-Neighbors-

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Sam, Blaine or anything/anyone here. If I did, that would be pretty awesome. And I would be incredibly rich.

Chapter 1

Sam

The sun hit Sam's face more directly than he had originally intended. Making a feeble attempt to evade the sunlight, Sam squinted, as he pulled himself from the warm embrace of his bedsheets. His muscles still burned from football tryouts the day before. Being the new kid from Tennessee, Sam really wanted people to take him seriously in Ohio, and perceive him as popular; football was the only way to do that. Ignoring his flaming muscles, Sam shuffled to the bathroom in his Spiderman pajama bottoms

As soon as Sam opened the bedroom door, his mom yelled for him, from what he assumed was the kitchen, "Samuel, make sure you hurry up sweetheart! We have to greet the new neighbors!"

Sam's mother, Mary, was anxious to meet the new neighbors. Though her heart was in the right place and her intentions were genuine, Sam was less than willing to put on such a charade for people he didn't care to get to know. Mrs. Evans was only trying to help her son open up and meet some people before he started school at McKinley, but he simply was not ready for it all. To get out of the dreadful meet and greet, Sam decided he would tell his mother a minuscule white lie to get away for a while. Once he was able to make up a decent enough excuse, Sam planned to spend the day at a local comic book store, escaping into his fantasies. As much as he wanted to try for his mother, Sam just needed more time to figure himself out before being put on display.

When Sam arrived in the bathroom he looked in the mirror and discovered that he was a mess. His bright blonde hair was sticking up at almost every end possible, his blue eyes were incredibly bloodshot and he had bruises all over his chest and arms from tryouts yesterday.

"Damn." he whispered examining the numerous bruises on his torso. He knew that today was going to a rough one and the last thing that Sore Samuel wanted to do was pretend to be nice to people he would most likely never speak to again.

After concluding that nothing could be done about the purple and blue splotches on his body he forced himself into a shower. The hot water did miracles for his muscles but he envisioned about two more showers tonight to try and soothe them before even attempting to sleep.

After dressing in a simple green and white shirt and jeans, Sam made his way downstairs. He had barely reached the bottom of the staircase when the doorbell rang. Sam halted and sighed deeply to himself.

"Got it!" he shouted to his mother in the kitchen. In one swift move he opened the door to find a rather short guy about his age, with jet black hair that was combed back, and the biggest smile on his face.

"Hi! My name is Blaine Anderson and my parents and I just moved in next door?" Sam mentally noted that the last part sounded like a question. Blaine Anderson stuck out his hand.

Before Sam could even begin to think about reacting, his mother was at the door. "Hello there!" she said brightly and intercepted his hand. "My name is Mary Evans. It is so wonderful to meet you!"

"You as well, ma'am," Blaine responded politely, smile still quite intact.

"Oh," Sam's mother blushed. "You are so proper. Call me Mary! Please, come in!" she said extending her hand beside her.

"Why thank you Mrs. Evans." Before Sam could process what was happening Blaine Anderson was sitting in his living room with that big smile still plastered on his face. Sam took a seat to the left of his mother and began to study the intruder in his house.

Blaine was probably around Sam's age. In Sam's opinion Blaine dressed really weird, but at the same time he was dressed really nice. It was an odd combination. Sam couldn't help but notice the giant green bow tie strapped around his neck and the last time Sam saw a grey cardigan on a person, it was his Grandpa.

Sam was looking the stranger up and down when he found hazel eyes looking directly at him. Sam felt like Blaine knew everything about him in one single look. His eyes were filled with wisdom and heartache, acceptance and denial, truth and lies. The world flew away around Sam in less than a second. His body felt like he had licked a battery. He felt goosebumps forming on his arms. Sam's mothers nudge to the ribs forced him out of his trance.

Sam didn't grasp what was happening until about 25 seconds after his mothers sharp elbows met his ribcage. Blaine Anderson was awaiting a response to an unknown question.

"Sorry." he mumbled, "What happened?"

His mother pursed her lips. "I was just telling Blaine here that you start at McKinley in August as well. I seems as though you both are in the same grade." she looked at him expectantly, possibly expecting a huge celebration at Sam's end.

"Oh... Nice." was all Sam could muster at that moment. He looked down at his arm thankful to see the goosebumps had disappeared, but his heartbeat still was much too fast.

At that moment Sam couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. His mother went back to entertaining Blaine, babbling about something Sam could care less about. He looked at Blaine again, but this time his gaze wasn't met. Sam watched Blaine's mouth as he responded so politely to his mothers insignificant questions. His lips looked so soft and the way they formed the words entranced Sam.

What the hell am I doing? Sam thought. I shouldn't be looking at his mouth and thinking about his lips. This isn't how I'm supposed to look at other guys when they talk.

"Well it was nice meeting you Blaine." Sam blurted out. "If you'll excuse me I have to get ready for work." Sam stood up so fast he had no time to find his equilibrium and almost fell.

"I should be taking off anyways." Blaine unexpectedly responded. Sam stopped his movement immediately. "Those boxes aren't going to move themselves." Mary Evans laughed way too hard at the lame joke and Sam rolled his eyes."It was wonderful to meet you Mrs. Evans" Blaine Anderson Took Mary's hand and placed a gentle kiss on the top.

"Of course dear. Our home is always open to you." she half giggled.

"Nice to meet you Sam." Blaine Anderson said to Sam and offered out his hand.

"Anytime." Sam avoided his eyes, but reached out to shake his hand.

The very second their hands touched Sam's entire body went numb. He felt as though he was the static on a television without reception. Their contact couldn't have lasted for more than fifteen seconds, but to Sam it lasted forever. He was waiting for cardiac arrest to take hold of him because he was sure his heart had stopped beating.

Finally Blaine broke the contact and turned on his heel and left. As soon as the door quietly closed Mary turned on her son, face red with anger.

"Samuel Evans! You were incredibly rude to that nice boy!" Her voice was much louder than Sam expected, but he did not move. His body was frozen, his mind was too full for him to comprehend and trying to sort it out at this point was going to take a much quieter environment.

"Yeah. Sorry mom" Sam half responded finally. "Won't happen again."

"I sure hope not." she barked and went back into the kitchen mumbling to herself about lack of respect an ungratefulness.

Sam ran to his room, skipping three stairs at a time and shut the door, careful as to not slam it and further anger his mother.

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