disclaimer: i don't own anything you recognise.
a/n: inspired by this gif on tumblr: http : / / matching-bowties . tumblr . com / post / 11221622564 /
(just remove the spaces!)
Blaine's been thinking about it for a few weeks now, wondering if it would be too much on top of everything else right now, wondering what if he said no and they couldn't even be friends any more, wondering – no, daydreaming about how good Sam would look in a tux. It plays on his mind, taking over his thoughts so that he finds himself sitting in English, staring at the back of Sam's head, studying the way the sunlight streaming in through the open window dapples over his light brown hair, streaking through it and bringing out different-coloured strands. That's when he realises that thinking about Sam has become the only thing he does, and he kind of needs to put a stop to that before it becomes borderline-stalkerish.
In the end, he blurts it out over lunch, from where they're sitting at their table in the corner; he's been watching Sam pick at his sandwich for a good five minutes before Sam looks up and catches him staring, and he says it before he has a chance to regret it or even to think about it.
'Will you go to the dance with me?'
There's a long silence, then, an awkward pause where Sam stares at him with his sandwich halfway to his mouth and Blaine wonders if he's gone too far. They've only been friends for six months, since Sam first came out and got shoved into his first locker and Blaine was the one who was there to help him up. Despite the short time they've known each other - really known each other - though, Blaine can't really deny the way his stomach flutters every time Sam smiles at him, the way his face heats up when their hands touch, the way he finds himself laughing too loudly at one of Sam's dorky Star Wars jokes.
He's mortified now, though, thinking that now is too soon, that Sam just sees him as a friend and nothing more, a support system when life's getting him down – but then Sam is grinning his easy grin at him and his blue eyes are shining with something Blaine hasn't seen before.
'Sure, I'll go with you.'
One week later, as they pull up outside the school hall where the dance is being held in matching tuxes – Sam's hair brushed in this new way that Blaine is finding he loves, and Blaine's hair a mess as usual – Sam takes his hand as they head inside, and Blaine thinks that maybe, tonight, he can just escape and forget everything for a while.
Maybe tonight will be perfect.
