Chapter One.
"I've gotta be honest with you, I don't get it." Sam sat in a booth across from his best friend who was spewing out some dream that he had had the night before. The gears in Sam's brain were grinding harder than he could really control as he tried to process all of the details.
"Uh, okay. Well, it's not important anyways." Blaine smiled as genuinely as his face would allow, catching a side smirk from his blonde headed friend in response. Blaine could tell Sam was a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh feeling bad for putting him in this position. "It was a complicated dream. You know I've been having them like crazy since…" Blaine looked away from Sam and towards anything that would distract him from forming tears in his already cried out eyes. "Since Kurt broke it off."
Sam looked at Blaine, feeling sad for his now close buddy, his pal! Heck, he couldn't help but feel a small appreciation for Kurt's decision to call it quits since it had caused the two to become so close. For whatever divine reason, he felt tethered to the dark headed boy, like he had to be there to protect him and pick him up when he falls.
"Blaine." Sam reached across the table to grab his hand, noticing that it seemed to catch the smaller boy off guard as he instantly darted his attention back to Sam. "It's Summer. Kurt has been gone for awhile-and don't get me wrong dude, I know it still hurts and I know you don't wanna let go, but maybe you should." The look on Blaine's face at this prompted Sam to continue. "I don't mean forget about him or act like nothing happened, but…I mean we're graduated and off to better things. We're 18 year old guys and we're sitting here on my lunch break tearing up about crazy dreams. We should be out havin' fun and enjoying these last few months together."
Blaine nodded slightly, clearing his throat before he spoke again. "No, Sam, you're right. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be such a downer and you've been so patient and such a wonderful friend." Blaine couldn't help but smile when he saw Sam smirk at his compliment. "I need to move on and enjoy my Summer the best that I can."
Sam smiled and stood up to pull his friend into a tight hug. Blaine's heart seemed to skip a beat as he returned the embrace, unintentionally taking in his best friend's scent. He felt creepy feeling this way about someone so unromantically close to him, but it was getting harder to hold back his emotions. He wasn't sure if it was because he was vulnerable, or just the simple fact that his best friend just happened to be the most beautiful being to ever walk the Earth, but Blaine was starting to feel like not being able to have Sam Evans was what was making him feel so empty lately.
"Well thanks for coming by, man. I have to get back to work, but I'm off in a few hours. Superhero movie marathon after?" Sam beamed as he asked the question, knowing Blaine never turns down offers for bro time.
Blaine just smiled and simply nodded, not meaning to blush as much as he felt like he was. "Of course. How could I turn that down?"
Blaine exited Breadsticks, leaving Sam to bus his tables, the reason why most of the same women that were there every day. He thought it was funny how they gawked like they'd never seen a young man clean tables in a tight white t-shirt before. But then again, he understood.
Sam and Blaine had formed a really tight friendship since Sam stepped in to be a good friend in Blaine's time of need after the breakup. They were each other's wingman and support system. They made each other laugh when they were on the verge of crying and Sam's impressions kept Blaine as sane as possible through the stress of the school year. Blaine's favorite thing about Sam was that he made him feel comfortable and safe. He wasn't afraid to tell Sam about guys that he was interested in or secrets that he didn't even feel he could say out loud. It didn't matter what it was, Sam would listen and be supportive. But as Blaine thought about this, his heart sank. He could tell Sam everything, but one thing. How could he tell his best friend that every time he sees those soft and full pink lips, he wants to plant a big wet one on him and never let go.
"Dammit Blaine, be cool. Too corny." Blaine cursed himself at his overly mushy feelings and swallowed a big lump forming in his throat. He felt like he was trapped inside some tragic romance novel, stopping just to look back at his friend working, watching his arm muscles bulge out from his tight t-shirt as he wiped down the vacant table. This was just so unfair.
At home Blaine really didn't have much to do other than clean up a bit around the house, getting prepared for Sam coming over after work. Why did he feel so nervous? He and Sam had hung out several times since they had first become really good friends. Sure, he had found Sam to be a great thing to look at, noticing his appealing features, but until lately his feelings had resided at friendship only. He looked down at his watch. Only a few more minutes until his best friend would be getting off work and heading over to his house for their movie date. Crap…movie bro time he meant…
Several minutes had passed by before Blaine realized there was a knock on his door. He must have lost track of time while he was cleaning. He looked around, noting that everything seemed up to standards, although he knew Sam wouldn't notice if the place had been spotless or a total mess. He casually walked to the door, opening it to see Sam standing on the porch, his famous smirk painted across his face.
"Sam, hey." Blaine moved aside to let Sam enter the room, wincing as Sam flopped his body onto his parent's very expensive antique couch.
"Damn, this couch is as uncomfortable as…um, what's a good word to use for something uncomfortable?" Sam looked back at Blaine, counting on him for a sufficient answer to the word he was looking for.
Blaine couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"Why can't you just say it's uncomfortable?" Blaine walked over and sat down in a chair adjacent to the occupied couch since Sam was shamelessly sprawled out across it.
"This couch is uncomfortable as shit!" Sam looked at Blaine with the most serious face he had ever seen before the two broke out into immediate laughter.
"You know you say this every time you come over here." Blaine watched Sam as he said this, not able to stop noticing how cute he looked when he couldn't keep a grin off his face. His perfect, angelic fa- shit. Stop it.
"Yeah yeah, well, I'm hoping one day if I say it enough, you'll offer for us to go watch TV in your room on your bed instead." Wait…did he just..say…..huh? Blaine's heart instantly pounded in his chest, Sam's statement making him feel cold. "Dude. Are you okay?" Blaine kept blinking his eyes and wondering if he really heard what his friend just said.
"You want us to go to my room?" Blaine finally choked out. Hearing his own voice made him feel like he was a third party in the room, floating out of his own body.
"Why…are you hiding dead bodies in there or something?" Sam raised his eyebrow, showing no remorse for what he was suggesting. This made Blaine feel even more flustered. He was probably just making this whole situation out to be more than it really was.
"N-no." Blaine shrugged and laughed it off. "I just wouldn't think you would be comfortable with us being on a bed together." Blaine felt really stupid for saying that last part.
"Why? I'm suggesting it BECAUSE I WANT to be comfortable. I swear Blaine, sometimes I think I'm smarter than you." Sam smiled and got up and stretched, making his t-shirt ride up his body and expose a portion of his perfectly defined abdomen. Blaine looked away quickly as if he had just walked in on someone getting undressed. He really needed to keep his cool and his lack of self control was starting to eat away at him like battery acid. He knew Sam wasn't always the fastest person to catch on, but he also knew there was no way that his best friend had no idea what he was talking about right now. It's almost like Sam was playing a game with him.
"So…we're going to my room to watch movies. On my bed?" Blaine repeated the plan, mostly just to clear things up for himself. Sam looked at Blaine with a strong expression of disbelief.
"Blaine. I'm normally the one that has to have things explained to them multiple times. Do we need to make flash cards about this?" Blaine playfully pushed Sam on the shoulder and smirked. No! It's fine, we'll go to my room. Blaine played off cool finally, trying to shake himself out of his fantasy oblivion as he nervously reached for a DVD, almost forgetting what he was even reaching for. Watching Sam hurl his body onto his bed made things seem even more real to him at this point. It was something he actually had imagined several times in his head, but seeing the real thing didn't even compare.
"Are you coming?" Sam asked, making Blaine once again realize that he actually was supposed to be a functional human being.
"Uh, yeah. Let me put in the movie." Sam watched Blaine as he made his way over to the DVD player, smirking as he noticed his friend acting noticeably nervous. He was playing dumb, but he knew what Blaine must be feeling. In a way, it made Sam sad. He had tried to play off like this was nothing intended to be a romantic gesture, but it hadn't seemed to help Blaine act any more normal. Sam wasn't in to guys…but it still questionably made him feel insecure and almost…hurt that Blaine was so offended to lay on the same bed as him. He hadn't wanted to make Blaine feel awkward. Yes, he hated that awfully uncomfortable furniture in the living room, but a part of him actually wanted to be in Blaine's room and…lay on his bed with him. It was a strange feeling, but he was starting to regret the suggestion. Blaine obviously didn't see him in that way and he wondered if the thought of them even laying in the same bed repulsed him.
Blaine inserted the DVD and then reluctantly turned around to see that same image that was now burned into his mind. Sam moved over a little, suggesting a spot for Blaine to lay next to him and Blaine quickly glanced over to a chair that was calling his name just next to the bed. Blaine smirked at Sam and walked over to the chair, sitting down and making himself comfortable on it. He at least figured maybe now he could cool down a little and try to focus. He figured Sam wouldn't mind. Why would he want him on the bed with him anyway?
Sam looked over at Blaine, flashing a smile when Blaine made eye contact. He didn't want to show what he was feeling. Hell, he didn't even want to or believe that he was feeling what he was feeling. Why did it make him so upset that Blaine didn't want to even sit next to him on a bed? Was he just upset because it made him feel unattractive or was it more than that?
It had to be the first one.