A/N: Okay, so this is my first Blam story! It was quite difficult to start it (I had pretty clear what I wanted to do in the middle of it, but not the beginning!), so please, be patient in the first chapters!

This is basically a Blam story, and although I really like Kurt, he might not be the nicest person in my story, so don't expect a lot of Klaine or you will be disappointed.

Also, English is not my first language, so apologies in advance for all the mistakes.

And please, enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Sam stretched his arms tiredly just before opening the door to the apartment he shared with his best friend. It had been a long and exhausting day at work and the only thing he wanted was to land on his back on the sofa with a movie on the background until he passed out. He probably wouldn't even bother to have supper, he was so tired. He felt momentarily disappointed when he remembered that Blaine was not supposed to be home tonight, as he had a date with Kurt – was it even possible to be on a date with whom has been your boyfriend for like a hundred years? -, but Sam had to admit it was probably for the better that night: if Blaine was at home, he would undoubtedly lure him into some videogames. Or worse, in teaching him some stupid dancing he'd learnt at NYADA – though Sam really suspected he was inventing those dances, NYADA wasn't supposed to turn him into such a dork, right?-. Even if they would simply sit down to watch a movie, Sam would feel such a need to impress his best friend and make him laugh that he would be making impressions even after the last credits had rolled up. There was absolutely no rest around Blaine Anderson, Sam thought with a fond smile when he finally opened the door. And he was so tired…

When he entered the apartment, though, he immediately noticed Blaine's keys on the little tray next to the door. May Blaine had forgotten his keys when he left? He didn't use to. But no, Sam realized, as Blaine's jacket was hanging from the clothes rack at the other side of the door, and it was like freezing outside so there was no way he would leave without it. Maybe Kurt had changed their plans. He did that often enough, Sam thought a little bitterly. The question, though, was that Blaine was definitely home. Damn it, Sam though even if a smile was already breaking into his lips. So much for passing out in the sofa.

"Hey, dude, I'm home!" Sam yelled as he hung his own jacket and scarf next to Blaine's, suddenly feeling a bit less drained at the prospect of hanging out with his friend. "I don't feel like cooking anything tonight. Are you in for some take away?"

Sam's words were only met with silence, and that surprised him, because if the pair of them was something, that was loud. Maybe Blaine had brought Kurt over instead of them going out and they were on his room – God knows doing what? – with the door closed, and they hadn't heard him?

He silently walked to Blaine's door with the intention of gluing his ear to it for a second to discover if it was safe for him to interrupt –he definitely didn't want to walk on them while it wasn't safe… again–, but he was surprised again when he found the door was open and there was no sign of Kurt in the room. Only Blaine, lying with his back to the door, completely motionless but clearly not asleep judging by the tension present in his muscles.

"Blaine?" Sam asked with caution, softly knocking his knuckles on the open door asking for a permission he knew he didn't need. But he could sense something was not right, and he wanted to be cautious. When he only got a grunt as acknowledgment of his presence, he decided to press for further information. "Didn't you hear me? I said I was home, and if you wanted to order some food for dinner"

"Sorry, I didn't hear you" Blaine finally spoke, and Sam could so easily hear the tears in his voice, even if he couldn't see them through Blaine's back. "Whatever you want, I'm not that hungry"

Sam, immediately worrying about his friend's state, ignored all the evidence that Blaine wanted to be left alone and crossed the room until he was standing in front of Blaine. Then he gently moved Blaine's legs to the side to make room to sit on the edge of the bed, placing a warm and caring hand on the brunet's thigh.

"What's wrong, bro?" Sam asked quietly, as if he was afraid to scare the other boy.

"Sam… I appreciate your concern, you're the best, but I'd just like to be alone for a while"

Sam sighed audibly as his hand unconsciously rubbed Blaine's side in an attempt of comfort. In all those years as Blaine's best friend, he had seen Blaine in all kinds of moods, good and bad, euphoric –like their first night at their new apartment– and furious –like when his father all but threw him out of the family. But what Sam couldn't stand to see was sad Blaine. Blaine in tears. It didn't happen often, but it broke Sam's heart every time.

"Blaine, you know me enough to know I'm not leaving you like this" Sam explained while he got up and jumped over Blaine to lay on his other side, not touching him but close enough to let him know he was there. "You don't have to speak if you don't want to, but I'm staying here with you"

It only took Blaine a minute to turn around to face his best friend. Sam offered a small smile, full of understanding –even though he still didn't know what had happened– and something else that was so Sam it made Blaine smile himself. That was Sam, his best friend, his roommate for the last three years, the only person Blaine felt understood and accepted him as he was, no conditions. So he finally felt comfortable enough and slid closer to him so he could rest his head on Sam's shoulder knowing Sam's arms would encircle him in a second.

And they did immediately. It was nothing strange for them to cuddle every now and then, especially if one of them was feeling down. And Blaine wasn't any embarrassed to admit those were the time he felt the most secure and comfortable, especially when Sam squeezed him strongly to his broad chest, apparently trying to protect him from all the wrong in the world. And it suddenly made him incredibly sad that it was his best friend, and not his boyfriend, making him feel like that.

"What happened, B?" Sam insisted, feeling a rush of sadness fall over his friend. He didn't want to press, afraid Blaine would build a barrier around himself, but he needed to know. He could feel Blaine's sorrow so strongly he could almost touch it.

"Kurt broke up with me" Blaine confessed, his voice shaky but willing himself not to cry again for Sam's sake, knowing how much his tears usually affected the other boy.

"What?" Sam asked in utter surprise, as his arms unconsciously brought Blaine even closer to his chest, if that was possible. "What happened?"

"That's the thing, nothing happened" Blaine explained, his fingers fidgeting nervously with Sam's shirt. "I went to his place to pick him up for our date and he asked me in, only to throw that bomb at me. Gosh, I was going for a date, I spent like an hour getting ready for him and he only wanted to dumb me, I feel so stupid!"

"Hey, I don't want to hear you say that, how were you to know?" Sam told him seriously, moving his hand to the back of Blaine's neck to force him to look at him.

"I should have known when he invited me over. He never does anymore, ever since he got his new job he never finds the time to be with me. But I thought he was trying to make up for it, that he felt sorry for neglecting me. How dumb of me is that?" Blaine explained, and this time he could not stop a tear from falling down his cheek, a tear that Sam's thumb captured immediately.

"Did he say why?"

"He said… he said he felt like he was losing his time with me"

"But why? It's not like you aren't completely invested in your relationship, right?" Sam asked, with a pant of jealousy that felt pretty uncomfortable, but to which he was getting quite used to lately.

"It's not that. He said we are in different places right now. He's a full-time mature working man, while I'm still a college student who still has a roommate and acts like a teenager"

"He really said that?" Sometimes Sam couldn't believe Kurt. He had the most amazing guy in front of his nose and he was unable to see it just because he didn't always act to his posh standards.

"Yeah. But that's hardly my fault, right?" Blaine asked, and Sam felt like he was begging to be understood. "I mean, is it my fault that I'm a bit younger than he is and still in college? I can't do anything about it"

"Of course not" Sam tried to comfort him, his fingers gently untangling Blaine's gelled curls.

"Maybe I didn't try hard enough. Maybe if I tried harder to adjust to his lifestyle, to share more of his tastes…" Blaine offered, and it was the resignation on his voice that angered Sam the most.

"No, I'm sorry, Blaine, but I'm not letting you" Sam announced in a firm voice, wanting to make himself clear.

"Letting me what?"

"Changing yourself for him, or for anybody else for that matter"

"But if that's what's keeping us apart…" Blaine started again, but Sam interrupted him once again. He didn't want to be so hard while Blaine was feeling so vulnerable, but he needed him to understand how wicked that was.

"So what, you have to change your essence just because you and him have different conceptions about fun? I don't see him trying to meet you in the middle, he just wants you to adapt yourself to his lifestyle"

"But if there is a chance for me to make him change his mind…"

"Not at this cost, B. You're better than that" Sam softened his tone, his fingers gently massaging Blaine's scalp again, and silence fell between them for a couple of minutes. Sam hoped Blaine wasn't angry, but he knew the shorter boy always expected him to be honest.

"Sam, can I ask you a question?" Blaine asked after a while, and Sam was relieved his tone didn't sound annoyed, but understanding.

"Of course"

"You don't want me to be with Kurt, right?" Blaine asked suddenly, making Sam wince at his abruptness.

Sam sighed again, taking a moment to think before answering. He wanted to be honest with Blaine –he had never lied to him before and he wasn't planning on starting now–, but he couldn't tell him the whole truth. It was true that Sam had never really liked the relationship Kurt and Blaine had had for so long. He liked Kurt alright, individually, but he didn't think it was the right person for Blaine. And that didn't have anything to do with the fact he had been having feelings for the curly-haired boy himself for some time. He knew Blaine loved Kurt and Sam had never, ever, tried to sabotage their relationship, only wanting for Blaine to be happy even if it was next to another man. But when said man hurt him like that… Sam couldn't just watch Blaine's heart being broken and do nothing about it.

"Blaine, I hope you forgive me for saying this, but… I'm sorry you got hurt, obviously, but… I'm kind of glad Kurt is out of the picture"

"What? Why would you say that?" Blaine asked, and Sam could tell it was not the answer he had been hoping for.

"Because… Kurt doesn't deserve you" Sam explained, not sure how it was going to sound. "He's never appreciated all the greatness that you are, and I hate it that he makes you feel bad about it. You're awesome, Blaine. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and you deserve to be worshipped"

"But Kurt used to"

"No, he didn't" Sam denied, having been a direct witness of that relationship all through the years. "Maybe at first, but not for a long time. At least not as you deserve"

Again the silence surrounded them for quite a while, Sam's caressing on the back of Blaine's hair the only motion in the room. He could see Blaine was not angry, or he would have jumped from his embrace by then. He hoped Blaine would be thinking over everything Sam had tried to make him understand, and would see that as painful as it was, their break-up would be a good thing in the long run.

"I wish I could find someone like you, Sam" Blaine confessed, breaking the silence all of a sudden and snuggling even closer to Sam. The arm he had around Sam's waist strengthened his grip affectionally and he hid his face in Sam's neck as sleep starting claiming him, exhausted and emotionally spent, oblivious to what his words and actions were doing to his best friend's heart.

"Yeah" Sam answered in a slight bitter whisper, and he waited until he was sure that Blaine was asleep before he planted a soft kiss on Blaine's forehead, hoping that maybe someday it would be the right time and place to show Blaine how perfect they were for each other.

A/N: So what did you think? Let me know if you think it's worth it to continue with it ;)