"Bloody hell!" Blaine shouted in surprise, his head shooting up from the desk in alarm.

"Someone has been watching quite a bit of Harry Potter again, hasn't he?" Nick burst out laughing, plopping down at the bottom of Blaine's bed.

Blaine looked over at his roommate and glared. "You can never watch too much Harry Potter." He sighed and moved some of his papers around to organize them. Finals sucked. "What was that for anyway? Sleep is precioussss!" Yes, he had been watching Lord of the Rings a lot lately too.

"Well," Nick grinned, "you know how I've been talking about trying to find an apartment for when I move to New York next year for college?"

"Yeah." Blaine nodded, groaning to himself when he realized he should probably be doing something like that too. He was either going to try living in the dorms or try an apartment. One or the other; he had not decided yet, unfortunately.

Nick hopped up off the bed and went over to his laptop to start it up. "I found one. I've been considering moving in over the summer, to get used to it and the city, you know? Anyway, this guy, Sam, he's 21; he's looking for at least one if not two roommates for the upcoming school year. I called him earlier this morning about it. He's a quiet guy, could barely hear him on the phone. Music education major, like you want to do. Speaking of which, have you spoken to your parents about that yet?"

Blaine sighed, nodding. "I did, over the weekend. I was going to tell you later today, cause I wasn't expecting you to be back till this evening. Mom was okay with it. I knew she would be. Dad on the other hand..." His dad had not approved, preferring Blaine to study law instead.

"I'm sorry, Blaine." Nick frowned.

"It's okay. In the end my mom told him that it was my life and my decision. They had a little row about it, but dad eventually gave in." Blaine shrugged. "He said as long as I keep my grades perfect he wouldn't complain too much. I'm sure that won't be too much of a challenge."

"Nah," Nick laughed, "you're pretty smart." His laptop was up and running and he went into his email to find one in particular to open. "So about this Sam guy...he said I could visit next month if I'd like to check out the place and I said I would. Want to come with? You still need to figure out your living arrangements, right? I'd love it if we could room together again. What if this Sam guy doesn't love Harry Potter as much as you do?"

Blaine looked over at Nick and blinked. "Wait...you're not sick of me yet?" They had been rooming together every year since Blaine transferred.

"Of course not!" Nick grinned. "You're the best roomie ever! So how about it?"

Well, it would be nice to have an apartment instead of living in the dorms. Probably get more privacy that way, sort of. Plus having Nick around would be fun. "Alright. I'll come along." Blaine grinned.

"Marvelous! Plus Abby's apartment is a block away from this one so we can see her too!" Nick beamed.

Abby was focusing on modeling and her painting. She was going to be sharing an apartment with two of her closer girl friends from high school, both who were also studying art.

"Here," Nick messed with his email for a second, "I'll forward this to you. Sam sent me a little info about himself and the apartment. It's a really nice one: three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. And apparently the neighbors are quiet. Not bad, really."

"Nope, not bad at all." Blaine would check the email later. For now he had an English final to finish studying for.

*~*~*~*~**~*~~~~*~*~*~*

"OH MY GOD, BLAINE, HE PUT UP A NEW HARRY POTTER POSTER SINCE WE LAST VISITED." Nick shouted from Sam's room.

Sam and Blaine both winced from the living room where they were working through the moving boxes. "Is he always like that?" Sam asked quietly, looking slightly amused.

"Yeah, pretty much." Blaine laughed, shrugging and looking in the box he had just opened. Books. While he had been forced to leave most of his book collection at home, Blaine had still managed to bring around thirty of his most favorites; the oldest and best read being a rather huge old copy of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, all in one book. It was the same exact copy that Ms. Rose had given him the day he left the orphanage all those years ago. Blaine was never going to get rid of it.

"AH, I'll get out of your room now." Nick laughed, walking out and flopping down onto the living room floor. "I swear I can be perfectly calm a lot. I swear, I swear!" He laughed more, getting up excitedly when there was a knock on their apartment door. "That'd be Abby!" He ran to get it as Blaine shook his head in amusement.

"He's energetic." Sam laughed. "Who's Abby?" He set a box aside that was apparently a whole bunch of Nick's stuff.

"Nick didn't mention her?" Blaine was a bit surprised. "She's been my closest friend for years and she and Nick started dating around the beginning of our junior year of high school. We can set up rules about visitors if you'd feel more comfortable that way. I just have a feeling she'll be around a lot."

Sam shrugged, smiling a tiny bit. "It's okay. It'll be nice to have people around, considering I, like, never get visitors. Do you have any significant others I should know about who may or may not show up at random times?"

Blaine had glanced over at Sam curiously when he had mentioned never getting visitors. He wondered why; Sam seemed like a nice enough guy, the kind who could make friends pretty easily if he wanted to. He was not that bad looking either; slightly taller than Blaine, skinny, with green eyes and light brown hair that was short and swept to the side. Maybe it was just because Sam tended to be a little quiet most of the time. When he and Nick had visited Sam the one time at the beginning of summer there had not been too much in the way of personal talk – they had all pretty much figured they could play the 'getting to know you' game later after moving in. The visit had gone well and both Nick and Blaine had fallen in love with the apartment and the fact that its windows overlooked a rather neat little park.

At Sam's question Blaine's face reddened and he shook his head. "Nah, none of the sort. I haven't had one, like, ever." Well, it was not like there had been a whole bunch of dating options for him back in Ohio.

"Oh. Well, that's okay. Neither have I." Sam shrugged. "People weren't very open towards gay relationships back at home."

"Same." Blaine responded, surprised to find out that his new roommate was gay as well. "Maybe things will be different here-"

"B!" Abby came around the corner from the kitchen area, Nick in tow. "What a snazzy apartment! Oooh!" She caught sight of Sam and wiggled her fingers at him in hello, giggling. "Well, you guys didn't tell me what a cute roommate you had."

"Heyyy!" Nick pouted behind her.

Sam had gone bright red at the comment, but he just laughed and waved back to her. "No one's ever really called me cute before so thank you, but I'm definitely not as cute as your self." He winked. "If I was interested in girls I would totally tell Nick to watch out."

Nick was flailing behind them all and looking like a lost puppy. Blaine had to laugh at the sight.

"You guys can keep living with this guy." Abby giggled. "I like him." She turned back and linked an arm with Nick's, grinning at his pouting look. "Come on, Nick. Why don't you let me help you unpack? Where's your room?" She dragged him off, forcing him to show her where his room was.

"And don't forget to leave the door open, children!" Blaine called out jokingly. Sam laughed beside him.

"Yes, Papa Blaine!" Abby yelled back, giggling. There was quite an audible click as the door was shut anyway.

"What rebellious children." Sam shook his head, amused.

"My thoughts exactly." Blaine laughed.

Sam and Blaine continued sorting through the rest of the stuff for a while until they were finished. At Sam's insistence, Blaine let him help carry the stuff into his new room and help unpack some of the boxes. As they unpacked things they talked about their families and their home towns. Neither of them got into too much detail, it was just basic 'getting to know you' talk. Blaine felt a little bad for Sam as he continued telling him about growing up an only child who had pretty much no friends. Sam explained that his parents were always busy with their business – something Blaine definitely could relate to – and that when he came out to them in tenth grade they passed it off as a phase and told him not to mention it again. He had seen another out gay kid at school getting bullied a lot so he had never came out at school. Plus he did not mind being ignored as much since he was quiet all the time, because that meant he did not have to deal with as much drama. Blaine had to agree that high school drama was just absolutely crazy some times. Sam's story had Blaine appreciating the fact even more that he had had Amelia, his mom, and Abby to talk to when he really needed someone around. He was not really sure if he could have made it through school as well if he had had no one to talk to, like Sam had had to deal with.

After a while their conversation ebbed and Blaine set his iPod up so they could listen to some music. He hummed along, randomly singing a few verses every so often of certain songs. Sam would even join in on occasion, his voice softer and lighter than Blaine's.

At one point Sam was singing along to a song when he suddenly stopped mid-verse. There was a bit of a pause before he spoke up over the music. "Who's Kurt?"

Hearing that name had Blaine's head shooting up like a lightning bolt. "What?" He saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, holding a smaller box open on his lap.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." Sam apologized. "We hadn't opened this box before bringing it in and I wanted to see if it was something or other I could help put away. There's a picture on the top of the pile of stuff in here." He reached into the box and pulled the picture out. It was Blaine's favorite; the one of him and Kurt sitting and holding hands with the words 'Kurt and Blaine, best friends forever' at the top with the little pink heart.

Seeing the picture made Blaine smile and he went over to sit down next to Sam to look through the rest of the stuff in the box. "I've only showed this stuff to my parents and Amelia, but that was ages ago...like when I was six." The hidden note Kurt had written for him and had stuck in the Christmas card he had made was in the box somewhere. "Abby hasn't even seen all these, but she knows all about Kurt. He was my best friend when I was little."

"Do you still get to see each other?" Sam asked curiously.

"Sadly, no." Blaine replied, a sad look on his face. "He moved away when we were little." He had not told Sam about being adopted yet. "We only spent a few months together, but it felt like so much longer than that. I actually...well, our school's glee club competed against his the past couple of years and we ran into each other again. Things didn't go as well as I'd have liked though. Now he's gone once more and who knows if I'll ever see him again."

"Aww," Sam frowned and placed a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder for a brief second before moving it, "well, you can't give up hope! It's almost like a movie!" He chuckled, smiling a little at Blaine's slightly confused look. "You know, two best friends being parted and then they find each other again several years later...only to fall in love."

Blaine burst out laughing, shaking his head. "You're right...it does sound like a movie. Though I don't think there'd be any chance of us falling love." Sure, he could say he loved Kurt, but it was only in a 'we're, or were, close friends' sort of way, right? After all, they had changed a lot in the past several years and Blaine loved the six year old Kurt he remembered.

"You never know." Sam laughed. "Unless...you're sure he just likes girls. Then I guess you don't really have a chance."

"Well, the last time I ran into him was at this mall and he left holding hands with another guy, so if that means anything...then I guess we know he likes guys at least." Blaine sighed. Yeah...Kurt had that tall, dark haired attractive guy. What was his name...Mitch? Yeah, something like that.

"Wait...you ran into him at those show choir competitions and at the mall? How many times have you run into him, Blaine?" Sam chuckled. "I think its fate. You'll definitely run into him again."

Blaine shook his head, putting the pictures and crafts back into the box. "Don't go getting my hopes up." Standing, he went over to his closet and was glad to see there was room on top of the shelf inside it to stow the box for now until he found a better place for it out in his room. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." He left the closet and went back over to his desk to organize his textbooks, unaware of Sam's eyes on him giving him a curious look.

*~*~*~*~*~*~****~~~*~*~

There was so much more schoolwork it seemed, not to mention his student teaching in the music department at a children's school, and his practices and performances as a concert pianist for his school. Blaine was constantly busy, constantly running every which way, and he loved it, but it always felt like there was something missing.

Kurt. Blaine was constantly thinking about his old friend. Sometimes it was just plain maddening.

His friendship with Sam had grown over the first couple of months and they had really gotten to know one another. Sam may have seemed quiet and shy at first, but eventually Blaine knew that it was only because that was how Sam acted around people he was not completely comfortable with yet. Once they were better friends Sam's more outgoing and crazy fun personality showed through and Blaine liked that side of him a lot more. Blaine had finally told Sam about being adopted and the whole back story between him and Kurt. Sam was still convinced that Blaine would see Kurt again some day; that it was meant to be. Sometimes Blaine wanted what Sam was saying to be true, but other times, times when Blaine was feeling too tired and too down in the dumps to care because he was stressed, he just wanted all his thoughts about Kurt to just disappear. At times like those, Sam would tell him that it probably did not help that the box of Kurt's old crafts and cards was always sitting out in the open in Blaine's room, easily viewable. It was a constant reminder of Kurt and Blaine's old friendship. Blaine refused to put the box away though. Even if he did not want to think about Kurt all the time...he did not want to ever forget Kurt again either.

Nick thought a good way to get Blaine's thoughts off of Kurt was by trying to get Blaine a boyfriend. He dragged Blaine out to a few parties and, sure, Blaine had fun, but he never really felt all too comfortable just meeting random guys – half of who he would never see ever again anyway. He never let any of the guys he met even kiss him goodnight. To Blaine, relationships were more meaningful and important than just a quick make out session and possible sex at someone's apartment for one night. He wanted to really get to know someone, to understand them completely and hopefully have them in return understand him. Unfortunately not a lot of guys Blaine met were interested in taking the time to play the 'getting to know you' game.

Luckily the busier Blaine got with school and other work related activities the easier it was for him to not think about Kurt when he did not want to, so that was what he did.

His first year of college passed by faster than he had thought it would and his grades were amazing so his father made no complaints, though he still expressed his opinion that Blaine should switch to studying law.

When their sophomore year came about, Nick decided to take a year to study abroad in France. Abby was rather sad, but they wrote to each other once a week and managed to keep their relationship strong.

Blaine and Sam's apartment was – not surprisingly – much quieter once Nick had left, but it was still quite lively. Both of them had plenty of musical instruments lying about that they would play whenever they felt like it, and when they were not making music by themselves then they would have some sort of CD or playlist on their iPods playing. Blaine and Sam lived together quite well, though on occasion they did have their disagreements. Abby liked to joke that they were like an old married couple.

Sophomore year seemed to drag and Blaine almost fell into a sort of odd funk, but three things happened throughout the year that continued to pull him away from it - though the last two things were not exactly joyful.

The first thing that happened was around the beginning of the school year. Nick had promised to send Blaine a few post cards from all the places he would visit while in France. His first post card pictured the Cathedral of Notre Dame and he had scribbled a short little message about how much he missed everyone and how excited he was to be in France.

The second post card pictured the Eiffel tower and it was the second line in Nick's message on the back that had Blaine's heart thudding in his chest.

'Blaine!

I almost got pooped on by a bird when a few of the guys and I went to visit the Eiffel tower! You'll never guess who I saw though...that's right, Mr. Skinny Jeans! Yeah, yeah, I know his real name, but it always amused me to call him that nickname. ANYWAY, he looked good, AS ALWAYS, and was being followed around (or was in a group of) rather gorgeous looking French girls. HOW COME THE GAY GUYS GET ALL THE GOOD LOOKING GIRLS? No offense or anything. I LOVE YOU. I don't think he noticed me, but I figured I'd let you know just because I'm such a nice friend.

Speaking of being a nice friend...YOU PROMISED TO SEND ME SOME OF THOSE YUMMY COOKIES YOUR MOM MAKES NOW. HOP TO IT, BOY!

Love,

Nick'

Blaine had set the post card down on his desk top and stared at it for a few good minutes. So Kurt was in France now? Was he studying abroad like Nick was doing? Blaine had a crazy notion to fly there the next day and scour the place in search of Kurt, but that was...well, just crazy. There was no way he would find him. Besides, it seemed like so far the only times Blaine had really run into Kurt – close enough to actually speak to him – was when he had not really even been trying to. So maybe that was how it worked. If he did not try to see Kurt then maybe, just maybe, he would eventually see him again. The next day Blaine wrote a letter back to Nick and sent him a huge container of cookies.

*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~~~*

The second major thing to happen in Blaine's sophomore would go on the list of things he never wanted to see happen ever again.

It happened about halfway through the school year. Sam was asleep on the couch and Blaine was sitting at the kitchen table procrastinating on his homework by writing a letter back to Nick. He had never talked about Kurt in any of his reply letters to Nick, but he still wondered about him quite a bit. Nick's midterm exams were coming up and he was quite stressed out about them. Abby was planning on surprising him by taking a flight out to spend a week with him after his exams were over.

The cell phone in Blaine's jacket pocket started ringing and he got up to get it before it woke up Sam. He should have remembered to turn the volume down when he got back but had forgotten.

"Hello?" He answered quietly, sitting back down at the table and picking up his pencil.

"Blaine? Blaine, oh my god-" A girl's frantic voice was shouting on the other end of the line.

"Olivia?" Blaine recognized Olivia's voice. She was a super close friend of Abby's and one of her roommates. "What's wrong?"

"It's Abby!" A loud sob came over the phone and Olivia could not speak for a few seconds as she cried. Blaine was already up and over grabbing his jacket. If something had happened to Abby he had to be there for her.

"Olivia, please tell me what happened. I'm heading over." Blaine tried to keep a calm voice as he headed for the door, but volume was no longer much of a concern.

It took a second but Olivia managed to speak again, gasping slightly from her sobs. "She was attacked or something...I don't know all the details yet. She's at the hospital and in really bad shape. Please hurry!"

"Okay, I'm on my way." They hung up and Blaine was almost out the door when he heard Sam's sleepy voice behind him.

"Wos' going on?"

Blaine looked back at his friend who was sitting up now, having woken from his nap. It was an odd thing to notice at a time like this, but Sam looked absolutely adorable when he just woke up. Shaking the thought from his head, Blaine opened the door and called back before leaving. "Abby is at the hospital. I'm heading over and I'll call you later. Bye!"

Racing out of the apartment, Blaine quickly made his way for the hospital. It was a place he had been to often since moving to New York. Not because he had been ill a lot or injured, but because he had asked if he could bring his guitar and play music for the kids. It was something he had always enjoyed when he was younger and he had wanted to start doing it again. Luckily he had gotten permission so every Sunday he would go over and play music for an hour or two and spend time with the children.

Now he would be going there for an actual emergency. Blaine's mind raced with worry and confusion as he reached the hospital and went in the double doors. What had happened to Abby? His main concern was if she would be okay or not. Olivia had said she was in pretty bad shape.

"Blaine?"

Blaine heard his name and turned to see a nurse walking towards him, a friendly look upon her face. "Celia!"

"What's wrong?" Celia questioned while approaching Blaine. She was 35, slightly shorter than him, and always had her long brown hair pulled up to keep it out of the way. She normally worked in the children's ward which meant Blaine saw her a lot on Sundays. "You're not normally here unless it's Sunday."

"I know, but my best friend was just brought in here." Blaine explained quickly. "Abby James. Is there any way I could see her? I haven't heard much of what happened, just that she's really hurt."

Celia could see the caring, yet panicked, look in Blaine's eyes as he spoke about his friend. She held a finger up for him to wait a second and quickly went over to one of the nurses who were at the entrance desk. It was not long before she returned. "I told her you were Abby's cousin, because only family can visit right now. This way." She took off in a direction and Blaine quickly followed, thanking her.

Once they reached Abby's room, Celia knocked on the door and opened it slowly. "She's asleep..."

"That's okay; I'll wait for her to wake up." Blaine wanted to get inside the room desperately.

"Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in the wai-"

"I'll be fine." Blaine interrupted Celia. "Thank you so much for getting me back here."

Celia smiled warmly at him as she moved away from the door. "Anytime, Blaine. I always appreciate you coming in and entertaining the children. I hope your friend gets better soon."

"Thanks." Blaine smiled. He waited until Celia had left before poking his head around the door and walking in, shutting the door behind him. The first thing he noticed was that Abby was indeed asleep and she looked dreadful. The second thing he noticed was that there were two guys sitting in the room as well. They were sitting next to each other, holding hands, and each were sporting a few bruises themselves.

"Er, hi?" Blaine spoke quietly, moving further into the room. "Are you guys relatives of Abby?" He did not think so. Blaine had been to a lot of Abby's family events when he was younger, just because Amelia had brought him along, and these guys did not look familiar.

"Oh, no." The guy on the left replied, shaking his head slightly. He looked a bit taller than the guy on the right and was more tanned, his short black hair slightly spiked up with gel. "We're the guys who-"

"You aren't the ones who beat her up, are you?" Blaine interrupted angrily.

The taller guy flinched at the angry tone and the second guy, who was quite pale and freckly and had short curly reddish brown hair, placed a comforting hand on his back. "No, we're not." The second guy replied. "I'm Tim and this is Matt. Abby saved us; we owe her our lives really."

Blaine blinked in surprise and turned his gaze from the two men to look down at Abby. "What happened?" He asked softly. Abby's right leg was in a cast and she was sporting quite a bit of bruises. The biggest one he could see was on the left side of her face, covering up almost the entire side. It looked absolutely painful and Blaine's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of it.

"Tim and I were walking down this smaller street when these guys started yelling at us for holding hands." Matt spoke first, getting up as he did so to bring a chair next to the side of Abby's bed for Blaine who thanked him. "We're pretty sure they were a little bit drunk. The one guy pushed Tim...and I'm not normally a violent person – I hate violence - but if someone does anything to hurt Tim I'll do whatever I can to protect him. So I pushed the guy away and there was quite a lot of yelling and the next thing we know..." He looked down at Abby, his voice choking up a bit.

Tim took Matt's hand again and continued for him. "Abby shows up. This tall, pretty angel appears out of nowhere and starts yelling at them. The guys were only stunned for a few seconds though before they started yelling at her too. Matt didn't want her to get hurt so he tried to get between her and the guys but he wasn't fast enough at first. The one guy got her right on the face...that's where that huge bruise came from. It's somewhat hard to remember the rest. I know she managed to dial for the police at one point. They arrived surprisingly quick, but not quick enough. And...I think her broken leg was my fault, because I'm awfully clumsy and I think I tripped at one point and knocked her over and landed on her leg oddly. So I'm awfully sorry about that part."

Blaine had listened quietly as the two explained what had happened. Tears were sliding down his face and he reached out to carefully take Abby's hand in his. He wanted to find those guys who had done this and beat them up himself.

"That Olivia girl was here for a bit, but then she got this emergency work call or something. She wasn't going to leave but we told her we'd stay with Abby so she wouldn't have to be alone when she finally wakes up." Matt explained. "She didn't mention she'd call anyone else. Are you family?"

"No." Blaine shook his head. "I'm Abby's best friend. We've known each other since we were little. Olivia must have called me after leaving you guys. I came straight here." He watched as Abby continued to sleep. "When...when we were in ninth grade I got beat up really badly by a whole bunch of football players at school. I woke up in the hospital and Abby was right there in the room waiting for me to wake up. I want to be here for her when she wakes up now."

The three were quiet for a bit until Blaine remembered he had told Sam he would call him. Stepping outside the room, but keeping the door open, just in case Abby woke up, he called their apartment. After several rings he got the answering machine. Blaine hung up and tried Sam's cell phone then. There was still no answer. Confused, Blaine shrugged and hung up, going back into the room and shutting the door.

It seemed like only a few minutes later there was a knocking on the door and a nurse opened it. She was talking to someone else who she let into the room. It was Sam. The nurse left afterward, shutting the door behind her.

"Sam?" Blaine was surprised to see him.

"I told the nurse I was Nick." Sam chuckled softly. "Wasn't sure if I could get back here otherwise."

Blaine smiled lightly. "I tried calling you earlier." He informed his roommate.

"Oh?" Sam checked his pockets and looked up to give Blaine an 'oops?' face. "Must have left my cell back at the apartment. How's Abby doing?" He grabbed the last free chair and moved it so he could sit next to Blaine. Spotting the other two men in the room Sam gave them a confused look. "Who are these guys?"

Tim and Matt introduced themselves and explained what had happened. Blaine was continuing to keep an eye on Abby, who had not awakened yet. After Tim and Matt had finished, Sam properly introduced himself as well.

"After Blaine left the apartment I got up and left too...wanted to figure out which hospital he was at, because I didn't want him to sit alone in a waiting room if Abby wasn't awake." Sam explained to the other two men.

Blaine, who was just listening in, thought that was quite nice of Sam. He looked over at his roommate and smiled softly at him.

Before anyone could say anything else there was a slight coughing sound and groan from Abby. Blaine stood quickly and kept a soft grip on Abby's hand. "Abby? Please wake up. Everything's going to be okay; I'm here. You're safe now, Abbs." He was tearing up again, holding his breath to see if Abby's eyes would open.

"If..." Abby's voice was barely above a whisper, "if I do recall, I cried a river when you woke up in the hospital, Curly top. I'm going back to sleep."

"AH! No, don't do that!" Blaine laughed, squeezing her hand gently. Abby managed a weak giggle as she finally opened her eyes. "I'll cry you an ocean, how about that?"

"That'd be acceptable..." She replied, wincing as she tried to stretch her legs. "Ow, what the heck?" She looked down to see the cast on her leg. "Well...that's unfortunate. And there's something..." she paused to carefully reach up and pull her lower lip down. There were stitches on the inside. "Ew. Wondered what was inside my mouth."

"I'm sorry about your leg!" Tim stood up from his chair on the other side of the bed. "That was probably my fault. I tripped." He looked teary eyed as he watched her.

Abby's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Tim, Matt, and Sam in the room as well. "B! You let other people in here when I look dreadful!" She pouted up at Blaine playfully.

"You look gorgeous, Abbs, as always." Blaine laughed sadly. "The bruise just gives you an 'I'm tough' look...or something like that?"

"Ah well." Abby sighed. She looked back over at Tim and Matt. "Are you two okay?"

"We'll be fine." Matt replied quietly. "Just some bruises, really."

"We're just worried about you." Tim added. "You didn't have to fight for us, but you did and as much as we appreciate it we feel terrible that you had to get hurt in the process."

Abby smiled up at them both softly. "Don't worry. I'll get better fast, honestly. I just...I couldn't just walk by when I overheard the fighting." Her gaze turned to Blaine. "It made me think of..." Blaine nodded in understanding. "And I just had this thought, like, 'what if that was Blaine back there in that situation?' you know? So I had to do something. Did those guys get caught? I think I passed out right as the police arrived."

"They did." Tim replied.

"Good." Abby sniffed. "They were terrible." She looked back up at Blaine again. "Don't tell Nick about this until after his midterms are over. I know he'll be mad we didn't tell him sooner, but I don't want him to be distracted from his exams. Please, promise me, Blaine?"

Blaine did not want to, because he was pretty sure Nick would be quite angry about not being told as soon as possible, but he understood Abby's concerns. So he promised her he would not tell Nick anything until after the exams were over.

Abby made it another half hour before feeling sleepy again. The doctor came around to check on her and explain the extent of her injuries. The bruises were obviously going to take some time to go away, but Abby was not too worried about them. She could use makeup to make them less ugly. The stitches on the inside of her bottom lip were from her teeth cutting into it. She would just have to be careful about eating and talking for a while.

The worst blow was when the doctor told her about the broken leg. It was the only point in the conversation that Abby cried. The doctor explained that they would be able to fix it so she could still walk, but there was a very strong possibility she would have a limp for the rest of her life and it would probably be best if she did not wear high heels very often.

Abby had cried then and Blaine had held her hand tightly, crying silently himself, knowing why she was so upset. Besides her art, one of Abby's dreams was to be a model and walk runways. It would not work too well for her if she had a limp and could not wear heels.

After the doctor had left and Blaine had tried to calm her down a bit, Abby had eventually fallen back asleep. Shortly after that Olivia returned and begged Blaine to tell her everything. Tim and Matt had to leave, but gave Blaine both their numbers and wrote them down for Abby as well. They told Blaine to call them if anything came up and that they would be back to visit Abby as much as possible.

As the evening wore on Blaine did not want to leave, but Olivia told Blaine that, as he had classes the next day and she did not, she would stay with Abby over night.

"Abby will understand, Blaine." Olivia reassured him. "She knows the world outside doesn't stop just because she's stuck here in the hospital. Go get some rest. I'll call you if anything comes up."

Blaine still did not want to leave, but eventually he gave in when Sam told him that it really was getting late and that he should get some rest. Sam took his hand carefully and Blaine let himself be led from the room.

When they made it back to the apartment Blaine thanked Sam for showing up at the hospital. Sam just smiled sadly at him and went into the kitchen. Heading for his own room, Blaine shut the door quietly and collapsed onto his bed. Now that he was alone and there was no one or nothing to really distract him all he could think about was Abby lying there in that hospital bed and the fact that now, thanks to some homophobic drunks, Abby would never get to live out her dream as a runway model.

An hour and a half or so later Blaine still could not fall asleep. His thoughts would not turn off and he was feeling a little lonely. He did not like being alone when he was feeling sad. Hearing some sounds from the living room he got up and left his room. Maybe Sam would still be up. The television was on quietly to a random channel showing a movie, but Sam was not watching it. He had fallen asleep on the couch, stretched out on his side. Blaine quietly went over and turned the television off.

"I was watching that..." Sam spoke sleepily.

"Sure you were." Blaine laughed. "That's why you were lying there with your eyes closed."

"Nonsense." Sam mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. "It's late; shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

Blaine sighed, shrugging. "I couldn't sleep. My mind just won't shut down. I just keep thinking about Abby..."

Sam sat up and stretched his legs. "Come over here." He patted the spot on the couch next to him.

Going over to the couch, Blaine plopped down. Sam turned to face him and instructed him to turn as well. Once Blaine turned, Sam put his hands on Blaine's back and started massaging it gently. "I know this won't solve anything...but it may help you relax for a little bit."

"Oh..." Blaine sighed, relaxing as Sam worked at the muscles in his back. "Thanks...and why are you a music major again? You could totally do this for a living instead."

Behind him Sam's face reddened and he shrugged. "Because I love music and the thought of being able to share it with others. My aunt used to give people massages and she taught me a thing or two."

"Well, you're really good at this..." Blaine chuckled, leaning back against the pressure of Sam's hands. "It feels really nice...though it's making me sleepy."

"I knew it'd help relax you." Sam grinned. "Need help getting to bed?"

Blaine laughed, turning so he could flop down onto his back, stretching his legs out across Sam's lap. "No, I think I'm good right here."

"Aww, no fair!" Sam pouted. "I was here first."

"But now I'm here." Blaine grinned. "Guess you'll have to goooo...or," his grin faltered a bit and he looked a little sad, "you could just stay here too. I kind of don't want to be alone...that's why I left my room in the first place."

"Blaine..." Sam smiled sadly at him. "Hold on," he stood, "let me go get a blanket." He went off to his room and came back with a blanket. Turning the light off, he moved back over to the couch. There was just enough light coming in from the windows that they could see each other still a bit. "Scoot over." Blaine moved closer to the back of the couch and Sam sat back down, lying down next to him and putting the blanket over them both. "Now you won't be alone."

"Thanks, Sam." Blaine replied quietly, smiling a tiny bit in the dark. It did feel better having someone next to him. He felt more relaxed now and comfortable.

"Anytime, Blaine." Sam smiled, shifting closer a little bit. "Goodnight."

"Night..." Blaine mumbled back, already drifting off to sleep. His head moved to rest against Sam's shoulder.

It was storming and raining heavily when Blaine woke up in the morning. He was quite comfortable and warm though...and there was someone's arm around his waist. He opened his eyes quickly but then relaxed when he realized it was just Sam. Now that he was more awake he remembered the events of the day before and how Sam had helped him fall asleep that night. Hopefully he would have time after classes to go and visit Abby. Before classes though...he had to figure out how to get up without waking Sam, which would be difficult considering Sam was facing him and had his arm resting heavily across his waist. Blaine tried to move upwards and wiggle out of Sam's arm. It was not working very well and that was when he realized he had another problem to deal with.

"Oh god." Blaine felt his face redden and prayed to god Sam would not wake up right that moment. He tried to think of a bazillion non-sexy thoughts, meanwhile cursing himself for thinking it was a good idea to fall asleep next to his friend who just happened to be quite attractive and awesome. Luckily he was soon able to get rid of his situation – dead animals and broken pianos were definitely not a turn on - but he still had to figure out how to get off the couch.

Eventually he just gave up and decided to wake his roommate. "Sammmmm." He shook Sam's shoulder gently. "Sammmy."

Sam groaned and shook his head, deciding it was a good idea to bury his face in Blaine's shoulder. "Too early...still sleepy." He mumbled.

"I have to get to class." Blaine informed him, poking him in the side.

Sam jumped and squeaked. "You poked me!"

"I know." Blaine laughed. "Next time I'll push you off the couch."

"No you wouldn't." Sam laughed, trying to cuddle closer.

Blaine grinned. "Really?" And with that he tried to push Sam off the couch. Unfortunately for him, Sam kept a grip on him and pulled him over the side to the floor with him. Blaine shouted in surprise and laughed after they had hit the floor. "You suck."

"Actually..." Sam started.

"Oh god." Blaine laughed, pulling a pillow off the couch and smacking Sam in the face with it. "Don't even finish that sentence. I'm getting up. You have fun here...well, not too much fun." He winked and, laughing, stood and went off to his room to find some clothing to change into for the day. He really needed to get a good raincoat or a new umbrella. His old umbrella was falling apart and he really needed something today, considering it was pouring out.

"You're really going out in that?" Sam appeared in his doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

"Well I do have classes." Blaine replied. Sam's hair was all messy from sleeping and Blaine was trying not to think about it too much, because there was just no way he was attracted to his roommate. No way.

A heavy clap of thunder sounded outside, lightning lighting up the room, causing both Blaine and Sam to jump. "It's scary out there..." Sam spoke quietly.

The rain was seemingly getting worse and Blaine was really starting to not fancy going out at all. He had never missed a class yet, so maybe it would not be too bad if he just missed one day. It was a tough decision.

"We can watch movies all day." Sam suggested. Which sounded like a good idea, but there was suddenly another clap of thunder and the lights all went out. "Um...or we could just play music and read with flashlights?"

Blaine bit his lip, sighing. "Sure, why not." He would have felt bad about leaving Sam here in the dark all day alone anyway. "Let me change real quickly."

After they had both changed they hung out in the living room. Blaine grabbed his guitar and they played songs and sang for most of the day.

*~*~*~*~*~~***~*~*~*~

The third major thing to happen to Blaine that year happened a month after Abby's stay at the hospital. It led to Blaine doing something he would later regret, something that almost cost him his friendship with Sam.

After Nick's exams they had finally written to him about Abby's injuries and the fight. Nick had indeed been quite hurt they had not told him sooner and he had flown home for a week to visit, but in the end things had been okay between him and Abby so when he went back to France there were no more hard feelings.

Abby indeed had a limp now, but she had stopped feeling sorry for herself. She was throwing all her energy into her art and even making pottery sets for people. The neighbor in the apartment next to hers had even paid her quite a bit of money to make a fancy tea set as a birthday gift for her daughter. Ever since then Abby had been getting calls from people for various pottery pieces and she loved it.

Blaine had decided that to be on the safe side he would never make the mistake of sleeping next to Sam again. On occasion while watching a movie together they would fall asleep on the same couch, but eventually Blaine would always wake up and move to his room. It was not that he was scared of being attracted to Sam, because the more he thought about it the more he knew he kind of did have a little crush on him; he just did not want to get involved with his roommate. They lived well together and he did not want there to be any awkward situations if they should happen to date then break up. So any thoughts of being involved with Sam Blaine put out of his mind. Sometimes he would catch Sam watching him and it had him wondering if Sam just so happened to like him too.

The day Blaine got the phone call he had just gotten home from a tiring day of student teaching – why did middle school kids have to be so difficult? – and he was looking forward to just taking a shower and going to bed.

Sam was just walking in the door when the phone rang and Blaine answered it. He waved hello to Sam as he heard the person talking on the other end of the line. It was the police. More importantly: police from Ohio.

"Is this Blaine Anderson?"

"Yes..." Blaine replied, wondering why police from Ohio would be calling him. "Is everything alright?" Had something happened to his parents?

"I understand you're in New York right now, but we have new information pertaining to your parents' double suicide case. I could tell you everything over the phone or if you'd like to fly out here instead we could tell you everything in person."

"Wait..." Blaine's mind was stuck and his heart was hammering in his chest, "suicide? Who?" He looked over and saw Sam had stopped in the entranceway to the kitchen and was watching him with a concerned look. He did not look away, feeling slightly comforted by the fact that he was not alone right now. "Did you say my parents? My parents are fine...you don't mean my real parents, do you?"

"Er, that's right, Mr. Anderson. Sorry," the officer apologized, "I should have been clearer. I meant your real parents' case. So...judging by the year and your current age that would have been when you were about two."

"Correct." Blaine replied. "But I don't understand...I was told they were killed in a car accident."

The police officer was silent for a second before speaking again. "Well, I feel bad being the one to have to tell you this but they were not killed in a car accident. And up until a week ago the case had been closed off as a double suicide, but now we've been told that a man by the name of Lars Michaels, a known murderer and thief, confessed to the murders of your real parents, Henry and Luanne Roswell, along with a few other murders that had, until now, been unsolved."

Blaine slumped against the wall, slightly shocked into silence. He had never even known the names of his parents and apparently now not even the real cause of their deaths. Had the Andersons been informed about the double suicide before they had adopted him? Why had no one even told him about that? Now he had to find out about everything from a police officer over the phone.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Why?" Blaine asked, his voice slightly choked up. "Did he say why he did it?"

"From what we could get out of him it was mainly money. The Roswell's were very well off and I'm sure that made them a good target for Mr. Michaels."

So Blaine had had to go through life never knowing his real parents because some guy just wanted to kill them for their money. The thought absolutely angered him.

His conversation with the police officer continued for a bit longer before Blaine could finally hang up. He had asked the officer if it would be possible for him to get any information on any of his parents' relatives so he could try and contact them. Maybe he could finally find out why none of his real family members had wanted him, landing him in an orphanage for four years. The officer had told him he would do what he could.

After hanging up, Blaine stood there for a bit, trying to calm himself down. God knew he loved his parents, the Andersons – even his father, despite the fact that they did not get along - but could Blaine really be blamed for wanting to know his real parents? To have had a somewhat normal childhood free of the thoughts of his parents' death along with the knowledge that none of his other family members had wanted him.

"Blaine?" Sam was still standing around the entranceway of the kitchen, watching him.

Blaine looked up from the floor and bit his lip. "Sorry, Sam. I'm going to go out for a bit, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Sam looked concerned. "I'm here for you if you need someone to talk to...was it about your real parents?"

"I just need some fresh air." Blaine snapped. Immediately he sent Sam a guilty look. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap...I'm just going to go." He grabbed his jacket and went to walk around Sam.

Sam reached out and grabbed his arm gently, halting his progress for a second. "Blaine, be careful, okay? I really care about you...and I don't want you to get hurt."

Blaine kept his gaze focused in front of him, not wanting to look at Sam. There was a part of him that was not angry, a part that just wanted to cling to someone for comfort and cry because it was not fair he had to deal with this, but Blaine was going with the first part. He was going to just be angry for a little bit and go out for a walk. "I'll be careful." He shrugged his arm out of Sam's grasp and went to leave, shutting the door a bit more forcefully than intended. It was not nice of him to be mean to Sam after all that. When he got back he would apologize.

At least...that was his intention. After a half hour of walking Blaine did not know where to go and he ended up at the bar he would go to on occasion with a few friends. Normally Blaine did not drink a lot – he had found out once how bad he could get if he drank too much and did not really want to repeat the experience - so he figured he would just get one drink and people watch for a bit.

After sitting down for a couple of minutes though he was approached by a taller fellow who did not say a word at first, but just slid right into the open seat across from him.

"At the risk of sounding terribly clich�...I've never seen you here before, do you come here often?" The man asked, grinning as he set his drink down on the table top.

Blaine could not help laughing at the line. "Terribly clich�, but for the sake of not letting you hang...no, I don't, only on a rare occasion."

The guy laughed too. "Thanks for not letting me hang. I'm Kevin."

"Blaine." Blaine replied, taking a sip of his drink. He could not help but take a quick second to eye up his new acquaintance. Kevin was definitely not bad looking. He was dressed casually, his black shirt showing off his toned arms nicely. His hair was short and styled, a nice light brownish color, and his eyes were a dark brown. After his quick second look over Blaine's eyes caught Kevin's and he realized Kevin was watching him quite intently. It sent a soft shiver down Blaine's spine.

"Well, Blaine." Kevin smiled, leaning slightly closer over the table top. "After you finish that drink can I buy you one?"

"Oh," Blaine's face reddened a tiny bit, "I don't normally drink more than one, but I appreciate the offer. Alcohol and I don't mix too well."

Kevin laughed and waved his hand dismissively. "Nonsense. It's Friday night. Have fun a little. I promise I won't let you go too crazy and dance on table tops."

"Is that a Katy Perry song reference?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows rose in question.

"Why it just might be." Kevin winked.

Blaine laughed, shaking his head and finishing off his drink. "Alright, but if I hear from anyone that they saw me dancing on table tops you'll never be thanking anyone ever again it's a Friday." Kevin laughed at that and stood, going to get them both another drink.

As the night wore on Blaine lost count of how many drinks he had. At one point his phone started vibrating in his jacket pocket and he pulled it out to see Sam was calling him.

"Who's that?" Kevin asked. He had moved from across the table to right next to Blaine, sitting so close they were pressed up against one another.

"It's Sam, my roomie." Blaine replied, giggling as Kevin traced a finger down the side of his arm. "I think he just wants to check on me...see how I'm doing. Guess I should answer, huh?"

Kevin pulled the phone out of Blaine's grasp and put it back into Blaine's jacket pocket. "I'm sure he knows you're alright." He placed his palm against Blaine's cheek, turning Blaine's face towards his own and leaning in to kiss him softly.

Blaine decided that kissing was a much better plan than answering his stupid phone. He leaned closer, tilting his head back and moaning softly as Kevin's lips moved to his neck.

"It's pretty late and someone has had an awfully lot to drink." Kevin mumbled against the base of Blaine's throat. "I'm thinking it's about time for you to get home..."

"I...oh," Blaine clung tighter to Kevin's waist as he felt teeth nipping at his neck, "I think I'm perfectly fine. No need to leave just yet, besides I don't think I can walk right now." He giggled.

"No worries, baby." Kevin grinned, his hand sliding lazily down Blaine's side. "I'll help you home."

Eventually Blaine gave in and let Kevin lead the way out of the bar. He did his best to direct the way back to his apartment, once getting there barely even able to remember the walk back. Their walk down the hallway took a while, considering every few steps or so Kevin had him pressed up against the wall to kiss him. They finally made it to Blaine's apartment and Blaine dug his keys out of his pocket. Kevin had his arms around Blaine's waist, whispering things in his ear and making him giggle as he got the door unlocked.

As Blaine stepped first inside though the first thing he heard was an angry Sam. "Blaine! Where the hell have you been? It's almost 2a.m. and I've called you like 50-"

"Oooh, is this your roomie?" Kevin followed in behind Blaine. "Now isn't he a cutie." Blaine giggled and turned to shut the door behind Kevin.

"Who's this?" Sam asked, looking confused and a bit hurt.

"This is Kevin!" Blaine replied, giggling. "He's fun."

"Blaine, are you drunk?" Sam asked angrily.

"Noooo!" Blaine laughed, waving a finger at him. "What makes you say that? You know how much I hate getting drunk. Kevin said he'd make sure I didn't dance on any table tops." Blaine grinned. "You know...like the song!" He proceeded to sing then, slipping his arm around Kevin's waist. Kevin looked quite amused and joined in.

"Blaine, shut up!" Sam yelled, looking quite furious. Blaine stopped singing, pouting at him. "I've stayed up all fucking night long worrying about you, because you wouldn't answer any of my calls, and now you get home drunk, dragging some stranger along."

"He's not a stranger." Blaine protested, Kevin nodding beside him. "He's Kevin."

"I don't care who the hell he is!" Sam snapped. "This isn't like you, Blaine. You should've just stayed and talked to me earlier. I could have...I could have helped you feel better or whatever you wanted."

Blaine was confused. His mind was not working properly and he just could not understand why Sam was yelling at him. "But I do feel better now, Sammy. I just needed a little...time out. I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry about me."

"You're impossible." Sam replied angrily, tears sliding down his face. "I do worry about you, Blaine. I worry about you a lot, especially when you're upset, because I like you. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone before and right now I'm worried that you're making a big mistake."

Sam was crying. Blaine did not like that. It made him sad too. "I'm fine, Sam, don't cry. I like you lots too and hate seeing you cry. Kevin and I are just hanging out and having fun. No worries." He moved closer and reached up to gently wipe the tears away from Sam's face. "We'll talk tomorrow, how about that?"

"Just stop it!" Sam angrily brushed Blaine's hand away. "I can't talk to you while you're drunk like this, Blaine. Have fun with Kevin; I'm going to go over to Abby's." He stormed off, slamming the apartment door behind him.

"Someone was in a baaad mood." Kevin spoke up. Blaine was watching the door, wondering when Sam was going to walk back in. A minute or so later there was still no Sam. "Looks like he's not coming back tonight..."

"I guess not..."Blaine replied, pouting.

Kevin moved closer, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. "Means just you and me." He leaned in to kiss Blaine lightly on the lips.

Blaine responded hungrily to the kiss, reaching up to cup Kevin's face softly in his hands. "Sounds good to me." He replied, leaning in to kiss Kevin again.

*~*~*~**~*~~*~*~*~*~

The bathroom had never felt so far away as it did by the time Blaine woke up. His stomach was not happy with him and his throat burned by the time he was done throwing up. Getting up off the floor hurt more than he had thought it would. Why did he hurt so much? After he brushed his teeth he went for a glass of water and some aspirin. The apartment was oddly quiet. It was not until he tried to sit on the couch that he realized just how badly he hurt, and in places he did not normally hurt.

Realizing that had his brain waking up a little. Kevin. That was right. He had not gotten home alone. He had woken up alone though. Blaine made his way back to his bedroom and looked inside. Yep, definitely no one else there. He started to hyperventilate a little as he caught sight of something sitting on his night stand. Going over he saw it was a note. Babe, it was nice getting to know you. ;) Call me! – Kevin. There was a number scribbled at the bottom of the note.

"Oh my god..." Blaine exclaimed out loud as he realized just exactly what had happened last night. This time he managed to make it to the bathroom a lot faster.

After his second bathroom trip, Blaine raced to the phone and called up Abby. He could barely remember half of the past night, but he did remember Sam was awfully mad about something – probably the fact that Blaine had never called him and had showed up again drunk – and had left for Abby's.

"Hello?"

"Abby! Is Sam there?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah." Abby replied. "But he's been awfully upset, Blaine. What happened last night? Sam said you left after a call about your real parents and then showed up around 2a.m. drunk with some random guy."

"Oh god." Blaine was trying not to hyperventilate again, but it was hard. "Abby...I did something terrible. Please please please tell Sam I need to talk to him. I have to apologize and...oh god, Abby." He started crying.

"Blaine...Blaine? Are you okay?" Abby was starting to sound a little panicked. "What happened? Sam just left so I guess he's heading your way. Do you want to stay on the phone with me until he gets there?"

"Yes." Blaine sobbed, nodding even though Abby could not see. While they waited for Sam to arrive back at the apartment, Blaine did his best to explain what had happened with his real parents. The stuff later that had happened at the bar he could barely remember and he could not remember the sex at all, but he knew it had happened. He was not uneducated when it came to sex, even if he had never experienced it before, and he knew about being sore afterward.

It was not long before Blaine heard keys at the lock and he told Abby Sam was back. They hung up right as Sam was opening the door and walking in. Blaine was already there, moving quickly, hugging Sam tightly and sobbing. "I'm sorry, Sam! I was terrible last night and you didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry!"

Sam hugged him back tightly, pulling Blaine over to sit on the couch. Blaine tried not to wince as he sat down again. "It's okay, Blaine. I was just worried because I hadn't heard from you at all. I shouldn't have yelled at you either. Are you okay though? Abby looked a little panicky. Where's Kevin?"

At the sound of Kevin's name Blaine started crying all over again. "It's all my fault. I should have just stayed here and talked to you..."

"Blaine? Ssh, ssh, it's okay." Sam held him, rocking gently. "I'm here. What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Blaine pressed his face against Sam's shoulder and tried to stop crying long enough to answer his question. "I...I didn't think. I was drunk. You know how I hate getting drunk. I can't...I can't remember much of anything from last night, but...I know what we did." A loud sob escaped and his shook his head. "I feel like such an idiot."

"Blaine, you..." Sam bit his lip, rubbing Blaine's back soothingly.

"Abby was my first kiss, you know." Blaine went on before Sam could say anything more. "But my first kiss with a guy happened to be when I was drunk and it didn't mean a fucking thing. Not only that...he was my first and that didn't mean a thing either. I can't even remember it. I've been waiting for the right person, for everything to feel right and be meaningful, and I ruin it all in one drunken night."

"I'm so sorry, Blaine." Sam whispered.

Blaine shook his head, gripping Sam's arm tightly. "It's not your fault. I was just really stupid. You were right last night...I was making a mistake."

Sam did not respond at first; after a minute or two though he spoke tentatively. "I feel like it's partly my fault, because I left when I should have stayed and kicked Kevin out so I could watch over you instead. You remembered what I said about you making a mistake...do you remember anything else I told you last night?"

"Um...barely?" Blaine responded quietly. "I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. What else did you tell me?"

"Nothing..." Sam replied, shaking his head. "It was nothing, just me telling you what an idiot you were being."

Sam did not sound very convincing though. Blaine looked up at him and tried to figure out what Sam was not saying. "Are you sure? Because I already know I'm an idiot. Last night I was just...double the idiot."

Sam laughed and ruffled his hair fondly. "More like...triple, but sadly you've learned your lesson. Come on, how about we get ice cream and spend the whole day watching movies." He let go of Blaine and stood to go into the kitchen, leaving a very unconvinced Blaine to stay behind sitting on the couch.