Aren't Any Words: Someone else finds out about Blaine's past, but is it a bad thing?

Quick drabble, hope you enjoy!

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Blaine jumped as his arm was grabbed and he was tugged into an empty classroom. He spun around, ready to fight, when he saw he wasn't about to be attacked by jocks.

"Sam," He gasped, taking a step back in his relief, "Jesus, you scared me."

"Sorry," Sam said awkwardly, biting his lip. He was looking Blaine up and down, a troubled look on his face.

When he said nothing else Blaine raised an eyebrow. Sam had been acting weird all day, avoiding looking at Blaine, not talking to him. Blaine had worried he was mad at him for something, and now here they stood. "Is there a reason you kidnapped me, Sam?"

The teen quickly snapped back to attention, "Oh, yeah, right." Blaine felt a little nervous as Sam made no joke about the kidnapping comment but just shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Listen, Blaine, I-" Sam cut himself off, clearly unsure of how to go about what he was trying to get out, "What I want to say is-" Another pause. "I just—I-"

"Spit it out, Sam!" Blaine laughed, but the laugh sounded a little desperate. Sam was flustered, worried looking, Blaine didn't like seeing his friends that way.

"I know." Sam finally said, looking Blaine deep in the eyes.

Blaine paused, waiting for more, but Sam said nothing. "Know…what?"

"Blaine," Sam stepped forward, "I know."

A thousand scenarios popped into Blaine's head about what he could be referring to. In the deepest, most panicked part of his mind he was sure he already knew, but hewasn't going to be the one to say it out loud.

"Sam, you're really gonna have to help me out here." Blaine said, letting out a slightly panicked laugh.

"Blaine…" Blaine titled his head to the side, about to let out an exasperated 'What?' but Sam spoke first, "…Blaine Montgomery."

The stopped Blaine dead. All breath left him. His chest felt like it as on fire. His hands began to shake.

Sam took a step forward, clearly panicked by Blaine's reaction, but Blaine took a violent step back, slamming hard into a desk he hadn't realized was there.

"Blaine-" Sam started to say, eyes wide.

"How—what-how did you-" Blaine shook his head, trying to swallow down the panic.

No one was supposed to know. No one was supposed to know!

"I—I was doing a paper for Law and Government about famous sex crimes and the John Montgomery case popped up and I just—" Sam swallowed hard, "I found out his son's name was Blaine and he…John looks like you-"

"I look nothing like him!" Blaine snarled before he could stop himself. He clapped his hand over his mouth as he realized if he hadn't confirmed Sam's suspicions with his previous reaction he pretty much did now. "I—I-"

"Blaine." Sam said quietly, "I—I'm sorry-"

"Why are you telling me this?" Blaine asked, "Why couldn't you have just—just pretended you didn't know?"

"Because I-" Sam's words died on his lips. His eyes were glassy with tears and regret. "I don't—" He swallowed hard, "Thinking about the fight we got in-"

"I thought we already made up for that. We both apologized." Blaine whispered, running his fist under his nose.

"I know but—had I known-"

"You didn't."

"Yeah, but I still-"

"Please just drop it, Sam."

"Blaine, I-"

"Sam." The once-homeless boy's jaw snapped shut, blinking at Blaine. "It was a long time ago that that happened, alright? I—I'm finally moving on. Kurt and I were only just able to—to-you know."

"Does Kurt know?"

"No. And he's not going to." Blaine's eyes flash and Sam held his hands up in defense.

"I won't tell, I promise. I just—I was just wondering-"

"Well he doesn't know." Blaine whispered, sitting on the edge of a desk, taking a deep breath.

Sam bit his lip, stepping forward.

"I…I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm sorry I brought it up…I—I just-"

"It's ok, Sam." Blaine whispered, blinking up at the blond boy with a soft smile. "Heck, it's kind of a comfort to have someone else baring the cross with me." Blaine's smile dropped as he glanced down to his hands, "Though I wish you didn't have to."

"I'm happy to." Sam said immediately, sitting beside Blaine quickly. "I may have found out on accident but—but I—I'm…here…if you need me. Ok?"

Blaine smiled softly, "Thanks, Sam." Blaine blinked away his own tears only to see Sam had some of his own streaming down his face. "Aw, c'mon Sam. Don't cry." Blaine laughed awkwardly, sniffling.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered. "I just…I don't know what else to say…"

"Don't say anything, then." Blaine whispered, looking blankly across the room. "Sometimes there aren't any words."

Neither boy said anything else. Sam placed his arm around Blaine's shoulder and the smaller teen leaned into him. They just sat there together for a moment, not needing to say anything else. Because sometime there weren't any words.