When Blaine arrives at Finn and Sam's house he finds that everyone from the glee club is there to show support. However, they're all standing outside. He thanks Sebastian for bringing him and says goodbye to his date, who speeds away quickly with nothing more than a quick nod. Blaine walks over to a crying Rachel. "Rachel, why are all you guys just standing out here? We should all be in there giving Sam our support." He says demandingly.

Rachel sniffles and wipes her eyes. "Sam doesn't want any of us to see him right now. He's doesn't want anyone to see him crying or showing weakness."

Just then Burt pokes his head out from behind the door. "Blaine," he calls out, getting the former Warbler to turn his focus, "Sam's asking for you." Blaine bolts for the front door and is led up to Sam's room.

Finn is sitting outside of Sam's room, not wanting to be too far away in case he's needed. Burt and Carole give the boys some privacy and try to get Finn to come with them, but he refuses to leave. As Blaine enters Sam's room there is very little light inside and Sam is lying on his side, his back to the door. "Sam," Blaine says carefully as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Sam rolls over and sits up, hanging his legs over the edge of his bed. He looks over at his friend and Blaine can see the damage the pain he's feeling is causing him. Sam's eyes are hallow and surrounded by dark circles, the tracks of his tears have left his face with a red stain. He leans his head over onto Blaine's shoulder and Blaine wraps an arm around Sam causing him to relax for the first time since he found out his family was dead. "I'm Sam, whatever you need."

Sam looks up at Blaine and he wants nothing more than to kiss his perfect lips, but this isn't how he wants that moment to happen so he lays his head back down on the comforting shoulder. "Thanks Blaine." Sam says with a single tear falling down his cheek.

….

Two weeks have passed and Blaine has finally succeeded in his mission to get Sam to laugh again, granted it was through a tickle attack, but nonetheless Sam was laughing. "Blaine, stop it! You're gonna make me pee my pants!" Sam yells laughing as he tries to push Blaine off of him. Their eyes lock for just a second, but in that short glimpse of time Blaine and Sam's hearts skip a beat.

Blaine releases Sam from his attack, clearing his throat in a faux coughing manner. "Uh, sorry, guess I got a little carried away. Just wanted to get you to laugh, like you did for me when…" He trails off not wanting to remind Sam of anyone that has died.

Sam squeezes Blaine's hand. "It's OK to talk about him around me. I won't break."

"I'm good, but thank you Sam." Blaine says softly. Blaine jumps off the bed and offers a hand to Sam. "How about you and I go grab a bite to eat?"

Sam laughs and takes Blaine's hand as he is pulled to his feet. "Sure, where do you wanna go?"

"It's a surprise." Blaine says as the set out for what Sam can only hope is something tastey.

….

Ten minutes later the boys are sitting at Breadstix and Sam is laughing. "It's not funny." Blaine says staring down at his menu.

"It kind of is. I mean I don't know why but I thought you were taking me to some place new or a place that you found off the beaten path or something." Sam says with his laughter die down some.

Blaine takes a bite of his chicken parmesan, swallows hard and looks at Sam with slight irritation filling his face. "I was planning on taking you to this new place that opened downtown, but I got a tweet from them saying the opening was postponed until next week, so this was the only place I could think to bring you." He looks at his plate feeling like he's ruined Sam's day. "I'm sorry if today has been a real let down for you, Sam. I just wanted to get you to have some fun."

Sam laughs again, "Dude, today's been great. I've gotten to hang out with my best friend all day.

…

Will Schuester and his girlfriend, Emma Pillsbury are sitting in their apartment across town, eating the lovely lunch that Emma had prepared. Will looks over at the woman he loves, sitting across from him, and he can help but feel guilty for having kept this secret for so long. It is a secret that he has kept hidden since he was a young man, whose heart was torn from his chest when he was told the love he had created had ceased to exist.

His heart pounds rapidly in his chest as he tries to come up with the words to say, but it is Emma that speaks first. "Whatever it is Will you can tell me." She hasn't even looked up from her plate as she continues to cut perfect one inch cubes from the chicken breast she'd cooked.

Will smiles at her. He loves how easy things have been lately. But, he fears once he tells her she'll leave him for good this time. "Emma…" He has to support his head with his thumb and index finger, pinching his forehead.

Emma gets up and walks over to him and wraps her arms around him. "Will, it's ok, just tell me what it is an then you'll feel better."

He looks into her wide eyes and relaxes long enough to produce a white envelope from his pants pocket. He lays it on the table. "Emma, when I was eighteen and Terri and I had first got engaged, we broke up for a short time during the summer after we graduated high school."

Emma can see the pain her man is feeling as he feels his body shutter in a moment of self-loathing. "Will, whatever you did when you were a boy is in the past. It doesn't matter now."

He shakes his head. "Emma, this does matter."

She takes the chair at the end of the table and pulls it around, taking a seat to listen to the rest of the story. "OK, I'm listening. Tell me what happened."

Will clears his throat and looks at Emma in the eyes so he can keep it together. "I met a girl and she was sweet, kind, pretty, and we fell in love. A summer fling if you will." He gives her a moment and she nods for him to continue. "Well at the end of the summer she told me she was pregnant." Emma remains silent, but Will can see that she's hiding her fear. "She and I were both supposed to head off for separate schools the next week and she came by my house and told me she had terminated the pregnancy." Emma lets a sigh of relief slip for just a moment, but she sucks it back in when she sees that the story isn't over. "Last year I found out that was a lie…but I wasn't sure if he was mine, until that came in. I confronted Mary about him being my son and she told me I wasn't his father and that she'd gotten pregnant again with Dwight's baby during her freshman year, but unless Sam was extremely premature, his birthday just doesn't match up." He holds up the envelope for Emma to see. "She wrote me this letter and had it sent after she died, letting me know that she was sorry for lying to me, not only the first time, but last year when I asked her about it." Tears are forming in Will's eyes and Emma wants to hold him, but she doesn't know if she how she feels about Will keeping a secret like this.

"Emma," he says wiping his eyes, "I wanted to tell you, but Mary didn't want me to say anything to Sam about any of this, and without being one hundred percent certain I didn't want to tell you. Plus I was scared if I did tell you or if I said anything to anyone, Mary and Dwight would have taken Sam away."

"But they did." She says finally speaking. "They did take him away. At the end of the summer, they moved to Kentucky. Why couldn't you tell me then?"

Will drops his head in shame, but he forces himself to look at the woman he loved. He owed her nothing but the truth after all. "You and I were finally happy, and I was so scared if I told you …you might leave me for not doing something more, or that you'd hate me for cheating on Terri before we were married."

Emma keeps her prim and proper self in check. She takes Will's hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss. She tries to put herself in his shoes and can't even begin to imagine how she would have handled a situation like that. When she pulls away she feels a tear fall from her lover's eye and land on her cheek. She opens her eyes and sees a smile has taken his face, but it's only half of a happy smile. "I love you Will, and however you want to handle this situation with Sam…I'm with you all the way."

…..

Around six in the evening Blaine and Sam are sitting at the Lima Bean drinking coffee and enjoying the moment of relaxation. "So how are things with you and Sebastian?" Sam asks smiling; wanting to try and be a good friend, despite the fact that seeing the guy he's in love with out with another nearly kills him.

Blaine frowns. This is not a topic he truly wishes to discuss with Sam. "He doesn't want to be exclusive, and I get it. I mean we've only been out on six dates, but when I was with Kurt we were together the second I told him I wanted him and only him. Sebastian says we're too young to be so serious and I guess he's right…I think."

"Well, don't look now cause he's coming over." Sam says gesturing to the Warbler jacket coming in their direction. Sam pretends to check his phone before placing it on the table. He flashes Sebastian a welcoming smile and feels his body internally cringe at the site of the wannabe Cheshire Cat.

Blaine finds himself sinking into his chair, as if trying to not be seen.

"Hey Blaine, what's going on babe?" He says before planting a quick kiss on Blaine's cheek. He takes a seat that's almost in Blaine's lap and looks over at Sam. "Hi, Sam. How've you been? I'm really sorry about what happened. If there's anything you need, just let me know." The sincerity in Sebastian's voice had both boys surprised. Blaine took it as a sign of what he's always seen in Sebastian. Sam takes it as him marking his territory with Blaine.

"I'm hanging in there. Blaine's been making me do stuff to keep my mind focused on other things. He's been awesome. And thanks, that means a lot." Sam notices Blaine's coffee cup sounds empty when he puts it down on the table. "Here Blaine, let me get you another one. I need a refill anyways. Sebastian do you need anything…no ok good." Sebastian looks at Sam dumbfounded that he wasn't even given the chance to even speak.

Sebastian laughs when Sam is out of earshot. "What's so funny?" Blaine asks feeling left out on the joke.

"That boy has got it bad for you. Was I interrupting a date?" Sebastian asks playing coy.

Blaine's face scrunches in disbelief at the question as he rolls his eyes. "Sam's not gay, Sebastian. He doesn't have feelings for me and this isn't a date. Why would you say that?" Blaine's tone is more irritated than anything else.

Sebastian rolls his eyes and a short chuckle escapes his lips. "He was eye-raping you before I came over here, and," Sebastian grabs Sam's phone from the table and unlocks it, "his background is a picture of the two of you." He tilts to phone for Blaine to see.

Blaine takes the phone away, hits the top button and places it back where it had previously been. "So what, we're friends. Can straights and gays not be friends with each other?"

"Sure," Sebastian snorts a quickly laugh. "But I don't know many straight guys that have a pic of themselves with their BFF on the front screen."

"What are you guys talking about?" Blaine jumps when he hears Sam's voice come from behind him.

"Taking you out drinking!" Sebastian says abruptly before Blaine can speak.

Sam smiles, deciding to play Sebastian's game. "Sounds great, let's go." He says smugly.

Blaine sinks into his seat, knowing this could only end badly.

….

Finn and Rachel are sitting in the living room of his house alone. Burt and Carole were in D.C. on congressional business so Finn and Sam would be on their own for the next few days. Rachel tells Finn she needs to powder her nose, which he knows is code for she has to pee. "Use the upstairs bathroom, the downstairs keeps running every time someone flushes." She laughs and runs upstairs.

About thirty minutes pass and Finn decides to check on his girlfriend, thinking she might have fallen in again. He couldn't remember if he'd put the seat back down or not. When he reaches the top of the stairs he sees the door to Kurt's room is open all the way, a place it hasn't been since Burt and Finn picked out Kurt's suit for his funeral. He goes inside and finds Rachel sitting on the far side of the bed, with her back to the door.

His blood begins to boil as he can't help but be angry with her for intruding in what he considered to be a sacred space. "What are you doing in here?" He snaps at her.

Rachel snaps her head back to see and angry Finn. "Finn, what's the matter?"

"You're not supposed to be in here! NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE!" he yells, making her cry.

"Finn! I'm sorry, I ...I didn't know. I was just thinking about Kurt and…" She tries to hug him but he steps back.

He shakes his head, forcing himself to calm down. "I think you should just go home. I'm sorry for getting upset, but you know no one's supposed to go in Kurt's room."

Rachel runs out crying, leaving Finn feeling conflicting emotions. On one hand he felt bad about how he reacted to seeing her in the room, but on the other it was Kurt's room and she knew that Finn hated people going in there, for fear they might mess something up and ruin the memory of Kurt.

….

Sebastian had taken Blaine and Sam to scandals. Blaine was surprised that Sam was going in, let alone planning on drinking. After a few minutes Sam and Blaine were being handed shots of tequila and both were getting tipsy. "Hey, Blaine why don't you do a body shot off of Sammy there?"

"Ssssurrrrre, les do is" Blaine slurred.

Sam was helped up onto the bar and his shirt was removed. A lime was place in his lips, salt on his neck, and a shot poured into his bellybutton. Blaine licks the salt, and then trails his tongue down until he gets to the pool of alcohol on Sam's washboard abbs. He sucks up what he can and then goes for the lime. When he bites into the lime he spits it out quickly and gazes into Sam's glossy eyes. He leans down and kisses his friend. Sam smiles and then deepens the kiss using his tongue. When they come up for air the entire bar, save for Sebastian cheer. Blaine turns back to Sam. "Wannnnnna um…(burp) ges ow of her?" He starts to laugh and helps Sam stammer to his feet.

"Les go." Sam smiles, pulling Blaine in for another kiss and he can't help but feel a little more sober. "I love you." He says when their lips part.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS ON THE LAST CHAPTER, IT MADE MY HEART SMILE TO SEE THAT MANY REVIEWS IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. I WILL TRY AND RESPOND TO EVERYONE'S REVIEWS WHEN I GET A CHANCE. SO GLAD YOU ARE ALL ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR.