Okay so with this I did what I've wanted to do for a while and put my iTunes on shuffle and just clicked play. I said I would write a story with the title of the first song that played.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and this is purely fictional. The right for the characters remains with the creator and I in no way suggest any sort of ownership of them. Fiction is just for fun.

Best Of Me

It took Blaine a lot of cold showers and some strong right hooks to the punching bag to forget about the "Men of McKinley" calendar. Although it wasn't really the calendar he was trying to forget. It was Sam. Sam spending almost the entire week walking around shirtless and giving seminars on how to look good and that body image is man's game too. As much as Blaine hated what Sam was selling, it was the truth. Men needed to look good as much as women.

Blaine was in the locker room working the bag repeatedly, sweat pouring down his forehead and soaking the floor beneath him. He'd worked out occasionally in the past, usually when he was annoyed, but since Sam's little pep talk the previous week he had felt the need to be in the gym everyday working over the bag or doing sit-ups like a steroid pumped freak. He would never take steroids though, that wasn't Blaine's style. Most people, when looking at Blaine, would assume he had never worked out in his life. This was because Blaine was little Mr Perfect who always dressed immaculately, with his pinched up bowties and his little sweater vests, that most people couldn't imagine him shirtless and throwing his fists at some swinging bag.

"You're still here?" Sam entered the locker room and sat down on one of the benches. He'd seen Blaine a few hours ago when he came in to change but he hadn't expected in the slightest for Blaine to still be there. Sam was the exception to most rules. Most people didn't spend longer than two hours working out, Sam usually spent at least three. Most people didn't strictly monitor their diets, Sam couldn't eat anything that wasn't on his schedule. It was the price Sam paid for having the most amazing body at McKinley, and it was that reason why Sam was not even slightly afraid of showing off his killer abs or pecs.

"Yeah, just thought I'd tone up a bit." Blaine emphasised by tapping his stomach. Sam was a bit confused, there wasn't much there to tone up and what was there was already tight enough.

"Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit on the work-out?" Blaine was still punching the bag so Sam had to step in the way just to make him stop. Blaine was angry but stopped anyway. He undone the supports from around his wrists and threw them into his bag.

"Don't you think you're being a bit hypocritical?" It wasn't like Blaine to snap but something inside his head had just been working overtime recently and it made him on edge most of the time. He'd nearly snapped at Tina a couple of times but that was probably called for, she had been a bit clingy recently. But hadn't Blaine done the same to Sam? Or was it different because Sam and Blaine had their "bromance" going on?

"Woah, I was just looking out for you dude. You know if you carried on the way you were you would've injured yourself? You can't punch a bag for three straight hours and pretend that nothing's wrong okay?" Sam was looking at Blaine's back, mainly because Blaine wouldn't turn around. Blaine reached down for the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up then stopped and dropped it. He turned around to look at Sam. "What was that about?"

"What?" Blaine wanted to pretend nothing was wrong but his mind suddenly switched on and told him exactly what was wrong. For weeks he had this unnerving feeling like something was hanging over him but it wasn't until that moment that his brain told him what it was.

"You and your shirt. You were about to take it off and then stopped. Was it because of me?"

"I have body image issues." Blaine lied and turned back away from Sam. For some reason he couldn't hold Sam's gaze for longer than a few seconds without wanting to melt into the floor, or kiss Sam. One of those options was impossible and the other would get him hit harder than the punching bag, so he had to opt for just not looking at him.

"No you don't. Artie has body image issues, that's why he had to wear clothes for the calendar. You don't have any issues with your body. Hell you were just behind me in the line of people wanting to whip their shirts off for the calendar."

"I wish." Blaine said in a low whisper. What he hadn't counted on was how close Sam was behind him. Sam was literally inches away from where Blaine stood and could hear everything he said.

"You wish what?" Blaine spun around so fast he almost knocked Sam backwards. When Blaine recovered his balance he found Sam had his arms gripped firmly on Blaine's biceps and…was he squeezing them?

"What are…" He was shut up by Sam's lips colliding with his. They were soft and tasted like cherry. It wasn't a surprise by the amount of cherry lip balm that Sam used, but it still took Blaine by surprise. Although that could have been the kiss.

When Sam pulled away neither guy knew what to say. There was something between them but it wasn't a normal sort of tension. It wasn't that feeling where you feel deathly awkward, it was that feeling where you want to touch the other person but aren't sure they'll let you. Sam reached out and touched Blaine's bicep again. He had meant to grab hold of it to pull Blaine closer but Blaine pulled away, almost tripping over the bench as he done so.

"What is wrong with you?" Sam was more taken back than anyone and normally the issue here would have been that Sam was straight. Straight guys didn't kiss other guys. Although pretty much all of McKinley had suspected Sam of having varying tendencies. "I thought you wanted to kiss me? You haven't been staring at my body all week just to get work-out tips, I know that."

"It's not you." The words were muffled as Blaine continued to stuff his belongings into his bag.

"Then what the hell is it? You want me one minute so I kiss you and then you pull away and freak out!" It was lucky that no one else was around. If anyone had been in the locker room with them then it would have been a really awkward conversation to overhear, although they were in Glee, they were used to being ignored. This time though Blaine ignored Sam's questions and continued packing. He had a surprising amount of stuff for someone who was just working out. "Blaine! Answer me." Sam put his hand on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine threw it off. He backed away, red faced and angry…no, that wasn't anger, that was…embarrassment?

"How do you think you make people feel Sam?" This time it was Sam to be speechless. It felt like such a random question to Sam but Blaine knew he had a reason for asking it. "You wander around this place like you're God's gift to whoever you choose and you expect people not to notice it?"

"Dude what is your problem? I thought you loved my killer body."

"I do!" It couldn't have been a more surprising comment but the power was when it resonated around the locker room walls and bounced back and they both heard it again. It was Blaine admitting he loved a part of Sam. That he loved Sam.

"Then why are you freaking out!"

"Because next to you, no guy can compare! If I were Brittany or some cheerleader then it would be different because we're not meant to look the same but next to you I just look…" Blaine's words trailed off as tears stung the corners of his eyes. He wanted to cry but he couldn't cry in front of Sam. Sure he'd done it before and without Kurt around recently he had been a complete wreck, but he didn't want to break down in front of Sam.

"You look what?"

"Imperfect." Sam smiled. Blaine still felt the lump in his throat and the burn in his eyes that made him want to collapse onto the floor until the ground swallowed him up. It hurt more now that Sam was smiling. "See, even you know it." He mumbled through his tears.

"I'm imperfect." Blaine shook his head and Sam moved closer to him. He put his hands on Blaine's shoulders, then moved them up to his cheeks and held his head in his hands. "I am. I hate everything about my body sometimes. Everyone does. Is this why you're freaking out? And why you wouldn't take your shirt off? Because you think you look worse than me?" Blaine nodded as a single tear fell down his cheek. Sam kissed Blaine gently on the lips, just enough to reassure him that he was still there. "Look at me and tell me what you see?" Blaine looked Sam up and down, like he had been told to.

"Perfect abs, perfect skin, perfect eyes…" Blaine could have carried on all day. He loved everything about Sam.

"You missed out my lips. They're not perfect. You only see the best of me and not what you should be seeing." Sam leaned in and kissed Blaine again, softly but more sure than last time. "And I don't care about my lips when you're around. When I'm kissing you." It made Blaine smile for the first time since he could remember. "So you shouldn't think you look any worse because I love the way you look."

"You said love." Blaine was well aware that Sam had never said he loved anything specific about him before. It had come as a surprise when Blaine used the word earlier but now Sam was throwing it about.

"You're not the only one who has all these feelings inside of him that he can't tell anyone. At least you've got Tina. Who can I tell about my huge crush on you?" They both smiled knowing Sam's best friend was Blaine and if he didn't tell Blaine there wasn't anyone else for him to really tell. He could've told Brittany but she was a bit too caught up in herself to have realised it wasn't about her. "So can I tell you?" Blaine nodded, his eyes red from crying and his lips missing Sam's. That didn't last long though because Sam kissed him again.

"I love everything about you." Blaine wanted to cry again but this time it was happy tears. He was in the arms of Sam Evans who was repeatedly kissing him and telling him how good he looked. Could it get any better?