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04 June 2011 @ 10:38 pm
FIC: All That I Am (2/?)  
Title: All That I Am (2/?)
Author: blamslaine 
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Brittany, Blaine (mentions of Brittana, Bartie, past Klaine) Sam-centric
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Warnings: Up through 2x16 Original Song then it goes AU.
Word Count: 4676
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, wish I did.
Image by: bitterbird 
Summary: It was easier for Sam to just shut himself off and pretend to be the person everyone needed him to be, nobody ever noticed how much that really hurt him though.
Sam had always hated locker rooms. It wasn’t one specific thing but rather a slow culmination of things over the course of his life. It started when he was five years old and had snuck down into the living room one night after his parents had gone to bed and watched “Carrie” for the first time. The locker room scene was by far the most frightening to him. He could handle a scorned telekinetic girl who burnt down a gym full of people after she had been humiliated, but it was far more disturbing to him to see Carrie bleeding in the shower. It didn’t help, that in most slasher movies, the most brutal death scene was usually reserved for whoever was unlucky enough to be alone in the darkened locker room.

Reality wasn’t as colorful as fiction, but it was far more depressing. Everyone found reasons to make fun of him when he was in the locker room. First, it was because Sam hadn’t been as tall as the other guys before he had his growth spurt. Then once no one could make fun of him for his height anymore, they said his feet were too little to be as tall as he was. He had always been made fun of for his mouth, and the jokes had always been bad, but they got much more hurtful and raunchy in the locker room.

Between fiction and his interactions with classmates, Sam had already had more than enough issues with locker rooms to last a life time. And that wasn’t even counting all of the fights he would get into with other boys for harassing him, or any of the issues Sam had with his own body that always managed to come to the surface at those times. So it didn’t surprise Sam at all that he was sitting in the locker room with Blaine after they had both been assaulted by Karofsky. The only upsides were that Sam had only been shoved against his locker and that the red substance covering Blaine’s face and upper body was a slushie instead of blood.

“Ugh, Kurt was right, getting slushied is horrible,” Blaine’s voice carried from the shower area.

Even though Sam didn’t know Blaine that well, he hated seeing the other boy like this. He didn’t want anyone to suffer, and Sam knew exactly what Blaine was feeling right now. He remembered feeling humiliated, like he had been broken down to absolutely nothing and how it only got worse when Quinn made him take off his shirt in front of her to get cleaned up.

“I remember I was devastated after my first one,” Sam said absentmindedly, pulling a clean towel from his locker. “I feel really bad for Rachel. Sometimes she gets slushied twice a day.”

“Well, every star must suffer for their art.” It was hard to tell if the odd tone to Blaine’s voice was caused by the combination of the sound of the shower and the echo from it being just the two of them in the locker room, or if his throat had really been hurt by Karofsky earlier.

“I think almost all of us have gotten it. Lauren, Brittany and Santana haven’t been slushied, but I think that’s because everyone is too scared to do it to any of them… especially Lauren. I heard that one time last year the Glee Club even decided to slushie Mr. Schue.”

“So I guess I’ll fit right in then,” Blaine’s voice called out from the shower area.

“Nah, you’ll have to join the football team to fit in; all the guys are on it. Finn said Kurt played last year. Hell, even the girls played in our big game a few weeks back.”

Sam felt extremely awkward when he had to deal with people one-on-one. He had always been surrounded by people that ignored him so he had gotten used to spending far too much time in his head. Unfortunately, because of that Sam had horrible social skills, even under the best of circumstances. And this situation was about as far away from that category as you could get without involving a serial killer. Although, with how the day had played out so far, Sam wouldn’t have been surprised in the least if some costumed killer jumped out of the dirty towel cart and ran him trough with a butcher knife.

“I was going to see about maybe auditioning – for Glee Club, not the football team,” Blaine’s voice suddenly became clearer once the water shut off. “I could use some pointers. I know they’ll take back Kurt because he was already one of you guys, but I’m thinking they’ll treat me like public enemy number one.”

“I don’t think I’m the right person to ask for advice. I kind of blew them off at first, and I don’t really think they ever got over it.” Sam’s head instantly shot down to his shoes once he heard what sounded like a zipper.

Sam stifled a yelp once he finally looked up and saw Blaine standing next to him. This was the second time in almost an hour that Blaine had managed to sneak up on him. The first time he could brush off because of how zoned out he had been, but this time Sam was so focused on trying to know exactly where Blaine was so he wouldn’t stare at the boy that he hadn’t noticed he was standing right next to him. Sam made a mental note to find out if Blaine ever made any noise when he walked.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Blaine asked, pointing to his wet hair as he spoke. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”

Sam couldn’t help but feel sorry for the other boy; it wasn’t that long ago that he was in Blaine’s shoes. He had gone through the same thing. Sure, he had been at the school a few weeks and was already on the football team, but he still felt like a stranger. Blaine, on the other hand, was going through this before his first day, but he already knew Kurt so at least he had someone he could really talk to. That was when Sam decided that he had it worse than Blaine because at least the other boy had someone to talk to and that’s all Sam wanted… a real friend. “Well, I was new and I had just gotten here from my old school and I had it pretty rough there….”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

There was something in the way Blaine spoke that made Sam want to open up to him even though he didn’t have to. His father had always told him that a “real man” didn’t open up about his feelings because that made him weak. Sam couldn’t even begin to picture what his dad would say about his oldest son spilling his guts to a half-naked gay guy in a locker room. Actually, he kind of wished his father was there because it would get some type of reaction from him.

“I just wanted to get by and not get hassled so I went out for the football team. Finn heard me singing and asked me to come by and meet the guys; we jammed out for a while but when it came time to actually audition and meet Mr. Schue, I stood them up. A few weeks later they had this duet competition and I got over my own insecurities and just hung out with them – that was when I got my first slushie.”

It actually hurt talking about these things, but Sam figured if Kurt trusted Blaine enough then maybe he could, too. “I paired up with Quinn and we won, but later I found out that Finn and Rachel rigged it so I would win because they were one person short of meeting the requirements to compete and they figured if I won then I would stick around. Quinn and I started dating just before Coach pulled Finn and made me quarterback and all those things really got Finn pissed at me. It didn’t help that Kurt kind of had a crush on me either. I guess Finn thought I was trying to do the male version of ‘Single White Female’ to his life.”

It took a second before it dawned on Sam what he had just said to Blaine. “Oh… um… sorry.”

“Kurt and I are just friends. We thought there might be something more there but it just didn’t work out. This isn’t making you uncomfortable is it?”

“It’s cool.” Talking with Blaine had given Sam a level of comfort he hadn’t felt when he interacted with anyone since his family moved to Lima. With the bulk of it already told, Sam quickly covered everything up to his recent breakup with Santana and how he still didn’t feel like he fit in with the rest of the group.

“I guess once you join New Directions, they won’t really need me anymore. It’s my fault really. If I hadn’t been a chicken about joining Glee Club at first then maybe we would all be friends now.” Sam was practically gasping for air by the time he finished. He didn’t think that he had ever spoken as much in the entire time he had been at McKinley as he had just now. Everybody always said that getting things off of your chest makes you feel better, but right now Sam wasn’t so sure. If anything, he felt even more insecure than usual after opening up to someone who was essentially a stranger to him.

“Wow, that’s a lot of information. Okay, first off – I’m not going to back out of an audition because I’m scared, no offense. Secondly you, Quinn and Santana were the reason New Directions tied with us at Sectionals this year. There is no way they’re going to throw you out, especially to replace you with the guy you beat. By the way, I’m not a humble person so you should consider the fact that I just admitted you were better than I was a serious compliment. Other than Kurt, I don’t really know these guys by anything other than their vocal talent, but I have to ask, if they are using you, and you know it, why do you let them?”

Sam shrugged. “I guess it’s better to be wanted for the wrong reasons than to be not wanted at all. I just don’t want people to hate me.”

“If I say something, are you going to go Captain Caveman on me again?” The tone in Blaine’s voice made it almost impossible to tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic.

Sam could barely fight the urge to smile. He seriously doubted that Blaine knew Captain Caveman was cartoon from before they were born and that Sam used to watch the reruns as a kid. No one ever got any of the references that Sam made. “I promise not to pummel you as long as you don’t make a joke about my mouth.”

Blaine nodded in agreement before saying anything else. “That kind of thinking is for people like Karofsky. The guy willing to risk his life to save someone he’s only had one conversation with from getting their neck snapped by the Incredible Hulk deserves better than to be used like that.”

There wasn’t a single thing that Blaine said that didn’t shock Sam. He honestly hadn’t been expecting the other boy to have paid attention to anything Sam had been saying. “You know who the Incredible Hulk is?”

“A Hollywood executive’s very bad idea to take a hot actor and replace him with hideous CGI effects,” Blaine said, staring at his ruined Dalton blazer. “This is never going to come out.”

Sam learned to keep extra clothes in his locker somewhere between the second time he was slushied and the fourth time Santana made a joke about his “nerd” shirts. He still wasn’t entirely sure why it was okay in his former girlfriend’s eyes for him to dress like Justin Bieber – not that he enjoyed that – but it was completely unacceptable for him to wear one of his Star Wars T-shirts. He knew he couldn’t let Blaine run around Lima shirtless, but the only clean T-shirt he had in his locker was a G.I.Joe shirt he bought last month. He didn’t want to be selfish, but he hadn’t even gotten to wear the shirt himself yet.

“Here,” Sam felt bad that he was actually sad to be handing over his shirt to the other boy. When he was in second grade, he had lent one of his toys to his next door neighbor and he never got it back.

Those kind of things happened, especially when you were young, but Sam knew the reason why his action figure was never returned was because the other boy had been scared when he heard Sam’s father yelling at him in the driveway for not having “enough respect” for him to not loan out something that his father had bought. “Trust me, you’ll regret it if you put that shirt and jacket back on before you wash them.”

“Thanks,” Blaine said, taking the shirt from him.

Sam could tell that Blaine was surprised by the shirt, but he was too tired to care. He was trying to help the kid out; if he didn’t like the type of shirt it was, he didn’t have to wear it. If Blaine hated the T-shirt so much, he could wear his Dalton blazer and ruin his car seat for all he cared.

“It’s getting late and I’ve got bunch of homework. Um… if you don’t need anything, I’m just going to head home.”

“Wait,” Blaine quickly put on the shirt Sam had loaned him and stood up. “Let me give you a ride home, you know, as a thank you for helping me out.”

“I didn’t finish my workout earlier. I’m just going to jog home; that way I can get in some cardio.”

“It meant a lot that you stood up for me, Sam. Thank you for that, really.”

Sam couldn’t tell how Blaine was reacting to what he just said. He didn’t have a good enough read on the other boy to know if he seemed withdrawn because Sam wanted to leave, or if he was still suffering from what Sam considered “post traumatic slushie disorder.”

“School should be pretty calm with Karofsky gone, but if anybody gives you crap, you better tell me.”

“Deal,” Blaine smiled and shook his head.


The entire jog home, Sam couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation with Blaine. It was odd having someone really listen to him for a change. It was a weird situation actually. He wasn’t glad that Karofsky had gone off on the two of them or that Blaine had been slushied, but if it hadn’t happened, the two of them never would have spoken. It was nice being able to talk to someone and not feel like he was being judged by everything he said, or didn’t say. Maybe there was some hope in salvaging the rest of the day.

Things went pretty smoothly once Sam got home. After a quick shower Sam ended up powering through his homework rather quickly - of course that was because he lucked out by not having any assignments that required a lot of reading; otherwise Sam knew he would have been up most of the night working on it.

Sam wasn’t surprised when he heard a knock at the front door. He just assumed that his little brother or sister lost their house keys, it’s not like it was the first time that happened. What did shock him was when he opened the door to find Brittany standing on the other side. He had no idea that she even knew where he lived. “Umm, how did you know where I live?” Sam asked as he rolled his eyes at himself. Evidently he had entered the portion of the day where he said exactly what was on his mind.

“Mr. Schue told me. I know he said we’re only supposed to call him if we’re drunk, but he told me where you live once I told him I left you with a serial killer.”

“You know Blaine’s not actually a serial killer, right?” Sam stepped aside to let Brittany in.

“I know he’s not a good one because you’re still alive. Wait,” Brittany reached out and poked Sam in the chest, “you’re not a ghost are you?”

“I promise if I ever become a ghost you’ll be the first person I tell.”

Brittany shrugged and, for the first time Sam realized that was pretty much her standard reaction, no matter what she saying. “Good, when you’re a ghost, you can give me all the answers to my tests. Mr. O’Hare gets mad when I turn in my math tests and the only thing on them is a picture of a flower. He doesn’t even let me use crayons anymore.”

He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond, so he decided to just take Brittany up to his room so they could work on the assignment for Glee. Sam didn’t really want to take Brittany to his room; he knew that she would have something to say about how “nerdy” it was. But deep down he knew that if anyone wouldn’t judge him for being himself it would be Brittany.

He was a little afraid that it would be overstimulation for her, between the wall-to-wall sci-fi movie posters, the shelves full of his DVD collection, the closet full of boxes of comic books that he still hadn’t found the time to unpack, and the glow-in-the-dark solar system stickers he hung above his bed. He remembered how much his father hated that he bought a new set once they moved to Lima. Sure, they were meant for elementary school kids, but Sam had a very similar setup above his bed since he was a little kid; it wasn’t his fault he had a hard time falling asleep without them hovering over his head. His entire room could be hard to take in, especially for someone who seemed as prone to being distracted as Brittany could be.

“Your room’s really nice… do you ever wake up and forget you’re on Earth? That happens to me sometimes.”

“Uhh, no,” Sam chuckled. “I can honestly say that’s never happened to me. So… um, any ideas on what song we’re going to do?”

The two of them spent a little over an hour listening to the songs Brittany had brought over. It wasn’t a bad way to spend the time; she did have pretty good taste in music. Then came what felt like an endless stream of Britney Spears songs. Sam was trying not to get frustrated but after the 10th song in a row started, he silently wished that the next song would be anything but Britney.

“What about that one?” Brittany asked immediately after “If You Seek Amy” finished playing.

“We can’t sing that.”

“But it’s Britney Spears.”

“Yeah, but it’s a Britney Spears song where she’s begging you to have sex with her.” Sam felt bad shooting the idea down. The song did seem fun, but he could already picture how insecure he would feel singing and dancing to that song in front of everyone else in Glee.

“If you think about it, every song anyone sings is about sex. Can we at least put it in the ‘maybe’ pile?” Brittany asked in that special way she had where it was impossible to tell if she was upset, or if she had already checked out of the conversation.

“Yeah,” Sam really didn’t want to argue with Brittany about this. It was pointless anyway; he knew that Mr. Schue wouldn’t let them sing it.

“What’s going on here?”

Sam instantly jumped off of his bed when he heard his father’s voice. “Hi. Dad, I can explain. This is Brittany. She goes to school with me – we’re working on an assignment for school.”

“Sure you are.”

Sam couldn’t tell if his dad believed him or not. There was no reason why he shouldn’t; it was the truth after all. He hated that even though his dad was standing right in front of him his father couldn’t even be bothered to look at him. It was sad that Sam felt like the only time he ever got any real attention from his father was when he was being told how big of a disappointment he was to the family.

“Well, yeah, it’s for Glee Club… it’s kind of like our homework.”

“You finally bring a girl up to your room and it’s because of Glee Club? And to make it worse the two of you are wasting your time on something that isn’t even for a real class.”

With each passing word from his father Sam felt like he was shrinking. He knew his father hated that he joined New Directions and that upset him a lot. Sam had always done what his dad wanted him to do; he couldn’t understand why his dad couldn’t just let him have this one thing. Sure most of the kids ignored him, but it was one of the few times each day that he actually felt happy to just be doing something. It didn’t matter to him that he wasn’t the best singer, or dancer, or that he didn’t get a lot of solos – at the end of the day, New Directions needed him, and he was more than willing to let that be good enough. “If you need us to, we can go into the basement so we don’t make a lot of noise.”

“What I need is for your mother to have never signed the permission slip. You spend so much time on that club that things like your football and grades are suffering.”

Sam cringed when his father brought up his grades. Any other parent in the world would be happy to see their dyslexic son bring home a B in English on his progress report, but not his father. Oh no, when he gave the mini report card to his father, all he got was a sigh and the usual “you’re using that as an excuse not to have to work hard.” Of course, that was just the initial reaction. Later at dinner – which in Sam’s house was an experience in and of itself – his father had pulled him aside and gave him this little gem of wisdom: “If you lived up to your potential you’d be starting quarterback right now and you’d be bringing home A’s because none of the teachers would want to risk you not playing.”

“We’ll stay out of your way.” When Sam spoke, his voice was so soft that even he could barely hear it.

Sam could feel his father’s eyes going right through him. It didn’t matter that he was looking at him; Sam could tell that his father was really focused on Brittany. It felt like an eternity before his father said anything. “Bridgette, maybe an attractive girl like you can talk some sense into my son and get him to focus on what’s really important instead of wasting his time on comic books and prancing around singing showtunes.”

Before Sam could say anything – not that he would have since when he got like this because it was best to just let his dad tell him he was disappointed in him and go back to ignoring him – his father walked away. It was his father’s way of ensuring that he always had the last word.

“But… I’m Brittany…”

“My dad has a thing with names.” Right now Sam was so far gone he couldn’t tell if Brittany was correcting his father or if she was busy trying to convince herself that she really was “Brittany” and not “Bridgette.”

“Your dad seems really mean. I don’t think he likes me.”

“Yeah, well, a lot of the time I don’t think he likes me much either.” Sam didn’t want to talk about his dad, but it’s not like he could avoid it right now. He was stuck. He couldn’t just ignore Brittany because that would be too mean, and he couldn’t turn the music up because that would only bring his father back in to his room. There really wasn’t any other option he could think of. Sam rubbed his eyes and sighed. He really didn’t want to have this conversation, not with Brittany or anyone.

“At least he didn’t flip out when he found me on your bed. Parents don’t like it when they come home and find me in one of their beds.”

Sam couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at that. He wanted to comment on what Brittany had just said, but ultimately he decided it would be best just to leave that alone. After all, Brittany was trying to help; she didn’t deserve to be unintentionally offended. “You were a Cheerio; he wouldn’t have cared beyond that.”

Brittany rolled over on to her back, hanging her head so it was upside down off of the edge of Sam’s bed, the end of her ponytail swaying against the carpet as she spoke. “How can he tell?”

Sam knew how he got after one of his “talks” with his dad and that was a huge factor in why he never invited any of the kids from Glee Club over. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Well, that and the fact that none of them had ever asked to come over either. Looking back on it, the fact that the two girlfriends he had since coming to Lima never made the effort to even ask to come over should have been a pretty big sign that neither of those relationships would end up working out. So far, Brittany was the first one to ever come to his house, and naturally the universe had decided that today was the day Sam’s dad came home early.

Sam sighed. “Dad always told me that since I’m on the football team, bringing any girl that isn’t a cheerleader up to my bedroom is a waste of time.”

“Maybe he thinks you’ll get them pregnant,” Brittany tried to shrug but, given her current position, it almost caused her to fall off of Sam’s bed. “It’s stupid. Cheerleaders are way more slutty than other girls. If you accidentally get anyone pregnant, it will be a Cheerio.”

“I guess.” Sam didn’t feel like talking anymore. Right now, he wished he had gone with his original plan and just locked himself in his room, did his homework and watch “Avatar.” “Would you be mad if we stopped for today?”

“I don’t get mad. It’s too hard to remember why. Tomorrow I’ll drive and we can go to my house after school and work on our assignment. It’s nice there; it smells like cookies and I’ve got Britney Spears posters everywhere, so my walls are really pretty and I don’t remember ever seeing your dad at my house.”

Once she was off of his bed, Sam picked up Brittany’s backpack and handed it to her. He had decided that he would walk her out of his house or, at the very least down the stairs. At least that way he could be sure that she didn’t run into his dad again. “Am I really that bad of a dancer?”

Sam wasn’t sure if Brittany waited to answer him until they were downstairs by his front door because she was trying to think of how to answer him, or if she was just focusing on trying to not fall down the stairs and break her leg or something. Knowing Brittany it could have been either of those things or something so far outside of the box that even Sam wouldn’t be able to picture it.

“Finn’s worse,” Brittany finally spoke. “And he’s really tall so we can’t hide him behind anyone. You’re not really bad… but you do these things with your arms that make it look like you’re boxing invisible dragonflies.”

“Is there any way that you could not tell everybody about what happened?” Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. It was all he could do to keep from getting on his knees and begging Brittany to forget she had ever come over to his house.

“They already know. We were all together when Mr. Schue paired everybody up, remember?”

For a brief moment, Sam wasn’t sure if Brittany honestly had no idea what he was talking about or if she understood how upset he was, so she was pretending not to know to make him feel better. Every once in a while, there were glimpses that made it clear that if you could get past all of the odd things that Brittany would say that there was someone worth getting to know. After seeing how she had reacted to his father, Sam didn’t understand why people were so willing to discount Brittany. Despite the whole name thing, she didn’t seem phased by him at all. Seeing that, made Sam like her more; because half of the time he wanted to run off into the woods screaming after something as simple as a conversation with his father. Right now Sam was conflicted, he wished that Brittany didn’t understand what he was talking about because being ignored would hurt less than being felt sorry for.

“I mean about how my dad is.” Before Sam could say anything else, Brittany took his hands out of his pockets and locked each of her pinky fingers with his.

“I double pinky swear, that’s how serious I am. We’re friends, Sam, I won’t tell anyone.”

For what felt like the first time in far too long, Sam actually smiled while he was at home. He was sure his dad would have something to say to him later, but he didn’t care, especially since now he was pretty sure he could talk to Brittany about it if he wanted to. Now he was glad that the two of them had been paired together and Sam was genuinely sad to see Brittany leave. They were an odd little pair, but it was nice spending time with her and he’d give anything not to have to go back inside and risk running into his father before he made it back up to his bedroom.

Sam waited until Brittany had gotten inside of her car and pulled off before he went back inside. By some small miracle, he made it back into his room without running into his father. He decided not to risk his luck so Sam grabbed his laptop, “Avatar” DVD, and his headphones before getting comfortable on his bed. He usually hated watching movies with his headphones, but he didn’t want his father complaining about all the noise.

Sam tried his best to get into the movie, but it just wasn’t working out and, for the first time ever, he actually shut the movie off before it was over. All Sam could think about was everything that happened with Blaine and Brittany after school. Tomorrow, everyone would make a big deal about Kurt’s first day back and Blaine transferring, but that meant Sam would find himself fading further into the background. Surprisingly, Sam didn’t really care. After all, today started out bad, but it had two bright spots. Maybe tomorrow would be the same.
Deniseexoh_dee on June 5th, 2011 04:25 am (UTC)
I loved this so much. You write Sam and Brittany so well. Can't wait to read more of this. :)
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:43 pm (UTC)
Oh trust me, there is so much story left in this verse it's killing me. lol
Deniseexoh_dee on June 9th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Haha. Well, I look forward to it. ;)
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:49 pm (UTC)
Well you might not have to wait too long, ch4 is going through it's edits now and ch5 is like half done.
dramatictheorydramatictheory on June 5th, 2011 08:29 am (UTC)
Moarrrrr XD
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:43 pm (UTC)
Sooooooonnnnnn XD
dramatictheorydramatictheory on June 9th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
well, hey, you speak my language so I guess I can be patient XD


*watches the clock*

Seriously though loving your work :)
Amanchuthe_tim_world on June 5th, 2011 09:30 am (UTC)
You wrote these people so well that I'm going to have to keep reading.
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:44 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you. I've got some stuff coming up I hope you'll like.
Amanchuthe_tim_world on June 9th, 2011 09:12 pm (UTC)
I pretty much ship Klaine, and since I don't know where this is going...well I'm going to have to keep reading.
samjohnssonsamjohnsson on June 6th, 2011 12:12 am (UTC)
Love that you're giving Brittany this much of a role. And gods, the club's going to so meddle when they find out what Sam's home life is like.
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Brittany's a busy little bee in this. And what makes you think the rest of glee club is going to find out about Sam's home life?
samjohnssonsamjohnsson on June 9th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
Because those kids have no concept of privacy. Maybe also a bit of hoping, really.
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC)
Some people might find out and there's one person in particular that Sam is desperate to keep away from his family life. But his home life isn't really the focus so it won't be a focal point the whole time.
samjohnssonsamjohnsson on June 9th, 2011 08:49 pm (UTC)
Heh. I trust in you and will wait in anticipation for what you'll share with us. ^^
ggbromanceggbromance on June 9th, 2011 05:01 am (UTC)
I really like the addition of Brittany! This is a very heavy fic, kinda dark inside Sam's head. It's interesting that you write him so angst-ridden, and I hope Blaine gets a chance to change him! :)
blamslaineblamslaine on June 9th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
Sam's got some issues that won't go away anytime soon, and it's going to be worse for him for a while.. but the poor kid does deserve a happy ending.