Blaine walked down the hallway toward the choir room. His bag began beeping, so he stopped to pull out his phone. "Junk mail," he muttered. Blaine deleted the email, but he then noticed a new snap from Snapchat. It was Tina and Sam doing the duckface. Blaine couldn't help admiring how large Sam's lips were. At the bottom was the caption: "Where are you?"Blaine chuckled and aimed his camera for his response. He was shocked to find his bowtie askew. At that point he realized why they sent their snap: he was already ten minutes late for glee practice. Blaine ran down the rest of the hallway and entered the choir room. Mr. Schuester gestured for him to enter as he continued his lesson. Blaine sat in the front row next to Tina.
"Way to be late," Tina whispered.
"I had something really important to take care of," Blaine responded.
"And now," said Mr. Shue, "Blaine might have a very special announcement for all of us?"
"Yes!" Blaine responded. He stood before his classmates. "We all know next week is a very important week. After all, it is... Drum roll please."
Everyone beat their hands against their laps in a build-up of suspense.
"Spring break!"
A round of "Whoo's" ran through everyone.
"So," Blaine continued, "I talked to my grandparents, and they've agreed to let me and my friends spend the week at the Anderson family beach house!"
A much larger round of "Whoo's" spread through everyone. A few stood. Kitty even embraced Marley.
"So who's in for a week of beach fun?"
"Wait," said Ryder. "I have to work, and there's no way I'm getting out of it."
"Yeah," said Tina, "My whole family is going down to Brazil for the week, and I'm never going to be able to talk my way into a trip with friends."
"Well, whoever can come can come," Blaine said, shrugging his shoulders.
"This is great, man. It's going be awesome." Sam had a huge grin on his face.
"I'll put up a sign-up sheet, and whoever is free can put his name down to choreograph rides and such," offered Mr. Shue.
"That's great, thank you." Blaine was relieved everyone thought is was a good idea. "And I hope most of you can make it."
The bell rang.
(One class later)
Blaine was walking out toward his car as it was the end of his school day when he spotted Sam at his locker. As he approached Sam, Sam shut his locker and turned to see Blaine walking in his direction. Sam had just sat his bag down next to him when Blaine's eyes widened. Sam felt a cold rush down his back and through his whole backside. The football players had poured at least four slushies on him. Blaine rushed over to Sam as the guys walked away.
"Are you alright?"
"Well," replied Sam, "I'm really cold. Like really cold."
"Yeah," said Blaine, "They basically got every part of behind you except your arms."
"Do you have any spare clothes?" asked Sam. "I really don't want to go home like this. It's gonna be really uncomfortable."
"Yeah, I have some in my locker. Let's get you cleaned up."
Sam picked up his bag, spared from the ice and syrup, and they began walking to the locker room.
"What do you think of spring break?" inquired Blaine.
"I can't wait!" replied Sam, pumped.
"Are you coming to the beach house?"
"Absolutely! My parents can't afford to take us on vacation otherwise. This is almost a kind of spring miracle. Do miracles happen in the spring?"
"I guess so," said Blain. "Do you want to ride down together?"
"Dude," Sam said as he opened the door to the locker room, "That would be all the more awesome."
"Great," replied Blaine as he stepped into the doorway. "I'll see what clothes I have as you go rinse off."
"Sounds great, pal."
Blaine looked through his gym locker as Sam was in the shower area. He found a few shirts which were barely used and a pair of athletic shorts which would probably fit Sam.
"Dude!" yelled Sam from the showers, which had then started.
"Yeah?" Blaine shouted back.
"Do you have any shampoo? This is not gonna be easy to get out of my hair!"
"I think so!" Blaine searched and found shampoo in his locker. "Yeah, I have it!"
"Can you bring it to me?"
Don't worry, though Blaine, You can do this.
Blaine walked into the shower area to see Sam fully immersed in the water yet smiling at him. Blaine forced himself not to look down, but he knew Sam didn't have any clothes on him.
You can do this.
Blaine crossed the shower room floor, not taking his eyes off Sam's face. Blaine's right hand stretched forward to give Sam the shampoo, and he took it.
"Thanks," said Sam."Did you find any clothes?"
Sam asked this as he turned his head and torso to his right to set the shampoo on a shelf beside him. Blaine looked quickly.
"Yeah, I found a shirt and some athletic shorts."
"Cool," Sam said as he turned back to look at Blaine. "Thanks a lot!"
"No problem," Blaine responded as he turned. Blaine began walking back to the lockers when Sam began again.
"Wait!"
Blaine stopped and turned, keeping his eyes up the whole time.
"You said athletic shorts? Do you have any underwear?"
Blaine was confused. "Underwear?"
"Yeah," Sam responded, "I'm not really a fan of having that feeling when your balls are all loose in public."
At this point, Sam grabbed his balls, which Blaine yearned to see.
But Blaine just sighed. "I can look."
"Thanks, man. You're the best."
Blaine went back to the lockers and mouthed the words "Oh my God" to himself.