"Blaine! Come on, slowpoke!"
The summer air was hot and dry, but that didn't stop the two boys from running after each other. The hidden stream that Blaine thought was only for them grew closer in the distance. The fourteen and fifteen year old, hands clasped together once Blaine had caught up, found the tree that they had met under years ago.
The stream babbled on, and Blaine felt at peace, the whole scene had a soft glow to everything. Blaine sprawled out on the grass, the blades tickling his neck and exposed arms. He heard a splash, he glanced up to see his companion with an armful of rocks.
"Blaine, I bet I could throw farther than you."
Laughing he got up, giving his friend a shove before taking the rocks from his arms. Blaine picked out a nice one, rough edges that was sure to make a splash. Pulling his arm back. he launched the rock into the air, cheering when the rock sailed passed a large boulder a good ways down the stream.
"Beat that!" He said smugly. His friend brushed the light brown hair from his eyes, and gave him a look before launching out his own rock.
Blaine's jaw dropped as he saw the rock hurtle passed where his had gone, and the gloating began. He danced and teased Blaine, and Blaine simply laughed and pushed at him once more before going back to his spot on the soft grass.
Moment's passed and Blaine suddenly felt the ground shift beside him. Peeking an eye open, his friend grinned back at him. There was a chill that suddenly came by, and Blaine shuddered.
"Blaine,"
He wasn't going to talk about it now, was he? He couldn't just leave it and continue to make it a perfect day. He was going to ruin it by talking about it.
"I don't want to talk about it," Blaine snapped out harshly.
"We have to. I leave in a week, Blaine."
He shifted, his body lying almost on top of Blaine's. There was a part in the leaves, and his head became a glow in the sun beam.
"What am I going to do without you?" Blaine whispered, his voice quiet and sad.
Blaine felt a bubble in his chest rise up, and he swallowed back a sob. His friend simply leaned down, touching his lips to Blaine's in an ever so soft kiss.
Blaine whimpered, breaking the kiss and pulled the boy into a tight hug.
"I don't want you to leave, Sam."
Sam Evans smiled into Blaine's shoulder, muttering out a not so understandable sentence. Blaine choked out a laughed and Sam pulled out of their embrace, kissing him quickly once again.
The weather changed. The hot heat turned to an almost freezing cold, sun disappearing and replace by darkness, the only light came from his right. Sam was no longer on top of him, but a good few feet away. A cold wind blew harshly and Blaine shivered, eyes widening when Sam had begun to fade. He tried to run to him but his feet were stuck, like they were glued to the ground.
"Sam! Sam!"
"Sam!"
Blaine Anderson awoke, heart beating at a rapid rate, his clothes drenched with sweat, each article sticking to his body. He let out a loud groan, raking his hands through his hair, biting his lips as Sam's face stayed in his mind, no doubt to linger there for the rest of the day.