Blaine sleeps holding Sam in his arms. His eyes open and he breathes in the smell of Sam's skin. This is a moment he knows he'll cherish forever. Sam rolls over and Blaine smiles when he sees that the blonde is still sleeping. Sam's head burrows into the crook of Blaine's neck. The hairs on Sam's head tickle Blaine's skin.

He runs his fingers the tussle of blonde locks, plants a small kiss atop Sam's head, and whispers, "I love you. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."

Sam sighs and curls tighter into his boyfriend's side.

Blaine looks up at the ceiling and he realizes he hasn't thought about Kurt in a long time and yet, the thought was there. He thinks about how in love they were and then how in the end, they were close, but there was something underneath the surface that was coming between them. He knows now that was a combination of Kurt's affair with Puck, and his trying to get used to being with Kurt, but he still can't help but miss him. He doesn't miss him in the sense that he would want to be with Kurt again, but he does miss having him as a friend. There were just some things that Kurt understood that Sam probably never will.

He kisses Sam again and looks over at the glowing clock on the wall. It's just a few minutes past four in the morning. "Please don't ever leave me, Sam. I'm pretty sure I would actually die." Looking at his slumbering lover a tear falls from his eye. "I thought Kurt was my soul mate, but the way I felt about him is minuscule compared to the way that I feel about you. I know you've said you only want me, but I'm scared I'm never going to be good enough for you. I'm insecure and sometimes a little controlling and I'm sorry, Sam."

He prays that his need to talk doesn't wake Sam from his peaceful sleep. Running his fingers carefully through his love's hair he catches his breath and continues. "Our relationship didn't start the way it should have. Saying I was being a jerk, would be putting it so nicely that the Vatican would dub the person calling me a jerk, a saint. I was so blind to the fact that you had feelings for me…I guess I've been blind to a lot of things this year."

Sam hugs him tighter and he whimpers. His body starts to tremble and Blaine quiets himself. He stroke his hand over his boyfriend's back and shushes him. "I've got you, Sam."

When he feels Sam calming back down he resumes his confessional. "When I got to school and I saw the pictures and what was on your locker, I knew it was my fault. I realized it was you I had slept with and every tough, every smile, every kiss all came flooding back. I let Sebastian talk us into going to Scandals. I should've been more responsible and waited for you to be ready. And then I said what I said, and the look of hurt you had on your face before I…before I fell asleep."

Sam's eyes open and he sits up and looks at Blaine's now tearstained face. He takes his hands, cups Blaine's face in them, and using only his thumbs, wipes away the tears. "I love you, Blaine. I forgave you a long time ago for all of that. I know it still bothers you, but from now on, you let it go. You put it in the past where we both agreed to leave it, because when I look ahead into the future all I see is you and I together."

Blaine forces a smile and nods, "Were…were you awake the whole time?"

Sam smiles, "Yeah, you're not exactly quiet when you wake up. Plus it was really fun listening to you say all of those things to me."

The two lie back down and stare into each other's eyes. Blaine leans in and kisses Sam. He pulls back and says, "I meant all of it."

Sam smiles bigger and strokes Blaine's cheek. "I know. I can always tell when you're telling me the truth and when you're not."

"How?" Blaine asks feeling curious.

Sam wraps his arms around his shorter boyfriend and pulls him closer. "I know because I can feel it. When you're honestly telling me the truth my whole body feels warm and my heart kind of skips a beat, and you never flinch or look away from me."

"And when I'm lying about something?" Blaine asks.

"You tense up and I feel cold and uneasy. You're face scrunches, like you have to think of something to make the lie believable. Like when you were telling me that you were over me and didn't want me anymore. You could barely look me in the eye. You looked like you were going to have an aneurism burst or something, and I felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling. So, I knew it wasn't true." Sam kisses Blaine once more and this time Blaine is the one being held as they drift off to sleep.

…..

Sebastian awakens in a huge bedroom in his parents' house in Cleveland. On the walls are photos of Sebastian when he was younger and the room brings him nothing but pain. He shutters when he feels an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to the body it belongs to. He turns and relaxes with a sigh. Lying next to him is a sleeping Noah.

Carefully he shakes his boyfriend, not wanting to rudely awaken him. Puck stirs and his eyes open as he groans, fighting the interruption of his sleep.

He scoffs and sits up, rubbing his eyes, "What time is it?"

"Like three thirty in the morning." Sebastian says looking into Puck's squinting eyes.

Noah yawns, "Why are we awake then? Did you want sex or something? Cause you kind of tired me out on the way up here, babe."

Sebastian smiles and shakes his head, "I just had a bad dream is all. We can go back to sleep."

Puck shakes his head. "Talk to me, Seb. I'm awake now so tell me about your dream."

Sebastian sighs, not sure whether or not he really wants to talk about this or not. In all actuality he isn't certain as to why he woke Noah in the first place. But, he relents and decides to talk about it rather than avoid it. "It was about my dad. I think coming up here was a mistake, Noah. I shouldn't have come back here."

Puck feels confused, but wraps his arm around his boyfriend's waist and scoots closer. "I have been wondering why we came to Cleveland. So tell me, why did you bring us up here."

The look on Sebastian's face is still and the blood runs from his skull, leaving him pale and lightheaded. His voice is soft and he lays his head on Noah's shoulder as he speaks, "This is where it happened." Noah's eyes widen, but he does his best to remain calm. "The bed is the only thing different, but this is wear my dad m…molested me."

He lifts his head and looks Puck in the eyes, "I was hoping that if I brought you here, I'd be able to replace the bad memories with good ones."

Puck smiles, "Sebastian, you can't replace old memories with new ones, but you can learn from them to make yourself a stronger person. I mean you're already one of the strongest people I know."

Sebastian smiles and kisses Noah. "When did you get to be so smart and insightful?"

"Since always. True badasses have brains and brawn." Puck gives a wink and Sebastian shakes his head.

"Come on let's get some sleep." Sebastian says lying back down.

Puck wraps his arms around Sebastian and holds him until they both drift back to sleep.

…..

Monday comes and Sam finds Rachel at his locker. Since both have a free period they decide to go into the choir room and talk.

"I heard about what happened with you and Finn. I'm so sorry Rachel." Sam says as they sit down. "Have you talked to him at all since you told him what you wanted to do?"

She shakes her head. "I've tried calling him, but he won't answer. I did get a text saying how hurt and disappointed he was with me and that what I want is wrong."

Sam sits quietly, uncertain as to whether or not he should give his opinion.

"Just say it, Sam." She says as if reading his mind.

He sighs, "Okay, this is just my two cents, but are you really sure this is what you want? I mean you could give the baby up or keep it and still have your dreams come true."

She shakes her head, "I can't, Sam. I just can't see myself having this baby. I know I should feel guilty for wanting to terminate it, but I don't. I'm not ready to be a mom, and I don't want to be that woman who got knocked up at a young age and secretly resents her child for ruining her life. Besides I don't know if I can handle the things people will say about me."

Sam is taken aback by this. "Wow, that doesn't sound like the Rachel Berry that I know and love." She starts to speak, but Sam keeps going. "Look I'm just saying the Rachel Berry I know is a force of nature that takes whatever life throws at her and faces it head on, without fear, and doesn't give a crap about what anyone else says."

"He's right, dwarf." Sam and Rachel turn to see Santana has joined them. She comes over and pulls up a chair.

Rachel looks down at her feet, feeling nothing but shame. "I know you guys have this perfect image of me in your heads, but this is just something I can't do. I don't want this. I'm not ready and no one is going to be able to change my mind about it."

Santana puts her hand on Rachel's shoulder, "We get that, Rachel. We just don't want to see you do this and then regret it. It's not exactly something you can take back."

"I'm sorry if we were pressuring you, Rachel. I just know that this can get really messy. I mean my mom lied to my dad about having an abortion and when he thought it was true it ruined their relationship. He never spoke to her again…at least not until I moved here." Sam's words remind Rachel of how badly this could end her relationship with Finn.

Her tears drip down to the floor and the two taller teens hug her tightly. When they pull apart Rachel asks them something both will have difficulty answering. "Will one of you drive me to the clinic? I…I have an appointment for this afternoon. Finn won't go and I'm…I'm scared to go by myself."

Santana can't bring herself to speak, so Sam does instead. "I'll drive you, but I have to talk to Finn first."

Rachel nods. "I know. Finn's pretty much your brother and he deserves the truth, even if he doesn't want to hear it from me."

Santana finally speaks again. "I know we've never been all that close, Rachel. And that's mostly because I thought you leprechauns like to take gold from people and kill them. One time I seriously thought about throwing a shoe at you, just to see if you would shine it, like in that Jennifer Aniston movie. But, I'm here for you if you need me, and…" She pulls a note from her purse. "Quinn wanted me to give you this."

Rachel opens it and reads it to herself.

Rachel,

I know how scary this is for you right now. I also know about the decision you made, and while it's not a something I could have ever done when I was pregnant. I want you to know that I'm in your corner. It's your body and your choice. Finn may be the father, but that doesn't mean he has the right to tell you what to do in this situation. He's going to be angry for a while, but he's a good man and he'll eventually see that your decision is what was best for both of you. I'm sorry you have to go through this. It's not something someone our age should really ever have to deal with, but it happens.

Though times may be difficult right now, know this. God loves you. Your friends and family love you. And only you will ever know what is right for you.

Respectfully with Love,

Quinn

Rachel cries heavily and Sam and Santana once again, embrace her.

….

During fifth period Sam sits in his Chemistry class thinking of Rachel's situation. He feels Blaine squeeze his hand and he turns and smiles at him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine whispers.

He shrugs, "Kind of. Not really. Rachel wants me to drive her to the clinic after school to …you know."

Blaine's eyes widen. "Wow, that soon. Why isn't Finn taking her?"

"He's not talking to her." Sam says just as the teacher comes over and taps on their table.

They both jerk in their seats to attention. "Now as I was saying class, I've assigned you each a partner for this experiment you'll be doing today. The list is in the back so go find your partner and get situated."

Blaine and Sam go to the list and Blaine finds he's been pared up with Artie. They both hate that they're not getting to work together, but Sam can't help but be jealous that his boyfriend got the smartest kid in class as his partner. Sam finds his name and his heart sinks as he sees his partners name and he knows Blaine won't be happy about it. He was to work with Puck.

When Blaine saw the pairing his face gave him away and Sam gave him the usual encouraging words he always uses. Blaine can't seem to truly get passed the point of forgiving Puck and therefore doesn't trust him.

Watching Sam from across the room, Blaine barely participates in the experiment of making soap. He can see Sam laughing and having a good time with the older teen. Blaine nearly bursts out of his seat when water is spilt onto Sam's crotch and Puck tries to help clean him up.

Puck's hand grazes Sam's and Blaine's blood boils. He grits his teeth and wants to rip the Mohawk off of Puck's head with his bare hands. "I can't believe he's working with Sam."

Artie rolls his eyes, "He's not going to cheat on you, Blaine. At least not in the middle of classroom full of people, so can we get back to work? I'm nearly done and all you've done is plotted out how you'd get rid of Puck's body after you've dismembered it."

"Fine, give me the oatmeal and honey. If we're going to make this, then it's going to smell good." He looks around their table, "Now where did we put the mango extract?"

Just then the sound of stools banging onto the floor echoes through the room. Blaine looks up and Puck is on top of his boyfriend and their lips are nearly touching. He can't take it anymore and storms out of the room.

Sam sees this and pushes Noah off of him. "Blaine, wait!" He yells as he runs out after him.

Blaine is all the way past the bathrooms when Sam catches up to him. "Blaine, stop!"

The dark haired boy turns and tears are welling up in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be the jealous boyfriend, but I don't trust him around you. I know you would never do anything, but please for me, Sam, stop hanging around him."

Sam rolls his eyes, "What happened between Saturday night and today? You were telling me that you trusted me and that you weren't going to be the controlling boyfriend anymore."

Blaine sighs, "I know, it's just I'm trying to let go of the whole thing that happened with Kurt, but seeing him touching you and being around you, I'm just scared I'm going to get hurt again. Only this time will be far worse."

Sam steps backwards. "You have got to get over it Blaine. I'm not going to stop being friends with someone, just because you say so. I'm not going to be a doormat and give up my friends the second I get a boyfriend."

"I'm not asking you to do that!" Blaine cries. "I'm asking you to respect my feelings about someone that hurt me!"

Again Sam rolls his eyes, "Sebastian hurt you, and you made me forgive him. Heck he and I talk and get coffee and yet you don't get jealous of him, even though I thought I liked him a while back."

Sam's words sting and Blaine can feel his heart breaking, "Sam, I'm sorry, but I don't know if we should be together if we can't trust each other."

Sam's jaw drops, along with his heart. But in the moment his anger is in control. "I'm not the one with trust issues, but you're right. Maybe we shouldn't be together if you can't trust me."

Both boys give a huff and walk away in different directions. Blaine gets into his car and drives away crying as he cranks up the stereo to drown out the thunderous thoughts in his mind. Sam goes into the auditorium and sits on the edge of the quiet stage and cries his eyes out.

…

After a few hours of driving Blaine pulls up to Between the Sheets and goes inside to find a song he can sing to Sam or to help clear his head. As he flips through the music he feels someone tap him on the shoulder. He turns and sees a short, blonde haired boy with glasses staring at him with a beaming smile.

"Are you Blaine Anderson?!" The boy says jittering.

Blaine nods, "Yeah, that's me. And you are?" As he takes a better look at the fashionably dressed young man, he can't help but think of how similar he is to Kurt in certain ways.

"Oh how rude of me! I'm Chandler Keihl. I'm a big fan of yours." The boy flashes a smile and Blaine smiles back, liking the much needed attention.

"Thanks." Blaine says before turning his attention back to the music he was just looking at.

Chandler doesn't get the hint and keeps talking, "I'm a huge show choir fan, in fact, my glee club is going to nationals this year. I've watched your performances the past couple of years, both with the Warblers and the New Directions. And I just have to say you have got the most silky smooth voice I have ever heard."

Blaine turns to the blonde, enjoying the attention he's getting. "Do you want to go grab a coffee and talk?"

Chandler's eyes widen with glee, "Absolutely!"

The second Blaine realizes what he's done he regrets it. "I'm sorry, I can't."

Chandler frowns, "Then why did you ask me?"

"I just had a fight with my boyfriend over my being jealous of this guy who slept with my ex and …God, it was such a stupid fight. I really need to go talk to him." Blaine shakes Chandler's hand and starts to walk out.

"Wait!" Chandler calls after him.

Blaine stops and turns around.

Nervously Chandler asks, "Could I get your number?...I know you have a boyfriend and all, but I'm kind of alone at my school being the only out kid and I thought maybe we could be friends."

Blaine smiles and remembers how Kurt had been in a similar situation the year before. "Sure. Sounds cool."

The two exchange numbers and Blaine heads out to find Sam.

….

Sam and Rachel are only a few blocks from the clinic and she thanks him for taking her. "So how did Finn take it? You know, with the whole you driving me thing?"

He sighs, "He told me he was glad I was going with you. He still loves you, but this is just too much for him Rach."

"I know," she says with a sigh. "I never thought this would happen to me, but here I am and there's nothing I can do to change things."

Sam grabs her hand as they stop at a red light. "It's gonna work itself out, Rachel. It'll take a while, but you and Finn will get passed this. If there's one couple that can make it, it's you too." His voice cracks at the end of his sentence and a tear falls down his cheek.

Rachel squeezes his hand. "I'm sorry you and Blaine had a fight, and I hope you two can patch things up." The light changes to green and Sam presses the gas.

As they get to the middle of the intersection they hear the blaring sound of a car horn, tires screeching to a halt, and then the sound of metal crashing into metal. Rachel's side of the car has been struck by another car, and both vehicles are now on the sidewalk.

Sam's eyes open for a moment, his head pounding and ears ringing. He sees Rachel's head slumped against the dash. He sees her chest rise and fall, but her forehead is bleeding and she is unconscious. He feels someone grab his shoulders and drag him out of the car and then everything goes black.

….

Blaine is about to knock on Sam's apartment door when it opens and Will and Emma nearly run him over as they walk out the door. "BLAINE!"

Will and Emma step back, "Blaine, why aren't you at the hospital?!"

Blaine's eyes widen. "I don't think he's been told yet, Will." Emma says.

They tell Blaine about the accident Rachel was in and that they've heard nothing from Sam. They arrive at the hospital together and Sam is nowhere to be found. They ask around and are told that only Rachel was brought to the hospital. An EMT explains that the driver of Rachel's car, along with the car and driver of the vehicle that caused the accident are missing.

Will nearly collapses, but Emma holds him tightly. "We don't know anything yet, Will. Maybe he hit his head and wandered off, trying to find some help. I'm sure he's going to be fine. We'll find him and everything will be alright." Though she hopes all of these things are true, on the inside she fears the worst.

Blaine stumbles over to a chair and begins to cry. "God, please bring him back to me." He prays, "I need to make things right. I need to tell him that I'm sorry for what I said. I don't want to break up with him. I want to be with him forever."

…

Sam opens his eyes and everything is dark. He's cold and can't seem to move. He feels something on his wrists, ankles, and around his chest. That's when he looks down and sees the ropes. He's tied to a chair. Trying to cry out his voice is muffle by a rag used to gag him. Taking in his surroundings he can see some papers, no photos on the wall. Judging from the wet smelling air, he'd have to guess that he's in a basement. He can see a small rectangular window with bars over it and it confirms his suspicions.

There is also a set of stairs to his left that he can see if he turns his head past his shoulder. The sound of footsteps coming down them sends shivers down Sam's spine. He thinks of his dad and Emma, his friends, and most of all he thinks of Blaine. The person coming down the stairs flips on the lights and Sam is momentarily blinded.

When his eyes focus he can see he was right about there being photos on the wall, but what shocks him is that they're all of Blaine. Some have him, others have Kurt and some of their friends, but all of them have Blaine. They're taken from a distance and Sam knows this means this person wants only one thing.

"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but you've got something…or I guess the operative word would be someone, that I want." The voice is squeaky and nerdy. The person walks in front of him and Sam can't seem to place the face. He has blonde hair and dark rimmed glass, and is around the same height as Blaine. "I'm Chandler, by the way, and as soon as I figure out how to make it look like an accident I'll be the one killing you and taking your boyfriend."

Sam's eyes widen and then widen some more when he sees Chandler pull a syringe out of his pocket. Chandler smirks, "Don't worry, this is just to keep you drugged and knocked out until I can find a good enough way to kill you. Though I suppose in hindsight, I could have injected you with some insulin at the car accident site and the EMTs would've thought you died of natural causes, but that just seemed to easy." He squirts a little of the drug out of the needle, "Besides, I need time to get close to Blaine so that I'll be the shoulder for him to cry on when he finds out you're dead."

Sam screams when Chandler sticks the needle into his neck and injects the fluid into him. He wants to escape, find Blaine and go to the cops, but instead his eyes become heavy and the room begins to spin. Then everything fades to black.

…

A/N: Soooooo yeah, back to the crazy drama that is this story. This is an arc that I've had in my head for a while now so most of it is planned out, but still subject to change. Thanks everyone for your kind words and understandings. I recently came out to part of my family and it was/is a very emotional time. I'm doing better and so are the people that I told. Thank you all for your support, I really and truly appreciate it.

Now, I hope you liked this chapter and will leave me your thoughts on it. This is the longest chapter I've ever submitted for this site so I'm kind of proud of it in that aspect. Thank you to those who have reviewed and followed/favorited the story. It means a lot and helps motivate me to keep writing for you guys.