A/N: So this started out as a fun little Blamtina fic, but Blaine and Sam had other plans, so it ended up being an angst-ridden Blam fic with Tina sort of as a third wheel. Sorry Tina, I love you! Also drunk!Tina, so yay! Hehehe. This is not part of my "Crashing into You" Series. This fic is canon compliant until the season 4 finale. Song title from the REO Speedwagon song "Can't Fight this Feeling". (Unbeta'ed, so sorry for any errors.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the crazy thoughts in my head.
"Oh, Thank God!" Blaine's mother Laura exclaims as she waves her two young visitors inside.
"Come in, come in. I'm so glad you two could come over on such short notice."
"No problem, Mrs. Anderson." Sam walks in after her.
Blaine's mother rolls her eyes. "Sam, how many times do I have to tell you? My name is Laura. No need to call me Mrs. Anderson. You're my son's best friend for crying out loud."
He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, Mrs. A. I mean, Laura."
"How is he?" Tina speaks up for the first time since they arrived at Blaine's house; concern evident in her voice.
Laura sighs. "He's been in bed all day. I haven't seen him this depressed since the break-up."
Sam and Tina exchange a look but say nothing.
Ever since Blaine proposed to Kurt after Regionals weeks ago and was met with a resounding no; Blaine had gone back to his depressed state. He wasn't eating, he only got out of bed to go to school and he avoided his friends. Sam and Tina were concerned but didn't know what to do exactly.
And then they received a call from Blaine's mom asking them to come over, so here they were. Neither knowing how they could help, but sure that their friend needed them.
"I asked you guys to come over because I have to attend to a family emergency and I really didn't want Blaine to be alone. He's definitely not in any condition to travel with me; not that he would want to, anyway."
Tina nods in understanding. "We're glad to help."
"Oh, thank you honey! I'm so glad my son has you two. I don't know what he'd do without you."
Tina and Sam smile brightly at her.
They're interrupted by a car approaching the house and honking its horn. "Oh, there's my cab. Blaine knows I'm leaving for the weekend, but I didn't tell him you were coming over - thought I'd leave it to you guys to surprise him."
"Sure thing, Mrs. A… I mean, Laura." He corrects himself when she gives him a pointed look.
"Okay, well I guess I'll be leaving now. You have my number in case of an emergency. There's an envelope with money on the kitchen counter and the fridge is completely stocked. Make yourselves at home, ok?"
"Thank you, Laura. Have a safe flight!" Tina beams at her.
"Thank you for keeping my son company. I would have hated to leave him all alone." She looks at her son's friends, eyes filled with tears and she feels grateful and at peace. Her son is in good hands. She suddenly launches herself onto both Tina and Sam and envelops them in a tight embrace that leaves them stunned. They're interrupted when the cab honks its horn once more. Laura releases the two teenagers and sighs. "Fine, fine… I'm going, I'm going." She takes her bag and heads out the door.
Once Blaine's mother leaves they grab the overnight bags they brought with them and climb the stairs up to Blaine's room. Standing in front of Blaine's bedroom door they look at each other; not knowing whether to knock or just barge in.
"Ok, so what now? How are we gonna get him out of bed?" Sam questions giving Tina a weary look.
She sighs. "I don't know. We'll just make it up as we go, okay?"
"Ooh, what if I just give him an extra special dose of my world famous impressions."
Tina giggles. "Sam… just… open the door."
"Alrighty then… here we go."
He reaches for the handle and opens the door slowly. They enter the room quietly not wanting to startle Blaine. They find him under the covers, his breathing even and slow; his hair curly and mussed. They place their bags next to Blaine's dresser and Tina sits down next to Blaine on the bed; while Sam hovers over them. Tina places a soft hand on Blaine's shoulder and tries to wake him up.
"Blaine… Blaine." Her voice soft and calm: "Blaine, it's Tina. It's time to wake up now."
He stirs a bit, lets out a little whine but doesn't wake up.
"Dude, come on! Wake up!"
"Sam!" She hisses at him: "We want to wake him up, not give him a heart attack!"
"Fine, you do it!"
"You're impossible!" Tina quips as she glares at Sam. She turns back to look at Blaine and she's pretty sure he's faking it now and is actually wide awake, but she decides to play along. "Blainey Days… wakey-wakey."
He turns around abruptly; his back to Tina and Sam and hides completely under the covers; becoming the human equivalent of a burrito. "Go away, please!" His voice comes out muffled, but clearly distressed.
"Blaine, we're not leaving, so you might as well get up and hang out with us. We're here to help you dude!"
Blaine uncovers his head and replies: "I don't need any help! I need to sleep forever so I can forget the hurt and humiliation of being rejected by the love of my life!" He covers himself once more and says nothing else.
Frustration gets the best of Tina and she lets out a harsh breath. "Okay… you know what?! This is getting ridiculous. You're gonna stop sulking, get out of bed and let your friends help you out!"
But all they get in reply is a muffled "No, thank you." from under the duvet.
"Fine, have it your way!" And with that she stands up and with all the strength she can muster she yanks the covers from Blaine's form.
"Ohmygod!" She exclaims when she realizes that Blaine is completely naked; lying on his stomach - his perfectly round ass on display. She turns around on instinct as she feels a blush creep through her face.
"Dude, nice ass!" Sam exclaims as he gives Blaine a thumbs up.
"Tina! What the hell?" Blaine shrieks as he feels the cold from the air conditioner hit his naked body. He struggles to cover himself with the sheets and sits up against the headboard.
"I'm sorry! How the hell was I supposed to know you were naked under there?" She apologizes as she hides her reddened face in her hands; her back still turned to Blaine.
"You can turn around now." He tells her once he's covered from the waist down.
She does and looks at him with a sheepish expression on her face. "Sorry." She says softly.
He sighs. "Don't worry about it." All energy gone from his voice; his head resting back on the headboard.
Only then she's able to really take a good look at her friend and she doesn't like what she sees. Blaine's eyes are bloodshot from either not sleeping well or crying and she figures it's probably both. Dark circles under his eyes and he looks a bit pale. It hurts her to see him like this and hopes her plan works out because she really doesn't want to see Blaine looking like a wounded puppy.
(Her plan is simple enough. Take Blaine dancing – along with Sam, maybe have a few drinks; maybe even do some karaoke. In short, do anything they can to cheer Blaine up.)
"What are you guys doing here?" Blaine asks; wishing they would go away and leave him to rot, because he was an idiot to think he could get Kurt back by proposing to him and now all he wants to do is sleep and mourn the loss of his soul mate.
Finally Sam speaks up. "Blaine, I get that you're feeling down. What happened between you and Kurt is still fresh in your mind and of course it's gonna hurt; you still love him. But you can't stay in bed forever, bro. There are so many things to look forward to. Nationals, graduation, our last summer together before we all go our own way. Come on, man!"
Sam moves to sit next to Blaine on the bed and places a strong hand on his naked shoulder. Blaine feels the warmth of Sam's hand spread throughout his body and it goes directly to his dick. He lets out a shaky breath and thinks: Please don't get hard, please don't get hard. He's your friend and he's straight and Tina's here and now is definitely not the time for this!
Tina sits on the edge of the bed by Blaine's feet and gives him a hopeful look. "Sam's right! The night is young and so are we. We should go out! The three of us; just forget about our troubles and have some fun."
"Ugh, I don't know! I don't think I'm up to it. Where would we even go?" Blaine protests weakly; pulling the covers over his chest as he tries to get his breathing under control because Sam is sitting way too close and he thinks he just might pass out from their combined body heat.
"We're going to a club… well, a bar actually. Come on! It'll be fun!" She says excitedly as she tries to coax Blaine to get out of bed.
"Yeah, dude! We'll have some drinks, do some dancing. It'll be awesome!" Sam nudges him as he settles closer to Blaine; not bothered one bit about the fact that Blaine is still very much naked under the covers.
Blaine sighs resignedly. His friends are not letting him off the hook and his back kind of hurts from being in bed all day. Maybe going out isn't such a bad idea after all.
"Fine. Where are we going?"
Tina claps excitedly. "Yay! Okay, so… since we're trying to cheer you up and all; I was thinking we should all go to a gay bar!"
Blaine gapes at her; not sure if he heard her right. "What? A gay bar? But the only gay bar that's even remotely near is… Oh, no. I am not going to Scandals. No way! I've already been there once and it was a disaster! No! Definitely not! Not to mention that it would be totally uncomfortable for Sam." He gestures at Sam thinking he'll be the voice of reason.
"Blaine, it's cool! When I was a stripper I had tons of guys try to throw themselves at me – I mean… look at me; who wouldn't want a piece of white chocolate? Trust me, I'm totally okay with this." Sam winks at him.
"Ugh, fine! Let's go to Scandals!" Blaine rolls his eyes.
"Awesome, dude! I promise, you won't regret it!"
"Okay, where can I get ready?" Tina questions already moving to get her bag.
"Tina you take my bathroom, Sam you can take the guest bathroom and I'll just use the one in my parent's bedroom." And with those simple orders they start to ready themselves for the night ahead. That is until Blaine clears his throat and says: "Um, guys? A little help here?" He smiles shyly and is slightly blushing because he's still naked underneath the sheets and needs to at least put on some pants.
Sam and Tina look at him expectantly until it dawns on them what Blaine is referring to. Sam finds Blaine's pajama pants and throws them at his face. "Never thought you'd be the type to sleep in the nude, bro." He waggles his eyebrows at Blaine causing him to blush; a deep red color starts to spread from Blaine's cheeks down to his neck.
"I've imagined it a million times." Tina sighs.
Both boys turn to look at her. Sam grins as he teases her: "Excuse me, what was that?"
She startles as she realizes what she just said and now it's her turn to blush. "What? I… um. I'm going to go get ready." She scurries into Blaine's bathroom before either boy has a chance to tease her some more.
Both Blaine and Sam laugh out loud at this. "Guess that crush of hers hasn't gone away, huh?" Sam comments licking his lips unconsciously and throwing a look at Blaine that he just can't decipher.
Blaine smiles awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess not." They continue looking into each other's eyes and the mood changes. The awkward fun teasing has turned into something they can't really describe.
Sam clears his throat before he speaks: "Um… Okay, I'm gonna go… you know… get myself all pretty and whatnot. Um…. you should probably do the same. See you later, dude." And with that he grabs his bag and heads out to use the guest bathroom.
As soon as Sam exits his room Blaine lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Oh, tonight is gonna be torture. He puts on his pajama pants, gathers everything he needs and directs himself to his parent's bedroom.
Sam is the first one to finish getting ready. He takes a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror in Blaine's room while he waits for his two companions to come out from their respective hiding places. He's wearing a burgundy dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants that hug his butt just right and a classic black leather belt. He didn't know who he was trying to impress, but he knew he wanted to look nice.
He sits and waits for a while until Blaine comes in and he is left speechless, because Blaine… looks good. Damn good and he knows he's gawking but he can't help it. He feels a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach and his breath catches in his throat.
Blaine is his usual dapper self of course, but there's something different about him that Sam can't really put a finger on. He's wearing a brown dress shirt paired with a brown tweed blazer and a dark green "Dexter" bow-tie. His green and blue plaid trousers are so tight that they might as well be painted on and Sam can't seem to avert his eyes. He feels his heart pounding loudly and he barely manages to make out what Blaine is saying.
"Sam… Sam, you ok?"
"Um, yeah… yeah, yeah! Sorry, dude, just got a bit distracted for a moment there. Looking good man!"
"You're not looking so bad yourself." Blaine smiles brightly as Sam blushes slightly.
"Thanks, man." A comfortable silence falls between them and Sam lifts himself from his sitting place. He approaches Blaine slowly until he's closing the space between them without actually crowding him. He talks in a soft, almost sensual voice that leaves Blaine a bit breathless. "I'm definitely gonna have to keep my eyes on you tonight. Gotta make sure no one steals you away."
Blaine looks up at him and finds himself at a loss for words because - is Sam flirting with him? He shakes his head to get rid of these thoughts because he's clearly imagining things now.
Sam doesn't know what has gotten into him tonight and frankly he's starting to care less and less. He feels loose and giddy and allows himself to soak in all these new feelings because Blaine is right next to him looking way too good and he smells amazing.
Their little moment is interrupted when Tina clears her throat. She's standing at the bathroom door with one hand on her hip and the other resting on the door frame.
"So, what do you think boys?" Her voice sweet and seductive and the boys can't help but stare at her because they have never seen Tina like this before. She's wearing a short strapless black leather dress that hugs her curves just perfectly, a pair of sexy black heels and her hair is styled in gorgeous long waves parted on the side and held in place with a red flower hair pin.
Blaine is the first to speak. "Wow, Tay-Tay! You… lady are a real diva! You look amazing!"
Sam recovers from his shock and blurts out: "You're smoking hot! Damn, Tina!"
Tina preens at the praise and blushes slightly. "Well, are we ready to go?"
Sam and Blaine exchange a look and answer at the same time. "Yep!" "Yeah!"
"I sure am the luckiest girl in all of Ohio tonight." At Sam and Blaine's questioning looks she continues. "After all I have the two most gorgeous guys as my escorts."
"Why thank you, ma'am." Sam responds in is his best southern accent.
She moves to stand between them as they each extend their arms allowing her to link them with her own.
They make their way to the car as they gear themselves for what might be a very interesting night.
They arrive at Scandals and Blaine notices that they've changed the place up a bit. It looks more like a dance club and less like a country western bar. It's still lacking in eye-candy and there are only a few patrons spread randomly around the space. He's hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia as he remembers the first and last time he was there with Kurt. He begins to think that going out tonight was a bad idea, but his thoughts are interrupted when he feels a strong but gentle hand on his shoulder as Sam's concerned voice comes through. "Blaine? You okay, dude?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Just…" He sighs. "Memories, you know?" He gives Sam a sad smile and his eyes shine with unshed tears.
Sam nods in understanding but says nothing. "Come on, man. Let's you get you something to drink."
They find Tina at the bar; drink in hand. She waves them over as soon as she sees them. "Guys, over here!" She hands Blaine a beer and a soda for Sam. "Sorry, Sam."
He shrugs. "No worries, someone has to be the designated driver, right?"
Blaine takes a look at his friends and realizes how lucky he is. His life is definitely not what he had envisioned it would be, but he's certainly grateful to have both Sam and Tina to help him along. "Let's make a toast!"
Sam smiles as he responds. "Ok, bro. It's your night. What should we toast to?"
They lift their drinks as Blaine sighs: "To friendship." Tina and Sam smile happily and echo Blaine's words.
After the toast they each look around them and take in the scenery. There are a few more people than when they first got in, but it's still pretty deserted for a Saturday night.
"Where is everyone?" Sam questions as he drinks his soda.
"It'll pick up soon, it's still early." Tina answers checking Blaine's watch. "Come on, let's dance!" She tugs Blaine's arm and he rolls his eyes as he allows himself to be lead to the middle of the dance floor.
Sam laughs and stays put at the bar watching his friends dance.
As the night progresses the bar starts filling up with more people. Tina, Sam and Blaine find themselves separated and spread all over the space as they mingle among the patrons.
Tina's in a corner with a couple of drag queens that are practically worshipping her. Blaine is at the bar ordering another beer (his third of the night) as Sam keeps a watchful eye on him from across the room.
Suddenly Blaine is approached by a handsome young man. "Hey gorgeous!"
Blaine smiles politely as he takes in the man's appearance. He seems to be in his 20's; tall and slender with brown hair and piercing green eyes. "Hi."
"Name's Bryan." The good-looking stranger introduces himself as he extends his hand for Blaine to take.
Blaine complies as he returns the greeting. "Blaine."
"Cute." Bryan says eyeing Blaine hungrily. "Now, what is such a beautiful boy like you doing here all alone?" He questions as he gives an exaggerated pout.
Blaine clears his throat and starts feeling a bit nervous as Bryan crowds his personal space. "Um, actually I'm here with some friends. They're probably looking for me, so I better go. Nice meeting you." He turns to leave but Bryan's strong hand grips his arm and pulls him back.
"Aw come on, angel. No need to leave me here by myself. Stay and play for a while." Bryan winks.
Sam has been watching the exchange from where he's sitting and starts to feel something he can't quite identify. Jealousy? No. No way. He's just protective of his friend, right? He shakes himself off, chugs down the last of his soda and makes his way to the bar.
He approaches Blaine from behind and wraps a possessive arm around him. "Hey, babe! I've been looking for you." He looks directly into Bryan's eyes. "Sam. Sam Evans. And you are?" He extends his free hand to shake Bryan's own.
Bryan shrugs off his shock and replies: "Um, Bryan. And you are Blaine's…"
"Boyfriend. Right, baby?" He directs himself to Blaine who is frozen in his embrace - too stunned to react at first.
Blaine stammers as he responds: "Uh, yeah. Yeah… This is Sam… my… um my boyfriend." He feels Sam's arm tighten around him; his warm breath tickling his ear and he lets himself melt into Sam's grip for a few seconds.
"We should go; Tina must be looking for us." Sam releases Blaine and interlaces their fingers as he pulls him away from a speechless Bryan.
"Yeah, right. Let's go. Nice meeting you Bryan."
Finally Bryan speaks up: "Yeah, yeah… you too." He turns to leave and mutters under his breath. "Damn, all the good ones are always taken."
They make their way through the crowd until Sam pulls them to a stop. They stand awkwardly in front of each other and Blaine is the first to speak. "Thanks… you know… for what you did back there."
Sam shrugs it off: "Don't worry about it, man. That's what friends are for right?"
They stare into each other's eyes for a moment; neither knowing what to say. Something's shifted between them and that feeling they had back at Blaine's house has returned and neither of them know what to do about it.
They're pulled out of their thoughts when someone accidentally bumps into Blaine which causes him to fall into Sam's arms.
Sam steadies him and only then they realize that they are in the middle of the dance floor. Blaine starts to move away but Sam stops him.
Blaine looks up into the blond boy's eyes with questioning eyes. "Sam?"
"Let's just dance." It's all Sam says as the music transitions from a techno-pop song to a ballad and he moves in closer to Blaine.
Blaine hesitates; causing Sam to ask: "Come on, what's one dance between friends?" His eyes shining with hope.
Blaine nods; he's confused and nervous and doesn't know what to make of all of this but still steps into Sam's embrace and allows the taller boy to hold him as they sway to the music.
For a while it's just them; the synchronized movement of their bodies, their chests against each other rising and falling with each breath and the melodic music overhead. Blaine rests his head on Sam's shoulder and Sam holds on tight - like he's afraid Blaine is going to freak out and just run out of there. When the song ends it takes them a moment to stop dancing. A disco song starts playing and the people around them start jumping up and down, hips gyrating to the beat.
Before either of them has a chance to speak; Blaine spots Tina on the other side of the room. "Oh my God!"
His eyes are wide in shock as he points in Tina's direction. Sam turns to look and he can't believe his eyes. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! This night just keeps getting better and better."
They make their way through the crowd of people on the dance floor and find Tina dancing on top of the bar. Somehow she managed to get her hands on a pink feather boa and is dancing seductively to the rhythm of the music.
"How many drinks did she have?" Blaine asks in Sam's direction while looking up at Tina.
"I don't know! I was keeping my eye on you! Damn it!"
"God, we're like the worst friends ever!"
Tina spots her friends and waves at them from on top of the bar. "Sam! Blaine!"
She tries to get down gracefully but instead just topples over. Fortunately both Blaine and Sam are right there to catch her.
She giggles as she holds on to Blaine tightly. "Blaine! Blainey Days! Bling Bling!"
She's clearly drunk and Blaine looks concerned. "Tay-Tay, how much did you have to drink?"
"Oh, I think like four or five of those fruity umbrella thingies!" She replies as she gets a bad case of the hiccups.
Sam looks at her and frowns. "I think it's time to go home. I'll go get the car; meet me out front."
Blaine nods and holds on to Tina who's having trouble standing straight.
"Blaine, you have like the cutest butt in all of Ohio." She says with drunken smile and Blaine just rolls his eyes.
"Thanks, Tina. Come on, let's go home." He practically has to drag her outside.
She frowns when the night air hits her face. "I don't want to go home!" She whines and Blaine swears she looks like a five year old. "I wanna stay and dance with all the pretty gay boys!"
"Okay, Tina. You can dance with the pretty gay boys some other time. Oh look, there's Sam." Blaine comments as Sam parks in front of them. He gets out and opens the door to the backseat of the car.
"In you go, Miss Tina. Come on." He starts to help her inside, but she stops before sitting down. She looks at Sam through blurry eyes and asks: "Doesn't Blaine have the cutest butt you've ever seen?"
Sam grins as he looks over at Blaine who's blushing as he mutters under his breath: "Oh my God!"
Sam laughs, shakes his head and looks back at Tina as he whispers: "Yes… he does." Tina thinks this is the funniest thing she's ever heard as she laughs loudly and points at Blaine. "See, I told you!"
Blaine can't help but smile a bit before he speaks. "Ok, Tay-Tay. Time to get in the car."
"Ugh! Fine, you're no fun." She pouts as she throws the feather boa in his face and finishes climbing into the car.
Once they have her secure in the backseat both Blaine and Sam get in. Sam starts the engine and Blaine notices that Tina's giggles have suddenly turned into little whimpers. He looks back at her, while Sam looks through the rearview mirror.
"Tina? Are you okay?"
"No! I'm not okay, Blaine! How can I be okay when I'm all alone? I've spent all year making a fool out of myself crushing on my gay best friend! Oh, God! I'm not only a third wheel when it comes to you and Kurt, but I'm even a third wheel between you and Sam." She's wailing now and Blaine grimaces at her cries. "You both looked so cozy slow-dancing in the club. And then I have to ruin everything by making you guys come and rescue me. Good going, Tina! Why won't anyone love me?! I just want to be in love like you and Sam!"
She starts crying hysterically as Sam and Blaine are left speechless. "Sweetie, why don't you just try to rest for a little while?" Blaine asks clearly concerned as he looks back at Sam who is still processing everything Tina just said.
She finally calms down enough for her to slip into a restless sleep.
"Blaine…"
He holds up his hand. "Just… just drive, Sam." He looks out the window as he tries to control his breathing. "I knew going out was a bad idea. I just knew it."
They drive the rest of the way in relative silence; every so often sneaking a shy and awkward glance at each other - serenaded occasionally by Tina's snores.
Back at Blaine's house they manage to get Tina into the bed in the guest bedroom. Once she's tucked in she murmurs in her sleep: "I love you, Blainey Days."
Blaine sighs and places a soft kiss to her temple. "Love you too, Tay-Tay. Sweet dreams."
Once she's settled Blaine finds Sam in the kitchen. He's handed a bottle of water; which he accepts gratefully.
"Blaine…" Sam starts to speak but is interrupted by Blaine once more.
"You know what? I think you'll be more comfortable if you sleep in Cooper's old room. You'll have the whole bed to yourself and everything." He takes a swig of water and waits for Sam's reaction.
Hurt flashes in Sam's green eyes as he registers Blaine's words. In all the times he's stayed over at Blaine's house he's always slept in Blaine's room. At first he would sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag, but once they became best friends they figured bros could sleep in the same bed – no big deal. This is the first time Blaine tells him to sleep somewhere else and it shouldn't hurt as much as it does and he certainly shouldn't make a big of deal out it, but it still happens.
He says nothing, though. He just nods and says: "Fine… whatever you want, man."
Blaine looks up at him and tries not to feel too bad when he sees the hurt in Sam's eyes, but he simply can't have Sam in his room – let alone his bed – tonight. Not after everything. Not after the flirting and the dancing and the mixed signals. It would be too much and he can't deal with that right now.
"I'll get you some clean sheets for the bed." And with that he leaves Sam alone in the kitchen.
They meet in Cooper's old room; Blaine gives the sheets to Sam and turns to leave.
"Are we ever gonna talk about what happened?"
Blaine freezes on his way out and turns around slowly to see Sam looking as gorgeous as ever, but with a pained expression on his face.
"I... I don't think there's anything to talk about, really." Blaine tries to remain calm but his nerves betray him as his voice breaks a bit at the end of his statement. He undoes his bow-tie; opens the collar of his shirt and crosses his arms against his chest.
"Seriously, dude? You're gonna play that game?"
"What game, Sam? Nothing happened; therefore there is nothing to talk about."
Sam laughs bitterly. "Right. If you want to pretend nothing happened, then that's just all fine and dandy."
"What do you want me to say, Sam? You're straight, so nothing could have happened!" Blaine speaks in a whispered yet somewhat angry tone; not wanting to wake up Tina.
"Blaine…"
"No! Enough… I'm not letting you play with my emotions. You must think this is fuckin' hilarious, right? Let's make fun of Blaine's silly little crush! Well it's not, Sam. I thought you were better than that."
"Do you even know me at all? Do you really think I would make a joke out of any of this?" Sam's eyes fill with tears as Blaine's words stab at him like knives.
"Okay, fine. It's not a joke. Then what is this? Were you just experimenting tonight? You know, something to tell the grandkids when you're older?"
Blaine's words stung in a way he's never felt before. How could his best friend think this way about him? How could he think he would play around with his feelings like that?
Sam swallows hard before he speaks – his mouth is dry in spite of the water he drank earlier. "I thought if there was one person in this world that would know me completely; it would be you, Blaine. I can't believe you would say these things to me. Think these things about me. You honestly don't know me at all."
"Fine. It's not a joke, it's not an experiment… then what is it? Because it isn't real! It can't be."
"How do you know? Huh? How do you know it's not real, when you've barely even given me a chance to talk? When all you've done is assume things about me?"
Blaine speaks at this, but it's barely a whisper. "How can it be real, Sam? Do I need to remind you that you're straight?"
Sam grunts as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. "Fuck labels, man! You want real? Huh? Then tell me what's more real than this?"
And with those words Sam launches himself at the other boy; his lips crashing into Blaine's with such force that they stumble backwards until Blaine's back hits the closed door. Blaine's shock doesn't last long as he finds himself gripping Sam's shirt like it's his only lifeline. Sam's hands grasp Blaine's head to keep him in place. The kiss is rough and passionate; each giving in to some primal urge to be closer. Tongues fight for dominance and teeth clash, but it's hot and wet and delicious. They let themselves drown in these overwhelming feelings for a few more minutes until Blaine breaks the kiss causing Sam to let out a little whine in protest. Their breathing is shallow; their lips are wet and red, hands still holding on for dear life. Blaine gives Sam a bewildered look while he tries to figure everything out.
Sam goes in for another kiss, but Blaine stops him with a strong hand on his chest. "Blaine…"
"What is this, Sam?" He shakes his head from side to side. "Things just ended with Kurt, you know how much I'm hurting and now you do this to me? I… I can't deal with this right now! I just can't!" Blaine exclaims as tears run freely down his face. "I'm sorry… I… I have to go. I'm sorry!"
"Blaine, please. Don't."
"I'm sorry, Sam." And with that he manages to escape Sam's grip and head out into the hallway towards his room.
"Damn it!" Sam yells directly at the door; hands holding onto the hard wood underneath. He turns around and falls to the floor; his back to the door, arms resting on his drawn-up knees. And he cries. He cries hard and loud. Not caring if Blaine or even Tina hears him. He cries like he just lost a piece of his soul. He cries and cries because he just realized that not only he loves Blaine with every fiber of his being, but that he may have just screwed up the most important relationship he has ever had.
A/N: So this seemed like a good cut-off point. Chapter 2 will most likely be posted next week.