"I see you, blondie."
Sam cringed. That cheery voice felt like a thousand knives in a thousand places.
"You thought you could get away that easy, huh?"
Slow cruelty lurked behind his chipper, (dapper) tone. A thousand miles and a thousand hours stretched between them.
"Blaine. Don't."
Walking away after saying something simple and slow like that never made him stop, but Sam tried, he always tried.
"Don't?" Blaine remembered, he followed him. "I'm not doing anything funny."
Sam turned at the wrong moment. Blaine's grin turned those knifes slowly.
"KAA-ZAAAM!"
Sam rolled his clear eyes.
"You were never one for physical comedy, Blaine."
Sam felt those knifes cut deeper the harder Blaine stared. black patent leather shoes clunked on the marble floor as he circled him. That dapper stroll.
"I heard you singing at sectionals."
His tone was warm. Warm blood.
"Me too." Sam mumbled, barely audible over those hard black shoes.
Blaine raised his annoyingly triangular eyebrows and cut further into Sam's skin
"Things have changed, have they not?"
Sam scowled, but it didn't stay on his face for long. He could almost feel that blood, trickling through his teeth.
Blaine knew what his deadly grin could do to him.
The feelings were all familiar.
"Blondie."