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Sam's pov

Sam stared blankly at the Christmas meal his mother prepared for him and his family on his plate and he really wasn't in the mood for eating. It wasn't that the meal was bad.

No!

It just was...Sam just didn't feel like he had a reason to celebrate Christmas this year. The whole year hadn't really been his best year. He wasn't doing very well at school and he had gotten the lowest grades in the history of SATs at William McKinley High School.

At that time Sam had felt like nothing, like an absolute disappointment to everybody who knew him. Brittany of course tried to cheer him up (sort of) by telling him that he had a great body and that he can do anything and be anything with it. At first Sam thought Brittany wasn't really being a very supportive girlfriend if this was the kind of advice she was giving but something in his head then told him.

Hey! Maybe she was right. Not like he had anything good in his life going for him. He already knew he wasn't going to college and he always wanted to be a model so why not give it try. So that was the reason he decided he needed to lose weight or his dream of becoming a model would never come to pass. This lead to him working out like crazy-with over exercising and refusing to eat anything over 150 calories a day. It came to the point where he had gone out of control and Blaine had to stop him.

Another thing that went wrong this year was Brittany breaking up with him. Over text! And she did it in front of the whole glee club. That was so beyond embarrassing. He really thought she had left him for Santana but then he found out Brittany had gotten accepted into MIT and was just acting out.

Why was she acting out though? She had gotten into MIT! Sam would kill to get into a college like that.

In other words, he wasn't in the mood to celebrate Christmas. This is weird because Christmas is like his favorite holiday ever. The gifts, the snow, the food, the Christmas caroling - Everything!

Sam chuckled to himself. If Blaine was here he would have told him that this year wasn't his fault and that it would be better next year.

Yeah right. Like anything had ever went his way.

"Sam?" Mary Evans asked interrupting his thoughts earning Sam's attention. His mother's worried expression was clearly shown on her face. "Sammie what's wrong? You're not eating your food."

Sam looked down at his plate. His mother had cooked a delicious meal and Sam was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't even bothered to take a bite.

"I've noticed that too." His father announced "Son if there's something wrong you should tell us."

Sam fretted. He couldn't tell his parents he was feeling bad because of the lousy year he had. It would have made things worse and his parents would start blaming themselves since that's what they always did. When he told them about his SAT results his mother went on and on about how she should have studied more with he and his father only blamed his financial situation and that he would have gotten him a personal tutor if he could afford it. This was why he decided he wasn't going to tell his parents anything. He couldn't take the amount of guilt he would be faced with when his parents starts blaming themselves when the only one to blame was himself.

"Mom … Dad. Please stop worrying I'm ok. I'm just not hungry that's all."

"But it's your favorite meal." His mother stated.

"I know but I'm just not in the mood." He said and gave his best fake smile. At least it wasn't a total lie. He really wasn't in the mood. His parents seemed satisfied with his explanation and his mother directed her attention to an angry Stevie who was now complaining about Stacey stealing a slice of pork loin on his plate.

"Stacey did you take your brother's pork loin?" Mary quizzed his youngest daughter.

"No mommy, Stevie's lying." Stacey replied trying to prove her innocence by showing off her adorable puppy eyes that only a 6 yr old can pull off.

"No I am not! Look the evidence is all over her mouth!." Stevie defended himself.

"Okay you two calm down. Stevie I'm going to the kitchen to get you another slice pork loin. Would you like that?"

Stevie scowled. "Yeah whatever."

"Good. I'll be right back." And his mother got up from the table and ambled towards the kitchen. Stacey made sure mom was gone and that dad wasn't looking before she stuck her tongue out at Stevie. Stevie only reacted by doing the same and then it shortly became a stuck out tongue war between the two. Sam giggled at the scene but his depressed mood was still there.

"Dad?"

"Yes son."

"I'm heading upstairs now." Sam said setting his fork down on his plate and getting off his seat. "Please tell mom how grateful I am for the meal she made."

Dwight was slightly confused by Sam's odd behavior but he wasn't going to question it. Maybe Sam really wasn't feeling all that well. "O-okay son. We'll be down here if you need anything."

Sam smiled. This time it wasn't fake. Only if everybody had parents like his then the world wouldn't be so cruel. "Thanks dad."

He then said his goodnight and headed upstairs towards his bedroom and collapsed on his bed.

"What a fantastic Christmas this was." He sarcastically remarked. Then a thought came to his head. "I wonder what Blaine is doing right now." Sam smirked. He was probably opening a bunch of expensive Christmas parents his oh so wealthy parents had bought him.

Sam sighed. Life would be so much better if he was Blaine because in reality, Blaine was everything he envisioned himself to be. Smart. Charming. Confident. Everything Sam was not. Why couldn't Sam be that person? Why couldn't Sam be Blaine? Just for one day.

Blaine's POV

Blaine sat miserably on his bed with his head on the wall slowly devouring spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream he took out from the fridge downstairs.

God! Why did he have to spend Christmas alone in this gigantic house? Because his parents had to work busy schedules and couldn't make it this Christmas and Cooper, as much as Blaine begged him , couldn't make it either . Thus, him being alone, sitting on his bed and drowning himself miserably in the bucket of ice cream that lay on his lap.

Nonetheless, this was Christmas. It couldn't hurt for his parents to take a day off work so that they can just spend one day with him together as a family. That was what he asked them but they turned him down flat.

"We would if we could." His mother had told him "but you know we need to work to pay the bills."

Yeah. Like they'll fire you guys if you miss one day.

His father rests a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We will spend Christmas together next year. We promise."

That was their parting words and afterwards, they left. They left him all alone…on fucking Christmas day. They did it on Thanksgiving too but Blaine never thought they would do it on Christmas. Did their job mean so much to them that they didn't even stop to think how Blaine would feel.

Come to think of it, had his parents ever said 'I love you' to him?

No they haven't. They weren't the kind to. They were the kind of parents that would buy you expensive stuff to show their affections. Cooper was an exception though, he would sometimes say 'I love you' whenever the occasion calls for it. Blaine so craved those I love you's. That's why he had told Kurt I love you more times that necessary when they were together because he needed those words to be said back to him. If he wasn't getting it at home he had to find it somewhere else.

Blaine laughed pitifully. Kurt must have thought he was crazy when he proposed to him after the New Directions won Regionals.

You know the saying: 'the worst thing they can say is no'.

Well…it's true. When Kurt told him no it not only sent an arrow through his heart but his dream as well. The dream of creating his own, tiny, family with Kurt. Then he wouldn't be alone all the time. But of course his plan was doomed to fail because even if they did got married he would still be alone because Kurt would still be in Nyada and he would be here until graduation.

Come on Blaine. Stop being so depressed.

He ate his last spoonful of ice cream and set it aside on his bedside table. He would throw it away later. Momentarily, he was too depressed to get up. The ice cream didn't help at all. It just reminded him of the emptiness that was present inside of him -The feeling that no one would ever love him enough. Yeah. That was how he was feeling at that moment.

Blaine groaned. Maybe he should call Sam. Sam was the only person, besides Tina, that never made him feel completely alone and unloved.

That's an awesome idea I should totally call him, Blaine thought. As Blaine was reaching for his phone he quickly ceased.

What the hell are you thinking Blaine? Of course you can't call him. He's celebrating Christmas with his family right now. You can't ruin that moment for him by just calling him up and flooding him with your sad, miserable, toxic life.

He then changed his mind. He wasn't going to call Sam. He couldn't. Even though Sam would want him too if he knew the state Blaine was in.

Blaine then thought about Sam's family. Sam's family always spend each day together and they never once hesitate to say the 'I love you's' to one another and they always took time to help one another when someone needed it. That was the definition of Sam's family. Blaine wished he had a family like that. He smirked and finally got up to throw the empty ice cream bucket in the trash down stairs.

Only if wishes came true.

He walked back upstairs towards the loneliness that consumed his bedroom.

Sam's Pov

Sam was awoken by a loud knock on his door.

"Rise and shine honey. Breakfast is downstairs." His mother called out from the other side of the door.

Sam groaned and shifted so he lay on his back. He covered his eyes when the light through his window shine brightly on his eyes and he squinted. It was the day after Christmas and Sam wasn't in the mood for this day either. Neither was he in the mood for breakfast. Sam lazily sat upright on his bed and scratched his back and glanced at the clock. Damn. It was 10:00am. No wonder his mother woke him because it was already late. He hopped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom to take a bath. He got out of his clothes.

Why did his clothes feel bigger on him by the way? Did he lose weight overnight? Maybe he should have eaten something yesterday. When Sam had gotten rid of the clothes he was wearing he got into the shower and hurriedly switched on the water. As the water hit his body he felt alive at once.

After his shower, he reached for the towel that was hanging on the towel rack and why did he have to go on tippy toes to reach it. Wasn't he tall enough that he can reach it without going on tippy toes? He pulled his orange towel form the rack and wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the shower.

He ambled towards the sink, got his tooth brush and tooth paste and gouged out some toothpaste on his tooth brush to brush his teeth. He began brushing his teeth and looked up at his mirror and was flabbergasted when he saw Blaine's reflection staring at him. He too was half naked and his hair was practically all over the place.

He stopped.

"Blaine…how did you got in here?" he asked.

Blaine's reflection didn't respond. He just kept staring at him. Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he slowly turned his head around to see if there was anybody standing behind him.

There was no one.

He turned back to the reflection in the mirror. The reflection copied his movements. He leaned in closer towards the mirror and poked the mirror a couple of times. The reflection copied again. His eyes widen and the toothbrush in his mouth fell out.

"Oh no….oh God no" His trembling hand touched his hair and he extracted a lock of hair from his head. His breathing increased when he saw the lock of hair that he was holding wasn't blonde and long but dark and curly instead.

"What-The-Fuck!"

No. This-This can't be happening. He was in Blaine's body.

How? Is this even possible. Maybe he was dreaming. Yeah that's right. He was dreaming. That's the only explanation for this. If he pinched himself he would wake up and everything would go back to normal. Sam then closed his eyes and pinched himself very hard that the pain was almost unbearable. He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. Blaine still stared back at him.

"Sam are you okay?" it was his father on the other side of the door. His voice full of concern. "I heard a girl scream."

"Uh…uh…" what should he say? He knew from watching movies like Big that whenever crazy things like this happen you never tell your parents because they won't take it well. If he were to tell his parents or anybody for that matter they would probably laugh at his face or better yet send him to some mental centre because they would definitely think he was losing his mind.

"Son?"

"Ev-everything's fine dad. Tell mom I'll be down soon."

"Is there something wrong with your voice?" His father inquired.

Sam cursed. If he was in Blaine's body of course he would sound like him too. "My throat is kind of scratchy but its okay. You can go downstairs now."

"Um…okay...Call if you need anything" his father sounded unsure but Sam was happy he didn't quiz him any further and left.

Sam breathing returned to normal. No. He couldn't tell his parents but who can he tell.

Suddenly he got an idea; it was almost like a light bulb turned on in his head.

"Blaine." Obviously, he would know exactly what to do. Sam then ran back to his room and took out his cell phone and dialed Blaine's number. It didn't take long for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Uh Blaine….I think we have a problem."

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