A/N: Not too much actual Klaine in this one. I'm really bad at writing Sam - either that or I've got another writers block. That seems more frequent lately. And my 'review reply' doesn't seem to be working, so I'm just going to do them here until they start working again...
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Rating: G/K
Sam sighed as he pulled the towering pizza boxes from the passenger seat, checking he was at the right address.
Dalton...
Why did it sound familiar?
He shrugged, doing a two-stepped dance towards the main doors. Well...he thought they were the main doors. Dalton had so many buildings...
He heard laughter and music coming from the third door along, and his brows furrowed. Shaking his head, he knocked on the two oak doors, waiting a few seconds before knocking again.
There was no reply.
He moved down to the third set of doors. He assumed these were the dorms. A sharp rapping at the door silenced the people inside, and a quick call of 'I'll get it' struck a familiar cord in his chest.
A slightly flustered Kurt opened the door, his eyes going wide when he saw who it was. Kurt was wearing a white button up shirt - obviously not his own. It was half unbuttoned, his hair slightly messy.
"Sam?"
That's why Dalton sounded familiar.
Sam cringed.
"Hi." he muttered, practically thrusting the pizzas at Kurt.
"Oh, hi Sam." Blaine called from his position, leaning against the couch. His knees were drawn up, his legs spread slightly as if Kurt had been leaning between them before Sam approached.
Sam gave a small wave.
"Let me just get some money." Kurt looked slightly embarrassed, hurrying around the room.
Sam stood awkwardly at the doorway, holding the pizzas and feeling like an idiot.
"Sam, come in," Blaine called, waving him in. "Join the party?"
Sam frowned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm...working."
"When does your shift end?" the speaker was Asian - Sam remembered him from Regionals.
"Uh..." Sam looked at his watch. How convinient. "Well...that was my last delivery, actually."
"Fantastic! Want to join us?"
The other members of the party - the Warblers - nodded at him, expressing their acceptance of the idea.
"Sure..." Sam muttered. His brother and sister were sleeping - they always slept through the night. His parents would be back in half an hour anyway. It would be okay.
He planted the pizzas on the coffee table, pocketing the money Kurt finally located.
"Well, drinks are in the cooler - and you can just pull up some floor." a different Warbler said and Sam thanked him, following his advice and grabbing a diet coke.
Kurt had taken his place between Blaine's legs, his left hand stroking his thigh gently, his right hand occupied with a slice of pizza.
"So...why pizza delivery?" Kurt asked gently when the conversation didn't start up. He was still feeling awkward. Fortunately Sam hadn't come in a little earlier...
Sam blushed. "There was nothing else going." he said softly. This was awkward.
"And you needed the money that desperately?" Blaine asked, twirling his fingers through Kurt's already messy hair while he finished a second peice of pizza.
Sam looked at the ground a moment, before cooly replying. "Nah, not really. It was an excuse to get out of the house."
None of the Warblers - Kurt and Blaine included - looked like they believed him.
"You can tell us the truth, you know." Blaine said very softly, and Sam shot him a slightly panicked shook.
"That was the truth?" It was more of a question, but a Warbler let out a short laugh.
"You gotta be a better singer than you are a liar." he chuckled and the Warblers gave Sam polite smiles.
"We're not even from McKinley - we won't spill. Why do you need the money so bad?" another asked, and Sam looked pointedly at Kurt.
"Hey!" He protested, repositioning himself between Blaine's legs. "As if I would tell! I know what rumours do to people..."
Blaine squeezed him tightly, pulling him down so he was leaning against the Warbler's chest.
Sam glared at the ground. They were strangers, and he knew Kurt wasn't the type to say anything. He wrinkled his nose, licking his lips before taking a deep breath.
"I..." he started, and the Warblers raised their eyebrows expectantly, almost as one. The movement was so strange that Sam had to stop himself from laughing. "We lost our house...and we don't have any money anymore,"
The Warblers were silent, suspended in the awkward moment where nobody knew what to say.
Wes broke the tension, standing and sitting next to Sam. He put his arm around him supportively.
"That sucks."
Sam bit his lips hard, trying to stop himself from crying.
"Do you need any help?" Blaine asked, straightening his legs out.
"Nah," Sam shook his head, his hair flicking out. "We're living in a motel for now."
The sympathetic glances were a little too much for Sam. It was one of the reasons why he hadn't told anyone in the first place. He bent over, his hand pressed to his face.
"Sorry to...be such a buzzkill." Sam muttered behind his hand, and Wes laughed.
"Nothing was really happening anyway," he grinned, "Except for Kurt and Blaine."
They simultaniously threw pizza crusts at him, grinning playfully.
Sam gave them a small smile and went back to concentrating on the ground again.
"But seriously...if there's anything we can do for you...anything at all...just ask." Blaine said gently. "Even if it's like...shouting lunch one time. Any friends of Kurt's are friends of ours."
The Warblers nodded vigorously.
Sam grinned slightly, overwhelmed with love from these strangers.
"Well...there is one thing..."
A/N: Didn't go the way I really wanted it to. It was supposed to have more Klaine, but whatever. I'm writing one at the moment about the Prom episode...not sure whether to post it before or after the episode airs though. I'll probably get impatient and have it uploaded beforehand.
Oh, and I'm halfway to 60 now :D Number 50 is gonna be a special one. It's been in the works for a while :D