Sam was lying on Blaine's bed halfheartedly watching TV, too tired go get up and put on another movie – his bag of Doritos long since empty. Since Kurt had transferred back to McKinley Blaine had started hanging out a lot more with his boyfriend on weekends. Still, Sam liked to wait up for him because Blaine would always take the time to talk for a while before they went to bed, and he really enjoyed those late night moments.

Blaine smiled affectionately when he found Sam curled up on his bed, sleeping peacefully. Reaching for the remote he couldn't help but stop and let his fingers, ever so slightly, grace the soft hair of the sleeping beauty. Then he flicked the TV off and went to get ready for bed. It was really late, and he was so tired, and he knew he wouldn't sleep well on the couch. Carefully Blaine pulled the covers out from under Sam. As he crawled into bed Sam turned to him and reached out his hand so that it just barely rested on Blaine's stomach. Seemingly still mostly asleep he mumbled "You're home."

Blaine still couldn't believe it. Thinking about it he felt like the ground was dissolving under him. It wasn't really happening. It couldn't be happening. Sam on the other hand acted as calm as ever and was surprisingly patient considering how many times they'd had this conversation already.

"I hate that I'm leaving too, B."

"Stay then! My folks are totally fine with it," Blaine could hear how desperate he sounded, but he couldn't help it – he was desperate.

"Blaine, we've been through this. I can't. I can't leave my family; they need me. I wish I could, but I can't." He knew Sam was right, or he kind of did. But the only thing he could feel was that what mattered to him the most was their friendship. And that it wasn't the same for Sam. "But we'll stay in touch."

"What does that even mean, Sam?"

"It means that I'll call you – every day. And we'll always be best friends. And when we graduate we'll go to college together, right?" all the reassurance in Sam's voice was lost on Blaine.

"Graduation is two years away. We haven't even known each other one!"

"Fuck Blaine!" Sam stood up with a frustrated gesture. "Don't you think it's hard for me too? I'm the one who's leaving all my friends, my school, my girlfriend. Everything!" Blaine realized he had been out of line, but he was also frankly a bit relieved to hear Sam express some emotion.

"I know Sam. I'm sorry. I shouldn't beat you up over this. It's just so hard."

"I get it, but you really need to calm down." Sam reached out to him and pulled him into a hug, "It's gonna be alright. I promise."

Over the past week Sam had begun saying goodbye to his friends one by one. But this was by far the hardest part yet. How had he even gotten himself into this situation? It had started at prom he guessed.

Well, he surely hadn't planned on going to prom; he couldn't afford it and besides there hadn't really been anyone for him to take. He'd known Blaine didn't want to go – not that he would have went with Sam anyway – and why. Sam had never wanted to hurt someone as bad as he had when he learned what those guys did to Blaine after that dance. Just thinking about it now made his fists clench. However, when he'd imagined going to prom it was with Blaine. Because then he would be there to protect him. Well yes, Sam knew that Blaine was fully capable of defending himself now – he sure as hell wouldn't want to go up against him in a fist fight – but still. He would be there. He would have given anything to have been there that night when Blaine had been hurt. This time it had been Kurt being targeted and Blaine supporting him through it. And despite trying his best to be happy for Blaine, because it was obvious that Blaine loved Kurt, it had still been agonizing to watch him being the most perfect boyfriend to someone else. But even so he had ended up having such a good time with Mercedes. He had never thought about it before, but that night she was so beautiful that it was impossible for him not to notice, and he would never forget it. She was so much fun and so different from Quinn and Santana, in the best possible way – she was herself through and through, there were no games with Mercedes.

But now it was over. Because like Mercedes had said breaking up made sense, and it actually made leaving her seem a bit easier. There was still one person to cross off his list though. And Sam had no idea how to even begin to say goodbye to him. Blaine didn't try to hide the fact that he found it difficult, and while making it harder, it was also kind of nice.

"Tell us a secret that no one else knows!" Puck demanded.

"Okay, um, Blaine already knows about this, but it's a pretty big secret." Three pairs of eyes brimming with anticipation were fixed on Sam.

"Aight, let's have it!"

"You know the party tomorrow? It isn't happening – or you know, I'm not gonna be there. This is actually my goodbye party. I wanted it to be just us, getting hammered."

"Wow, Sam. That's kinda rough." Finn looked at him questioningly.

"I know. It's just they insisted and I can't deal with weepy shit like that. Would you guys maybe help me explain to everyone? Y'know tell them I said bye or whatever."

"Sure, bro. We get it."

"Cool. Thanks."

"That's it! We've had enough truths," Puck declared. "From now on only dares, okay!"

The game continued with a lot of stupid dares that all somehow involved chugging a beer or having a shot. Sam and Blaine laughed their asses off at Puck and Finn having a shot contest. Puck was still holding the tequila bottle ready to pour the next one as he fell into a deep slumber. Under much giggling they helped their unconscious friends into what might pass as sleeping positions on the couches. When they were done and had stopped their fond snickering at how stupid the pair was a silence settled between them. Blaine looked intently at Sam for a few moments, then he asked "Are we still playing?"

Without the words passing the conscious part of his mind Sam smiled "Yes! And it's my go." But Blaine wasn't smiling, he just kept looking straight into Sam's eyes. Sam's smile vanished.

"I'mma go with dare then, I guess," Blaine's voice was soft and low.

Sam's head was spinning, from the alcohol sure, but even more from the way Blaine was looking at him. His heart was beating so hard in his chest. For what might have been several seconds they just stood like that. "I dare you... to kiss me."

The very next moment Blaine's lips were on his. Blaine's tongue was pushing past his lips to meet his own. Blaine's hands were in his hair tugging him towards him. Sam's own hands found their way around Blaine's waist to pull him even closer, pressing their bodies together. Their kisses were wet and impatient. Blaine was letting out tiny moans and all Sam could feel was him and how he couldn't get close enough to him. For a few moments they stopped for air, foreheads pressed together they were just breathing into each other's mouths until Blaine whispered "Let's go upstairs," against his lips.

With hot hands and hot lips touching and kissing wherever they could reach they stumbled to the stairs, somehow managing to climb them without pulling apart or falling down. Once in Blaine's bedroom Sam pushed Blaine along with him over to the bed and gently shoved him down on it. Still standing Sam gazed down at his amazingly beautiful friend – dark curls all mussed, cheeks flushed and lips red and swollen from kissing. Overwhelmed by his desire for this boy Sam grinned widely as he pulled his tee shirt off and then lowered himself on top of Blaine who immediately pulled him close. Blaine's hips bucked under him and through the thick fabric of his jeans Sam could feel how hard he was. And he was already completely hard himself. Even with the alcohol numbing him all parts of his body felt hypersensitive. Blaine filled all his senses, all there was was his touch, the way he felt under him, the sounds he made, the smell of him. Before long they were both in their boxers. Sam slid his hands along Blaine's back and inside his underwear squeezing his impossibly smooth and firm ass. Blaine moaned into his neck and his hand found the waistband of Sam's boxers and slipped past it. Sam let out a gasp at the feeling of Blaine's warm and steady hand on his cock. "Oh, God Blaine!" He wasn't going to last long. When Blaine let go of him he felt like he was being ripped apart, but after pulling Sam's underwear all the way off Blaine's hand was back stroking him. For a moment Blaine stopped moving and met Sam's gaze through long dark lashes with just a hint of a question in his beautiful hazel eyes. Could he see the lust and the want and the love in Sam's eyes? Either way he didn't hesitate anymore after that. He slid down and started kissing Sam's throbbing cock. Sam heard himself whimper at the feeling of Blaine's mouth on him and as Blaine took him into his hot wet mouth Sam all but screamed, "Oh, fuck Blaine! Fuck!" Unable to hold it back Sam came hard involuntarily pushing further into Blaine's amazing mouth that was swallowing around him, eagerly taking every last drop of his hot cum.

For a while Sam was just lying flat on his back, panting. As he regained some of his senses he turned toward Blaine and pulled him closer. Kissing Blaine and tasting himself on his mouth was almost enough to get him hard again. He kissed Blaine's face, his ear – making him moan which in turn made Sam moan, he kissed all over his neck and chest while Blaine pulled his own underwear off. Both now completely naked they were grinding into each other. Somehow creating the distance needed to get his hand between them Sam was amazed to find how smooth and hard Blaine's cock felt in his hand. Blaine was moaning "Sam, oh, Sam...Sammy!" thrusting into his fist and squeezing him tightly, probably leaving bruises on his shoulders. Watching the thick white fluid pumping out of Blaine's beautiful cock as he was screaming his name was by far the most awesome thing Sam had ever experienced.

The throbbing pain in his head woke Blaine up way too early. But as he became aware of the warm body behind him he slowly regained his memory of the night before. Sam's arm was slung across his waist, Sam's body curled up around his own and Sam himself still fast asleep. A wide smile spread on Blaine's face. It wasn't a dream, it had really happened! A million tiny butterflies fluttered in his belly. He had thought that he had them under control, but no. Could it be possible that Sam liked him back? It had certainly seemed that way... And not just that, he felt himself blush at the thought of it, but he had seen something in Sam's eyes. Something more than lust. Blaine was almost sure of it. Slowly Sam started to stir behind him. The grip around his waist tightened, pulling him closer. The feeling of Sam's hot breath on his neck made his stomach jolt and his head spin. Sam was nuzzling his neck, planting tiny soft kisses there. Blaine, savoring every moment of it, slightly pushed back into Sam's body. He could feel Sam growing hard against his ass, and almost unnoticeably grinding back into him. Suddenly Sam tensed up and scrambled away from him, pulling a corner of the covers across his lap. Then he was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows propped against his thighs, the heels of his hands pressing at his brow.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong!" Sam snapped. He reached down and pulled his shirt off the floor, then started putting it on, "I've gotta go."

"Sam, don't." Not knowing what to say or how to speak Blaine put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Ducking away from the touch Sam stood up and quickly put on his pants before gathering his socks and shoes along with his underwear. "I can't. I'm sorry," and with that he walked out of the room and then he was gone. And Blaine couldn't breathe. Sam didn't want him. He had never wanted him. Blaine had pushed himself on his straight best friend and now he hated him for it. As tears started streaming down his face he threw himself back on the bed and burying his face in the pillow he just screamed.

How could he let it happen? He ruined their friendship. He lost Sam. Forever. How could he have believed that it was real? It was always going to be just a dream. And then, with a pang of guilt it hit him: Kurt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He cheated on Kurt. Sweet, innocent, lovely Kurt. In just one night he had managed to destroy the only two relationships that meant anything to him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" Sam banged at the steering wheel. He had stopped just around the block when the tears welling up in his eyes made it impossible for him to keep driving. What had he done? How could it have seemed like a good idea? Well, because he was drunk and stupid. And he hadn't really thought about it, the urge had just been too strong to resist. Oh, but it was good. Now that he knew just how good it felt to be with Blaine like that. To kiss him, to watch him come. To make him come! How could he go back to not doing that? But he had to – he knew that. Blaine was with Kurt and they were perfect together, everyone kept saying so. How could he ever compete with that? He had made Blaine cheat on his perfect boyfriend. How could he do that to his best friend? No, if he wasn't sure before he was now; moving away with his family was the right choice. His only choice. He had to stay away from Blaine to not hurt him any more.