Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. I just have mini versions of some of them in ym head that like to talk to me from time to time.
A/N: Ok, so before I knew what was going to happen in New York I wrote a bunch of one-shots. This one I wrote after I saw the episode New New York. It's very short but it was a lot of fun to write. I apologize for any errors.
It's only been a few days since Sam and Blaine have moved in with her. So far everything was going smoothly, well, besides Sam's attempts to get her to kiss him, but she didn't really mind those all that much. Plus, she couldn't yell at him for it because he has been playing by her rules the whole time.
He never tried to kiss her again. He's been strictly friendly. He just does things on purpose to get a reaction out of her.
He'll mess up his hair on purpose because he remembers that she told him she found it sexy when it was messy. He will also sit there and stare at her intensely, knowing exactly what his stare does to her.
He had stopped after a few days and ever since, she's been waiting for him to do something, but he hasn't...until now.
She and Blaine were sitting at the kitchen table. They just finished eating and now are drinking their coffee.
Sam walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him as he exits.
The pair at the table freeze and lock their eyes onto the blonde, mouths hanging wide open, forgetting all about their coffee.
He walked into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around his waist, flaunting his defined muscles to the world. His body was glistening from his shower, hair messy, but still dripping.
The duo at the table couldn't help but stare as Sam walked across the kitchen, to open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He turned around taking a sip, and finally noticing the pair watching his every move. "Hey, guys. It's such a great morning." he greeted, smiling at the matching expressions on his friends faces.
She couldn't look away from his body to make simple eye contact with him.
Sam walks closer to the table, "Hey man, you're gonna catch flies if you keep our mouth open like that," he jokes, reaching over and slapping under Blaine's chin.
She hasn't heard a word he said, all she could pay attention to was the single drop of water slowly sliding down his body, until it reached the edge of the towel.
Noticing her expression Sam smirks. He knows very inappropriate thoughts are running through her head as he sees her bite her bottom lip.
She finally notices that he's walking away and as she look at his face, seeing the slight smirk on his face.
As the bedroom door closes behind the taller man, Blaine turns, sharing a knowing look with Mercedes.
"We never speak of this."
"Agreed."
They pick up their cups and continue on with their morning.
A/N: I know... short, but I hope you still enjoyed it.