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         “DUDE. Dunno if you noticed or not, but Scoobs is kinda poppin’ off right now.”  And of course to prove his point, Sam’s arms were wildly directing Blaine, and showcasing the great dane that was in an all too defensive stance, growling with a lip snarled baring those pearly whites, because you know Sam Evans also took to brushing Scoob’s teeth every morning too. One little pat and the dog’s paws were up on the counter and he was ready for his close up. This small act also totally scientifically (probably) made dog kisses a whole lot more sanitary. It also kind of went without saying that Scooby was pretty much a piece of him, he would have argued family but like, even his family didn’t quite get him like Scoobs did. 

         He also totally got his own bowl of cereal every Saturday morning, but like, that was neither here nor there right now. It wasn’t that he was afraid of ghosts, but this trip had turned into the ‘we’re not alone anymore’ type of trip, and in a place like this? He’d gotten a bad vibe from the get go, but the further they pressed, the worse everything got. The building was falling apart and the graffiti died down the deeper you got which wasn’t the greatest sign when the rest of the place was plastered. Then of course, he was pretty sure there was a room that had been covered in blood. And like, sure, they weren’t there now, but people could get away with that in a place like this. And that was what he was worried about. 

        That being said, there was ALSO a little something here. He could feel it, Scoobs could see it (he was convinced) and Blaine was hanging on the tails of whatever it was. The blond wanted to find out too, but he didn’t wanna find out what other mortals had entered in, because now they had to try and get back out without running into them all over again, and that part was the hard one given the layout of this place, but he also didn’t wanna end up like Murder McGee, so like??? “And hate to break it, but he’s not really alone.” Cause Sam was about to start poppin’ off too if Blaine didn’t let it go. He wasn’t a scardey cat, but he did wanna keep ghost hunting and the feeling in his stomach, formally known as HIS INTUITION, BLAINE!, well, that he trusted. 

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         “Well, yeah, but that’s why we got flashlights.” Sam Evans, under the abs and Bieber cut, was a nerd. So of course, when Dad said they were moving, he’d Googled to see exactly where they were moving to. Most of the ‘cool stuff’ had been explored with Stacie and Stevie, or his parents. But like, there were some things that weren’t really on guard for family time . . . And exploring abandoned buildings was kind of one of them. He was shocked when Kurt actually agreed to go with him, but it didn’t come without his cost. It was either a Gaga concert or a musical marathon, or catching him up on some Barbara Minilli or whoever; but like . . .  Of course he agreed because he wanted to do this so bad. 

       “Hey, hold on, there’s a few nails stickin’ out there, just watch yourself. Last thing you need is bronchitis, er, hepatitis or whatever. As cool as these places are, gotta look alive or you might miss somethin’.” In order to get into the building they had to leave their lights off because a place like this? One he was so excited to explore? A place like this had security. Didn’t mean they always hung around, but they were there to ward out squatters, and like, satanists and stuff. Sam shrugged his backpack off and dug out two flashlights, hanging one off to Kurt, and shoving the other between his legs as he did it back up and slung it back over his shoulder. 

        “Just stay close, alright? Might be other people doin’ the same thing we are.” Or people that slept here, shot up and did drugs here, or you know, the other stuff he wasn’t gonna dare mention because there was like, the slimmest chance ever that it was a possibility. Sam’s shoes ground down on broken glass and dirt as they pressed in, but when the moonlight disappeared, he finally decided it was time. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the light, though it was unfortunate because the spot on the wall that illuminated was scribbled with RED paint. ‘ LEAVE BEFORE THEY HARVEST YOUR CORPSE.’ 

         “Okay but last time I checked, you were the smarty pants, not me.” Sam’s arm was slung around Quinn, sitting in the bed of his truck in the middle of NOWHERE, eyes to the sky under the blanket of stars, among blankets and pillows. And sure, if you weren’t used to the quiet, or the country, it was more like a scene out of a horror movie than it was a chick flick; but the intent was there. 

          Wouldn’t be out of the realm of plausibility for a chainsaw guy to start revving it in the middle of the woods, growing louder, and louder until he was running out towards them breaching the trees, probably with a mask made out of flesh because that was kinda sorta their M.O. Nothing but crickets off in the distance, and coons rustling around not too far off in the trees. The last house they’d past was a good thirty minutes ago and it was just quiet. There were sounds, sure, but it was kinda deafening in it’s own right but that was all part of the beauty. 

        “I just thought it’d be nice to get away. Y’know, just the two of us.” Plus wasn’t this kinda romantic? Or had he completely missed the mark? Hotels were expensive, but a night under the stars? And yeah, maybe he did have a tent crammed under his back seat, sleeping bags too, just in case. But like, kinda wasn’t sure if that was a go yet because if Quinn HATED it out here (which he hadn’t thought she would), he didn’t want her to feel obligated, or whatever. After all, if she had to pee, it wasn’t like she could just go find a tree somewhere and whip it out.

           OF COURSE HE DID. Things had gotten pretty complicated lately though. Like really complicated. Not in a bad way, well, kind of in a bad way. Sam wanted to say it was all Kurt’s fault, but like, it was kind of Blaine’s fault too even if THIS was WAY over the fucking line of acceptable payback. . . because this? This was pretty fucked up and NO ONE (especially Blaine) deserved to feel like they didn’t exist. Or like they weren’t worth remembering because man, he had paid his dues. He’d always went above and beyond for everyone but no one ever went above and beyond for him. 

        So for that, Sam was the BUZZ LIGHTYEAR to his WOODY, just like, a whole lot more gay right now. Er, maybe it was more of a Brokeback situation than it was Toy Story, maybe that wasn’t that great of an example after all. “You know I do.” That wasn’t even something that should have been a question but he knew why Blaine was asking. Kurt pretty much pulled the ground out from underneath him and now it was a one way ticket to Constant Reassurance-ville and most people would get frustrated with it, sure . . . But most people didn’t take a second to understand why Kurt’s punch to his heart was the crushing blow that threatened to send him floating away like the last ten minutes of Infinity War; which collectively shattered his heart, and yet that? That didn’t even come close to what seeing Blaine like this did. 

        THEIR FIRST KISS had . . . Been a connection tactic; something to ground him, bring him back from the abyss. Counteract the one the fucking dementor had placed on him. Something to make him feel, give him something to lock onto. Remind him he wasn’t alone and that he was loved because Blaine was his best friend, his bro of all bros. The Ash to his Brock. REMIND HIM that there was more to the world than Kurt Hummel, who Sam admired greatly and loved, but there was no denying what he did was UNACCEPTABLY FUCKED and he would never, ever side with him on that. He got proper brain damage to forget him. Like, who let someone tinker around in their head? Did he not SEE what happened to Bucky Barnes? Okay,of course he didn’t because Kurt wouldn’t watch a Marvel movie on his own, but it was killing him to think that it was still okay for anyone to do that. 

        “I’m not goin’ anywhere, Blaine. Pinky promise.” To which his was brandished out, stretching across over to him, where he sat in the passenger's side. A week had . . . Turned into a month and a half and his mom was going to kill him. Burt was not going to kill him; but he was gonna get a long lecture being responsible and stuff, and he hoped Kurt was gonna get an even longer lecture about not being a jackass and just Eternal Sunshine’ing someone from your brain. They’d been driving for hours and Blaine even managed to sleep a bit which had made him happy because he wasn’t getting enough, but you throw on a little slow Garth B and boom, babys out like a light. That might have been out of self preservation but Sam chose to not acknowledge that. 

     Once Blaine’s pinky was intertwined with his, he gave a little jostle of their hands, a lopsided grin that broke from the road to connect with him for a few seconds before darting back to the road, one hand still on the wheel driving to NO WHERE. Okay, lie. They were driving to somewhere. Route 66 beneath the tires and a broken sign flickering neon in the distance. His stomach was grumbling and even if it was three in the morning, a pit stop for food was a necessity. “Kay, that’s a lie, but like, you’re comin’ with me.” It wasn’t even a lie, so he wasn’t leaving him. Not ever. It had taken him two seconds way back when, when they’d been in the middle of Pennsylvania, to decide that he would commit the rest of his life to Blaine Anderson if it would make him realize how loved he was. How not alone he was out in this world. 

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

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      ♫      “Hey— hey, Blaine. Look at me.” Four days. That’s how long it took Sam Evans to crumble. It’s not even that he just knew Blaine was hurting. He’d seen it in every aspect of everything he did. There was no light, even when Blaine was ‘having a good time, honestly Sam’ he saw right through it. And yeah, Sam didn’t blame him. He knew why. Having Kurt completely wipe it all away, like his life was this super luxury roll’s royce, and like Blaine was nothing more than a bug that just splattered against his windshield. One wipe, boom. Problem gone. Even if they’d been traveling all around the world together on that wind sh... Yeah no, that was a really bad analogy but Blaine was more than that. Blaine was the best guy he’d ever known. His best friend. Seeing him go through this? IT WAS KILLING HIM. He didn’t deserve it.

               This wasn’t a BLAINE thing, it was a Kurt thing and Sam hadn’t figured out how to put that into words Blaine would understand. He’d tried, but no matter how many times Blaine tried to explain it, their ideas didn’t gel. Which sucked because ALL THEIR IDEAS GELLED. Blaine’s thing was gel, if anyone were to gel, it was them. BLAM.

            But Kurt had fucked up. Blaine had too, but the reality was . . . Kurt ran. He let go with no disregard. And maybe it wasn’t fair, maybe Sam was looking at it from an angle that was biased towards one, but he loved Kurt, so was he really? It was all just . . . SO MESSED UP. They were spiraling and there were no parachutes. At this point, Sam would have done anything to take away his pain. And there had been one thing he hadn’t done yet because it didn’t seem like the right time. Didn’t seem like a good moment. Didn’t seem sensitive at all given the situation. 

                       Blaine was just . . . wired. In this way. Deep down? He understood it. 

            What if he could just . . . Make Blaine see that it wasn’t just Kurt out there that made life worth living? That people could love him.  

             Sam’s hands were so big they pretty much took up most of Blaine’s face as he tried to pull him back down to Earth, cupping softly at his cheeks. They were deep in Pennsylvania, the wicked wilderness surrounding them. Bullfrogs and crickets, owls and coyotes teaming up with the October breeze that pretty much swept through them both like a wave of ice when the camper didn’t block it out. 

             Life had gotten too heavy. The fire crackled behind him and he could feel it heating the rubber soles of his runners, but not enough to make him worry yet. The blonde was knelt down on one knee in front of Blaine— or the body formally known as Blaine because Blaine wasn’t in there anymore and it was killing him. The stars were so bright tonight— the fire had died down, and really even if you walked ten feet away you could look up and instantly lose your breath at the sight. Something Sam hadn’t missed a single moment doing. The Universe had done a pretty cool thing for once and offered a meteor shower and every two minutes it was ‘Blaine! Did you see it’? amid the rolling conversation that hadn’t stopped for a week. 

         He hadn’t let Blaine out of his sight, and he was trying so hard to keep him here. The world needed Blaine Anderson, even if he thought it’d be better without him. It had come back to him in a wave, it was something about Kurt, he didn’t have to ask because the tears streaming down his face said it all. His thumbs swiped along the gentle ridge as he shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Fires were great, except there was something about the cackling wood and mesmerizing lick of the flames, sparks shooting up over glowing goals that was . . . It made you think. It sucked you in. And camping was great and he loved it, being there with Blaine, but the world was quiet. And even with everything they were doing . . . He worried it wasn’t helping Blaine and . . . that was the point of this. All of it. Not even making him feel better . . . just feel human, like he existed and meant everything to someone. 

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        It didn’t mean anything. If Sam told himself that enough, maybe it would really start to sink in. Kurt was just… sad. Fuck, his dad just had a heart attack for christ sake, of course this meant nothing. Kurt was just… confused and didn’t know what to do. Sam’s presence at the hospital had only increased the further and further Kurt got from everyone in the choir room. The quieter he got. The more distant he became. Obviously Sam only wanted good things for the Hummels, especially Kurt, but Life had a funny way of really getting in there and getting you when you least expect it. 

          Sam held the machine-made coffee in his hand, his lips still pressed against Kurt’s stunned. He was pretty sure he’d never had so many different thoughts going through his mind at once. One of the first he could recognize was guilt because… Yeah, this meant nothing, and Kurt was just in a really weird place and he wouldn’t make a big deal out of this but… Even as his hand came up to caress Kurt’s damp cheek, he couldn’t help but fully comprehend how good it felt to kiss him. 

       It’s not like he’d ever thought it would be repulsive to kiss a guy or anything, but like, he’d never really given much thought to it. When Kurt finally pulled away, Sam remained where he stood and it took his eyes a few seconds to open… And when they found Kurt’s again? He was moving forward to close that little distance, tilting his head and fully kissing Kurt, on his own accord. 

          It meant nothing, but… He still needed to make sure that just happened, and that it wasn’t just a fluke. His hand gently came up to curl around Kurt’s neck, pulling him closer as he kissed him again, though much slower this time. And unintentionally a lot more passionate, in an open mouthed attempt to make some sense of what it all meant. Because Sam could tell himself it didn’t mean nothing, but that didn’t explain how it felt… Or why it’d happened in the first place. Kurt wasn’t like Santana or Brittany; he was… weirdly a lot softer in some all encompassing sense Sam couldn’t really begin to explain, and yeah, he was a lot more emotional but like, was that a bad thing?

        As it was, how often did he wear his own heart on his sleeve? The coffee was a hindrance and he realized this further every time he attempted to pull at Kurt’s hip, or pull him closer but… Eventually Kurt ended up against the pop machine and Sam ended up pulling away breathless with swollen lips and the taste of Kurt on his tongue. Something he hadn’t really expected more of. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly, a little breathless, but his eyes never dropping from Kurt’s.