A/N Ok, so this is the start of my new Blam story. I hope you will enjoy. Just a note to say it's set just after Love, Love, Love at the beginning of series 5, but after that it's a completely new and original story!

I still don't own Glee. Shame.

Chapter One

As Blaine Anderson lay on the floor of the auditorium stage with his best friend and 'bro' Sam Evans beside him, he sighed in contentment. He had just gotten Kurt Hummel, his soul mate and the love of his life back and what was more, he and Kurt were engaged. He could never have imagined such an amazing outcome as this. When Kurt had come home for his father's test results he dared not even hope of them getting back together. But now they were engaged. ENGAGED!

Blaine could hardly keep still from the mirth that was radiating out of him as he and Sam waited for glee practice to start, but they had come extremely early since they both had a study period and so were the only people present in the auditorium for the time being. Blaine sighed in sheer contentment, loving the comfortable silence that they both could share. When Brittany had suggested Sam as a running mate for him at the beginning of the year beside his campaign for class president he had been annoyed with the girl. He and Sam had never been close, but after working with him on the campaign and the whole Kurt thing they had become very close. As close as any straight and gay guy could be. Sam really was the closest friend he had ever had and he was forever grateful to Brittany for bringing them together.

"Blaine can I ask you something weird?" Sam suddenly piped up into the nothingness, posing the question to the smaller, dark haired boy who turned his head to look at his blonde friend. As his best friend spoke Blaine couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to Sam's plump lips and blushed at the briefest thought of what it might be like to have those soft looking lips pressed against his own.

"What is it Sam? You can ask me anything?" Blaine responded, moving his eyes back to look into Sam's baby blues.

"Well, if everybody in glee were guys and you could chose any one of them to be with and you weren't engaged to Kurt, who would you choose?" Sam blurted out randomly. Blaine's right eyebrow arched at the question. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in my friends head. I mean, how did he even come up with that? What must he be thinking about?

"The truth? And you won't tell anyone?" Blaine gave him his best puppy dog eyes to ensure that Sam really wouldn't share what they had talked about due to his immense guilt at making Blaine think of someone other than his fiancé. He just hoped that it worked.

Sam bought his hand up to his chest and crossed where his heart would be with his finger. "Cross my heart..."

Should I really be honest? Blaine bit his lip, feeling the butterflies start to flutter around in his stomach as his heart sped up a little. Oh God I can't believe I'm about to do this..."You Sam. I would choose you." He sighed, and thanked his lucky stars that Sam didn't appear to be making fun of him.

"Cool. Is that cause I'm hot and we're like best bro's and you want me to do you?" Or maybe not... Blaine groaned audibly and hid his face behind his hands. He wasn't sure he would ever hear the last of his crush on Sam from the boy himself. He was just glad that Kurt didn't know that he had a bit of a crush on his best friend.

"Yeah Sam, something like that." Grinning devilishly as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Sam, he thought he would get his own back. "So, if everybody in glee were girls and you could choose any of us, who would you choose?" Blaine lightly asked, waiting in anticipation for Sam's response. He thought that it would probably be Marley, or maybe Kitty, but there was a little part of him that hoped that Sam would say him. He knew it was stupid, I mean he was in love with Kurt, but the tiniest part of him still had hope that Sam could feel the same way back. Even if it meant he was a girl.

Sam furrowed his brow in deep thought as he pondered over Blaine's question seriously. "I think I would choose you dude. You'd be really hot as a girl. You'd have like all these long, dark curls and stuff and you'd totally have a killer bod. Not that you don't now, it's just...yeah."

Blaine just didn't know what to say to that. He really didn't. Did this mean that Sam thought he was hot in some way? Even if it was subconsciously? Or was it just that Sam really was imagining what he would look like as a girl and had this strange image in his head of him as a girl? "Um, thank you..." Blaine slowly let out, not knowing what else he could say.

"You're welcome." Sam simply replied and sat up as he heard some of the others opening the auditorium doors and descend down the stairs. Blaine watched Sam get up to greet the others as he sat frozen to the spot, a million thoughts flying through his head. If I were a girl he would choose me? He thinks I would be really hot. Oh how I wish I could be a girl so Sam would like me in that way... Jeez, stop it Blaine Devon Anderson, you're with Kurt. You're with Kurt, and you love him. Don't I? Besides you're never going to be a girl so this is a moot point anyway. He sighed one last time before getting up to join the others for glee practice.

Blaine placed his toothbrush back into the holder and looked at himself one last time in the mirror before going to bed. His stubble had gotten to the slightly scratchy, itchy stage that he hated so much but he was too tired to shave again. Besides he would only have to do it yet again when he woke up anyway. He hated that his facial hair grew so quickly. Kurt did not know how lucky he was only having to shave once a week at most. Although Blaine had to hear the endless bitching about it. His hair, now out of the confines of his gel, was wild and unruly. He winced, thinking that he was beginning to look like a homeless person. How did anyone find this sexy? No wonder Sam didn't want a jot of him, he was a freaking yeti! Disgusted with the image in front of him he turned his back to the mirror and padded out, crawling under the covers of his queen sized bed, snuggling under the warmth. His last thoughts before he faded into sleep were of a certain tall blonde with plump lips...