Four days had passed since Blaine and Sam had been released from the hospital and a week total since they had been saved from Chandler. Sam rests his head on Blaine's chest. Their breathing is in perfect sync. Only for a few moments have the boys been apart. Blaine will return to his home, let his parents see him and when he gets to his room, he sneaks out and heads to Sam. He rubs his thumb over Sam' temple, thinking about his shared dream with Sam and the promise he had made to Kurt.

The young blonde begins to stir from his dream. He opens his eyes and sees a tear rolling down his boyfriend's cheek. Sam sits up and with a sleepy sounding voice he asks, "You ok? Did you have a bad dream again?"

Blaine wipes his eyes and sits up slowly so he doesn't rip out his stitches. He smiles at Sam, "No, it's not that. It…it has to do with the reason why I haven't spent a single night at my house this week."

"You can tell me anything. You know that right?" Sam says giving Blaine's hand a gently squeeze.

The darker haired boy nods and Sam wipes away his tear for him. "I love you so much, Sam. But, I'm scared you're going to look at me differently after I tell you this."

"Blaine, you're my best friend and the love of my life. I could never see you differently than I do now." Sam says cupping Blaine's cheek in his hand.

Blaine smiles, "I feel so pathetic, Sam. I never should have let it get this bad. I should've moved out of that house. Them not showing up when we were in the hospital was just the last straw, and now I know that my parents don't love me."

Sam looks at his boyfriend, feeling confused and yet he knows what Blaine is saying to be true. He had been around Blaine's parents numerous times, and they always seemed to be a loving family, but it had always seemed too perfect. He had heard Mr. Anderson make a snide comment when the older man thought the boys were out of earshot. When he confronted Blaine about it, Blaine just told him that his parents were still struggling with his being gay and not to worry about it.

"Blaine, is it really that bad? I mean you've told me about a couple of times where your mom and dad weren't exactly stellar parents…" Sam stops talking when he sees the look in Blaine's eyes. The immensity of pain behind them is almost too much to bear.

Blaine drops his eyes, "Sam, every for the first year after I came out in eighth grade, my dad told me I was trash, scum. He called me a fag and my mom told me that I was a mistake. I'm pretty sure my coming out is what sealed the deal of Cooper being the favorite child." He looks into Sam's eyes and knows that as long as they're together, nothing else matters.

He runs his thumb back and forth over the back of Sam's hand and says, "When I was growing up, my grandfather was this awesome guy that would come and get me from daycare early to save my parents some money, and he and I would spend time together every single day. Even when I started going to school, he was the one who picked me up. He was the man that I modeled myself after." He smiles thinking about the happiness the old man brought to his life. "He pretty much raised me, while my parents were working. He took care of Cooper, but he and I had a closer relationship than he and Coop had. When I came out, my parents flipped and so I went to live with him for a couple of months. Gramps…he told me he knew from the time that I was two, and he didn't care. He told me that God made everyone for a specific reason and that my being gay was part of that reason. He taught me to not be ashamed of myself."

Sam feels a tear running down his cheek and he says, "That explains why you have that trust fund from him."

Blaine nods, "Yeah, when he got sick…he didn't tell anyone because he knew it was too late to do anything about it. So, he spent his last few months taking care of me and when he died he told me to follow my dreams and to find a way to forgive my mom and dad. We didn't know he'd been stashing money away for so long, until his Will was read. My trust fund has over five million dollars in it, and my parents and Cooper will each receive their own million each, but my mom and dad can't kick me out and they don't get their money until after I graduate from high school, which is when I get my money. Cooper gets his when he lands his first big movie role…which he's already done."

Sam scoots closer to Blaine, "So, if you've got that much money lying in wait, why don't you just move out?"

Blaine sighs, "I technically could, since I'm eighteen now, but I would have to have a guardian appointed to oversee my trust and unfortunately, that person is my dad. He holds it over my head and threatens to drain it if I move out."

"Why?" Sam asks. He can't seem to wrap his head around how a parent could treat their child so horribly.

"Because," another heavy sigh escapes Blaine's lips, "If I move out, it's treated like they kicked me out because of how Gramps worded his Will. …It's all crazy complicated and weird, but apparently its legal, and their money would go into my trust fund."

Sam cocks his brow in confusion, "Wait, if they kick you out, how can your dad just keep control of your trust fund?"

Blaine smiles halfheartedly, "Because all they would have to do is say that I moved out…even if I left all of my stuff at their house. I'd lose everything in a matter of minutes if I just left."

Sam wraps his arms around the man he loves, "I'm so sorry, babe. Maybe if they kick you out, we can find a way to prove it and show it to a judge so that they can't take your money?"

Blaine loves how caring Sam is. He pulls back and says, "My lawyer said it would be crazy hard to prove it…I'd basically have to have it recorded to show that they kicked me out and that I didn't just leave."

Sam smiles, "Then let's do it!"

Blaine laughs and smugly says, "Yeah, ok, we'll just set up hidden cameras and microphones around my house! That'll work!"

Sam's face is serious, "Dude, I'm serious. My dad's old best friend from Kentucky is a private eye. He can get us all the stuff we need for proof! Then you can move in with me."

Blaine smiles, "I don't know, Sam. I think toughing it out for another year, might just be the easiest thing to do. Besides, I don't think you parents would like us living in sin under their roof."

Sam hangs his arms over Blaine's shoulders and grabs his wrists, "You pretty much live here already!" Blaine raises a brow, giving Sam a look telling him to be serious. "Or we could get our own place?" He gives Blaine a playful look, "Plus, I think you being my sugar daddy would be the sexiest thing ever."

Blaine laughs, "You're the worst gold digger ever, Sam. You're not supposed to tell the walking money bags that you're only into them for their money."

Sam kisses Blaine quickly on the lips, "You know that's not true!...Plus, just think how hot it'll be when I'm giving you a lap dance, while you make it rain."

Blaine can feel his boxers beginning to tent. Sam's forehead is touching his. Their noses rub together. He can feel the blonde's breath on his lips. "Sam," he says cautiously, "you know the doctors said we had to wait a few weeks before we could have sex."

Sam smiles devilishly, "I know." He runs his hands under Blaine's shirt. The sensation of Sam's fingertips on his skin, sends chills all over his body. "But, that doesn't mean I can't make you squirm and build up the anticipation for when we're both fully healed and I decide to have my way with you."

A moan escapes the darker haired boy's mouth. Sam kisses his way up Blaine's neck. He nibbles Blaine's earlobe and then whispers, "You're never going to know when it happens. I could take you in the locker room." Blaine moans again and Sam kisses his neck again, "Or in the choir room, on the piano."

"Oh, God, Sam!" Blaine's body is tingling all over, just begging for a release, which he knows will have to wait.

Another kiss, this one close to his chin, "Or maybe I'll just pop out of a janitor's closet and push you up against the dirty closet wall and let my hands roam over you're naked body. I'm going to make you moan and beg for more, while people could just be walking by, not knowing it's me making you feel so good."

Blaine can't take it anymore and shoves Sam onto his back and crashes his lips into Sam's. He grinds their boxer covered crotches together. The sensation is all that either has had in weeks and both moan into each other's mouths. Blaine pulls back when he feels a warmth between their bodies.

He looks down at Sam's smiling, panting face and asks, "Did we both just…"

Sam finishes his question and answers it, "Pull a Finn? Yeah, since I can't use Coach Bieste as my unsexy thought I don't really have anything to cool down with…besides I think we both needed that." He looks into Blaine's eyes and smiles, "You more than me."

Blaine realizes what Sam has just done, "Thanks for taking my mind off all the bad stuff in my life, Sam." He brushes a stray lock of hair behind Sam's ear. "You really are the best boyfriend. How did I get so lucky?"

"I could say the same thing about you too, Sugar Daddy." Sam says and both boys begin to laugh. Then Sam looks at his boyfriend a little perplexed.

Blaine is taken aback by Sam's look, "What's wrong?"

Sam props himself up on his elbows and he asks, "Did you say that you're already eighteen?"

Blaine's face whitens and he nods, "My…my dad held me back in kindergarten because I was shorter than the other boys. He wanted someone that played football and he thought I'd have a better shot if I was bigger."

Sam smiles, "I'm glad."

"Why's that?" Blaine asks letting himself drown in the ocean of love Sam was making him swim in.

Sam presses his lips to Blaine's for a moment, "Because it means we get to spend next year together, before we graduate and go off to college."

Blaine laughs and then gives in to his exhaustion, falling asleep for the next few hours they have before school starts. Sam holds the smaller boy tightly and a tear falls from the corner of his eye. "It's my turn to save you, Blaine. I promise you. I'm gonna find a way to get you free from your parents." He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

…

School is about to start and Rachel is sitting at a table out by the steps when she is surprised by a sudden hug from behind. She jumps and turns her head to see her best friend Sam is the one embracing her. She squeals with sheer joy as she stands and spins to hug him back.

"I thought you weren't coming back until next week!?" She says happily, yet confused.

Sam smiles bright, "Well, Figgins said if I miss another day I have to miss Nationals and I won't get to be a senior next year."

Rachel's eyes widen. "You can't be serious! It's not your fault that you were kidnapped and nearly murdered!" She says stomping her foot and then huffing.

Sam laughs, "Rachel, I also missed a bunch of days when I was in the hospital and when my parents died. I fell behind and I just have to catch up. Figgins is extending my finals to the week after graduation, so I won't have to do summer school, but I do have Saturday school so that blows."

"Well I'm sorry, Sam. If you hadn't been driving me, then Chandler wouldn't have had that opportunity and…" Rachel stops when Sam shakes her.

Sam's are wide and his face is stern, but calming, "Rachel, I told you at the hospital, this is not your fault!"

A pouty lip protrudes from the young starlet to be. She sighs, "I know, but I can't help but blame myself a little bit."

He hugs her tightly, "I know, Rach. I keep thinking if I had paid better attention, you wouldn't have lost the baby." He can see the pain behind her eyes. "But, I know deep down there was nothing I could do to stop Chandler. I mean no one saw that coming, so don't blame yourself, Rachel."

She sniffles her nose and hugs her best friend tight.

….

After glee practice Blaine has to run home to let his parents think he's spending the night there and so Sam grabs Sebastian and pulls him aside.

"What's up, Sam?" Sebastian says wondering what was going on.

Sam looks around and sees that everyone is gone. "You're stepdad is a really powerful lawyer dude, right?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes and laughs, "Yeah."

Sam thinks for a moment about what he's about to ask and he knows deep down this is the right thing to do. "Can you keep a secret?"

The former Warbler captain crosses his arms. Sam now has his full and undivided attention. He can see from Sam's darting eyes that this has to do with Blaine, or someone in the glee club. Either way, it is something of great importance for Sam to be sharing it with him and for him to be bringing in Sebastian's father.

"For you," He says putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, calming the taller blonde's nerves, "my lips are sealed."

Sam smiles and a tear runs down his cheek. "I need your dad's help to protect Blaine from his parents."

Sam's words strike a nerve with Sebastian and he nearly falls to the ground as he feels his knees begging to buckle. His whole body cringes as his mind thinks of the horrible things a parent can do to their child. He thinks of his own father, crawling into his bed, telling him to keep quiet or he'd be in trouble. White-faced and now breaking out into a cold sweat, Sebastian pulls out his phone and calls his stepfather.

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A/N: Hey guys sorry this chapter took so long to post. I had a thing of notes for it and lost it, then the chapter I had started accidently got deleted when I was cleaning up some of my files and so I had to rewrite it. Life also got in the way. I was swamped at work with multiple projects and my inspiration ended up getting focused more on another story I am writing. Thank you all who have reviewed that last few chapters. I really appreciate them. I take everything every one of you says to heart and I think about how to make this story better for myself and for my readers.