Sam had no intention of seeing Blaine ever again. Not after he had lost his mind and...Well, he was lucky he wasn't in jail.

Not that he thought he would go to jail for one ill-considered kiss. But the truth was, there was a lot he wanted to do to Blaine beyond just kissing him. Stuff that he was lucky he had managed to stop himself before trying, because Blaine just might have let him. Blaine seemed to want him too.

But now here it was, not even a week later, and they needed a sitter again. Quinn's sister suddenly needed them at her Christmas party—she hadn't bothered to mention it to them more than two days in advance, but she desperately needed them to be there for some reason. And Tina was still sick. And Matilda wanted Blaine because he was so much fun.

Quinn thought Matilda had a little crush on Blaine, in fact. She talked about him a lot, and Quinn thought it was cute. How cute would she think it was if she found out her husband had a crush on him too?

"Honey, you better go pick up Blaine now," Quinn called to him from the bedroom.

Matilda looked up from her Legos. "Can I come too?"

"Actually," Sam called back, "I was wondering if you'd mind going to get him?"

Quinn walked out of the bedroom in her robe and looked at him as if she thought he was insane. Which he probably was. "I'm not dressed, and I haven't even started on my hair yet."

"Your hair looks fine," he said. He really thought so, too; she looked good no matter how she wore her hair. He did know she wouldn't consider going to the party with it pulled back in a casual ponytail, though. "And I was thinking I could use a shower." He sniffed under his arm and made a face.

"You showered at the gym, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Then stop being ridiculous."

"Can I come too?" Matilda repeated.

"Of course you can come too!" Sam said. He picked her up and put her on his shoulders. This would be fine. Nothing was going to happen if he had his daughter with him. In fact..."Let's see if Willa wants to ride along too."

"Sam." Quinn frowned at him. "It'll take you half an hour just to get the girls bundled up. Willa doesn't even have pants on." It was true, she'd taken off three pairs of socks and two pairs of pants before they gave up and let her walk around the house in a diaper and shirt.

"Yeah, okay. Just Tillie then. You can get ready quick, right pumpkin?"

"I get to go to Blaine's house!" she yelled before she raced off to put her coat on. She must really like Blaine, Sam realized, because she didn't even argue about putting boots on.

As soon as Sam parked in Blaine's driveway, Matilda unfastened herself from her booster seat and ran out of the car and up to the porch. "Tillie," Sam called before she could press the doorbell, "wait for me, honey."

She waited impatiently and pressed it the second he stepped onto the porch. Blaine opened the door almost immediately, and he gave Sam the most beautiful smile. It was almost awkward—it might have become awkward if he hadn't noticed Matilda standing there almost right away. "Hi, Matilda! Did you pick out a good dinosaur book to read me tonight?"

"What kind of dinosaur do you want to learn about?"

"Mmm...how about pterodactyls?"

"Blaine!"

"What?"

"Pterodactyls weren't dinosaurs!"

"They weren't?" Blaine asked, looking at Sam.

"No," Sam said, though he used to think they were too. "Silly!"

Matilda patted his hand. "But I can read you my book about pterosaurs if you like them more than dinosaurs," she told him placatingly.

"That would be awesome," Blaine said. He yelled into the house, "I'm leaving with Mr. and Miss Evans now!" and walked out after his mother had yelled good-bye.

Getting back into the car, Matilda let Blaine buckle her in, even though with Sam and Quinn she'd been insisting on doing it herself for years. Before she let Blaine shut her door for her she said, "Sit in the backseat with me!"

"Blaine will be more comfortable in the front, pumpkin," Sam told her.

But Matilda asked him pretty please, and Blaine said he didn't mind sitting in back with her. Sam wanted to insist that Blaine sit in front with him, but then he remembered that this was exactly what he wanted...exactly what he needed: for Matilda to prevent him from getting too close to Blaine.

He listened to Matilda chattering to Blaine as he drove, and he glanced back at them in the rear view mirror now and then; more often than not he caught Blaine looking at him in the mirror too.

Quinn was right—Matilda definitely had a crush on him. And she wasn't shy about it: she even told him about her plan to marry him as soon as she was old enough. That was really too much. Sam had to tell her to knock it off because she was probably making Blaine uncomfortable.

But before he could say anything, Blaine was telling her, "Did you know that when two people get married, each person's parents become the other person's parents-in-law? So, for example, your daddy would be my daddy." Sam caught his eye in the mirror and Blaine blushed furiously before adding, "In law. Father-in-law. But you're way too young to get married."

Matilda kept talking, but Sam didn't hear a word she said. All he kept hearing was, "Your daddy would be my daddy." Sweet fucking Jesus, he couldn't believe Blaine had said that. If he hadn't blushed so hard after saying it, Sam would have sworn he'd misheard, or at least misinterpreted.

Back at his own house, Sam held the front door open for Matilda, who charged right inside, and for Blaine, who was a little slower getting there. "Mr. Evans, I'm so sorry," he said softly, standing in the doorway. "I promised myself I'd be good..."

"You promised you'd be a good boy for your daddy?" He caught Blaine's eye for just a second, and the lust he saw there was unmistakeable. His must be equally obvious to Blaine.

Jesus, why did he have to say that? There was no way to apologize, no way to take it back—anything he could say could only make things worse. So he did the only thing a reasonable person could do in that situation: he walked past Blaine and into the house and called out to his wife to ask if she was ready to go.

XOXOXO

The party was unbearable.

Quinn's sister didn't like him—none of her family did. The only reason she "needed" them to come, as far as Sam could gather, was because one of the couples she'd originally invited had canceled and without them her careful balance of "types" of guests was thrown off. Or something—Sam didn't much want to know what "type" Rachel considered him.

Sam was in no mood to make nice with the other guests. He was in the mood to do exactly two things: drink and brood. He ignored the looks his wife gave him as he sat by the makeshift bar and did just that.

"Hey, Sammy, everything okay?" his brother-in-law asked him, pulling up a stool next to him. He'd been sent over by one of the Fabray sisters, that much was clear. But he wasn't such a bad guy, and maybe he was just the person Sam needed to talk to.

"Lemme ask you something, man," Sam said to him conspiratorially. "What made you..."

Finn waited. "What made me what, buddy?"

But Sam couldn't ask. He wasn't drunk enough not to know better than to bring up the time Finn almost threw away everything he had with Rachel and their son for a fling with an old high school girlfriend. Rachel had taken him back, but that was three years ago and things still felt tenuous between them.

"Sam?"

"What made you...let Rachel talk you into having this party at your house, man? Wouldn't it have been easier to have it at a bar or a restaurant or something?"

Finn laughed. "Well, you know Rachel. She wants everything to be just right."

"Yeah." Sam stood up. "She probably wants a brother-in-law who socializes instead of sitting around getting drunk."

"Now that you mention it..."

"Say no more." Sam set his drink down and excused himself.

He found Quinn and held out his hand to her. "May I have this dance?"

She looked up at him icily. "No one's dancing."

"Then we'll be the first." He gave her his puppy-dog eyes until she sighed and relented. He led her in a slow-dance around the living room. "Sorry I've been acting weird," he said. "I'm over it now."

She studied his face. "How drunk are you?"

"Not very. Just enough that you'd better drive. Drive us home. And drive Blaine home." As long as he didn't have to drive Blaine home he'd be fine.

Quinn looked around when the next song started. "You managed to get people dancing."

"It's you they're all following. You know all the women want to be you and all the men want to..." Sam lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "All the men want to make love to you."

"Sam, stop..." she said, barely suppressing a giggle.

"It's true. Every man in this room wishes they were me, wishes they got to go home tonight with the sexiest, most beautiful woman here."

"Just here?" she asked teasingly.

"Anywhere. The sexiest, most beautiful woman anywhere."

It was true: Quinn was gorgeous. He was the luckiest guy alive, and he'd have to be insane to even think about anyone else.

So that was the problem, obviously. He was certifiably insane. Because as he moved around the room with his gorgeous wife in his arms, all he could think about was how Blaine's body would feel pressed against his.

XOXOXO

Blaine was asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch, when they got home. Quinn whispered, "He actually looks cute like that."

Sam couldn't agree more. He just wanted to scoop him up in his arms, carry him into the bedroom, slowly remove his clothes...Fuck. He forced a chuckle and said, "Should I be jealous?"

Quinn slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm really tired, honey, and I don't think you're drunk at all anymore. Are you sure you can't..."

Sam shook his head. "I don't want to risk it. Just think if something happened and we had to explain to his parents..."

"You're right," Quinn said with a sigh. "I'm just going to change my shoes first. Wake him up and pay him while I'm in the bedroom, all right?"

"Sure."

As soon as Quinn disappeared down the hall he sat next to Blaine and gently touched his shoulder. Then his cheek, so warm and soft under his fingertips. He put his fingers in his hair.

Blaine mumbled "Daddy" in his sleep, right before he sat up with a start. "Mr. Evans!"

"How were the girls?" Sam asked casually. Blaine leaned into his hand, prompting Sam to pull it away, mumbling, "Sorry."

"The girls were great. Willa seems to be warming up to me."

"I'm sure she loves you as much as...Matilda does." Sam pulled some money out of his wallet and handed it to Blaine. "My wife is going to drive you home tonight."

"Oh!" The disappointment and confusion was apparent on Blaine's face.

"It's better this way..."

"How were the girls?" Quinn asked from across the room. Sam and Blaine both scrambled off the couch, although they hadn't actually been doing anything wrong.

"They were great," Blaine said, reaching for his shoes. "I was just telling Mr. Evans that I think Willa is starting to warm up to me."

"Just don't expect her to fall as hard for you as Matilda has," Quinn said.

"Well. Blaine. Thanks for everything. Good night." Sam retreated to the bedroom. He stood by the door until he heard them leave, and then he let out a breath and began to undress.

He was rather pleased with himself, actually. He hadn't tried to kiss the babysitter again, despite wanting to more than anything. He had barely touched him at all, in fact, and not even that inappropriately. And given the amount of provocation Blaine had given him—"Your daddy would be my daddy," Jesus!—he'd really shown amazing self-restraint.

And then Blaine had called him daddy again when he woke him up! That was a thing for Blaine, apparently. He wanted a big, strong daddy to take care of him. And make him feel good. And that was how he saw Sam, oh Jesus fuck.

Sam had been his first kiss. He wanted Sam to be his first lover, he knew it. And Sam so wanted to be Blaine's first lover. Possess Blaine and make him his, take care of him and make him happy.

Christ, he really was insane. He had Quinn, he reminded himself. He made Quinn happy, and she did the same for him.

She entered the bedroom silently, apparently thinking Sam was asleep, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She gasped when she felt him behind her, reaching around to get the buttons for her. He worked her breasts out of the bra cups and played with her nipples while kissing her neck. "I've been waiting for you," he whispered, pressing his erection against her.

"Mmm...so you have," she said, rubbing back against him.

He removed her blouse and her bra and massaged her breasts while kissing down her back. He was kind of afraid to let go of her breasts, in fact: they were a pretty obvious reminder that he was making love to his WIFE, who of course he was crazy about because she was hot as hell and he was not insane, and he certainly wasn't trying to use her as some sort of sick substitute for the seventeen-year-old boy who was the one he really wanted to fuck.

Quinn moved one of his hands under her skirt and inside her panties. She was so wet for him. She moaned as she rubbed her clitoris against his fingers. "Sam, I'm ready."

"You're ready? Does that mean you want me?"

"What do you think it means, silly?"

Sam hiked her skirt up to her waist, pulled her panties down, and nudged her legs apart. He stepped out of his boxers and rubbed his dick between her legs for just a moment before he entered her quickly and forcefully.

"Oh!" Quinn was obviously surprised. It was the first time he'd taken her from behind in...he couldn't even remember how long. He half expected her to tell him to stop, but instead she braced herself with her hands against the wall and moved with him.

He wasn't thinking about Blaine at all while he fucked into her, one hand gripping her breast and the other madly rubbing her clit. He was only thinking of making his wife come before he did.

When she did come, when she had to muffle her cries so as not to wake the children, when he felt her slick walls clamping down on his cock, that's when he thought of Blaine, of how it would feel to have his cock in Blaine's virgin asshole, how Blaine would feel when he came, how he'd probably call him daddy when he did.

He bit his lip when his orgasm hit and he emptied his load into his beautiful wife. It wasn't that he was afraid he'd be loud enough to wake the girls, it was that he was scared to death he'd say the wrong name.