AN: I'll just skip to the story. I don't think I have to warn you if there's sex or not.

Disclaimer: I totally don't own Glee or any other contents of it.


[Present time]

"Ugh, yes. Yes!"

"Fuck yeah! Harder!"

The creaking of the bed and the slapping of their bodies can be heard from down the hallway. Across the hallway was Blaine's bedroom.

Thank God, Blaine was called in for an emergency. Sam thought

"UH! Yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder, faster!"

"You like that? Yeah! You like what I'm doing to you? You want some more of it?"

"Yes! Yes! I want more of it!"

"Then you have to beg me for it! Beg me to fuck you harder, stronger, faster and better than before!"

"Please! Please fuck my hole! Please fuck me better! Harder! Stronger! I want more of your cock!"

"You may have my cock."

Sam starts to impale the blonde man's tight hole harder than when they've started. He hits his prostate perfectly every thrust. The unnamed blonde boy tries to reach for his throbbing, aching hard-on, which is now at least eight inches long and three inches thick. Sam knew he needed his release. Instead, he slaps his hand away from his dick.

"Please let me! Just a few strokes! Let me do it!"

"No! I want you to cum because of me! I'm going to fuck the cum out off your cock!"

Just then, Sam hits his prostate with his eleven incher a few more times and then the blonde started to erupt so hard that it spread all over Sam's taut stomach and bulging chest as though he was a canvas for painting. A few spurts hit Sam's chin and lip. Sam licked his lips and tasted the blonde's cum. It tasted salty with some sweetness to it.

Sam made an "Mmm" sound; showing that he really liked it.

"Ugh. You like the taste of my cum, baby? Yeah, I know you like it." He was out of breath. Sam scooped up the cum on his chin, chest and stomach and licked his hand clean. He leaned down and kissed the boy under him. It wasn't long until Sam was convulsing on top of the man.

"Ahhh! Fuuuuuuck! Shiiiiiiiiiit! Uhhh..." Blow after blow of his cum into the condom, the man can feel the condom quickly filling up. "Ahh... fuck... shit... uhhh... shit..."

The final streams of cum spilled out of the condom, spreading all over Sam's limp dick. The room was completely silent. The only sounds that could be heard were their synchronized breathing, hands running through skin and a bunch of keys falling and ringing on the carpeted floor.

Wait! What the fuck was that?

Sam craned his neck to face the doorway of his apartment. It couldn't be more than shit happening to Sam but Blaine wasn't just standing there because he found a huge rock in Sam's bedroom.

Blaine turns and quickly escapes the hallway. Sam hears the door to the apartment living room slam. Sam gets off the man, rips the condom off his now limp, six inch cock and grabs his discarded black boxer briefs from the floor and puts them on. He starts to run off to Blaine.

"Blaine? Blaine! Blaine!?" Sam heads out of the apartment. He looks for Blaine for minutes, only to find him near their floor's ice machine, on the floor. Sam could hear sobs coming from Blaine.

Blaine's sniffles echo throughout the room. "Blaine?"

It's obvious to Sam that Blaine doesn't want to answer, but Sam persists. "Blaine, please answer."

Blaine just shrugged.

"Blaine, please, please don't be mad at me. Blaine, please answer." Sam raises Blaine's head by his chin. Blaine's eyes are blood shot and wet. His face is damp from tears. "Blaine, please stop crying."

"Blaine?"

"Why are you still here? Wait... why do you know his name?"

"We went to school together in high school. Blaine, is that really you?"

Blaine still wouldn't answer anybody.

"Jeff Sterling. Your roommate is Blaine?"

"Well, Jeff, why don't you just leave? I need to talk to-"

"No, Sam. Why don't you just leave me? Leave the apartment, and don't ever come back."

What? Did he just kick me out? Out of my own apartment? Our apartment?

"What? Why are you doing this? Please, Blaine, I can explain."

"No, Sam. Just, leave. Jeff, you too."

"Okay," he whispered out, feeling a bit guilty of what happened. Sam heard the sound of footsteps decrease into the hallway.

"What are you still doing here, Sam?" Blaine's words stung like a snake's venom.

"Please, Blaine, let me explain."

"What is there to explain? I'm done. I'm done thinking that the impossible will never happen. I thought you could never love me. But apparently, I was wrong. I just have one thing. Why did you keep me hanging? You know I like you. You know I loved you. Isn't this something you tell your best friend?"

Sam couldn't even move.

"I-I... I was scared you would reject me." Sam could only muster up. His heart was now as heavy as his head. His breathing hitched every now and then. "Blaine, please don't kick me out. I can't live without you-"

"You should have said that before bringing Jeff home. Why don't you declare you love to him."

"I don't love him. I love you. Blaine, please, I love you."

"I thought you love all the other people you pick up from the bar than me."

"Don't say that." Sam felt like he was being hit by bricks in all the wrong places; Blaine strikes Sam's heart every blow, never hitting. "You know I love you before we even got to college."

"I thought so, too. I don't think I want to be near you tonight, Sam. Fine, if you're not going to leave, I guess I should be going." Sam shot a look full of fright and worry. The faint vibration and rumble the ice machine makes suddenly fills the room. The one blinking light bulb in ceiling shows the broken features of Blaine.

Sam's tears dried on his cheeks and shirt. Blaine stands up and heads for the hallway.

"Why didn't you tell me that you still love me?"

Blaine stopped in his tracks and breathed out cold and lifeless air. After a few minutes of dreading the true answer, Blaine continues to head back to his room.

Emerging from the his bedroom, Blaine carried a suitcase full of clothes and important things out the apartment. Blaine, knowing full well Sam was just waiting outside their apartment, stepped outside to find him crying.

"Goodbye, Sam."


The sudden bright light hurt his eyes; he tries to rub some sleep out of them. I couldn't fathom why he's awake at this ungodly hour.

Really, who's awake at this time?

He shuffles to the front door where the loud knocks are coming from. As he slides the door open enough to see who the mystery interrupter is, he didn't expect Blaine to be here.

"Hi, Kurt. Mind if I stay for a while?"


EN: Please leave comments and reviews. Thanks for reading! In all honesty, I don't have anything planned. Mind giving out suggestions on what happens next?