Summary: For Blam Week Day 4: superior/employee...again, not feeling this, so have a random fic~ lauraperfectinsanity prompt: 195. Season 2 AU. After seeing Sam meeting the lead singer of the Warblers, Rachel brings the issue to the New Directions and Sam is forced to explain his sexuality and his relationship with Blaine.

"I'm sure you're all very curious as to why I called this emergency club meeting," Rachel said, standing at the front of the choir room, arms crossed and a very serious expression on her face.

"Not really," Santana drawled. "But Puck was my ride, so I had to come."

There were the few expected chuckles, but Rachel simply heaved a breath and declared, "There is a traitor in our midst!"

Used to her outbursts, Mercedes asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Do you want to send someone else off to a crack den?" Quinn said, sounding as bored as Santana felt.

Stomping her foot, Rachel declared, "I am not overreacting! I have proof!" She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen, turning it to face the room and giving them all a triumphant look.

On the tiny screen, they saw Sam sitting at a mall food court table, chatting animatedly with a smaller, dark haired boy.

"Anyone familiar with the show choir blogging community will recognize Sam's dining companion as none other than Blaine Anderson, the lead singer of the Dalton Warblers, who you all know we will be facing at sectionals!" she declared. "I refuse to let us fall prey to another fiasco like what happened with Jesse last year!"

"How do you know Blaine, Sam?" Kurt asked, staring at the blond in shock.

Huh, that sounds like Kurt knew this Blaine kid too.

"Is that the boy you met when the guys sent you to spy on the Warblers?" Tina asked and Santana smirked.

God she was good at reading people.

Kurt nodded, eyes still on Sam, who was scuffing the toe of his sneaker on the floor. "Yeah, I know Blaine," he said, cheeks a little pink.

"So you're a spy? Dude, not cool," Finn said, narrowing his eyes in Sam's direction. "How could you do that, man?"

"I'm not a spy...and you guys sent Kurt to spy. That's like...a double...something," Sam muttered, but no one was distracted.

"Double standard, but that's beside the point!" Rachel said. "If you're not a spy, why were you consorting with the enemy. Whose team are you on here, Sam?"

Sam heaved a sigh. "I'm gonna get so much grief for this...He's not my enemy, he's my boyfriend."

"WHAT?!"

Pretty much everyone asked the same question at once and Sam shifted in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "B...thought it would be safer for me not to talk about us at public school," Sam said, then glance over at Kurt. "And from what I've seen, he's not wrong."

"You said you weren't gay," Quinn said, sounding hurt.

"I'm not," Sam said with a little shrug. "I'm not straight either. I like who I like and Blaine is...awesome."

Kurt was looking like he was going to be ill, as Rachel pushed on. "Well, you can't date the enemy."

"Oh, can it, Man-Hands," Santana said, looking over at Sam. "You telling your pint sized boy toy what we're doing for Sectionals?"

Sam shook his head. "No...I don't even know what we're doing for sectionals and Blaine would never ask! The Warblers are big on manners and good behavior."

With a nod, Santana sat back.

"You're dating Blaine?" Kurt asked suddenly, voice hitting a high, unhappy note and Santana sighed.

From the sound of things, Kurt was not happy with this new revelation...and unhappy Kurt was generally not fun.