Summary: Sam and Blaine made a pact with one another after Kurt broke up with him. Sam promised Blaine that every single Wednesday they would have dinner together at Sam's apartment and then play video games. Sam instituted this tradition when he noticed how depressed Blaine had become after Kurt left him. At one of these dinners, Sam notices some suspicious marks on Blaine's wrist.
Super quick Author's Note: Hi, I've fallen back in love with Glee and with Blam. There's not enough Blam stories so here I am. Enjoy! PS Look out for a second chapter in the near future!
Sam and Blaine made a pact with one another after Kurt broke up with him. Sam promised Blaine that every single Wednesday they would have dinner together at Sam's apartment and then play video games. Sam instituted this tradition when he noticed how depressed Blaine had become after Kurt left him. So, even though Blaine was feeling better and had a new boyfriend, Sam was determined to keep up their tradition. He wasn't about to lose his best friend for anyone, not even Blaine's new boyfriend.
"Hey buddy!" Sam welcomed excitedly as Blaine entered his home, "You look awesome with your hair all curly!" Blaine smiled weakly. He loved his best friend. Sam would hype him up on his best or worst day. "Thanks man," he responded gratefully. "You never wear it like that. Not feeling the gel today?" Sam asked curiously. Blaine took his coat off and sat down at the dinner table. He sighed deeply, "Yeah, I just couldn't handle it today. Grayson hates it like this though." Sam's fists clenched under the table, "Well, Grayson's kind of an idiot. I think you look smoking hot," the blonde man said with a smirk.
Blaine blushed and giggled. "Sam!" he exclaimed, "I don't look good like this, I know I don't." Sam shook his head immediately, "Blaine, does Grayson tell you this? Because he's wrong. You really do look amazing. I love your hair no matter how you decide to do it." Blaine smiled his first genuine smile in a long time, "Sammy, I love you. You're my best friend." The other man grinned his goofy grin. "You're my best friend, dude. Always. I love you to the moon and back," Sam said genuinely.
"Enough of this gushy stuff, let's get to eatin'!" Blaine said with a grin that matched Sam's. As the shorter man reached for the salad bowl, his sleeve rolled up his arm and Sam saw something he wished did not exist: bruises. Bruises all along his best friend's wrists. Sam gasped in horror. "Blaine, who did this to you?" he questioned fiercely, knowing full well the answer to expect. Blaine recoiled his arm quickly and his cheeks reddened, "I-I-I think that maybe I hurt myself in dance class."
Sam gently took hold of Blaine's hand, "Blaine, you can tell me anything. I'll protect you and keep you safe from whoever did this to you." The other man's eyes began to fill with tears. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" Sam asked softly. Blaine nodded, the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Where?" Sam questioned as he stroked the injured man's hand sweetly. Blaine didn't feel like hiding from Sam any longer, so he stood up, grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and scrubbed his face.
Sam gasped as Blaine revealed many bruises along his once perfect skin. The shorter man fell to his knees as he sobbed. Sam ran to his side and pulled him into his arms, rocking him and whispering that everything was going to be okay, that he was going to keep him safe. "Sam, why do I let him do this to me?" Blaine gasped. "Shhh, Blainey, it's okay. This isn't your fault, this doesn't have anything to do with you. It's that damn Grayson," the blonde man said, rage festering inside of him.
"Why does he hate me? I try, Sam, I try so hard!" Blaine sobbed. "I know you do, sweetie, I know," Sam comforted. For a moment he considered whether it was weird to call his best friend sweetie, but when Blaine's sobs slowed down, Sam decided it was the right decision.
"Look at me, Blainey," Sam said sweetly yet firmly, "You're never going to see that piece of shit asshole ever, ever again. I promise you that." Blaine looked up at his friend with the most innocent, trusting eyes, "Sam, I'm scared to break up with him. I tried once and…" Blaine trailed off, shuddering at the thought. "I promise I'll go with you. If he tries to touch you, he'll regret it. And if things get out of hand I'll call the police, okay?" Sam promised. Blaine nodded and wiped his eyes.
"Sam, am I unlovable?" Blaine whispered, almost unheard. Sam was shocked. "No. Oh no, Blainey, you are the most lovable person I have ever met. It is so easy for me to love you. So, so easy," Sam responded as he stroked his hair. "Why do they always hurt me?" the shorter man questioned. He looked so defeated. Sam knew who "they" were; both Grayson and Blaine's father had abused him. "I don't know bud, I really don't. I have no clue how anyone could ever hurt you," Sam responded honestly.
"But there's one thing I do know, and that's that I am never going to let anyone hurt you again. Not your dad, not Grayson, not anyone," Sam said fiercely. Blaine looked up at him, his long eyelashes wet with tears, and gripped Sam's hand firmly. "I am so lucky to have you, Sam. I-I don't want to be with Grayson anymore. I don't want to get hurt anymore," he said earnestly, "Can I, not to overstep, but can I live here with you until I figure stuff out?" Sam nodded fiercely, "You can stay with me as long as you need." Blaine pulled Sam into the fiercest hug, "I love you." "I love you too, Blainey."