a star, no wish given to Santa, not even wishing with all her might could bring back Lord Tubbington. Santana went over to Sam, and asked if he could leave them alone and let them just be with each other, and let Santana comfort Brittany. All Sam could do was nod his head, and head on over to the bathroom and get changed into his clothes for his dinner with Blaine. "Oh God if that was Blaine who was dead, I couldn't live. Blaine is a great guy and has so much ahead of him, God…Blaine, please wherever you are. Please be okay." Sam thought.
It was getting late and Blaine had been in his car outside of Breadsticks, he was getting tired of waiting and was about to drive off when he noticed Sam's car pulling up beside his own car. "Hey Blaine sorry for the long wait, stuff happened with Britt and Santana at Britt's house, nothing too serious to worry about though." Sam said when he got out of his car and Blaine was out of his car as well. "Okay, I was starting to get worried that you weren't going to show up." Blaine said. "Hey Blaine, can I tell you something?" Sam asked. "Sure thing Sam, ask away." Blaine replied wholeheartedly. Sam was about to ask Blaine about the crush that he was pretty sure Blaine had on Sam, but before he could get two words out of his mouth, someone spoke first.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the fag and the quarterback, what are you doing faggot? You trying to turn our quarterback into a fucking queer too?" Sam inhaled deeply and then exhaled deeply in order to prevent him from punching the guy who just spoke to Blaine in the face. Both Sam and Blaine turned to face the speaker and they saw the bully; Rick "The Stick" Nielson facing them. "What do you want Rick?" Sam asked deathly calm. "Just wanted to ask a question, that's all." Rick said with a rather unusual smile on his face. "Well what is it?" Blaine asked. "Just, did you like the present I gave the bi-girl?"
"WHAT?!" Sam yelled, "You did that to Brittany's cat?!" Sam was seeing red now, and was being held back by a rather strong pair of arms. "Oh look, the fag is trying to hurt me!" Rick yelled playfully. "Oh trust me, you will have wished that Sam had taken care of you then me." Blaine simply said with a look that could have almost rivaled Santana's threats. "Oh please, whatever fucking faggot; you shouldn't even be alive, your kind is disgusting and abnormal. But you know what I think I will accept that you are alive so deal with it." Rick simply said with an attitude of disgust. "Oh you know what, that does IT!" Sam yelled and he broke free of Blaine's hold and tackled Rick. Sam was just about to start hitting Rick when all of a sudden. "SAM!" Blaine screamed. Sam looked down and saw a small Rick stab him with a small knife and run away. Blaine immediately called 911, and was doing everything he could to keep Sam alive.
"NO, No, please, don't die. I-I never got to tell you my secret! Please Sam!" Blaine was frantic and was trying to keep it together when he heard Sam say "I know about your crush on me Blaine, and I don't care about it. I like it actually, and I never got to tell you something too." The ambulance had pulled up and everything was happening so fast that Blaine only heard three words, but those three words were the world to Blaine. "I love you Blaine." And then Sam was taken away to the hospital, leaving Blaine alone which is when he made the call to all the Glee club members.
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