Dear Sammy

by OzzyTheNinja

After the attack at his old school, Blaine transfers to McKinley High an anxious mess, afraid to show his sexuality and not knowing if he'll ever fully recover. That is, until a boy named Sam Evans befriends him and shows him it's not necessary to be so afraid. Two and a half years later, Blaine decides he has to tell Sam how he feels about him, despite the consequences. BLAM!

1. Prologue

Prologue

Blaine had been sitting there staring at the blank piece of paper for so long that he started to drive himself mad with the continuous tapping of his pencil on the desk. He gave a frustrated sigh and slammed the pencil down.

What on Earth was he supposed to say? It's not like he had ever confessed his love for someone in a letter before, and even now he was reluctant to start. It was better than the alternative, he supposed- he could never tell Sam this in person. Blaine couldn't stand to think of a possible bad reaction, such as his best friend looking at him like he was grossed out, or saying he didn't want to be friends anymore… No, Blaine couldn't stand the idea of facing that, so he decided on this cheesy and cowardly move of writing a letter so that he could tell Sam a quick goodbye before he left that afternoon. This way he wouldn't have to worry about Sam's reaction for three months, and he was keeping his promise to his dad that he would tell Sam how he felt.

Blaine hated leaving Sam on such uncertain terms, but it was draining him to be around the person he loves every day knowing those feelings could never be returned. It was too much. He needed a break from it all, so it was sadly convenient that his dad had to go to Colorado that summer to a special treatment center.

But no, he didn't have time to think about that now. He had one day only to write this stupid letter. It was the last day of school and he had decided to blow off his classes and head to the library. To ensure that Sam didn't come looking for him (though Blaine doubted Sam would ever come to the library), he enlisted the help of Asian Persuasion herself. She was to keep Sam busy and assure him that Blaine would be in the choir room that afternoon to say goodbye.

Ok, he needed to focus. He had been there for forty-five minutes already and accomplished nothing. He slowly wrote 'Dear Sammy' and hovered the pencil over the next blank line with uncertainty. Where was he supposed to start? He supposed he may as well start at the very beginning, when he first met Sam two and a half years ago, because, if he was being honest, he started crushing on him even then. Blaine let his mind wander back through time and thought about each moment that brought him here, each moment he fell more in love with his best friend.