Prom had gone perfectly. In fact for some of the glee kids, it was better. Rachel was crowned queen thanks to Quinn and Santana. Finn was king and they shared a perfect dance. That was when Sam noticed the ring on her finger. Everyone else was busy looking at their dates and having a good time, but Sam had decided to take in the moment of happiness his best friend was experience. It was only a moment, but he was glad he got to witness it.

After that Blaine was his main focus. He made sure everything went perfect. Even the song he was picked to sing was one of Blaine's favorites. They danced until the clock struck ten and Coach Sue begin to make everyone leave. Everyone took their couple photos and Will and Emma told Sam that they were going to turn in early, and that he should stay at a friend's house, so as not to wake them when he returned home.

They all headed over to Sebastian's house for the after party. When they got their Mr. Smythe was waiting for them. He asked for Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian to follow him into his office. After they had their meeting he would leave, but for now he had information on helping Blaine.

"So does Blaine have a shot at getting out of his parents' house, Mr. Smythe?" Sam asked holding tight to Blaine's hand.

He glanced over at his boyfriend, his body appeared steady, but Sam could feel Blaine's hand shaking in his own. Giving the hand a gentle squeeze Sam let's Blaine know he's there for him no matter what the answer is. Blaine's eyes glance at Sam for a moment and his heart steadies.

Mr. Smythe clears his throat, "Yes." He pauses for a moment, "But it will require Blaine to live in the care of a guardian."

Blaine scoots forward in his chair, "Why can't I just get my own place?"

Mr. Smythe sighs, "While that would be a possible option, with the way your grandfather's will was worded, you have to live with a family member until you graduate from high school."

Blaine starts to feel nervous, "The..the only other family I have is my brother."

Mr. Smythe smiles, "Exactly! Your brother can maintain contact with your mother and father, give them updates, and make sure that all of you regularly attend family counseling." He can see the hesitation in Blaine's eyes. "Blaine, I know this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but going over everything, and not risking you losing everything this is going to be the best bet. You don't have to live with your parents, but you keep up with the counseling sessions so that you do as your grandfather wanted, try and make things better with your parents."

Blaine knows this is the only answer, but it could mean the unthinkable. Looking down and speaking softly he asks, "Will I have to move?"

Mr. Smythe tilts his head slightly, feeling confused by the young man's question. "What do you mean, Blaine?"

Blaine lifts his head and tears fill his eyes, but he holds them back, "I mean will I have to move to Los Angeles? That's where Cooper lives."

He feels Sam squeeze his hand tighter. The sweat from Sam's hand begins to increase. He looks over at his boyfriend, his face has paled and fear is beginning to consume his eyes. Placing his other hand over Sam's he lets him know that he isn't going anywhere.

Mr. Smythe chuckles, "No, Blaine, your brother will be moving back to Lima."

Blaine's eyes widen and he shakes his head, "Cooper's an actor! Moving home would ruin everything he's worked for. I can't…I can't ask him to do that."

Sebastian's dad smiles, "He's already agreed to it. When I contacted him, he told me about his experience of seeing how you're treated at home, and he wants to get you out of there, just as much as Sam and my son do."

Unable to hold it back any longer he lets a tear drop. "What's the next step then?"

"We get you and your parents in front of a judge so that you can move out, live with Cooper, and then you can feel safe in your own home again." Mr. Smythe's eyes move to Sebastian and he sees the painful memories bubbling to the surface in the boy's mind.

Blaine smiles, "Thank you, for everything, Mr. Smythe."

Mr. Smythe smiles, taking in the moment of hope that he has just given a young man and says, "Please, call me Alexander, and it's my pleasure. The way Sebastian talks about you and the rest of the kids in your glee club, it's like you're all family, and I protect my family." He moves his eyes again to his son and nods.

Sebastian wipes a tear from his eye and smiles, thankful for the wonderful stepfather his mother married. He remembers how difficult things were when he first came out, but after the initial shock wore off, the man was the first to come around and tell him that he was loved and had nothing to worry about. He was the first person Sebastian finally talked to about what his biological father had done to him.

Blaine and Sam hug and thank Alexander before joining their friends out in the main part of the house. Sebastian closes the door, walks over to his dad, and hugs him tightly. Alexander hugs him back.

Whispering the elder Smythe says, "I'm proud of you, son."

Seb lets go and looks him in the eyes, "Most of them know about, my other dad and what he did…"

Alexander gives him a half-hearted smile, "I had a feeling you had told a few of them. I knew Noah knew when I went in your room the other night and he was holding you."

Sebastian tilts his head the same way Alexander had earlier, "How could you tell from that?"

Alexander smiles, "Because he was shushing you while you were having a bad dream. He kept saying he can't hurt you anymore, and then you calmed down. That's how I knew."

"I feel better, knowing that they know." Sebastian gives a slight shrug and smiles at his dad.

His dad pats him on the shoulder and says, "I'm glad, kiddo." He clears his throat again and smiles at his son, "Now you and your friends have fun tonight…just don't destroy the house, this one is pretty much my favorite of the ones we have here in Ohio."

Sebastian laughs, "You got it, dad."

Alexander leaves and Sebastian goes down to join his friends.

….

Sam and Blaine had found their way to the master bedroom. Sam looks around in awe of the room. It is the size of his dad's apartment and done in a black and white theme, with splashes of red throughout. He walks over to the four poster bed and presses his hand into the mattress. Sam smiles at how cloud-like it feels.

He begins to turn, saying, "Blaine, you've got to feel thi…."

He's shoved onto the bed. Apart from the initial shock, he feels more comfortable than he has in his entire life. He looks up and sees his boyfriend smiling and disrobing. Blaine's bowtie lands on his face and he laughs as he begins to remove his own tie.

Blaine stops half way with his shirt buttons and grabs Sam's wrist, "Leave the tie, it'll give me something else to play with."

Sam smiles, "I love it when you get dirty."

Blaine smirks and grabs the end of Sam's tie, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "After everything you've done for me, Sam," A smirk crosses his lips, "you're due for something dirty."

He rips Sam's shirt open and removes it with the jacket. He makes quick work in removing the blonde's pants. Sam scoots himself backwards and watches as Blaine takes out his phone, and puts on a mix Sam had made him titled, "Strip Mix." The beat of the song begins to pump through the speaker. Blaine slowly grinds his hips in the air, making circles as he slowly and meticulously popped each button on his shirt open. The shirt falls to the ground and the tempo picks up. In a quick moment, Blaine goes up on his toes like Michael Jackson. Adding his own sexy spin to the move he thrusts open his slacks, and by the time his heels touch the ground his pants hit his ankles.

Stepping out of his shoes he dances to the beat over to the night stand. He pops his butt up in the air. Sam smirks and gives it a playful smack. Blaine jumps and gives Sam a smirks, "Now, now, Sammy, you've been a bad boy, and so I'm going to have to punish you."

"Oh really?" Sam says feeling his cock beginning to grow and harden.

Blaine smiles the most devious smile he's ever given Sam. His hand lifts from the drawer holding two pairs of handcuffs. "Really," he says with a stern tone.

Sam bites his lower lip, "Then teach me a lesson."

Blaine binds his blonde lover to the metal bars in the headboard. His underwear covered crotch is shoved into Sam's face. The smell of musky sex fills Sam's senses and he opens his mouth to take Blaine in.

Blaine purrs, "Oh want a little taste, do we?"

Sam nods, "Uh huh." A gaped mouth smile almost makes Blaine laugh, but he stays in character.

He lowers the elastic and frees his aching bone. He grabs it and smacks Sam's cheek with it. "You want this? You want my cock?"

Sam moans and his body writhes under Blaine's. "Yessss."

"Yes what?" Blaine says smacking him again.

Sam groans, his mouth watering for the taste of his lover. "Yes I want your cock. I want all of you. I need you!"

That was all Blaine needed to hear and he plunged his cock down his lover's throat. Sam's tongue swirls and slurps as tears roll down his cheeks from his trying not to gag. Blaine slowly thrusts in and out, throwing his head back. His hands trail down his chest, over his stomach. His fingers follow the line of his happy trail until they become entangled with Sam's locks.

He pulls out and smiles down at his boyfriend. His eyes are no longer stern, but loving. Scooting back he grinds his crock against Sam's, as he lays down, pressing his lips to Sam's. He lifts his head, "Sam, I love you."

Sam wants to hold Blaine's face in his hands, but instead he just looks up into those perfect hazel eyes and smiles saying, "I love you too, Blaine."

Blaine reaches for the lube he had found next to the handcuffs and applies it to his fingers. He slips one into Sam's hole and Sam slides his legs up to give Blaine better access. A moan escapes from Sam's lips when Blaine adds a second finger and then with his free hand begins to stroke his lover's cock. Bucking his hips in time with Blaine's strokes, Sam knows he won't last much longer.

"Blaine!" he gasps, "you should…slow…oh God! You should…slow down…I'm too close!" Blaine pumps faster. "Blaine! I'mmmmmm cummmmingggg!"

Sam gasps heavily while Blaine adds a third finger. His fingertips brush against his prostate and his whole body shutters. Blaine begins to clean Sam's abs off with his tongue until he's gotten every last drop, then he cleans the boy's cock with his mouth.

Sam moans, "Blaine, I'm…argh! Too sensitive!"

Blaine lets the dick pop out of his mouth and he moves his way up so that he's looking his lover in the eyes. "You ready for the rest of your present?" He thrust his fingers hard into Sam.

Sam thrusts up and cries out, "Please!"

Blaine smirks, "Please, what?"

Sam groans, "Blaine, please, I need you cock in me. Give it to me and never take it out!"

A sudden emptiness leaves the blonde whimpering in protest, but he soon feels Blaine's cock against his entrance.

Blaine's eyes meet his again, "Are you ready?"

Sam nods and Blaine thrusts in all the way. Sam wraps his legs around the smaller boy, pulling him in.

"Oh God, you feel so good, Blaine!" Sam moans feeling the fullness that comes with having a hard, aching cock up one's ass.

Blaine smiled and began to thrust faster and harder with each stroke. He buries his head in the crook of Sam's neck, humping like a rabbit. Sam's moans are getting louder and Blaine can feel the walls inside of Sam getting tighter. Sam constricts his legs so tight that it stops Blaine's movements as his hole clamps down and his cock erupts once again, between their naked bodies. The tightness inside of Sam is too much for Blaine and it sends him over the edge. In the high of his orgasm he bites down on Sam's flesh like a vampire and the rush of endorphins only add to the blonde's pleasure as he feels Blaine unload inside of him.

Blaine's cock softens and slides out along with some of his cum. It trickles out of the gaping and slightly abused hole. He presses his lips to Sam's.

Sam sighs, "That was…incredible."

Blaine collapses onto Sam's chest. "Sure was."

Sam notices Blaine is close to falling asleep. "Uh, Blaine, can you uncuff me please? My arms are kind of tired now."

Sitting up Blaine reaches for the keys. His eyes widen and he jumps out of bed to hunt for them. "We've got a bit of a problem."

Sam closes his eyes, "Please tell me you know where the keys are."

Blaine shakes his head. "Don't worry, I…I can fix this!"

"How?!" Sam demands. "Can you pick a lock?!"

Blaine shakes his head again, "No, but I can ask Sebastian for help. He probably knows where they're at."

Sam groans, "great, now my friends are going to see me like this."

Blaine's eyes fill with regret, "Sam, I am so sorry."

A sigh escapes the blonde's lips, "It'll be ok, Blaine. This is far from the worst thing to ever happen to me, so we're fine, just find the keys or get some bolt cutters."

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A/N: Hey guys, I am so sorry this chapter took so long. My inspiration has been lacking lately. I know I skipped over the whole prom scene, but to me it wasn't really pertinent to the story and so I cut it out.

Kat, I know you've been keeping up with the story and I just want to say thank you. Now grow a pair and actually email me back! "She" seems to be getting tired of being our go between. Also the anticipation of talking to you again won't kill me. What would probably kill me, would be you getting on a plane and being here in person.