Left Behind || Sam, Scott & Blaine
The grip on his bat tightened as he took another tentative step towards the end cap of the aisle he was in. Sam always prepared himself for any type of creature he would have to protect himself from so his bat was now raised as if he were about to take a swing. He strained himself, trying to hear any type of movements from anything. The only sound was the blood pumping in his ears and soft footsteps placing themselves closer to where he stood. He found himself looking directly at a clone of himself, his grip loosened and his arm fell limp beside him. The slightly crazed look on what seemed to be his brotherâs face made his eyebrows draw together in confusion. âScotty?â He listened to his brotherâs words and they only confused him further. Blaine? Hallucinating? Again? Had so much really happened during this period of time? The sight of Blaine made him smile and he hugged his old friend back. âIâm glad youâre both seem in good shape.â He nodded to Blaine as he slipped away from them and continued searching the store. âSo, uh whatâs all this about hallucinating?â He hadnât seen his twin in what seemed like forever, and he wanted to be happy and give him a hug, but it just didnât seem right, clearly his brother had something happen to him.
He put his hand out slowly not wanting to do anything that might trigger anything and grabbed his brotherâs arm. A smile broke out on his confused face. âHey man Iâm really glad to see you, but whatâs been going on? Have you seen any of the others? Are they okay?â Samâs questions were coming out a little to fast for himself to stop them, and he almost felt bad, for doing this but he had to. He definitely couldnât tell Scott about their family, it just wasnât right not after what he and Blaine had just said -whatever it was. âI -uh- I thought you were dead.â His face dropped and his eyes sort of searched the floor. He lost everything and surely he wasnât expecting to find Scott here or anyone else for that matter. He had finally found a way to detach himself from everyone he knew, everyone he thought heâd never see again. Now his brother stood before him, and something was wrong, whatever it was, he couldnât help that feeling happy but almost guilty that he might have to deliver bad news, it wasnât right. Not knowing who was alive and where anyone was, had really taken a toll on Sam, heâd been on his own with his own mind going crazy, but heâd never actually gone as far as hallucinating. Maybe coming to this place was fate or whatever people called it, maybe this was good.
Scott stood in place, motionless, still trying to process what was happening. It had been one thing to find the inner courage to call out for Blaine when he thought his delusions were back, even after everything he went through to overcome them, but this was... just so unexpected it froze him. Of course, it wasn't a bad thing, but it was like he hadn't accepted it as being true yet. Part of him knew he couldn't stay like this forever, but Sam beat him to the punch by taking hold of his arm. He instinctively wrapped his own arms around his brother, pulling him into a hug. This felt real, he reminded himself, but this time... it really was.
"It's... a really long story Sammy..." he found himself saying, after a moment. "I'm glad to see you, though, you have no idea... I had⌠well letâs just say I wasnât expecting to bump into you anytime soon.â With those words, he pulled back from the hug, a smile appearing on his lips. A real, genuine one, probably the most heâd ever smiled since the beginning of this entire mess. He paused for a minute, considering what he should tell his brother. It was more than obvious the other boy had questions and wouldnât â understandably so â stop asking until heâd gotten some answers.
âWell⌠when this all started, it was rather rough for me. I⌠didnât notice anything was amiss at first. I was just hanging out with Luke⌠we went over to his house and well⌠his parents had already gotten infected. They turned him pretty much instantly, and I ran. Making it back to safety was the easy part. I was alone, and rather inexperienced when it came to zombies, obviously.â He paused, obviously embarrassed by the tale he was telling. âThen⌠suddenly, I started seeing you. Except⌠as it was later pointed out to me, you werenât actually there. It seemed⌠my brain conjured up some⌠version of you for support. It⌠took a while and certain circumstances to snap me out of it.â Thatâs as much details as Sam would get, there was absolutely no way heâd start mentioning how close he got to Kurt, especially not with Blaine nearby. Despite the fact that he and the shorter boy had patched up their differences, it still wasnât a really smart idea to make him recall this entire episode.
âSo when I saw you again⌠I just⌠assumed⌠well youâve got to understand, it was pretty hard on me. This⌠fake Sam told me heâd gone home to find⌠nothing good, so I never went back to check. By the time I realized what was really going on⌠it was too late for that. I havenât heard from any family member since⌠since I left the house that morning.â The former blond felt incredibly guilty about that too, were it not for his hallucinations, he would have probably went back to check on his familyâŚ
Not missing a beat, he quickly shifted to happier news. âI got lucky though⌠I reunited with⌠most of the Glee club and their siblings actually⌠thereâsâŚâ He started counting on his fingers to make sure he wasnât missing anyone. âThe Lopezes, the Berries, Quinn, Brittany, Mike, Kurt, Blaine â obviously â Jesse St James, others too⌠I⌠weâre okay, for the most part, weâre managing. Still⌠not always getting along, but you know⌠some things never change.â
He paused for a moment. âYou should join us. I mean, unless⌠thereâs somewhere else youâd rather be? One thingâs for sure⌠Iâm not leaving you alone againâŚâ
