A/N: It makes me so happy that, should it ever come to that, now our boys won't have to leave the state to get married.

Without further ado, here is finally the next chapter.

Avoiding Blaine proved not to be working anymore. Blaine would call Sam out on any excuse he'd make and find a way for them to hang out anyway. And hanging out with Blaine was really all Sam wanted. It turned out to be a lot easier than he had expected. Blaine didn't talk much about his boyfriend with Sam and sometimes it was like Sam forgot about Kurt, forgot to feel sad or jealous and then being with Blaine was still as great as ever. What was hard was not being around Blaine, because then he seemed unable to not picture Blaine and Kurt together, and that made his insides twist. Goddamned Kurt! Witty, smart, insanely talented Kurt. It made perfect sense that Blaine wanted to be with him. Kurt was so sure of himself and did everything for his own reasons. Of course Blaine loved Kurt.

Perhaps one could say that being boyfriends was not all that different from what Blaine and Kurt were before. New things were mostly that now they were holding hands a lot and hanging out was called 'going on a date'. But being with someone that loved you back made all the difference, it was the most wonderful feeling. If Blaine felt like holding Kurt's hand, he could just do it. If he felt like telling him that he was pretty he did, and Kurt liked it, loved it even. And then there was of course the making out. Blaine had only ever made out with one other person before (because that kiss with Joey, despite the fact that it had almost fried his then fourteen year old brain, didn't really count as making out) and however nice it had been Rachel hadn't made him feel remotely the way he felt with Kurt. Now he was learning that making out, even though they were always fully clothed and had agreed on no touching below the belt, could be way more than nice. But still, when Kurt wasn't around, Blaine found that it was at times impossible for him to control where his mind went. It might start off with him thinking about his boyfriend, but somehow when he closed his eyes it was Sam he saw. A shirtless Sam sprawled on his bed, blond hair all messy, soft red lips slightly parted and... Sometimes he stopped himself but sometimes it was just too good to do that. Of course he felt guilty about that, a lot. Towards Kurt, but maybe even more towards Sam.

Sam was struggling to finish his English homework when his phone rang. "Hey B!"

"Are you at home?"

"Mhm."

"Come to the window!" Down on the driveway stood a beaming Blaine giving him a little wave. "Feel like going for a run?"

Sam couldn't imagine a more welcome distraction, "Oh God yes!"

They were jogging at a pace that allowed them to talk, mostly about really unimportant stuff that still somehow mattered to both of them. But also about everything that was going on with Sam's family. Talking about it with Blaine made it so much easier to bear.

Sam reached out to tickle Blaine at the same time speeding up. "Come on lazy-pants!" As Blaine caught up to him he gripped Sam around the waist and expertly brought him to the ground. At least Sam managed to pull the shorter boy down along with him. They continued wrestling on the grass all giggles and laughter. Sam couldn't have said how long they'd been like that but he was completely out of breath when he found himself on top of Blaine, for a moment unable to do nothing but stare at him. God he was beautiful! It took everything Sam had not to lean down and kiss him. Instead he threw himself on his back and as they lay there side by side they both started giggling again.

"It's freezing, let's go!" Blaine sat up and added "I'll race you the final bit." Sam raised himself on his elbows.

"Sure. But if I win you have to help me with my English homework."

"Okay." Blaine turned his head and looked Sam right in the eye. "What do I get if I win?" Looking into those amazing amber eyes made Sam dizzy.

"You'll have to beat me to find out," he answered with with a wink as he got up and sprinted off. What was he doing? Was he actually flirting with Blaine? He really had to start thinking things through before speaking. Blaine was quick to his feet and a fast runner, but Sam wouldn't give in and ended up crashing into his front door half a second before Blaine.

"I can't believe this is the last time we get to do this." Blaine studied Sam's face seriously.

"Yeah, I know," Sam didn't try to hide how sad he was. "But can we pretend it's just any other day, like just do whatever stuff we'd do if..."

"Sure, Sam." Then Blaine remembered what had used to be their favorite thing when hanging out in Sam's room. "Do you want to continue with the book? Or maybe you finished it?"

"Yes, the book!" Sam smiled, "I can't believe I had almost forgotten about it. Of course I didn't finish it without you." There was a pause during which Sam's smile faded and he turned his gaze down at his hands. "Um, B?" Sam looked back up at him.

"Yeah?" Sam calling him 'B' always made Blaine smile.

"Can we also like, um you know, um... Will you sit here with me on the bed like we used to? Because you're with Kurt now and..."

"Yeah, but that doesn't change anything about us. We're still best friends, right? And Kurt knows he's got no reason to be jealous of you."

"Oh, yeah, right." Sam sounded a bit hesitant, but soon enough they were curled up together on Sam's bed. "Will you stay the night?" There was a part of Blaine that wanted to say yes, wanted to just stay like this in Sam's arms forever. But he knew he couldn't do that.

"I can't. I have a date with Kurt tonight." Blaine craned his neck so that he could see Sam's face, he was clearly disappointed. "Doesn't your parents want you to spend the last evening in the house together as a family?" Sam shrugged.

"I guess." Blaine sat up to properly face Sam but kept what he hoped was a reassuring hand on his arm.

"You know, there'll be other sleepovers."

"No, I don't know that." Sam pouted, which was so cute it made Blaine smile in spite of himself.

"Well, I do. I figured that you guys would be pretty cramped living in a motel room, so I was thinking that you and the kids could spend the weekends at my house. You know when I'm there to look after you. If you want to, that is?"

"Oh, that would be so great! But will your parents ever agree to that?"

"They already did! And so did yours, to some weekends at least. And you know my parents aren't really around that much, so I think they're just glad that I'll have some company." Blaine was so happy to see the smile spreading on his friend's face.

"I'm glad to be with you, Blaine Anderson. Here at the end of all things."

"Are you saying that I'm your Sam?" Blaine smiled back at him.

"Yes, you are."

"And you're mine."

"Wow, Blaine! This is amazing!" Sam was standing in Blaine's room staring at what was splayed on the bed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It couldn't be, but it was his comic books. It really was! "But... how?" Blaine smiled his widest most beautiful smile at him.

"I just didn't want you to have to give them up, so I talked Mary into selling them to me. I hope that isn't weird? You can think of it as an early birthday present if you want."

"No! Well, it's a little weird that you call my mom by her first name, are you two like buddies now? But no not at all, it's amazing!" Blaine was blushing. "You're amazing!" Sam gave him the biggest hug, even lifting him off the floor, chanting happily "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Blaine hugged him back and laughed,

"You're welcome Sammy!"

Weekends at Blaine's turned out to be the best thing ever. Sam could forget about his family's troubles and be a normal teenager. While he had to work almost every weekend, he still got to spend the nights at Blaine's house.

When Stevie and Stacey were there they slept in Cooper's old room that had been turned into a guest room when he moved away from home. It struck Sam that he knew so little about Blaine's family, he hadn't even known that Blaine had a big brother before he had shown him and the kids that room. There was another spare room downstairs but, well it was downstairs. So Sam slept on the couch in Blaine's room. Most of the time it was just amazing to hang out, to have Blaine to talk to when they went to bed and to get to see Blaine first thing as he woke up. But sometimes when the lights were off he found himself very aware of how Blaine was just feet away from him, hearing Blaine breathe in the darkness it was like he could feel the heat of him across the space between them.

Blaine hated being sick. Well technically it was just a cold, but he did have a fever and Sam was adamant that he was not to leave his bed. And he was being really sweet, bringing him coffee and breakfast and everything else he might need.

"By the way, Kurt's on his way over."

"But we were supposed to hang out today?" Blaine was surprised to see the abandoned puppy look on Sam's face. Blaine really hadn't thought that watching him lie around in bed was what Sam would want to do on his day off, and thus when his caring, sweet boyfriend had insisted on coming to look after him he had not objected.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I just thought that since I'm not exactly super fun to be around that you would want to do something else today. To put up with this," he gestured to himself, "is more of a boyfriend duty I guess."

"Yeah, I get it."

"I'm sorry Sam."

"No, you don't have to be sorry," and finally Sam flashed Blaine a smile, "of course you want your boyfriend here to take care of you."

Kurt was sitting at Blaine's bedside reading him a magazine. "I'm going for a run," Sam declared. "Should I pick something up for you while I'm out?"

"No, thanks Sam," Blaine, who had been dozing off, smiled faintly. "See you in a bit."

"See you! Bye Kurt." Kurt looked up from what he was reading,

"Bye."

Sam returned to Blaine's room sweaty with his tee shirt slung around his neck, picked up some clean clothes and left again to take a shower. As usual when Sam wasn't properly dressed Blaine forced himself not to look.

"Does he always walk around half-naked like that?" Kurt asked wide-eyed.

"Most of the time he's got clothes on." Talking about it made Blaine even more uncomfortable.

"Come on, you know what I'm saying. And he has his own drawer in your room?"

"Yea, we wash his clothes here so that he doesn't have to do it at the laundromat."

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense."

"Wait, are you jealous, sweetie?" Blaine smiled fondly at his boyfriend.

"Well, come on. Look at him!"

"No I - I don't. But you think he's hot then? Should I be jealous?"

"Come on Blaine, you know I'm crazy about you."

"Do you have plans for your birthday?"

"Well, I think that Puck and Finn have plans to get me drunk," Sam grinned. "Why?"

"I got us tickets to the premiere of Thor but we'll just go another day if you wanna hang out with them."

"No! I'd much rather do that!"

They were both excited as they left the theater. "So how awesome was that!" Sam beamed.

"Yeah, I know! And, wow! I didn't really think I had a type, but I know what it is now: Chris-freaking-Hemsworth!"

"Who?"

"Thor!" Blaine laughed, and added "but don't tell Kurt I said so."

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Sam put his arm around him and squeezed his shoulder. When Sam didn't remove his arm Blaine instead curled his around Sam's waist.

"I really can't wait for Captain America!"

"Me too! But before that there's X-Men and for your birthday we'll have Harry Potter. I can't believe what an awesome summer it's gonna be!"