Sam is walking into his parents' house in Kentucky. His brother, Stevie, and sister, Stacy, come running out to greet him. They jump into his arms, laughing as they're happy to have their big brother home. Sam spins them around and hugs them tightly before planting a kiss on top of both of their blonde heads. He looks up to see his mother, Mary, standing in the open doorway with his father, Dwight's arms wrapped around her waist. Stevie jumps up onto Sam's back and Stacy clings to his leg making him struggle as he walks to the door.
His parents hug him and welcome him into the house. Suddenly his father's phone buzzes in his pocket. He reaches in and opens the text he received. His face loses its joy and he shows it to Mary. She turns to her son in disbelief. "Tell me it's not true?!" Her voice is full of fear and Sam doesn't understand it. "SAM! Tell me you didn't try and kill yourself!"
Sam tries to speak but his throat tightens and he can't utter a word. Mary slaps him hard. "HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH?!"
The next thing Sam sees is his father's fist just before hitting him in the face, rendering him unconscious. When he awakens he's lying in the grass and he can feel an intense heat radiating over him. He raises his head to see his home engulfed in flames. He can hear the scream coming from the inside. He gets to his feet and tries to run inside but there's an explosion behind the front door that knocks Sam backwards.
He feels someone catching him and holding him back from running inside. Their voice is faint but it's growing louder. "Sam! Wake up! Sam! SAM!"
Sam sits up in bed gasping for air, his body drenched in sweat. "NOOO!" He cries out. Suddenly he feels a familiar set of arms holding him and his fear stricken face turns to see Blaine with a worried look on his face.
Blaine pulls Sam in and holds him tightly and Sam squeezes him as he tries to stop is body from shaking.
"Shhhh, it's okay. It was just a bad dream, is all." Blaine whispers in Sam ear.
Sam calms down and looks at the time. It's just ten minutes past midnight. "I guess I must've dozed off." He says nodding towards Blaine's alarm clock.
Blaine laughs, "We both did. I just woke up because Finn called. Burt and Carole want you home, but I really want you to stay." He leans forward and presses his lips to Sam's. When the boys part a smile slides across Blaine's face. "Mmmm I wish I could do that all night with you."
"Me too," Sam says before kissing Blaine again, but it's only a quickly kiss. "But, I need to get home. I wouldn't want my boyfriend to think I'm easy." Sam says with a smirk.
Blaine laughs and he and Sam crawl out of bed, "Well someone's feeling better." He says giving Sam's ass a nice squeeze.
Sam moans wanting to make love to Blaine right then and there, but a voice in the back of his mind stops him. Instead he leans forward and presses his forehead to Blaine's. "Waking up in your arms will do that to a guy."
"I love you, so much Sam." Blaine says as his heart swells with happiness, but Sam's nightmare still concerns him. He takes Sam's hand and runs his thumb back and forth over the blonde's knuckles. "Do you want to talk about that dream you had?"
Sam chokes back the lump trying to build in his throat. He just wanted to focus on the joy of being with the guy's he's been pining after for months, but he knows he'll feel better if he talks about it. He takes a deep breath and describes the dream to Blaine. "Then I woke up and you were holding me, telling me that everything was okay, and I felt so safe in your arms."
Blaine smiled, "Come on, I'll take you home, since we took my car and left your truck at the school."
Sam smirks a devilish smirk, "I thought you wanted to have me all night long?"
A sigh-like moan escapes from Blaine's lips. "If only, if only," is all he can say as he shakes his head as he leads Sam out the door.
…..
Entering the house Sam is greeted by Burt, Carole, and Finn. Carole grabs Finn and says that the two of them need sleep. She kisses her husband on the cheek and smiles at him lovingly. "Keep it short; I have plans for you tonight." She says with a fiendish giggle.
He kisses her on the lips, "I don't think this will take too long, honey."
Carole and Finn head up the stairs, both glad to see Sam home and with a sense of happiness radiating from him.
"Grab some couch, Sam." Burt says gesturing for the young man to take a seat.
Sam immediately feels like he is in trouble for staying out late. "Burt, I am so sorry. Blaine and I were talking and I talked about my suicide attempt, and I guess we both got tired from crying and fell asleep. So I'm sorry, and I'll try to not let it happen again."
"Whoa! Whoa! Slow it down there slick." Burt says wanting Sam to relax. "Now, you are not in trouble…wait did you just say you talked about you suicide attempt?"
Sam just nods.
"With an actual person?" Burt says feeling stunned.
Again, Sam only nods.
Burt flops down onto the leather recliner behind him. "Well I'll be damned, and here I was about to tell you to be careful with Blaine after everything that happened between you two, but if you'll open up to someone about the pain you went through, then by all means…keep dating him!"
Sam feels confused by Burt's happiness. "Uh, Burt is everything alright?"
Burt gets serious and puts on his fatherly face that he always wore when he was about to talk to Kurt about something serious. "Carole and I sat down with Ms. Pillsbury to discuss your weekly sessions and she said you refused to talk about trying to take your own life, and she was concerned that you might be internalizing it. She said that could lead to you having …those…those thoughts again."
"NEVER!" Sam says interrupting Burt.
"I beg your pardon?" Burt says feeling confused.
"Never again will I try to kill myself. I just can't do it." Sam runs his hands backwards through his hair. "After I saw how bad I hurt everyone I cared about, I realized I wasn't unloved and unwanted and I hated myself for hurting them. So I can't EVER do that to them."
Burt lets out a sigh of relief. "Good, but I just want to know why you won't talk to Emma about it. Do you think she'll judge you or something?"
Sam shakes his head. "No, no, no, it's not that. It's that I'm scared that I'll end up having to talk about the fact that Mr. Schue is my dad."
"Sam," Burt says leaning forward in his chair, "I'm not say that you have to talk about that with her, but I do think it will help you. I just think that you are going to shut Will out and one day you're going to wake up and regret not having given that relationship a chance."
Sam just sits there in silence. He thinks about how he felt when his parents told him the truth about his dad not being his biological father. He was six when they told him. He can remember his mom taking him by the hand and leading him into the living room of their old house in Tennessee. Then they told him. He didn't understand it at first but as he grew he learned more and began to accept it the best he could, but something was always missing from his life. He had always wondered who his real father was, what he would be like, but he never imagined his teacher was that man.
"Burt, I don't know. I don't know how to even talk to Mr. Schue anymore. It's so awkward being around each other that we just DON'T talk." Sam leans back into the couch and slumps downward. "I just don't know how to handle this."
Burt stands to his feet and walks over to Sam. "You just start by asking him about the relationship he had with your mom and then go from there." Burt leaves it at that and goes upstairs to his wife.
Sam slides his phone from his pocket and dials Blaine's number quickly.
"Hey, babe, is everything okay?" Blaine's voice is smooth and sweet over the speaker, and it helps relax Sam.
When he speaks his voice cracks slightly, "Yeah…yeah, everything's good, I just wanted to make sure you were home."
There is a slight moment of silence. "I'm about a block away. Are you sure everything is alright? I can come back if you need me to."
As much as Sam wanted to tell his love "yes" all he could say was, "No, I'm good. You get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow?" He tries to hide his conflicted feelings because he doesn't want to worry Blaine. He doesn't want to be this weak version of himself.
"Okay, baby, but if you need me for anything just call me and I'll answer." Blaine's words make Sam feel like every bad thing that has ever happened to him is insignificant and that he will be happy for the rest of his life.
"Thanks, Blaine. I love you." Sam says with a smile.
"I love you too, Sam." Blaine says happily before the two end their call.
Sam heads upstairs and goes to bed. Just before he closes his eyes he makes a wish. "I wish I was strong enough to talk to my father."
….
Sebastian Smythe is smiling as he looks down at the bobbing head sucking on his cock. "Mmmm Noah, you are the best part of my mornings, now that we've become so close."
Puck doesn't stop his act of worshipping Sebastian's manhood. He just makes the sound of a muffled moan.
Sebastian runs his fingers through Puck's Mohawk, stopping when he gets to the back of the boy's head. He grips the small amount of hair tightly and pulls the head upward. His wet cock pops out of Puck' mouth and flops against Sebastian's flat stomach.
"Ow! What'd you stop me for?!" Puck demands.
Sebastian smirks, "I want you on your back this morning." He sits up and sees the straining bulge in the other boy's jeans. "And I think you want it too."
A shiver runs down Noah Puckerman's spine and he can't help but feel some excitement in being dominated by Sebastian. He had to admit the Warbler was definitely one of the hottest people he's ever been with, but his heart belonged to someone he could never be with.
"Well then, you better get me out of these pants then." Noah says with his classic Puckerman smirk.
Sebastian smiles a similar Cheshire grin. He sits up and crawls over to his lover. He runs his fingers over Puck's bare chest and slides down to the waits of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them. Once he has them off, he stands to his feet so that both of them are eye to eye. He moves forward pressing their chests together as he slowly grinds his cock against Puck's. "Mmm, I'm gonna enjoy this." He says before kissing the McKinley high bad boy.
Sebastian in his kiss with Puck, turns the other boy with his back turned towards the bed. He breaks the kiss and shoves Puck onto the mattress behind him. Grabbing the lube and a condom he kept in his nightstand. He lubes his fingers and presses two of them into Noah's hole.
"OOoohhh! Go easy!" He gasps. "I've only ever bottomed once before and it…" he winces when he feels Sebastian scissor his fingers, "…it ..ah…it's been a while."
Sebastian looks into Puck's hungry eyes with lust. "Good, I like it when a bottom is nice and…," he adds a third finger and Puck yelps but then it becomes a moan when the Warbler's fingers brush against his prostate, "… tight." Sebastian says, just before engulfing Puck's cock with his mouth as his fingers work their magic.
After a minute he puts the condom on, lubes his cock up and thrusts it into Noah Puckerman, like skewer penetrating a piece of meat. Both men moan loudly as their bodies become like one. Sebastian wants to make it last, but he can't afford to be late for Warbler practice this morning. Regionals are only three weeks away, so he speeds up his thrusts and his lover matches him.
Puck cannot contain himself as he feels himself getting closer to his climax and he reaches down grabbing his cock, desperate for release. Faster and faster he strokes and then he screams as his body convulses and his cock erupts all over his abs and upwards onto his chin. His tongue runs over his lips and he tastes himself.
The sight of this sends Sebastian over the edge and with one final, long and hard thrust he fires his load into the condom. Once his orgasm has subsided he removes himself and then the condom, holding the latex sleeve over his lover's face. "You know they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Noah smiles and opens his mouth. Sebastian turns the condom over and pours his cum into the hungry mouth. Puck gobbles it up happily. Sebastian revels in his domination of the man beneath him. He drops the used piece of rubber on the man's face and climbs off the bed.
Puck wipes the condom from his face and sits up, using his forearms for support. "Hey, you wanna go out sometime. Maybe we could go get some take out and hang out at the lake, and then afterwards you can bend me over the tailgate of my truck and have your way with me again."
Sebastian turns back to his guest before he walks into his bathroom to take a shower. "Do I look like your boyfriend or something?" He sees the look of surprise on Noah's face. "Look Noah, you're my sex friend and nothing more, so bending you over the tailgate is all I'd want to do with you."
Noah smiles, "Well if you can bang me like you just did, then I'm game." Puck says getting up and walking towards the bathroom to shower.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sebastian asks as he block's the other boy's path to the shower.
Puck feels confused. "Uh, I was gonna take a shower, preferably with you so I don't have to go to school smelling like hot man sex."
Sebastian crosses his arms and refuses to let Puck cross his path. "Yeah, that's not going to happen. You're close are over there," he says pointing at the pile of clothes by the bed, "and so you can shower elsewhere."
"But," Puck tries to speak, but Sebastian won't let him.
"But nothing, Noah. You and I only have sex and you barely get that benefit because you've got a great mouth for sucking dick, and a tight hole for taking it. So buh bye now." Sebastian says now pointing at the door. He watches as Puck grabs his clothes and dresses quickly before leaving. He then turns and takes a shower.
Once under warm water of the shower, he allows his emotions to take over and he slides down so that he is sitting under the spray. He begins to cry as his mind takes him to another place and his whispers out, "I wish he were you, Sam."
….
Sam awakens as the morning sun's rays beam down onto his closed eyes. As he gains his bearings he can feel someone hold him tightly. He looks over his shoulder to see Blaine's sleeping face and he smiles as he feels his love's heartbeat against his chest. His movement causes the former Warbler to stir from his slumber. Sam rolls over so his eyes will be the first thing Blaine sees.
He stares into those beautiful hazel eyes. "Good morning, sexy." Sam says running his hands over Blaine's arm.
"Mmm. Morning, did you sleep okay?" Blaine asks just before letting out a yawn.
Sam leans forward and kisses Blaine gently on the lips. "I slept like a baby, but I am wondering what my boyfriend is doing here."
Blaine smiles as he and Sam sit up a little in the bed. "I was worried about you after you hung up so I told my parents that I needed to be with the guy I love, because I thought he needed me. I had to promise them we wouldn't have sex, but they let me spend the night and I had Finn let me in and explain things to Burt and Carole." He starts to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Sam asks feeling left out on the joke.
Blaine calms himself long enough to tell Sam what was so funny. He whispers quiet so as to not be heard by anyone else in the house. "Finn walked in out his parents having sex. Like just as Burt and Carole were finishing!"
Sam's face looks like he's just smelled the nastiest smell in the history of bad smells. "Gross! That is disgusting!"
Blaine laughs, "Yeah, well after they calmed down, Finn explained that I was coming over and Burt said it was okay, that he had an idea what had you sounding upset." He sees Sam's eyes begin to become vacant and he runs his fingers across his face. "Hey, we can talk about it later if you want."
Sam nods, "I'd like that. Besides this moment is too perfect to ruin, because waking up like this is how I think I want all my days to begin and how I want them to end, with you holding me, me holding you, and the best of them all, holding each other."
Blaine's heart melts and he kisses Sam again, but then he realizes something Sam had just said a few moments after waking up. "Do you realize you called me your boyfriend just a second ago?"
Sam thought about it and realized he had. "Wow I didn't realize it. I mean, I know we haven't talked about being totally exclusive, but I don't want anyone but you, so…"
Blaine hugs Sam tightly, ending his comprehension of speaking. "I'm saying I liked it, dummy. You're my boyfriend and I don't want anyone but you."
The two smile and kiss again, this time with more passion. They try and take advantage of the few moments they have left before they have to get ready for school. When they part they're both breathing heavily and wanting more.
"I love you, Blaine." Sam says feeling better than he has in a long time.
"I love you too, Sam. Now let's get dressed before we're late for booty camp. Regionals is only three weeks away." Blaine says as he bounces up and down on the bed.
Sam groans, but still keeps his smile, "Oh God, I'm dating a morning person!"
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm planning on working in Michael Week and Regionals into the mix, if I can figure out how to do it, so there's a little/potential teaser for you guys.