Epilogue

The three most meaningful words thinkable had been spoken, and the quietness that had filled the room shifted slowly into a much warmer one. Not suffocating, not awkward, not uncomfortable, but one filled with the sweet, simmering scent of realization.

And slight confusion.

"Wait, what?" Sam asked, shocked, eyes quickly blinking. "In what kind of way?"

"Yeah," Puck added to his friend's words, "and who was that to? Who do you love?"

The colour had drained from Blaine's face. He had unwittingly said the words in a momentum of emotions; an impulse. But now he had to explain himself. He had to come clean. He swallowed, first stammering a little before he grabbed what was left of him together. Taking a deep breath, Blaine started to explain.

"I'm in love with the both of you," he revised himself, "I don't know how. I really don't, but I do. I…"

"Wait, you're in love with us?" Puck interrupted, astonished.

Blaine's face's fell while he realized that he could've talked himself out of it, but had failed miserably. "I…I…" he stuttered.

Suddenly Sam sucked in a loud breath, gasping when it hit him. "Oh, God…" he exclaimed before his voice turned quieter, "oh, God…oh, God…oh, God." There really wasn't any difference in his feelings for his friends and for Quinn or Mercedes. He was in love. He was bisexual.

"What?!" Puck exclaimed, "you too?!"

Blaine lit up. "Samuel? You feel the same way? Also for me and Noah?"

When Sam nodded speechlessly, Puck realized that both his friends were in love with him and with each other. An exciting sensation seemed to explode inside his chest, and with every beating of his heart; the blissful warmth was pumped through his veins and spread throughout his body.

His eyes widened. He had never felt something like this before. Never. Was it…? "Oh, for fuck's sake."

Two sets of pupils had now directed their attention to him, but they didn't have to ask anything. Noah's expression said enough.

"Oh, God, the dream! It wasn't about my dad!" he exclaimed, "I was hiding in a closet!" His hands were hopelessly held out in front of him.

Sam dropped himself backwards on the bed and Blaine grinned foolishly.

"So you guys do feel the same way?" he asked excitedly, faithful to the last.

Both Sam and Puck stayed quiet, their minds busy processing the new information. They loved each other. This was huge. How? How could they have fallen in love with two guys? The fact that they had feelings for another male was shocking enough on its own, but two?!

"Well…it does make sense…I guess…" Sam spoke softly. He sat back up again, now looking awkwardly around him. "I've been feeling stuff for a while now, but I just thought it was because you guys are my best friends…"

"Dude, I thought I didn't do love. How the hell was I supposed to know that this…" Puck motioned in between them with his hands, "…was it?" His eyes widened again. "Jesus, I've been denying it…"

Blaine rubbed his face. "Okay, okay…this is a lot to take in all at once. Let's take a moment to settle down," he offered.

"To settle down?!" Sam exclaimed, "dude, this is…this is amazing."

"Amazing?" Blaine asked. Sure, he found that, but he didn't think Sam would already have come to terms with it.

The blond was a bit more simplistic and accepting than he had known, though.

"I think I'm going to be sick…" Puck muttered, grabbing his stomach.

"…That could also be the hangover," Blaine reminded him sternly, kind of offended.

"Oh…yeah…." Noah stared at his friend, both helplessly and innocently, "…So…what now?"

A shout sounded from downstairs and Sam spoke up when he had looked away from the door.

"Dinner, I guess."

Author's Note: That was officially it for Black! Finally, I may put this story as 'Complete'. Thank you for reading and reviewing it! :3