Yes or no - Book 4 - S.E.

New New York

A/N: We're in New York now, yay! Also, we are having a slight change of P.O.V. for the next chapters, I hope you don't mind!

Blaine sighed as he walked into the apartment only to find Sam entranced with yet another one of his video games — again. Now, don't be mistaken, Blaine Anderson still loved Sam Evans. He was his best buddy after all and the two had made a lot of memories in their time together in high school, but ever since they moved to New York, Sam wasn't quite really acting as his usual cheerful chirpy self and Blaine didn't like it at all. He wasn't sure what it was — Sam's modelling career that hadn't quite taken off yet, or if he still hadn't gotten used to the speed of New York or if he was still missing Emily after all those months apart — but it had to stop.

"Bro, just completed Aqua Park and Millennium Mines." Sam told him, snapping Blaine out of his thoughts as he closed the door of the apartment behind him and placed his bag on the chair nearby. "Now I'm ruling Karts and Coasters. RollerCoaster Tycoon. It-it's amazing."

"Sam, you've been sitting there since I left this morning." The boy pointed out and Sam barely acknowledged him. "You've basically been in that exact same spot for months."

"Yeah, well, Kurt's fancy wire chairs hurt my back, so this thing's the only thing that's comfortable." Sam shrugged as Blaine sighed, approaching his friend carefully.

"Look... Hum, Kurt and I were talking. And, hum, we just..."

"You want me to move out." Sam interrupted his best friend with a frown as he paused his game to glare at him. "I knew it. You know what? Santana got to stay here forever."

"We don't want you to move, per se, although it isn't the worst idea I've ever heard." Blaine tried to explain himself. "We're just, we're worried about you, man. We know that work has been slow..."

"Try nonexistent, okay?" Sam sighed, angrily. "I've had zero modeling auditions. Zero. I can't even get my agent on the phone. I just get her lazy assistant Pam who's like well, maybe I should cut my hair because I look like a dirty hippie."

"Well, maybe you should." Blaine shrugged.

"But I like it." Sam protested. "Emily likes it."

"Does she?" He asked, all too aware of Emily's dislike for her boyfriend's latest choice of hair style but unable to tell him so, knowing how proud of himself he was for rocking the vintage old rock star look so well. Sam glared at Blaine then.

"Okay, besides Mr. Shue said that we shouldn't care what people think." Sam continued with his argument, as Blaine moved to sit down on the armchair beside the sofa Sam was in. "We should just be ourselves. What a load of crap, huh?"

"Well, Mr. Shue also said we should face our fears. Remember that one?" Blaine asked. "So... Buddy, I know this is frustrating..."

"Maybe I just shouldn't even be here, okay?" Sam yelled out, clearly having held back that rant for a while now. "I hate New York, okay? It's crowded, it's loud, it smells like garbage and everybody here is basically paid to be rude to you. Sometimes, it's just easier if you stay inside. Maybe I should have just gone to Kentucky with Emily. Stay with my folks for a bit, find a minimum-wage job, stay there like the loser I am forever. Or until Em is done with college so she could come and rescue me."

"All right." Blaine shook his head, a new found determination to help his friend shining in his eyes as he stood back up. "Get up. Get up. I don't want to watch you waste away in here when there is so much to do out there. Put on a clean shirt. That's got, like, five kinds of stains on it. Come on, follow me. We're going outside."

After throwing a clean — well, cleaner — shirt at Sam, Blaine sighed when he noticed Sam hadn't moved yet.

"Come on!"