Blaine approaches Sam the next morning at his locker.

Blaine: Hey. (Sam looks up wearily and nods in greeting.) Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday afternoon. I don’t even really have an excuse. It was just a totally dick thing to do.

Sam: Um, thanks. Finn told me he talked to you, but…

Blaine: It wasn’t just about Finn. I guess, I’m like … kind of a prude sometimes. (Blaine laughs, trying to lighten the mood)

Sam: Not a big deal. (Sam chuckles)

Blaine: (Blaine smiles his most Blaine-ish smile) No really, though. I don’t want you to think I was judging you or looking down on your or something. I’m not actually like that. I didn’t mean to act like that.

Sam: I shouldn’t have pushed you.

Blaine: No way, I totally deserved that. I can take it. People act like I’m some kind of tiny, delicate flower. I can hold my own in a fight these days.

Sam: (Sam can’t help but grin at that.) Anytime, anywhere Anderson. I heard rumblings about a fight club.

Blaine: First of all, you and Finn gossip like little old ladies and secondly, seriously, why does everyone always want to talk about fight club? I can’t talk about it!