Summary: Sam finds more than he had been expecting one Friday Night at the audience of some little theatre off-Broadway: he is so fascinated with the main actor that he knows he needs to meet him. And when he does, everything feels like it was meant to be between them. But Blaine has a boyfriend, someone who is obviously making him unhappy, and it will be up to Sam to make him see there is a world out there to discover. Hopefully with him. BLAM. Not Kurt friendly. Emotional abuse.
A/N: This was inspired by my good friend midlifecrissis when she sent me a song (not showing you yet or it would mean spoilers) and told me "it always makes me think of blam". So I went a little crazy after that and created a whole alternate universe for it, don't even ask me why ;) I hope you like it, honey!
It was supposed to be a OS but you know me, I got a little too carried away so I'm going to need a bit more space... It's not going to be that long, though, I'm guessing two or three chapters.
I hope you enjoy it!
CHAPTER 1
Sam looked again at the playbill in his hands. He couldn't stop doing it: those eyes… Because that was it, the promo picture of the play he was going to see was just of a pair of eyes. But gosh, they were so beautiful… They looked golden but with sparkles of green, and gosh, so round and shiny… And yes, of course he knew they were probably photoshoped –those eyelashes couldn't be real, could they?–, but even though, there had to be some basis for eyes like those… You can't photoshop magnetism, can you?
He had been so attracted by them that he was now waiting in the orchestra of that tiny theatre, waiting for the play to start. It was true that he liked going to see little plays off-Broadway on his free time, because he liked discovering young talents before they became famous. But this time he had to admit he was there ONLY because of those eyes. He didn't even know what the play was about!
He almost got angry when the lights went out –which meant he couldn't keep looking at those amazing eyes– until he understood that meant the play was about to start. But the theatre was so empty he hadn't even realized it was time. Okay, so maybe the play was going to be rubbish, if so few people were willing to watch it. But well, he was already there, better make the most of it and enjoy it. And those eyes were going to be there anyway, right?
Three people came on stage, but Sam immediately identified those eyes: it didn't matter he was a few feet away from them, he would recognize them anywhere because he couldn't forget them. Just as he knew he was not going to forget their owner. He looked young, probably around his age, and he seemed to own the stage. No matter what the other actors would do, whenever Blaine Anderson –according to the playbill– would talk or sing, everybody else faded away into the background. Gosh, that voice… the way he moved, so graciously, especially when he danced… And yet again, those eyes, even from the distance…
Sam doubted he had ever seen such a talented actor before. And yeah, he might be unknown for the moment, but that was surely because he was still so young and it was probably his first job. But give him the chance and he will conquer the world, Sam knew that much. And ok, he might be a bit biased considering he was totally in love with that Blaine –in a completely actor/spectator kind of way, of course– but he knew he was going to hear more about him. Gosh, he really wished he was going to hear more about him.
He had been so concentrated in Blaine that Sam didn't realize the play was over until the lights on the stalls went on again and the few people gathered there started applauding. But applauding didn't seem good enough to express the entrancement Blaine had subjected him to, so as soon as it was his turn to bow, Sam jumped to his feet and applauded as if there was no tomorrow.
Of course it was not easy to go unnoticed amongst such a little audience, and Blaine turned his face to him and sent him a grateful smile that made Sam's heart skip a bit by its sweetness. And he knew right there and then that he needed to see more of that boy. And not in the distant future.
Sam stayed in front of his seat until he was completely sure the actors were not going to come out again, and then he rushed to the theatre's main entrance to make sure Blaine wouldn't leave the place before he did, even if he probably needed to change and refresh himself a bit first. But Sam was not taking any risks, and he was going to meet him for sure that night.
Of course he started getting nervous when minutes flew by, then half an hour, and Blaine –or any of the other actors for the matter– still had to appear. Maybe there was another door for the cast? Shit, if they had left through another door, it was impossible that he would meet the boy that day. And there was no way he could just go home and forget about him after how Blaine had seduced him… and yeah, okay, the poor boy had only been doing his job, but come on! He had to know the effect he had on people!
Just then a couple of girls came out of the theatre, and Sam was glad to recognize them as some of the other performers in the show. So that meant…
Blaine was out of that door only half a minute after them. And fuck, he looked even more beautiful from a closer distance, with his own clothes and his now free curls flying in every possible direction, almost as if he hadn't bothered to tame them after taking the wig of his costume off…
Sam observed how Blaine let his side rest against the wall just outside the theatre and took his phone out. So that meant Sam had to make a move soon or he might end up talking on his phone while walking away from him forever, and he wasn't going to allow that, right?
"Hey" Sam said in the most casual tone he could muster as he came to stand right in front of Blaine, trying not to look too intimidating to the surprised actor.
"Hey" the boy answered with half a smile, looking questioningly at Sam –and obviously recognizing him from inside. "You were in the audience"
"Yeah" Sam answered, almost blushing at the idea that wonderful actor had recognized him.
"Or should I say you were the audience?" the boy answered with a joke, even if Sam could perceive the lack of people in the orchestra kind of stung a little.
"Can I get an autograph?" Sam asked in an impulse, as he hadn't rehearsed what he intended to say beforehand but he wanted to make that boy feel better somehow.
"Really? I mean, sure" the actor answered as he put his phone away back in his pocket to give Sam his whole attention, and he looked so surprised and excited at the same time that Sam had to smile at his adorableness.
"Here" Sam said while handing him a pen that fortunately he had on his backpack and the crumpled playbill still in his hands.
"It doesn't look too professional to tell you this, but it's the first autograph I've ever signed"
"Come on, I can't believe it"
"Well, do" the boy answered with a chuckle that sounded more honest this time before offering his hand for Sam to shake in a strange combination of politeness and warmth. "I'm Blaine"
"I know that" Sam joked, pointing at the playbill before strongly reciprocating Blaine's handshake. "Sam"
"Nice to meet you, Sam"
"Your first fan"
"Yeah" Blaine agreed with a shy smile that this time seemed to illuminate his whole face.
They fell in a strange silence after that, both of them smiling awkwardly without knowing what to do. Of course Sam had been more ready for that encounter than Blaine, considering he had been waiting for him for more than half an hour, so he recovered first and rushed to find a way out of the slightly uncomfortable atmosphere.
"Listen... if you're not in any hurry, maybe we could grab a sandwich or something. You haven't had any dinner yet, I'm assuming"
"Oh, that's very nice of you, but I can't" Blaine answered with that adorable shy smile of his, and Sam could tell he was really sorry to refuse. "My boyfriend is supposed to pick me up any minute now, so..."
"Oh... oh, ok" Sam answered, trying to feign he didn't feel as if a bucket of ice cold had fallen over him.
"So... thanks" Blaine said, again offering his hand to Sam. "For the support, I mean"
"No, thanks to you. This will probably cost a fortune someday" Sam joked as he shook the playbill in front of him, his heart warming at the little laugh it elicited in the other boy.
"Yeah, I'm sure of that"
"Well, see ya" Sam deliberately said, not wanting to say goodbye even if he knew he would probably never see that boy again and it was stupid.
But when Blaine smiled again at him, it made sense all of a sudden. Because he would give anything to see that smile again.
Feeling kind of dejected, he decided he didn't want to go home yet. It was Friday, after all, and his apartment felt so cold and empty sometimes... Maybe he should stop and grab a bite somewhere, even if it was on his own. After all, he wasn't in any hurry and he needed to have dinner anyway, right?
He saw a sandwich place just across the street and made his way there. And once he got his order and went to sit next the window, he was surprised to see Blaine still at the door of the theatre. He seemed nervous, and wouldn't stop looking at each side of the street. He was clearly waiting for someone –his boyfriend, Sam reminded himself more than a little bitterly–, and that someone seemed to be getting late.
His sandwich forgotten after only a couple of bites, Sam couldn't keep his eyes away from that boy, that mysterious, talented and gorgeous boy who seemed to be getting sadder and sadder with each passing minute. Sam debated with himself if maybe he could cross the street and go to him again: with a bit of luck, he would be able to make him laugh again, which was probably the most beautiful sound Sam had ever heard. And he would die if he was able to replace that ugly frown on his forehead with one of those smiles that seemed to light the whole street.
But he doubted Blaine would appreciate it. After all, he had made it clear he was waiting for someone. And Sam appearing again after a while, claiming he only wanted to make him feel better, would let Blaine know he had been observing him all alone, and that would make him look too much as a stalker. The last thing he wanted was to scare Blaine away.
He hadn't even decided what to do when he saw Blaine looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the fifteen minutes Sam had been watching him, but this time he brought it to his ear. Obviously nobody picked it up, as he took it off his ear with a sigh. Sam felt horrible for him, as it was quite obvious he had been stood up. But who would stand up someone like him, Sam wondered. People were mental nowadays, there was no other explanation.
Blaine tried to call a couple more times, and in the third it seemed like he was finally having a conversation. Although it wasn't really so, because he was trying to speak when the other person was so obviously not giving him the chance. Sam would say they were fighting, but it was not even that, considering Blaine was not given the chance. And by the way Blaine stared unbelievably at the screen a second after that, it was quite clear that the person at the other end of the line had hung on him.
Sam's heart broke at the sadness emanating from the boy, both from his defeated expression and the way his shoulders, which had been up and proud when talking to him only a while ago, were now hung so low it made him look even smaller than he really was. And he had to watch as Blaine sighed, almost as if he was stopping himself from bursting out crying right there and then, and finally left the place on his own.
And far from making Sam lose any interest on that boy, only convinced him that he desperately needed to see him again and get to know him better. And make him look as happy again as he had done only a few minutes ago while talking to him.
Sam made sure to sit in the same seat of the orchestra he had sat on the week before that for two reasons: one, there were only two seats together there, and it was highly improbable someone would sit next to him –considering there seemed to be even less people than the first time– so he could totally concentrate on Blaine without any kind of distraction; and two… well, maybe it would be easier for Blaine to remember him if he was in the same place, right? Because Sam was going to make sure he noticed him again, he could be sure of that.
Sam could hardly sit still with anticipation when the lights went off and he knew he was going to see Blaine again. He had been thinking about Blaine every minute of every day for the whole week it had taken him to get some time off to see him again. Had even dreamed with those eyes and that smile a couple of times –and they had been the sweetest dreams he had ever had for sure!–. And now he was going to see him again.
He tried to contain his excitement when Blaine appeared on stage, although he couldn't help but to smile as soon as he got to see him. Sam preferred him in his own clothes and style, but he looked so beautiful anyway in that outfit… How he had survived a whole week without seeing him was a miracle.
He thought his heart was going to stop when he felt Blaine's eyes fixed on his all of a sudden. Sam tried to remember if that was part of the show, but by the nudge on his ribs Blaine received from the actress next to him, Sam was sure he had really missed his cue to speak at the surprise of seeing Sam there again. But he was a professional, and he immediately recovered from shock and continued with the show. And he was even more brilliant than the week before.
And this time Blaine didn't only smile at him when Sam stood up to applaud during the curtain call, but he winked his eye at him in recognition and appreciation for his support. And Sam thought he was going to die from it.
And that's how Sam found himself waiting at the door after the show again, equally anxious but for different reasons: this time he didn't need to worry about Blaine leaving through any other door; but this time he knew everything Blaine could make him feel with only a kind word or a smile. And that excited and scared him in equal parts.
Blaine appeared much sooner than the other time, and Sam tried not to think that maybe that meant that Blaine was hoping to see him again too.
"Hey" Sam said as soon as Blaine appeared at the door.
"Hey!" Blaine happily responded, looking genuinely glad to see him even if his smile was still kind of shy. "Don't tell me you already sold the autograph and you're coming for more"
"Oh, no, I have it well-kept" Sam answered with an easy and wide smile, but he couldn't help it: he always felt like smiling when Blaine was near.
"I can't believe you came to see this again" Blaine commented, and Sam could sense it was more to have something to say than anything else, which told him that the actor didn't seem in any rush to lose sight of him if he was trying to engage him in a conversation.
"And why not, considering I loved it the first time?" Sam answered, being completely honest even if it looked as if he was just trying to flatter the other boy.
"Ok, I find that hard to believe" Blaine said with a chuckle, even if Sam could see he was not joking and didn't think someone could find him or his play that interesting. "But thanks anyway, that's very nice of you to come back"
Sam got lost in Blaine's smile for a second without realizing it, praying for time to stop so he could keep enjoying his warmth and that sweetness he seemed to emanate from every inch of his golden skin with each word he said. Suddenly feeling as if he was going to die if he got lost sight of him too soon, Sam gathered the courage to ask him to hang out with him again, hoping he wouldn't be rejected this time –if his jerk of a boyfriend hadn't started behaving nicely all of a sudden.
"Listen, I don't want to look like a stalker or anything, but... the offer to grab a bite still stands, if you want to" Sam said, as casually as he could manage so as not to scare Blaine away, but he could still see him looking doubtful. "I promise you can trust me"
"I know that" Blaine replied in an instant with another one of those warm smiles of him, so Sam wondered if his hesitation came from other reasons... probably his boyfriend. But it was not as if Sam had asked him out on a date, right? "Ok, why not? Having my own stalker sounds like I'm already making a name in the business"
Sam let out the biggest laugh without even meaning to, and he thought he was going to melt when that elicited a small but happy chuckle on the other boy. Blaine was sweet, funny and unbelievably charming, but he didn't seem to know. Which only made him all the more beautiful to Sam's eyes.
"They make the best sandwiches just right there" Sam said, pointing at the place he had been to the week before, hoping it wouldn't look too lame to Blaine, since he really knew nothing about his tastes.
"Oh really? I have never been there, even if it's just in front of work" Blaine replied, apparently quite satisfied with the choice, to which Sam sighed in relief. "I'm kind of starving, to be honest"
"Oh, then we are really going to the right place" Sam answered with a smile as he motioned in a very gentlemanly way for Blaine to start walking. "You're gonna love it. And it's on me"
"No, Sam, I…"
"It's funny, because I don't remember asking for your opinion on that"
And just by the way Blaine smiled yet again in that shy way that suited him so much, it was all worth it.
"Gosh, don't ever take me to a place like this again, choosing the right burger was a nightmare!" Blaine joked, laughing at his own joke in such an adorable way that Sam couldn't help but to laugh along with him –and he didn't even want to think about Blaine's hint that they could hang out some other time.
"I see you take things very seriously" Sam teased him as he picked up a table near the window, standing aside for a second so Blaine would choose the side he wanted to sit on. "For a moment there I thought you were going to start writing a list with the pros and cons of every single sandwich"
"Don't laugh at me" Blaine protested, though the wide smirk in his face clearly belied his real feelings on the matter. "I don't go out a lot, I just didn't want to risk making a mistake"
Sam decided not to comment on the fact that Blaine said he wasn't usually going out for dinner and focused instead in Blaine's excited eyes as he waited for their food, having just ordered what they wanted at the counter –and Sam had paid for it, even if Blaine had insisted like a million times not to do it, because making Blaine smile like that was becoming kind of a goal for him, even if he had to survive on bread and cheese for the rest of the week.
"Thank you again, by the way" Blaine tenderly said, almost as if he was reading his mind. "You didn't have to do it, you know"
"Well, it was my idea, so it's the least I could do" Sam tried to diminish the importance of it.
"It's not like you had to force me to come" Blaine replied with a chuckle. "I'm glad to be here"
It took Sam almost a whole minute to find his voice again after Blaine's comment, made so casually even if it meant so much for Sam. Because after dreaming with him the whole week, having dinner with that amazing boy seemed too good to be true… and Blaine's sweetness wasn't making it any easier.
"So where are you from?" Blaine asked, trying to begin some conversation –or maybe he really wanted to know more about Sam, he didn't know.
"I was born in Kentucky, and my family live there right now, but due to my father's work the truth is we moved a lot when I was just a kid" Sam explained with ease, even if usually it took him much more to get to trust anyone enough to explain much about him. But Blaine seemed to make it all so easy…
"Does that suck as much as I think?"
"Yeah, well, it's hard finding your place when you don't stay in the same place for more than a year. That's why I moved here as soon as I was off age, so I could start building something on my own"
"And you like it?"
"Yeah" Sam answered without hesitation. Because being in New York had given him the chance to meet Blaine, even if he still didn't know where that was going to lead them. "New York is very cold and unfriendly sometimes, but… I guess you just gotta meet the right people"
"I guess. I… I haven't had the chance to meet a lot of people since I moved here, you know?" Blaine confessed, with a slightly sadder expression in his face, and it made Sam wonder why that adorable boy seemed to be so lonely, when he was clearly a very friendly and loveable person –maybe it had something to do with his stupid boyfriend, the one who had stood him up only a week ago?–. "But I love New York, I was born to end up here"
"And where are you from?" Sam asked, desperately needed to know every little detail about Blaine's life.
"Ohio. But I'm never intending to go back there, so I'm totally a newyorker now"
"You don't have any family there?"
"Well… not anyone I want to visit anymore" Blaine answered, kind of evasively, but the strange aura of sadness that was suddenly surrounding the boy made Sam want to wrap him up in his arms and never let go of him again. Of course he didn't, as he didn't think Blaine would find it appropriate giving they were just getting to know each other.
"I'm sorry" Sam said, daring to rest his hand on Blaine's across the table as a gesture meant to reassure him.
"It's okay" Blaine answered with a grateful smile, even if it still felt kind of sad. "I have a brother, even if we don't see each other much because he lives in Los Angeles"
"But you have your boyfriend now" Sam added, desperate to getting him happy again even if he was dying with jealousy at just the thought of someone else being the owner of Blaine's heart.
"Sure" Blaine answered with a snort that sounded more sarcastic than honest to Sam.
But before he could even think to question Blaine about it, the waitress appeared and gave them their food. And when Blaine's face lit up again because of it, he didn't have the heart to make him sad again, so he refrained from commenting about it.
"Gosh, you were right, this is amazing" Blaine said after biting on his burger and making all kind of sounds of pleasure, Sam smiling fondly at him even when he made an adorable mess with a bit of sauce that ended falling on his plate. "Sorry"
"No, please, I'm glad to see you're really enjoying it" Sam answered, and he didn't even seem to notice how his thumb moved to the corner of Blaine's mouth to clean some ketchup there until the shorter boy slightly blushed at this actions.
"There's nothing glamorous about me now, I bet, huh?" Blaine joked with an embarrassed smile –if it was because of the mess or Sam's attentions, the blond didn't honestly know.
"It's better this way, I'm a very down-to-earth guy anyway, I prefer to keeps things simple" Sam answered in all honesty: as if his crush on that boy wasn't big enough, he had to go and be authentic and spontaneous and funny like that, didn't he?
Blaine looked intently at him for a second, as if he was trying to read his mind and understand what was going on behind Sam's words, but he was too well-mannered and considerate to stare, so he decided to change subjects instead.
"So tell me, Sam, how do you end up in a play like this twice in a week?" he asked, looking genuinely interested in the answer. "There is really nothing more interesting to see? Maybe you haven't noticed this is New York. You ever heard about Broadway, maybe?"
"Well, I thought it would be nice to see it again. You know, to catch all the details and the deepness I was sure I had missed the first time"
"And did you catch them?"
"Not really. I was more caught up on your performance, to be honest" he confessed, as he was still in awe at all the talent hidden inside this small boy. "You're... something else, you know?"
"Oh come on, if I was I wouldn't be in a play like this, don't you think?" Blaine answered, and Sam was glad to see him blush at his appraisal, even if he didn't seem to be as proud about his work as he should –considering he was pretty much perfect, as his play was.
"Excuse me, I beg to differ with that!" Sam contradicted hi, playfully annoyed. "It's a great play, the fact people out there doesn't know doesn't change that. And you were the best of it"
Blaine tried to say something, but he didn't seem to find his voice and just laughed instead. He seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with Sam with each passing minute, having an interesting conversation while they had dinner and got to know more about each other and about everything they had in common. But then Sam would complement him and all of a sudden he was blushing and without being able to find his voice. As if he really wasn't used to have nice things said at him. As if he didn't know how to take a compliment. But the way he blushed and changed topics was so adorable, that Sam didn't have any intention to stop complementing him any time soon. Besides, he really felt what he said, and he had never been a liar.
"How did you even end up seeing it the first time anyway?" Blaine asked, and this time he seemed more curious about the answer than just trying to make conversation.
"Ok, you're going to think I'm a freak, but… I like going to see little plays off-Broadway like this to support young artists who are just starting. I feel like I'm contributing to their career, in a way, and as an artist myself I like to think they're given a chance"
"Wow, that's really nice of you" Blaine exclaimed before he could stop himself, looking in awe at the young man in front of him. "So you're an artist?"
"Oh, maybe I overrated myself, really. I just sing and play the guitar on this place on Saturdays, but I'm not really making a living out of it, so I have to work as a fitness trainer in a gym, can you believe that?" Sam explained, feeling so comfortable and at ease that he felt like he could keep explaining every little detail of his life to the amazing boy in front of him. "Hey, maybe you can come and see me sometime. You know, so you can support me too?"
"I have to perform on Saturdays" Blaine lamented, and Sam was glad he seemed genuinely sad he was going to miss it. "But gosh, I would love to hear you"
"Maybe someday" Sam suggested, hoping that if he said it, somehow it would become true.
"You'll have to do a private show for me" Blaine casually answered, until he realized what he had said and he ended up blushing more furiously than he had done until then. "Gosh, that sounded horrible, I'm sorry"
"No, of course not" Sam replied, laughing at Blaine's blush and naivety.
"I still can't make a living out of my performances yet, either" Blaine continued, trying to change subjects. "I study in the mornings, work on a little shop on the afternoon and perform in the evenings"
"Wow, you must be exhausted" Sam exclaimed with deep admiration, considering he could hardly put one foot in front of the other after his normal working day.
"Most of the time, yeah" Blaine admitted even if he shrugged his shoulders as if to say it wasn't such a big deal. "But I'm already on my last year at school, so soon it will be better"
"And what do you study?"
"I study in NYADA, musical theatre"
"That sounds amazing!" Sam almost yelled, surprised at the fact that the sweet and simple boy in front of him would attend such a prestigious school –but then he shouldn't be surprised, as he had been a witness of how talented he was. "And you're already performing in a play, even before finishing your studies? That's kind of awesome, you know"
"I was lucky, I guess" Blaine answered with a shy smile, obviously trying to diminish the importance of it.
"I think it has more to do with talent than luck, but ok" Sam answered, marveled at Blaine's modesty.
Blaine seemed to be left speechless for a moment again and Sam couldn't help but to love the fact he had that power over him. It also pained him, because it seemed as if Blaine wasn't used to having someone around who reminded him how amazing he was. And if he gave him the chance… Sam knew he would love to be that someone from then on.
"Gosh, look how late it is" Blaine's voice brought him out of his reverie when the shorter boy almost jumped with surprise when he got to see his watch. Had they really been so comfortable with each other that they had completely forgotten about time? "I really should get going, before Kurt makes it home"
"Your boyfriend?" Sam asked, trying not to show how irrationally jealous he was suddenly feeling, and Blaine nodded as an answer. "Why, you have a curfew or something?"
"No, but we don't have that much time together, so… he likes it when I wait for him at home" Blaine answered, and suddenly he didn't sound as comfortable and honest as he had done all evening. "Well, Sam, I had a really good time. Thanks for the dinner, by the way"
"Oh, it's okay" Sam dismissed him with a wave of his hand, feeling he had never spent any money in a better way than making Blaine happy –even if it was only for a little while.
"Maybe I can buy next time" Blaine answered in a blurt, but then he almost blushed when he realized he was assuming things too quickly –and Sam thought he couldn't get more adorable, because if he only knew how much Sam wanted to see him again... "I mean, if you want it to be a next time, of course"
"Of course I do" Sam rushed to answer, not wanting Blaine to feel rejected for even one second. "Maybe I can come another day after your play so we can grab a bite again?"
"You don't want to see the show again?" Blaine joked with a chuckle that warmed Sam's heart to no end.
"Oh, I'd love to, but I really can't afford going to the theatre every week"
"Oh, I was only joking, you don't need to..."
"No, I'm serious. Believe me, I would love to see it again" Sam explained with a longing sigh that really seemed to get Blaine.
"You really mean it?" he asked, his eyes even huger than usual with awe –and that boy definitely had no idea how especial he was, Sam determined.
"Yeah"
"You know, I can always get you a ticket... It's not like we have a full house every night, you know?
"You really could? Next Friday?" Sam quickly replied without giving Blaine the chance to regret.
"Yeah, sure, no problem" Blaine answered with that sweet smile of his before he handed Sam his phone. "Here, put your number in my phone. I'll let you know when I get it"
Sam doubted he had ever felt more excited, or even happier, than while he got to save his number on Blaine's phone. Because he had asked him to. Because Blaine wanted to see him again. Because not only was he going to see his play again, but he was getting him a ticket himself to make sure he wouldn't miss it. Because they would have dinner together again after it.
"Thank you" Sam said as he handed the phone back to its owner.
"Thank me? Thank you for wanting to watch the play for a third time!" Blaine exclaimed in total admiration as he got up to put on his jacket. "And for the dinner, really, that was very nice of you"
"I only did it so you would feel obliged to meet me again" Sam answered, only half joking.
"Then you didn't really need to do it, you know" Blaine replied with a warm smile that made Sam feel as if all his life had been leading him to that moment, to meeting that person that seemed to be turning his whole life upside down without even trying. "I'll see you next Friday"
Sam stood up to say goodbye and was surprised to be engulfed on Blaine's embrace immediately. But even if he was not expecting it, his arms moved on their own accord to close around the other boy's smaller frame, pressing him to his chest probably more than necessary for a first embrace. But he couldn't help it, Blaine seemed to fit so perfectly between his arms and he felt so warm and comfortable like this…
"Bye" Blaine said with a last friendly pat to Sam's back before he hurriedly left the place, probably a bit embarrassed about his own display of affection.
It wasn't until Blaine had already left the place and Sam sat down again than he realized he hadn't even said anything. Hadn't been able to even find his voice after the way their bodies had melted together for a moment, after all the emotion that had broken loose in his heart after having that wonderful boy pressed against him for a few seconds. And gosh, that was quickly getting out of hand…
He knew he shouldn't be expecting anything out of it. Well, except a nice friendship with a wonderful person, which was not a small thing. But he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit he wanted something more. And would it be too crazy to think it could happen, after how easily they had connected, and how they both seemed to be dying to meet again?
Or at least he was. Because Blaine had a boyfriend. No matter how much Sam wanted for something more to happen between them, Blaine was not alone and he was supposed to be in love with another man.
But… was it Sam's imagination or Blaine's relationship didn't seem to be going that well? Only a week before he had had to see Blaine leave the theatre in the verge of tears because his fucking boyfriend had stood him up. And the couple of times Kurt –that was that douche's name, right?– had appeared in the conversation, Blaine had looked uncomfortable, or even sad, right? Could that mean… that maybe… there could be a chance for Sam after all?
And yeah, he thought as he drank the last drop of his beer so he could get going too, he was well aware he had only known Blaine for a week, that it was the first time they had had a deep conversation. Or even a conversation at all. But… it had been special, he knew that much. The way they had clicked, and how Blaine made him feel safe and comfortable with his sweetness and the warmth of his smile –something that hadn't happened to him before… It just made him feel that Blaine was the right one for him.
He only wished he could make Blaine see he was the right for him too.
A/N: So? Does it sound interesting?