Prom is just around the corner and while Will sees it as the perfect way to prep a huge list of numbers, Blaine sees it as a night where it can be just him and Sam. Together, with all of their friends, they will dance the night away and for just a few hours. The event is only two days away and Blaine is sitting in Men's Wearhouse waiting with Rachel and Santana, while the sales girl gets his tux.

The girl appears holding a dress bag slung behind her shoulder. "Here you are Mr. Anderson. If you'll follow me to the dressing room, you can try it on."

"Thanks." Blaine says following the young woman. He takes the tux and closes the door behind him.

Ten minutes pass and Santana and Rachel is growing impatient. "Come on Hobbit! I's don'ts has all day! I gots places to be and biznatches to screw….and by biznatches I mean Brittany, and by screw I means, get my sweet lady lovin' on!"

Rachel rolls her eyes, "Come on, Blaine, let's see it!" She says excitedly.

They here a sigh and Blaine steps out in a silverfish gray, Calvin Klein tux with a matching vest, and a dark purple bowtie. Rachel's jaw drops and then a giant smile crosses her lips. Even Santana has to admit that he looks hot in this tux.

She crosses her arms, "I have to hand it to you, Anderson, if I weren't all Lezzy McGuire, I'd totally have sex with you right now."

Blaine blushes, "Ugh…thanks, Santana…I think."

"Well I love it!" Rachel says hugging her friend. "Sam is going to love it!"

Blaine smiles, "Really, you think? I … I didn't want to go with the traditional black tux and I really want prom to be special."

Rachel and Santana both put a hand on the boy's shoulders. "Blaine," Rachel says looking him in the eyes, "Sam is going to love anything you were, but this…this is beyond perfection."

He looks at Santana for confirmation. The spicy Latina smirks and says, "Those pants gives you such a hot booty, I'm pretty sure Trouty will be dressed up like pirate and go a plunderin'. You got nothing to worry about."

Blaine smiles, "Thanks for coming you guys and thanks for making me feel better about all of this." He says gesturing towards his outfit. He sighs, "I just want Sam and I to have at least one special night after everything that's happened this year."

Santana and Rachel look at each other, then turn to Blaine. "Come on, Blaine," Rachel says, "Let's go get mine and Santana's prom dresses."

Santana shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah, without Kurt's blessing, we need our next best gay to serve as the glee club's own version of Joan Rivers."

Blaine laughs, "Ok, just let me change and we'll get going."

After changing back into his regular clothes, Blaine signs for the tux and is told that each piece would cost a significant amount should it need replacing, a total of five thousand dollars. He gulps at the price, but thinking about how nothing bad will happen to ruin the tux, Blaine shrugs it off, and the three of them head off for the closest dress shop.

….

Sam is fiddling with his tie as he tries on his own tux. He sees his dad come up behind him in the mirror and he turns around. "Here, let me show you a little trick."

Will takes the ends of the bowtie and does a quick job of making it perfect. "There, all done." Will smiles and has Sam turn around to look at his work.

Sam smiles and says, "Thanks, dad." He turns back to face his father, "Do you think Blaine will like this tux?"

Will looks his son up and down. It's a simple black tux with a silk black trim on the lapels that adds a slight shimmer. The vest and shirt are also black. The only pop of color is the silver bowtie. Will likes the look, but asks one simple question. "Is Blaine wearing a bowtie?"

Sam thinks for a minute. "Uh, I think so, why?"

Will shrugs, "Well, I was thinking you could go with a regular necktie as a cool contrast."

Sam takes a second to think it over, smiles and says, "I like it, let's do it!" His smile grows when he sees his father smile. Then his mind takes a turn as he thinks about how a necktie would give Blaine something to pull him in with at the after party.

He snaps back to reality when he sees tears welling up in Will's eyes. "Dad what's wrong?"

Will shakes his head, wipes his eyes and with a light sob says, "This just makes me think of all the big moments I've missed out on with you."

Sam steps forward and hugs his dad. "You're here now."

Will pulls back, "I know. I'm just…" He wipes his eyes again. "Sam, I know you and your friends are going to Sebastian's parents' house by the lake after prom. Just…just promise me if anything goes wrong, or you want to leave, or you just need to talk, you'll call me."

Sam nods, "I promise, dad."

Will smiles, "Good, because I know I've been cool about you going out and living your life, you have to know how scared Emma and I were when you were kidnapped."

"I know, dad." Sam says thinking over how calm Will and Emma have been since they brought him home from the hospital.

Shaking his head, Will says, "No, Sam, you really don't." Sam crosses his arms to listen to his dad. "I thought I was going to lose you. You tripped in the house the other day and my first thought was you hitting your head, slipping into a coma and dying! I know I can't be there to protect you every second of every day, but Sam, I've almost lost you twice this year alone."

Sam feels tears streaming down his cheeks, "Dad, I'm so sorry."

Will takes him in for another tightly held hug, "Son, none of it is your fault." He pulls back to look his child in the eyes, "This is all part of being a parent. Dealing with the fear of losing your child, and I only get you for a little while."

He lets go of Sam. "Before I know it you'll be off to college and starting your life on your own…and I'll be here rooting for you every step of the journey." He sniffles and smiles, "I just want it to be a long journey."

They hug one last time before finding the perfect necktie.

…..

Later that night after dinner Sam answers the front door of the apartment and smiles when he sees Sebastian. "Sebastian! Hey, come on in buddy."

Sebastian walks in, wearing a backpack, and follows Sam to his room. Sam catches sight of Will from the corner of his eye. "Hey dad, Sebastian and I are going to go over some homework stuff. We'll be in my room if you need us."

"Hey, Mr. Schue!" Sebastian says cheerfully.

Will smiles, but feels suspicious. "Hi, Sebastian. Ugh, Sam I didn't think you had any homework left."

Sam's eye widen for a second. "Um, well this is a for an idea I have for Nationals!"

Will nods, knowing his son is a horrible liar. "Okay, well if you need help. I'll be out here watching a movie with Emma."

Sam starts to push Sebastian through his bedroom doorway. "Okay, you and mom enjoy the movie!" He closes the door behind them.

Sebastian takes a seat on Sam's bed and slips off the bag. He opens the main part and takes out a manila folder. It's thick with papers and has TOP SECRET written across it in red ink.

Sam sighs, "So is this everything you got on Blaine's parents?"

Sebastian nods, "Yeah, this is the trust agreement that his grandfather designed and my dad and his people have combed through it and found something that could get Blaine out of that house."

Sam's face lights up, "What is it?!"

"Well, in the trust the old man states that they have to attend family counseling at least until Blaine graduates from high school, or a psychiatrist determines that they are living in a stable family environment." Sebastian hands the folder to Sam.

As he flips to the part Sebastian has marked he asks, "So what does that mean for Blaine?"

Sebastian smiles a devious smile, "Well, my young padawan, it means that if either of his parents or Blaine himself missed a therapy session, which by the way they're still supposed to be attending, because there isn't any recorded documentation showing they've completed therapy, they will forfeit their claim to the trust and the other party will take possession of all of the money."

Sam looks up from the paper. "So all we have to find out is if either of his parents has skipped out on one of their sessions and Blaine's all set?!"

Sebastian's face takes on a more serious look, "Not exactly, since Blaine doesn't get the money until he graduates from high school, he still has to have a guardian. Plus, he's only seventeen, so he'd still have to have someone looking after him."

"Actually Blaine's already eighteen." The words escape Sam's mouth before he can stop them. "Oh crap! I wasn't supposed to tell you that!"

Sebastian's eyes go wide, "This changes everything!...Wait! Why is his age a secret? My dad can take this to the judge assigned to this trust case and get Blaine early access!"

Sam sighs heavily and does a seated flop down onto his bed. He looks at his friend and says, "Because Blaine asked me to keep all of this a secret, and I've already told you so much, that I'm scared that regardless of how things go with all of this that Blaine will think that he can't trust me anymore."

Sebastian smiles and puts an arm around Sam's shoulders, "Dude, don't worry about it. Either way, Blaine is going to know that he's got a boyfriend who would do anything to protect him."

Sam sighs, "I guess you're right. I just can't help but worry sometimes. I think I get that from my dad."

Just then Sam notices a shadow line from underneath his door. He quietly gets up and goes over to the door and throws it open. Standing before him is an embarrassed Will Schuester.

Sam crosses his arms. "Dad," he says giving him a look of disappointment, "are you spying on us?"

Will sighs, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure the two of you weren't planning some type of post prom party and as a concerned parent I wanted to make sure you'd all be okay." He snaps his gaze up at his son, "Now tell me what's going on with Blaine that has you two skeeming?"

Sam tries to think of a lie to tell, but nothing logical comes to mind and he knows the truth can't be shared with his dad, since he'd legally have to report it. "Look Dad, if I tell you then you'd have to report it." Will's eyes widen, but he lets Sam continue on. "I want to tell you more, but I can't risk it. Just know that Sebastian's dad is on the case trying to help fix this situation and make Blaine's life better."

Will drags his hands down over his face, "Okay, I'm going to go back in the living room with my fiancé and pretend that we never talked about this, until Monday morning. After that I want to know everything and I mean everything, Sam."

Sam gulps. He's never seen his dad this serious. He knows that this is just going to pile on the worriedness that Will is feeling. Sam hugs him quickly, "Thank you, Dad. Give mom a kiss for me goodnight. Sebastian and I are gonna be up late going over this."

Will nods and nervously walks away.

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The big night is just hours away. Blaine goes to his closet to get his tux, but when he opens the door, the Calvin Klein number is missing. He searches his room to the point of tearing it apart, but to no avail the tux is gone, not even a trace of his purple bowtie. He tries searching around the house, but can't find it. He goes into the kitchen and finds his mother chopping away at some poor defenseless zucchini squash and asks, "Mom, have you seen my tux? I can't find it."

Using the knife in her hand, she points out the window. Blaine glances out and sees the flicker of a flame. He remembered his dad saying something to his mom about barbequing . Blaine's face pales and he runs outside.

His father has the grill turned on high and his perfect tux is laid across the grill. White smoke fills the air as Blaine tries to rescue his outfit. He snags it and puts out the flames, but it's ruined. He looks at the singed, charcoal remains and then he hears his father laugh.

He turns and his dad smiles at him, "Fags like you don't deserve to go to prom. You snuck out last year with that bottom bitch you were dating. Too bad he's dead. Your new faggot boy toy tried to kill himself didn't he?" He can see in Blaine's eyes that it's true, "Probably was too disgusted by his of queer-ness that he just couldn't take it anymore."

Blaine stands up and his father takes a defensive stance. That's when Blaine can smell the alcohol coming from his father. It oozes off of him like stink on a skunk. "What is the little pussy boy going to throw a punch at his daddy?"

Blaine walks away, his father calls out, "Yeah walk away pussy! Just like you always do!"

When he gets to his room he locks his door, pushes his dresser against it and lies down on the bed. He reaches for his phone and sends Sam a text.

BLAINE: NOT GOING TO PROM. I'M SICK. SORRY.

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A/N: Wow, you guys are so awesome for all of the reviews you've written. I can't begin to thank you enough. I know this one is a little shorter than I usually write, but it just felt like the perfect stopping point for now. I look forward to hearing what you guys think and I will try my best to respond to everyone that I can respond to. For those of you that review as guests, I thanks you for all of the kind things you have said about this story.

On another note, I have decided that I am going to split this story into two separate stories when it comes time for me to bring in the season 4 aspect of it. Don't worry it shouldn't be along break between the end of this one and the sequel…well I hope it won't be a long break.