Summary: The only thing Sam has asked of him was some help to learn how to slow dance in case he was crowned King in their Senior Prom... How could Blaine let his feelings for the blond get in the way so stupidly? Would Sam ever forgive him for it? BLAM.
A/N: I know I should be working on my two in-process fics but... I really needed some break from all the drama theyr'e both fallen into! I needed to go back to the silly fluffy stuff I began with. It didn't come out exactly as I planned, but well... here it is! (BTW, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but it was getting too long so I decided to divide it into two parts). Enjoy it!
CHAPTER 1
Blaine walked down the corridors of McKinley as if he was in a trance. He wasn't talking; he was barely breathing. But that's what happened when the smell of Sam's cologne, mixed with his unique scent, reached his nostrils and invaded his senses until he didn't even know where he was. That cologne Blaine had giving him himself as a surprise one day after Sam had complained he couldn't afford the one he really wanted –and yes, it had cost Blaine a fortune, but the look of amazement and pure adoration Sam had given him as he stuttered while trying to tell him he couldn't accept it had been reward enough–.
What Blaine hadn't counted on, of course, was how his knees would go weak at the scent every time Sam would so much as stand at his side which, considering they were best friends and next to inseparable, happened quite often. And come on, Blaine knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He tried to convince himself that what he felt for Sam was simply physical attraction, because Sam was so amazingly gorgeous, and that's why his smell had that effect on him. But lately Blaine had been noticing that his knees weakened at Sam's presence even if he was not wearing any cologne at all. And he didn't even want to think about what that meant.
He hadn't realized that Tina and Sam, walking at each side of him, were talking until they suddenly stopped and turned to look expectantly at him. Great, they had probably asked him something and he hadn't even noticed.
"Sorry, what did you say?" Blaine politely asked, not even trying to pretend he had been listening because he honestly had no idea about what they had been talking about.
"You okay?" Sam, sweet as always, asked with a hand to Blaine's shoulder, obviously worried about his distracted state because Blaine was usually the best listener in the world.
"Sure, I was just thinking about… tomorrow's history test" Blaine lied, saying the first thing that came to his mind, but Sam's doubtful expression immediately told him he hadn't been convincing enough, though fortunately Tina came to his rescue.
"Well, forget about that and let's think of what's really important" Tina interrupted them while pointing at some poster on the wall. "And that's Senior Prom"
Blaine sighed as he understood what had his friends so excited: in front of him there was a poster about the upcoming Senior Prom, which he hadn't realized it was so close to happening until then –only a week away–. Gosh, he hated proms: from how they reminded him of that time he had been beaten up in a Sadie Hawkins dance, to the fact that there was no way he could get a date for it considering he was the only openly gay guy in McKinley… He didn't even want to think about how he would never get to go with whom he really wanted to go with because Sam was straight, and popular, and oh so hot, so there would be like a thousand girls queuing up to be his date… All in all, Blaine couldn't think of anything which he felt less like doing. And it must have shown in his face, because his friends immediately could read his dejection.
"What's up, Blaine?" Tina asked, looking quizzically at her friend. "You don't want to go?"
"Well…" Blaine tried to find the words to express his thoughts, but Tina beat him to it.
"Oh, come on, I thought you were over those things already, after the Sadie Hawkins dance" she replied, half understanding, half annoyed at his lack of enthusiasm.
"It's just…" he tried again, only to be interrupted once more.
"Well, you have to go!" Tina protested, even putting her hands on his arms to shake him a bit, as if she needed him to react. "I mean, it's our last prom, you know? You can't possibly miss it. And we can go together again, you and I, I think it will be good for me to be seen with the class president if I want to go for queen"
"Tina, can you just shut up for a minute?" Sam interrupted her, not even trying to be nice to the obnoxious girl even if he had managed to stay quiet until then.
"What?" she answered in a clearly annoyed tone.
"Maybe you should let Blaine answer when you make a question" Sam retorted in a protective tone that only melted Blaine's heart a little further –because yes, nobody took care of him like Sam did.
"It's ok, Sam" he intervened, not wanting for his two best friends to fight because of him –which they tended to do more and more frequently, now that he thought about it, even if he couldn't understand why.
"No, it's not" Sam protested, though in a much kinder tone now that it was directed at Blaine. "I obviously want you to go with us, but you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it. We know it's a tough issue for you and we, as your friends" he added, looking pointedly at Tina as if daring her to contradict him, "are not going to pressure you to do something you don't want to do"
"But…" Tina tried to protest, but Sam was not willing to back down when it came to his best friend.
"And that's final, Tina" he interrupted her again, more than a little irritated at her selfish attitude towards Blaine by then. She was a good girl but frankly, sometimes he couldn't stand her and only put up with her for Blaine's sake. "He's not going to go with you just to make you look good"
"Ok, I'm sorry, Blaineydays" she said after almost a full minute of fuming at Sam's reprimand. "Sam is right: of course we know how you feel about proms and I'm sorry I pressured you. I want you to come, but I'll understand if you decide not to"
Blaine felt almost guilty at his friend's apology, because despite the anger she was professing towards Sam at the moment, she looked honest and repentant. And she was right: part of the reason Blaine wasn't dying to go to the prom was the memories those events always brought. But that hadn't been what hurt him the most on the last Sadie Hawkins dance: it was Sam getting all romantic with Brittany, dancing with her all night as he only got to watch. He doubted he could survive that again. But of course he couldn't tell that to his friends, right?
"It's okay, Tey Tey" he rushed to forgive her with a gentle caress to her arm. "I know you didn't mean anything by it"
"I'll meet you guys at Glee club, ok?"
And with that she disappeared down the corridor, probably still embarrassed about her lack of tact and Sam's reprimand, leaving the two boys in front of the poster, each lost in their own thoughts about it.
"Thanks, Sam" Blaine said, breaking the awkward silence between them.
"What for?" Sam asked in his usual modest ways.
"For… defending me" Blaine explained, trying not to blush too much at the thought. "But you didn't have to do it"
"I didn't even think about it, it just came out like that" Sam confessed with an embarrassed smile, though he didn't regret it one bit. "Sometimes I can't believe Tina, she is always bragging about how close friends you two are and then she goes and does stuff like that, as if she didn't know you at all"
"She doesn't know me as you do" Blaine answered, his heart swelling with emotion at how much Sam cared about his feelings and his well-being.
"Well, obviously" Sam answered with a mocking roll of eyes that made Blaine laugh, before turning serious again. "I meant it, though, Blaine. If you don't feel like going…"
"I'll think about it" Blaine promised, knowing he would never be able to deny anything to Sam even if he was not pressuring him to.
"But if you finally decide to come, well… you know I'll be there for you, right?" Sam said with that sweet smile of his that he didn't usually show to anyone apart from Blaine and that never failed to make his knees go weak –again.
"I don't have a doubt" Blaine answered, reciprocating his smile.
Dude, meet me in the choir room after class, I need you.
That was the cryptic message Blaine had received while in his last class of the day, a week later. And of course it was from his best friend, who tended to be a bit overdramatic over the simplest things, so it probably was about the zipper of his bag breaking or his favorite pen running out of ink. Yeah, that surely sounded like something good old Sam would freak out about. Of course it didn't matter what it was about, though, it was important for Sam so it was important for Blaine too. And that's why he was in the choir room, sitting on the piano stool, just waiting for his crazy friend to appear.
Didn't it feel nice, though, to read Sam saying he needed him? What if…? No, shit. Stop it right there, Blaine, he ordered himself. He knew where that kind of thoughts usually took him and he was not ready to deal with them today. It's just… his crush on Sam had gotten out of hand in the last few weeks. Come on, who was he trying to fool? It was not a crush anymore: he was totally and fully in love with his best friend. And he couldn't keep lying to himself.
Even if he had been suspecting it for weeks, the real realization had come a couple of days ago, when Kurt sent him a message through whatsapp to say hi and see how he was doing, and he realized he had not even thought about Kurt for days. Even weeks. Because his thoughts and dreams were now filled with certain blond who was not even trying. And Blaine then realized that what he felt for Sam was stronger than anything he had ever felt for Kurt, even while they were together. Stronger and more impossible. And that thought only managed to break his heart one time after the other.
Because how great would they be if there was a chance to be together? Sam got him like no one else did; he cared about him in ways no one had done before, always asking him how he was, how his day had been, what did he want to do whenever they hung out… Blaine could talk to him about absolutely anything, from the most stupid article he had read on a magazine to the most inner of his secrets, and Sam would listen to every word of it as if it was the most important thing. They joked and bantered all the time, they found endless dorky ways to entertain themselves, they often ended up laughing until their sides hurt. But at the same time, nothing could pull them apart if one of them was not feeling well and needed the other, and they knew each other better than they knew themselves.
And if all of that could happen so naturally with them being just friends, what if…?
Blaine felt his eyes beginning to itch with the apparition of unwanted tears he was so desperately trying not to shed –Sam could arrive any minute now, anyway–. But he couldn't help it: he could hardly think about Sam lately without feeling the most unlucky guy in the world, because he got to taste what perfection could be but he knew he would never be able to achieve it. And the worst thing was that he couldn't even talk to Sam about it, because the last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfortable and make their friendship awkward. Because knowing he would never have Sam's love hurt like the devil, but losing him altogether was something Blaine knew he could never survive.
His fingers moved on their own accord to the keys of the piano and started playing a melody he knew so well, because it seemed as if it talked about him. And before he knew it, he had forgotten he was waiting for Sam and he started singing.
The sun is filling up the room,
And I can hear you dreaming.
Do you feel the way I do, right now?
I wish we would just give up,
'Cause the best part is falling.
Calling anything but love.
And I will make sure to keep my distance,
Say I love you when you're not listening,
How long, can we keep this up, up, up?
Blaine didn't even notice the tears starting to fall down his cheeks because that's exactly what he was doing: loving Sam in silence. Loving him like he had never loved before. But Sam would never know.
Please don't stand so close to me
I'm having trouble breathing.
I'm afraid of what you'll see, right now.
I'll give you everything I am,
All my broken heartbeats.
Until I know you'll understand.
And I will make sure to keep my distance,
Say I love you when you're not listening,
How long, can we keep this up, up, up?
And I keep waiting
For you to take me
And you keep waiting
To save what we had
So I'll make sure to keep my distance,
Say I love you when you're not listening,
How long, can we keep this up, up, up?
Make sure to keep my distance,
Say I love you when you're not listening,
How long, 'til we call this love, love, love?
"Wow, dude, that was beautiful!" a voice behind him caught him unawares, so distracted he was on his own thoughts, and he barely had time to erase any trace of tears from his face before Sam was standing next to him. "You would surely rock it at nationals with that one, man"
"Thanks" Blaine answered, trying to offer his friend a smile as he raised his eyes from the piano, trying not to dwell on how good it felt for Sam to praise him and admirehim like that. "So what's up, Sam? What did you need my help with?"
"Well, turns out I... hey, what's wrong?" Sam interrupted himself to ask when he got a real glimpse at Blaine's face, obviously worried about his more than probable red eyes even if he had taken care of the tears.
"Nothing" Blaine rushed to answer, but he must have not sounded too convincing as the worried expression on Sam's face didn't falter for one second. But that was Sam, right? It was impossible to get him to let it go if he knew there was something wrong with Blaine.
"Hey, you can talk to me, B" Sam said in a reassuring voice as he sat next to Blaine on the small stool and rested a warm hand on his forearm, almost sending him to tears again with the tenderness of his gestures. "Were you crying?"
"What? No, Sam, why would I be crying?" Blaine asked with a forced chuckle, trying to gain some time to find a reasonable excuse while he avoided Sam's gaze so he wouldn't guess he was lying.
"I don't know, that's what I would like you to tell me" Sam carefully insisted, almost as if he was afraid of sending Blaine away instead of having him opening to him, as he clearly wanted.
"I was not crying, Sam"
"Is it about Kurt?"
"Sam, I'm alright" Blaine insisted while gratefully resting his hand on top of Sam's, still on his own forearm. "I was not crying. It was... my allergies, ok? You know I've got a lot of them, and they're hitting pretty badly this year"
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked again, his suspicious gaze still intently resting on Blaine's.
"Absolutely" Blaine lied again.
"There is nothing wrong with you apart from that?"
"No, I'm okay"
"You would tell me if you weren't, right?" Sam insisted, reminding Blaine that maybe Sam didn't have romantic feelings for him, but he surely loved him to no end.
"Sure, Sam, of course" he lied, feeling like the worst friend ever for that even if he knew he couldn't possibly tell him the truth.
"Cause I love you" Sam said and for one second Blaine's heart stopped beating at his friends words, even if he immediately understood what he really meant. "You're my best friend, my brother, and I want to be there for you for anything that you need, as you've always been for me"
"And you are, Sam" Blaine assured him with a grateful yet sad smile. "Always. But I'm okay, I promise"
"Alright" Sam finally relented, even if Blaine could clearly see he was not convinced at all, but he probably was just trying to respect his privacy instead of getting angry for not sharing his problems with him –because Sam was great like that, after all.
"And now tell me what you needed my help with" Blaine said, trying to change the subject and get the focus off of him as soon as possible.
"Oh, right" Sam suddenly remembered, because Blaine's wellbeing had clearly been more important and had forgotten about his own issues until then. "I don't know how he does it, but Jacob Ben Israel told me some very reliable sources told him I'm going to be nominated as Prom King for our senior Prom tomorrow. Can you believe that?"
"Well, of course I can believe it!" Blaine answered with a chuckle. Only Sam would be clueless at his gorgeous looks and his charming personality. If it was for Blaine, he would nominate him every single day of the year. "Congratulations, man"
"It's not that" Sam rushed to explain, not wanting for Blaine to think he cared too much about things like that and that he was that shallow. "It's just… you know how the King has to dance with the Queen, right?"
"Sure"
"Well… I don't know how to slow dance like that!" Sam groaned with an adorable pout that elicited a chuckle from his best friend.
"Of course you know!" Blaine contradicted him while trying not to laugh, but he couldn't help it: Sam was so authentic and genuine that it didn't matter how low he was feeling; he would always make him feel better without even trying.
"No, I don't! Ask Brittany, I always stepped on her when we slow danced! I don't really care about being King, but I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the whole school!"
"So what can I do about it?" Blaine asked, a little confused about what he might have to do with that –except vote for Sam as prom King, as he surely would do.
"You can teach me, you're a terrific dancer" Sam explained, and Blaine's heart swelled with pride at Sam's admiration. "I mean, I've seen you slow dance with Kurt and you're like the master of it! Can you show me?"
"Well, I don't think I'm that good but… sure" Blaine easily accepted, trying not to think about how wrong it felt hearing Kurt's name on Sam's lips. "I'll do my best"
"I knew I could count on you, bro" Sam said with a grateful smile before throwing his arms around Blaine in a bone-crushing embrace that only made the latter fall harder for him.
"Of course you can always count on me, Sam" Blaine honestly answered as he reciprocated the hug and let himself get lost in the warmth of Sam's arms for a moment that ended much too quickly. "I love you too, you know"
"I know that" Sam answered with a chuckle as he playfully punched Blaine's arm in an attempt of stopping them from getting too sentimental –not because he would get embarrassed or anything, but he could feel Blaine was not at his best and didn't want him to break down or anything.
"Who are the nominees for Queen?" Blaine asked out of the blue, suddenly afraid that what Sam really wanted was to impress someone or start a little romance –because he wasn't sure he would be able to bear it if that was the case.
"I have no idea" Sam answered with a shrug of his shoulders that showed how little he cared about it, obviously clueless to everything going around in Blaine's head even if the latter could hardly stop a relieved sigh at his answer. "Should I have a date for the Prom?"
"I think people will vote for you whether or not you have a date"
"Have you decided if you're going to come in the end?" Sam tentatively asked, as if he really wanted to know but didn't want to pressure Blaine too much.
"Well, I have to be there to see you being crowned, right?" Blaine answered with an honest smile, because his feelings about the damned prom hadn't changed at all, but Sam was above all his best friend and there was no way he was going to miss such an important moment for him.
"Great!" Sam exclaimed while jokingly punching Blaine's arm again, obviously very happy at his best friend's decision. "Do you have someone in mind as a possible date for the prom?"
"No, that's no easy thing for a guy like me in Ohio, you know?" Blaine answered with a sad smile, as he had already resigned himself to go to his last prom on his own. "I could probably ask Sebastian Smythe, but that would be taking advantage of his… feelings for me"
"Don't ask Sebastian, please" Sam looked utterly horrified at the prospect, and for a second Blaine dared to think he sounded almost jealous –though he was probably just being protective, given Sebastian's reputation. Although he had stopped him from going with Tina too, right?–. "You know what? We should totally go together, man"
"What?" Blaine asked, by then completely sure he was going crazy if he was hearing Sam kind of asking him to go to Prom with him.
"Why not?" Sam asked with a shrug of shoulders. "You don't have a date, I don't have a date, we're like brothers... We can go together and have the hell of a time as the good friends that we are"
"I thought you'd be asking Brittany. I heard she's wanting to get back together with you" Blaine commented in what he hoped was a casual tone that didn't belie how he was dying inside at the mere thought of it.
"Well, if she's waiting for me to ask her out after the way she dumped me, in front of everyone and by text, she's got another thing coming" Sam answered, and Blaine felt glad and immensely proud at finally seeing some pride in Sam, as there was nothing he hated more than when people took advantage of his big heart. "Besides, I already have a date. A bro date, with my best friend. If you agree, of course"
"Yeah, sure, we'll go dateless together" Blaine answered with a chuckle, unable to erase the impossibly wide smile from his face that seemed to want to stay there forever. Because yes, he knew Sam didn't mean it in a romantic way, but nothing or no one was going to stop him from enjoying the fact he was going to the Prom with the boy he was madly in love with. As he had always dreamed.
"At least I won't have to buy those ridiculous flower things this year. Unless you want to wear one?" Sam offered, being as thoughtful as ever.
"No, Sam, I think I'll skip it" Blaine answered with a chuckle at his incredibly sweet friend.
"'Cause I'll get you one if you really want it"
"I don't" Blaine answered with a laugh and a more than probable blush. "But thanks anyway"
"So come on, show me what to do" Sam encouraged him as he stood up with a jump.
"Now?" Blaine asked, trying not to blush again as Sam picked up his hands to get him to his feet.
"Yes, of course!" Sam answered excitedly as he moved them to the center of the room. "We have the space and the time now, right? And I'm too nervous about it to wait. You need to help me, man"
"Ok" Blaine could only agree at Sam's enthusiasm even if he felt his whole face and even his ears burning, so bad he was blushing at the thought of having a slow dance with Sam.
"So what do I do first?" Sam asked with total normality, as if he wasn't making Blaine so nervous he thought he might pass out any minute.
"Well, you should… mmmm…" Blaine tried to speak, though he had to gulp before he could continue. "You should probably… you know… hold her?"
"Hold her, yes, of course" Sam answered with a chuckle, because wasn't it obvious? "How?"
"Maybe… you should take one of her hands in yours… and rest your other hand in her… waist" Blaine answered, hoping that Sam would be content with the theory and didn't want to put it into practice –though wishing with all his heart he would, at the same time.
Of course Sam had never been one to be embarrassed easily –he probably didn't even think that was a situation to get embarrassed anyway–, so with no second thoughts about it, he firmly took Blaine's hand in his and let his other hand rest on the side of Blaine's waist.
"Like this?" he asked, completely unaware of how close to dying Blaine was at that moment.
"Yeah" Blaine answered as he shyly let his free hand rest on Sam's strong shoulder, trying for it not to shake too much.
"So what now?" Sam asked, avid for knowledge.
"Now you slowly start moving" Blaine answered, breathing deeply to try and calm his nerves now that he was sure the dancing was actually going to happen. "Just move your feet slightly to the side like this" Blaine explained, doing the actual motion himself. "And then proceed to the other side"
Sam tried to imitate Blaine's moves, but as he was only moving his feet he almost looked like a trunk, and the dancing looked pretty ridiculous.
"Ok, you're going to have to lose your knees and your waist a little" Blaine advised him, and he encouraged himself to rest his hand on top of the one that Sam had on his waist so he grabbed onto him more strongly and he could better feel his movements. "See? Just let yourself go"
"You really are a natural for this" Sam praised his friend with the most admiring expression Blaine had seen, and he had to remind himself to breathe before he passed out.
"Thanks" Blaine answered, blushing for what felt like the hundredth time, as his hand let go of Sam's and moved again to his shoulder –though he couldn't stop himself from noticing how the grip Sam had on his waist didn't falter one bit.
"Am I doing it right, now?" Sam asked, looking intently at Blaine's eyes while he waited for an answer.
"Perfect" Blaine answered in only a whisper, unable to find his voice.
"And what if the song is very slow?" Sam asked, his hand moving a bit further along Blaine's waist and towards his back instead of his side, inevitably bringing them closer.
"If the song is really slow, you'll probably only have to rock your bodies a bit" Blaine answered, diminishing his moves until it was only a slight rocking that Sam hurried to copy.
"It doesn't feel that different from dancing with a girl, you know?" Sam suddenly blurted out in his usual no-filters kind of way. "I'm not implying that you look like a girl or anything, don't get me wrong, but… It feels equally nice sharing that moment with someone you care about, you know?"
"It does" Blaine agreed with a shaky voice, trying not to dwell on how good it felt indeed to be dancing, oh so slowly, in Sam's strong but careful arms.
"I thought it may feel awkward with a guy, but it doesn't" Sam continued in the most casual way.
"Maybe it's just because we're close and you feel comfortable with me" Blaine suggested, not wanting to even think about the fact that Sam might be enjoying it too.
"Or maybe it's just because it's you"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Not exactly" Sam tried to explain while they continued to dance. "I mean… I'm also close to Artie or Ryder, but I don't think I'd be that comfortable with either one of them. It's just because it's you. And you're special"
"Really?" Blaine asked before he could stop himself, his heart melting at Sam's words, and he must have blushed again because suddenly Sam was smiling oh so tenderly at him…
"Oh my God, you're so cute when you blush" Sam said with a chuckle as he tenderly booped his nose. "You blush a lot, did you know that?"
"Shut up" Blaine answered, pretending to be annoyed even if he could hardly keep a smile out of his face. "And concentrate, please, I don't want to waste all my afternoon away on this if you won't cooperate"
"Sorry" Sam apologized with a laugh before his gaze got lost in Blaine's eyes again in a different way than ever before. "But you are cute, fact. Especially from this distance"
"What?" Blaine asked, needing to make sure he was hearing right.
"I never noticed your eyes have like a million different colors before" Sam continued as he looked intently into Blaine's eyes, almost as if he was trying to read his soul though them.
"Stop mocking me, Sam" Blaine pleaded, knowing those were the only kind of jokes he would never be able to accept from his friend, but to his surprise Sam didn't laugh.
"I'm not mocking you" Sam assured him in complete seriousness, the contact between their eyes never breaking. "Your eyes are… really gorgeous"
"Well… thanks" Blaine answered in the smallest voice before slightly shaking his head to break the enchantment they both seemed to be in, even if it didn't seem to work.
"And then if it gets really romantic…" Sam continued in a deep and soft tone that made his voice sound so different from how it usually sounded –and what was Sam talking about getting romantic, if he didn't even know whom he was going to end up dancing with?–. "I could put my arms around my partner's waist like this? Do you think it feels good?"
Blaine breathed deeply a couple of times, trying to get his heart to start beating again when Sam's arms closed around his waist, pulling him impossibly close until their chests collided. But that, far from scaring the taller boy, only made him smile and squeeze Blaine's body more strongly to his as he started moving again, rocking both their bodies at the same time.
"Yeah" Blaine answered, almost with a groan, before a courage he had never felt before suddenly drove him to reciprocate Sam's embrace. "And maybe she will put her arms around your neck like this"
"This feels nice too" Sam whispered while the corner of his mouth went slightly up in an almost invisible but incredibly sweet smile.
They continued moving very slowly, lost in their embrace, until Sam gently let his forehead rest again Blaine's, which elicited a soft sigh from the smaller boy and for him to close his eyes to enjoy the moment more intensely. Sam smiled at the image, his heart melting at the sweetness of Blaine's actions, and only when he chuckled fondly at his friend, Blaine opened his eyes again to look at him.
Blaine couldn't believe what was happening: one moment he had been crying for his unrequited love, and the next one he was deeply encased in Sam's embrace, having the most romantic dance ha had ever had even if there was no music. Sam was looking at him so intently and his face was oh so close as he smiled at Blaine in that tender way he reserved only for him… Blaine closed his eyes again and let himself be driven by his instincts as he started to close the little distance separating their lips, his heart beating so strongly that he was sure Sam could hear it.
But no. Wait. What was he doing, for God's sake? That was his friend! His best and straight friend! And he was close to kissing him! Good job at not letting him know about his feelings nor not being predatory towards him. No matter how amazingly big Sam's heart was, there was no way he could forgive him if he took advantage of their friendship like that and dared to kiss him. Sam didn't have feelings for him, damn it, he knew that very well and yet he had let himself be driven by the heat of the moment, had mistaken Sam's warmth and fondness for something else. And he would never forgive himself if he ruined everything that was good between them.
Before their lips touched, Blaine turned his head to the side and abruptly let go of Sam's shoulders, hurrying to extricate from his embrace and walk a couple of steps backwards to put some very much needed distance between them, blushing furiously at what he had been so close to doing.
"Look how late it is, I gotta go" he said as he moved errantly around the room looking for his bag just so he would have something to do.
"Wait, Blaine" Sam tried to stop him, and at least Blaine was relieved to see he didn't look angry. Although Blaine couldn't really read his expression at the moment, something that had never happened before. And that scared him more than he cared to admit.
"You're ready now, Sam. I have to go" Blaine answered, looking everywhere but at his friend's face, too ashamed at himself to even meet his eyes.
"Blaine…" Sam tried again, his heart aching at the obvious pain and confusion in his friend's eyes, but Blaine was already at the door and didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
"I have to go, Sam" Blaine repeated, almost begging for Sam to let it go, because the last thing he needed was to hear his friend pitying him and reminding him that it couldn't be.
Fortunately for him, his friend respected his wishes, even if it was obvious that what Sam really wanted was to talk about what had happened, and restrained himself from saying anything or going after him to give him the space he seemed to be craving so much. Blaine took advantage of the situation to hurry towards the exit, but he stopped before he was out to turn around and finally look at his friend.
"You're going to be the best prom king ever" he said, which seemed to brighten Sam's face.
"We don't know if I'm even going to win" Sam answered with a nervous chuckle.
"You will" Blaine assured him before turning around again to go.
And he doubted his heart had ever felt any heavier as he walked along the corridor, putting some distance between himself and the boy he loved –and who would never love him back.
A/N: So? Let me know what you thought!