So, I guess this is where the new kid introduces himself
I’m Sam…
And I don’t like green eggs and ham.
I guess I’m just your regular dude. I like comic books, sports, definitely a big music fan - mostly country, though. But I guess I’m kinda getting into some new stuff after moving to a different state.
Any question or whatever, I guess just ask?
Time to Relax || Sambastian
Sebastian had decided that maybe fresh air would do his crappy mood some good, so he gathered the pups and headed off to Central Park. Since Blaine had left, Derek had also taken off and so had Kurt. Sebastian was slowly starting to lose his cool and after Sam’s accident and failing his Algebra course, Sebastian didn’t want to over load his husband with his petty issues.
He and the pups walked until Sebastian’s nose was red and Stony had given up and laid down in the middle the sidewalk. Sebastian picked him up and let Spock lead the way home. Sighing, they made their way back up to the apartment, unlocking the door. “Sammy?” he said. “We’re back.”
Where's my totem?
You know, like Leonardo DiCaprio’s spinning top? Clearly I’m stuck in somebody else’s dream and I’ve been pumped with way too much somnacin. And you guys are definitely the projections gone angry. But the dream won’t collapse. Can it collapse now, please? I’d like my equivalent of a tearful reunion with my children at LAX.
