Note: Here is my this year's Christmas Blam Fic! As always, I hope you enjoy it. Put on some nice music, get coffee or a hot chocolate (with cinnamon! It's law at this time of the year), lighten candles and forget everything else around you that isn't Blam!
Updates: Until the third Advent you'll be getting three chapters per week (Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday), afterwards two (Wednesday, Sunday). How does that sound? It's kind of like an Advent calender isn't it? xD
Ships and friendships: Blam, Kelliot, Seblaine (yes, the cat is out of the bag: Sebastian will be in it! You can happily hate him, though) and Samchel (only friendship! Just to make sure you know since I have some history with them as pairing. This will not happen here. However I can't guarantee that this is no jealousy factor for the Blam relationship...uhem) mentions of Ryley (Ryder/Marley) and Sam's still shipping Finchel.
Rating T for adult themes although you won't find any graphic stuff here. There's enough of that out there.
Summary: Finally Sam is in New York. The only problem is, he's not living with his boyfriend. And his job is sucks. And his jealousy issues come back in form of an ancient enemy. Luckily for Sam he has it under control (really!) and can concentrate on getting presents, creating a romantic advent season and preparing the holidays. Only one questions remains. Should he celebrate Christmas with his or Blaine's family? Surely they will spend it together… right?
Where We Belong
November 24th, Monday: 31 days until Christmas
Sam
"You have one and a half hour. Go!"
Sam closed his eyes and looked into his brain. Slide hammer, sledge hammer, claw hammer. He had studied this shit only yesterday so why had he already forgotten how each hammer looked?
He took a deep breath and decided to skip the first question of the test. The second asked him about the fibre saturation of wood. Huh.
Sam couldn't even say he hadn't signed up for this because he had. It was his own stupidity that had made him do it. Be a carpenter to take over the family business? Sure, why not. He hadn't looked up what carpenters were doing once. He hadn't known he had be an expert on tools. Like all those kinds of hammers. And saws, tape measures, utility knifes… useless and annoying!
The vocational school he was visiting was like high school only more boring. No Glee club. No fun allowed. All people were white and straight. And, even more disturbing, they were enthusiastic about cross sections of trees (third question).
Sam tipped his pen against the paper and looked around. Everybody was writing like crazy. The teacher sat at the desk, a steaming mug in front of him while he wrote into a notebook. The window showed Sam a blue but cold sky. He couldn't ponder about when the first snow would fall now, though. Sam focused on his paper again but the words blurred in front of his eyes. It was so senseless!
Forty-five minutes later he had enough. He would fail this test anyway, just like the last one. He got up and gave the teacher his sheet. The old man raised his eyebrows at his fast delivery but didn't say anything. Sam left the class room and went downstairs to the school's little cafeteria where he bought a hot chocolate, took a seat on an empty table and got out his phone.
'i failed another test, this is so stupid, I'm coming to NYC' he wrote to his boyfriend.
It wasn't the first time Sam thought about going to the city. To be honest he hadn't thought much about anything else the last four months. Not just because he missed Blaine. They talked every day and it wasn't that bad (except that he longed to touch and kiss him). The thing was that Sam didn't want to be a carpenter. But how should he tell his Dad?
Blaine
Oh God, was it Christmas again? Blaine hadn't thought about it but this morning he went into the NYADA entrance hall he saw a big evergreen tree with red, blue and yellow lights flickering between its branches. He so wasn't in a festive mood. There were plenty of tests coming, how should he find the time to buy presents? And it would be his and Sam's one-year-anniversary – what should they do?
At least once per week Sam mentioned that he wanted to come to New York. Blaine always answered with 'so what will you do' to that Sam responded that he didn't know and the topic died. Truth be told, Blaine wanted Sam to come here. So... couldn't the blond decide already and do something?
Blaine reached the room of his acting class. He greeted his classmates, put his bag on the side and took off his jumper.
"And so we meet once more."
Blaine rolled his eyes as he turned around.
"Hi Sebastian. I suppose you want to work together again?"
"Finally he's getting it! My prayers were answered!"
Blaine shook his head. But he wasn't as annoyed about Sebastian as he used to be. First when he had discovered they were roomies he had complained to the dean. It hadn't helped since Madam Tibideaux had viewed the situation as a perfect opportunity for Blaine to get over personal grudges for the sake of his education. With time Blaine had gotten used to stupid comments and fake flirt attempts – after all Sebastian had always been like that – and indeed learned to live with the circumstances.
Still, whenever he could he escaped to the Hummel-Berry loft. If he could get along with Sebastian he could tolerate Kurt as well, especially since he and Elliot were back together.
"Good news!" Rachel lilted as he entered the loft this evening. Blaine quickly closed the door to leave behind the cold, grey November night. The loft was illuminated by soft light and the heating was on; a perfect place for Blaine to recover from the subway chill.
"Are Kurt and Elliot out?" Blaine asked while he put his jacket on the wardrobe. Gentle piano music was coming from the music player but elsewise it was too silent in order for Rachel's room mates to be here.
"Yes, it's only gonna be the three of us. It will be a cosy and snugly evening that provides a perfect opportunity for me to tell you the good news about my career. Now, as you know everything ended up in smoke only after I quit NYADA and they wouldn't take me back."
Blaine nodded along as he set up his laptop on the table. He started Skype but Sam wasn't online yet.
"So I asked myself, what should I do?" Rachel shrugged while she opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen. Blaine went to her to check if he could help with something.
"How can I still get famous on Broadway?"
Sandwiches and snacks were already prepared. Blaine took the plate and brought it to the couch.
"For a minute I considered going back to Lima and teaching the Glee club, can you imagine that? Silly me!" Rachel shook her head as she put down the bottle on the table.
"Yeah, that would've been..."
"So then the obvious solution came to me. I will..."
With a gentle 'bing' the laptop screen lightened up and Sam's face appeared.
"Babe! Come here!"
Blaine hurried to the computer and pressed his cheek against the screen, as was Sam.
"So, I was just saying..." Rachel tried again.
"I missed you so much!" Blaine said. He leaned back and beamed at Sam, taking in his wonderful smile, his shining eyes and his beautiful lips.
"I missed you even more", Sam said. "Stupid school." He put his hand on the right corner of the screen and Blaine met it with his own. Touch via internet. That was what their relationship looked liked.
"Would you listen to me!" Rachel complained. "Don't pretend as if you don't see each other every night!"
"We don't, at least not for real", Blaine said, while Sam waved.
"Hey, Rachel? Everything good?"
"Yes! As I was just saying my daddies are fully supporting my decision to open my own studio!"
"Yey!" Sam pumped his fist. But Blaine frowned.
"What kind of studio? I thought you wanted to get famous?"
"Well, an art studio of course! I can make my own plays and my own advertisements and turn the name 'Rachel Berry' into a term that stands for a well-known woman who in comparison to Barbra Streisand is nothing short of star quality!" Rachel stretched her arms as if already receiving applause.
"Uhu..." Blaine considered the idea. Was it a bad idea? Yes, it was. How would she ever get famous by making her own plays?
"Wow, cool, man!" Sam exclaimed. "Do you need someone, like a gal Friday, or a camera man?"
"Sam..." Blaine said.
"Why, yes, I do! I obviously can't make it on my own. I can't pay you very much, though, my daddies gave me a credit of, oh, well, I shouldn't talk about money, right, but if you really want to work for me, Sam, what skills do you have to offer?"
"I don't think this is a good idea", Blaine mumbled, while Sam already listed all of his talents.
"I have the best taste in movies ever, I can sing and dance, play guitar and mouth organ, I can totally hold a camera at you, and then of course there is my overflowing power of creativity."
"Deal!" Rachel clapped her hands and then bumped Sam's virtual fist.
"Sam, can we talk about it before you decide anything?" Blaine said.
"Why? It's the perfect opportunity to come to New York."
"But..." Blaine sighed. How could he say it wouldn't do any good for Sam's life career in the bigger picture without offending Rachel?
"Don't you want me to come?" Sam asked.
"Of course I want you to come! But..."
"And you can live with Kurt and me! Oh, we should have done this much earlier." Rachel said. "That calls for a celebration! Who wants wine? Blaine?" She poured wine into the empty glass on the table and also filled up her own.
Oh God. If this wouldn't end up in a catastrophe.
November 25th, Tuesday: 30 days until Christmas
Sam
His destiny finally got fulfilled! Sam had a job in New York. Yes! He had hopped around the house the whole day, just focusing on the tasks his dad gave him by the by and almost cut his finger with a saw. What a stupid, dangerous job!
But in the evening Sam's optimism yielded to nervousness. The house was quiet on this winter night. Sam's mother was reading his siblings a story in one of their rooms. Sam stood in the kitchen and waited for the water to boil. Outside it was snowing very lightly but sadly there were no Christmas decorations yet on the window. His mother would always wait until the first advent with it. He bet everything he had that in New York everything was glowing with glitter and lights already.
He had talked to his mother and she had supported his decision. The difficulty would be talking to his dad. Exactly what he was about to do now.
Sam took two mugs with tea to the living room and put them on the table. Dwight briefly looked up as Sam sat down on the couch.
"Ah, thanks."
"You're welcome. Uhm, dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Oh God, he was really doing it. Luckily the universe was on his side. Sam only had to present his father the facts and he wouldn't be able to say no.
"Sure, son. What's up?"
"Okay, but listen first before you say something, yeah? So… the thing is…" Sam tapped his hands against his knees. He took a deep breath. Just spill it out.
"I hate being a carpenter."
He glanced at his dad but his expression remained unreadable.
"Look, I mean, taking over the family business had sounded great but I didn't know I had to be a handyman and use tools and calculate stuff in my head and…"
"Work?" Dwight suggested.
"It's not the kind of work that I am made for, dad", Sam said. "I want to be more… like… artsy."
His dad sighed heavily and ran a hand over his mouth. "I noticed you don't seem happy but I thought you had to get used to it first."
"It's not working like that. Look, I'm in that job for four months now and I hate it more and more every day."
"So what do you want to do? Quit? And then?" His father shook his head. "Things aren't that easy, son."
"But they are!" Now Sam could present his perfect plan. "Do you remember I told you that I applied to different jobs in summer?"
"Yeah?" Dwight frowned.
"Yeah, well, I haven't heard back from them but I have a friend who offered me to work with her..." Or for her, but who cared about the details. "It's an art project, I will be paid."
Dwight remained silent and Sam didn't know if that was good or bad. After all he was telling him he didn't want anything to do with the family business and move out. Oh yeah, maybe he should mention that.
"It's in New York", he said. "And I know, I know, it's far away but I will come visit you."
"New York is an expensive city. Where will you live?"
"Well, my friend also offered me to live with her."
"And you are sure it's not about the girl?"
"What girl?" Sam frowned. Had he only talked about the job, so really, sometimes his father was a bit weird.
"Rachel!"
"Rachel's not a girl", Sam explained his father. "She's a friend. She's in love with Finn, well, I think. Also we'd be living with another boy, too, so… just friends, dad. It's about the work."
Dwight had forgotten that Sam was in a gay relationship ever since Blaine had left the house after Midsummer. And they never spoke about it, too. Sam's mother had said he needed time to adjust.
Okay, to be honest again he didn't look forward to living with Kurt who Sam had a serious villain thing going on with. Kurt was the villain, of course. But it was only a fist step. Of course he and Blaine would look for a apartment to live together as soon as Sam was in NYC.
"You are serious, aren't you?" Dwight asked. "You want to quit and go to New York."
"Yes!" Sam knew his dad would get it sooner or later. He restricted from clenching his fists and nodded.
"I already talked to mum and she said I should do what I have to do. Stevie can take over the family business if he wants to. Or Stacy."
His father scoffed but didn't say anything and stared at the muted TV. Sam sipped on his tea but it still was hot like hell.
"I have to be frank, son, I don't like it."
Sam bit his lip.
Dwight took a deep breath. "But I won't stand in the way if you want to try and find your luck elsewhere. If you want to go to New York, go."
"Yes! Thank you, dad!" Sam hugged Dwight and then jumped up. He had to go book the next flight he could catch. New York, Sam Evans was on his way!
November 26th, Wednesday: 29 days until Christmas
Blaine
Four a.m. It was freaking four a.m. and Blaine was sitting at an airport, sipping bad coffee and tucking himself in to his jacket to keep warm. Although it was early he was wide awake. Soon he would be in Sam's arms, be able to feel him, taste him, squeeze him against his own body. It had been too long since they last saw each other for a few days on Halloween. Well, technically a month but it felt so much longer.
When the arrival of flight 278 was announced Blaine got to the gates and held up the signpost he had made. It was big and read with bold letters 'My Sammy'.
People were coming out, and Blaine nervously teetered on his feet. An outburst of butterflies shot through his tummy as he got the first glimpse of Sam. He was pale, had red tired eyes and wore a worn-out jeans. He was perfect.
"You bet I'm yours", Sam grinned as he came up to Blaine. He dropped his bags to the ground and threw his arms around Blaine so fast the black haired boy didn't have time to properly prepare. The signpost squashed between them as he pushed his nose into Sam's neck and put his arms around his boyfriend, returning the tight hug. Oh, how good it was. Sam's familiar and addicting scent rushed through Blaine's blood and made him feel like home. Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"I love you", Sam mumbled.
"I love you, too."
Sam leaned back and clang to Blaine's eyes, joining their foreheads. Those green eyes were sparkling with the same passion Blaine felt rushing through his veins. Sam was the most perfect human being on earth and he wanted him, Blaine, an ordinary New York City boy. How that was possible Blaine would never understand. But he sure gave in as their lips were drawn to each other like opposite poles of a magnet. Oh God, how he had missed this.
They arrived at the loft at quarter to five. Rachel had given Blaine a key so he didn't have to wake her or Kurt up. Sam's bed had been made the evening before so the blond now stripped off his jacket and shoes and plunked down on it.
"I'm so tired!" he moaned.
"Are you hungry, too?" Blaine asked as he put one of Sam's bag on the ground.
Sam reached out his hand, so Blaine went to him and let himself be dragged down.
"You're staying, right?" Sam whispered.
"I have to get up in one hour", Blaine said.
"I don't care." Sam groaned again and made an attempt to put his arms around Blaine. But Blaine moved back to get rid of his own clothes; only then did he snuggle up to Sam and enjoyed the warm safety of his boyfriend. He soon fell asleep with a smile on his lips.
Seven hours later Blaine woke up after having put off his alarm at six o'clock because he had felt as comfortable as never since coming to New York. Sam's arms where a place he couldn't just leave; not after having missed them for so long.
And Sam's arms wasn't the only thing he was feeling. Blaine smiled to himself at the pleasurable morning situation and pressed his face to Sam's chest.
"Mh, who's that, cuddling up to me...?" Sam mumbled.
"Hey", Blaine whispered. He moved up a bit and kissed Sam's cheek, nose and lips.
"You know, I want you to feel very welcome in New York", Blaine said.
"Mmmmh, already do."
"You could still feel better, I believe. Let me help you."
Blaine moved downwards and vanished under the sheets.
"I can't believe you slept in your jeans", he commended as he opened Sam's zipper.
"Oh, that is, yeah, good idea. Uh."
Blaine grinned at Sam's moan and got to work.
Sam
After the best wake-up-call ever Sam took a shower and had bagels for breakfast with his boyfriend. When they had eaten they went to bed again because somehow they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. But as he finally got up for real he was eager to see New York. He hadn't been here before – whenever they had met up during the last months it had been in Lima while Blaine had visited his parents. Coming to think of it, sleeping in a house without the Andersons close by was way better.
"Wow. Oh my God. Wow." Sam couldn't stop staring at the fattest pine tree ever on Time Square. Now it was official: Christmas had begun!
"Yup, you've come to the right place", Blaine chuckled.
"We take a picture, right now! Go stand there!" Sam pointed to the tree and got out his phone. He looked around and saw some Asian tourists taking pictures as well. Yeah, stereotypical but who cared. He asked them to take a picture with his phone and hurried to stand next to Blaine, arm around his shoulders and smiling at the camera.
Although it was early afternoon at the end of November the stores were busy with people buying presents. Because yes, that was what they were buying, Sam knew it. He made the mistake to ask Blaine what he wanted for Christmas and then had to look at different sorts of bowties. Because those were sooo important for Blaine's musical education. Yeah... Sam would not get his boyfriend unromantic pieces of clothing for Christmas.
And then there was their anniversary. One year. One whole year without breaking up once. Sam had never been together with anyone for a whole year. It had to be celebrated super-mega-fantastically!
It was already dark when they came back to the loft at six. It smelled like tomatoes and basil and Sam immediately realised he was hungry like hell.
"Saaam!"
Without forewarning brown locks attacked his face. He returned the hug Rachel gave him and patted her back. She broke away and grinned at him.
"I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Only yesterday", he said.
"How are you? How was your flight? Oh, I see you already met Blaine!"
"Yeah, he was like, running around on the street so I figured, hey, that guy looks like Rachel's roomie. I picked him up and took him home."
"I'm not a dog!"
"Ooooh, how great!" Rachel ran back to the kitchen while Sam waggled his eyebrows at Blaine.
"No, you're a stallion."
"What?" Blaine blushed and took out his best reproachful look. Sam knew he didn't mean it but he went to him and hugged him, better save than sorry.
"Mh, okay", Blaine mumbled as he snuggled up. "You're, too, by the way."
Sam chuckled. Blaine leaned back, their eyes met for a few moments and then Sam felt wonderful silky lips on his mouth. And it wasn't hormones that shot through his body and made him shudder with pleasure, it was pure love. Holy, sacred, heaven-made...
"Oh my God! I'm blind!"
A high voice tore them apart and Sam rolled his eyes while turning his head to the incoming people. It was Kurt, who held his hands in front of his eyes and Elliot, who waved cheerfully.
"This is how it's gotta be from now on, isn't it?" Kurt said. He took down his hands, sighed and went to put his jacket away.
"Good to see you, too!" Sam said and, with a mumbled voice: "Not."
"Hey", Elliot protested.
"He doesn't mean it", Blaine said. He nudged Sam's arm. "Remember, we are nice to Kurt now."
"Tsk." Sam took off his own jacket. Okay, maybe he had agreed to a truce because Blaine had reported that Kurt really liked Elliot and wasn't standing in their way anymore. But this comment just now proved him wrong!
Blaine pressed his jacket into Sam's hand and took a phone call for that he went to the living room section. Sam hang up the jacket and went to the kitchen. When Rachel looked into the fridge he tried the soup she was making. Yummy!
"No, I'm not!" Blaine said pretty loud. Sam frowned into his direction and his boyfriend rolled his eyes.
"One night doesn't make me a missing person! And tonight I won't be there either. I told you my boyfriend was coming to town", Blaine said. Sam could hear it because he sneaked nearer, pretending to look at the books on the shelf.
"Of course I will come to the classes tomorrow", Blaine said. "Don't tell me you... oh. Okay. Well, thanks."
Suddenly his voice was softer. Sam raised his eyebrows. Damn, who was he talking to? Someone from his school, obviously. Wait. It couldn't be...
Sam jerked around. "Sebastian?"
Blaine nodded. Sam stretched out his hand.
"I'll think about it. And, uh... Sam wants to talk to you?", he said into the phone. Sam nodded.
A second later he pressed Blaine's phone to his ear.
"Listen to me, Smythe."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You're not going to threaten him, are you?"
"Keep your dirty little fingers from my boyfriend or I will castrate you personally."
Blaine shook his head and went to the kitchen.
"So we finally talk", Sebastian said. "How's the farm of your daddy going? All cows in the stable?"
"Very funny."
"I appreciate your forthright approach. You're right, let's be honest with each other. You probably know already your time is limited and that's why you so freaked out. My heart breaks for you, Sam, really. But that's life, I'm sorry. I'm sure you will find someone else."
"What are you talking about?" Sam pressed his lips together and his shoulders tensed. He glanced at Rachel and Blaine who talked as if nothing bad was happening.
"You know what I'm talking about. By the end of the year Blaine will be mine and you will be alone."
"No, he won't. He loves me."
"We'll see about that. Bye!"
Connection interrupted. Sam threw the phone on the couch and clenched his fists. This was it. His chance to work on his jealousy issues. Blaine would never go to Sebastian. He had proven more than once that he loved Sam. And Sam trusted him. Problem solved!
"And? Did Sebastian bow to your authority?" Blaine asked amused as Sam came to the kitchen.
"Yes, he did. After all he had to admit that I'm the man in your life and nothing will ever change that."
"Awww", Rachel said.
"He's got a point there." Blaine grinned as he stirred the soup. Rachel poured herself a glass of white wine.
"But seriously, guys, are you two talking about the future and stuff? Because I remember that once you were convinced that Kurt was your soul mate." Rachel lowered her voice at the last sentence and curiously looked at Blaine.
"The proposal was so touching!" Rachel lay a hand onto her chest. Sam's chest on the other hand started to ache. He remembered the proposal as well. How he had hated himself and life and how he had wished the words Blaine had uttered were meant for him.
"Do you remember your speech, do you?" Rachel asked. Blaine just kept pursing his mouth and staring into the pot.
"Anyway, it's Christmas now", Sam said. He pushed Rachel to the couch and luckily Elliot and Kurt now showed up so she was busy annoying them. Sam went back to Blaine, put his arms around his waist and his chin on the other's shoulder.
"Are you beating yourself up because you were young and foolish?" he asked quietly. "We all once were."
"We're still young, Sam. It has only been a year and a half ago."
Sam stared into the pot, too. Red liquid was bubbling there.
"All those big words I used", Blaine said. "That we were looking for each other in every lifetime, that my soul remembered him from before, that we were meant to be together forever and I want to spend my life loving him..."
Blaine sighed and turned around. Sam let go of him and held his eyes while Blaine took his hands.
"It's a fantasy I had had for a long time. I wanted to meet someone like that, and when you're in love of course you think everything is perfect and forever. But the connection I was talking about wasn't even there at that moment. I proposed to make it come back."
Sam gulped. They had never talked that detailed about Blaine's ex – and certainly not when he was only a few metres away.
"Did you know Kurt had planned on saying no?" Blaine asked.
"Why did he say yes, then?"
That wasn't even what Sam wanted to know. That soul mates thing Blaine was talking about... he hadn't mentioned it during the last year, not in regards to them. So... was it what he had looked for all this time?
"I don't know. I guess my words were moving and... to be honest, would you reject someone when a hundred of people are staring at you, wanting you to agree?"
"Uh... probably not", Sam said. "But I wasn't staring at Kurt."
Blaine prodded his nose against Sam's. "I know."
"Hey, you two love birds, will we get to eat something today?" Elliot called.
Sam sighed as Blaine retreated from their intimacy and took up cooking again.
"Get some plates, will you?" he said.
"I'm living here since not even one day and already have to work", Sam mumbled to himself as he did so.
After the meal they watched a movie and Sam inconspicuously observed Kurt and Elliot. They weren't very affectionate with each other. Yes, Elliot had laid an arm around Kurt and the younger one's head was on Elliot's shoulder but they never kissed or flirted. Sam didn't get it. He needed to express his feelings a lot.
He needed to kiss Blaine a lot.
"Will Blaine stay overnight?" Kurt asked as the credits rolled over the screen.
"Yes, I will."
"Okay, then we're going to your apartment again", Kurt said to Elliot. "I don't need to hear that."
"I thought you said he's on our side", Sam whispered.
"No, I said he won't stand in our way anymore." Blaine shook his head. "And to be honest, I don't want him to listening in, either."
"What about Rachel?"
They both looked at the girl. She was asleep on Elliot's other shoulder, snoring mildly.
"I think the wine will keep her out for quite a while", Blaine said.
"Good", Sam smirked.
A few minutes later Kurt and Elliot left. But instead of rushing to bed Blaine started to collect the dirty glasses.
"Can you carry Rachel to her bed?" he asked. "I don't want her to sleep on the couch."
"So wake her up."
"Come on, Sam." Blaine went to the kitchen and opened the dish washer. Sam sighed and got up. Second task on his first day here.
"So, I hope you're passed out really deep cause Blaine and I will be doing stuff", Sam said as he put down Rachel on her bed and pulled the blanket over her.
"Mh? Sam?"
"Sh, sleep! You're not awake, right?"
She didn't answer anymore so no, she wasn't. He pulled the curtains to her section closed and went to his own. His suitcase still stood here, his clothes from yesterday on the ground. Tomorrow he would start to be neat and tidy. Or maybe next year because he needed a good New Year's resolution.
"I just hope I can get up tomorrow", Blaine said as he entered the section. Sam sat on his bed and sniffed on his socks.
"Of course you can."
"I don't know, this morning I couldn't leave you and your warm, cosy, perfect arms." Blaine sat down next to Sam and threw his arms around him. Sam let go of his socks and turned to his boyfriend.
"Then I'll get up too so we can grab a bite together", he mumbled into his neck. Fuck, he had missed Blaine so much. His tiny yet solid body, his ridiculous sweet hair gel and the way he practically inhaled Sam when they hugged.
"You'd do that?"
"It's not like I'm here on vacation. I have a job, too", Sam said.
Blaine sighed and moved back. "Yeah, about that..."
"I don't know the details yet. Rachel will tell me more tomorrow."
Blaine puckered his lips. "What if it is something that won't take you anywhere?"
"Then I look for something else. But Blaine, I swear, this is a good chance for me."
"We'll see about that, okay?" Blaine stroked over Sam's hair. It was a gesture Sam had missed, too. In fact he had missed every touch and scent and taste of Blaine. Naturally Sam put his lips to his boyfriend's neck.
"Mmh, Sam." Blaine rolled his head to the side.
"You like that?" Sam whispered. He nibbled on the other's earlobe. So delicious.
"Yes... Come."
Blaine robbed backwards and got comfy on the bed. Sam followed him, joining his mouth with Blaine's skin as soon as possible again. So freaking perfect. He felt Blaine's hands wandering over his body and shivered.
Damn, it was good to finally live in New York.
A/N: How did you like the first chapter? Too boring, not enough angst? Too fluffy? Don't be afraid, that will change soon.
Coming up on Tuesday: Sebastian finds a reason why he has to kiss Blaine. What will Sam think about it? And can it be that Rachel utilizes her position as Sam's boss to make him her personal slave, can that really be?