Author's Note: This is my very first fic, so any and all creative criticism is welcome! I know the POV of the narrative shifted back and forth a little too much, but I wrote it up real quick to answer a prompt on Tumblr in a timely fashion. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Kurt leaves Blaine and he finds out he's having Kurt's baby. He's goes to Sam and they get closer. (by Anon)
AU: Wherein Blaine has the capabilities of being impregnated…the technology or gender complexity is completely up to you and irrelevant to me.
The alarm went off and Blaine clumsily knocked his phone off the night table. He forced himself out of bed and groggily made his way into the bathroom. Cold water splashed his face, jolting his senses into focus. There was that rising feeling again. What was going on with him lately? He had gotten this routine down the past couple of days, so he prepped himself for the oncoming, temporary sickness. As soon as yesterday's Breadstix meal hit the water and porcelain, he flushed the toilet and brushed his teeth.
He stripped out of his tight, yet comfy, Batman undies and stepped into shower. Warm water granted his soft skin relief, almost like shedding into a brand new skin as he rid himself of the uncleanliness of the night sweats. Worse than his now daily, involuntary vomiting ritual was the feeling that his relationship was going nowhere. So much so that it gave him nightmares. It was sad, truly. What had been years of romance, through thick and thin, turned into a deep-seeded disdain for each other. Not even the few months of open relationships helped. It just turned into a confusing mess of emotions involving Smythe and Karofsky, and it just ended up hurting everyone in the end.
"Fuck," whispered Blaine to himself as he turned off the shower.
After drying off, there was a text chime from his phone. It was Sam.
Sam: hey Dark Knight…wyd tonite?
Blaine: idk nothing planned so far, what's up?
Sam: i'm feeling video game night and Chinese food. U down?
Blaine: you bet, buddy! Come by after 6!
Sam: sweet! get me some egg rolls! See ya then :)
Blaine smiled. If there was anyone in the world who could make him feel better, it was Sam. He's just always so positive and funny that you couldn't help but to smile and laugh in his presence. He was the first one to really be there for Blaine during the rougher times with Kurt, always listening and acting as the voice of reason. And Blaine was there when Sam's relationship with Mercedes went downhill. Their friendship was pure and true and always honest, and that's why Sam will forever be Blaine's best friend. He's truly a great dude.
[Later That Night]
Ding dong. The doorbell rang, and Blaine jumped excitedly off the couch. He opened the door, and there stood Sam, holding a case of beer and Halo: The Master Chief Collection.
"Hey, buddy!" exclaimed Sam as Blaine gave him a big hug.
Blaine lost himself for a moment. He was just so glad to have his friend here with him, so maybe he could finally forget about Kurt and his lack of contact over the past few days.
"So, can I come in? Or are you just gonna hug me forever?" Sam said jokingly.
Blaine's face turned redder than a tomato wearing lipstick and blush.
"You wish, Evans. You wish."
They both laughed at each other's snarkiness, and things were already a million times better than five minutes ago.
After stowing the beer safely in the fridge and prepping two huge plates of food, they settled into the couch and started eating.
"So what's been going on, man?" Sam broke the silence between bites of General Tso's chicken.
"You've been pretty quiet lately. It's not like you."
Sam was right, and Blaine felt guilty for keeping his best friend out of the loop.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've just been feeling a little down about me and Kurt, and I've been feeling kinda sick lately, and I guess I just haven't been up to chilling and all that good stuff too much," Blaine blurted out in one long breath.
It felt good to get all that realness out there, especially in a safe place.
"It's all good, man," Sam reassured Blaine comfortingly. "I know things have been pretty rough between you guys. What's been going on?"
Blaine sighed. Where to even start? He decided to just keep it simple.
"Basically, we haven't really talked in the past few days. And even when we've talked and been around each other the past couple months, it's just this feeling of emptiness. Hollowness. It's just like we're just going through the motions, and all the smiles, kisses, and…well…sex, is all just formulaic. It doesn't mean anything. There's no passion. There's no fire. There's…nothing."
OK, so maybe it wasn't so simple after all.
"Damn, Blaine. That's real deep shit right there." Sam said solemnly.
They sat in silence for a few beats. Sam knew what he was doing. He knew to let things sit in the air for a couple seconds, to really let things settle down and marinate in the emotions, and then deal with them accordingly. Most people thought he was just another pretty body or pretty face, but he was actually pretty intelligent. He could circumvent a problem and turn it into a solution, especially when it involved his best friend. He cared deeply for Blaine, and he would not rest until his main bro was back in a healthy state of mind.
"Knowing what I know about your relationship with Kurt," began Sam, "I know that changing Kurt is not something that is easily achievable. And really, you shouldn't have to feel like you have to change someone in order for things to finally be okay. I know that you guys have been in a relationship for years, but there comes a point where if things don't seem to have a light at the end of the tunnel, then it's time to let things go."
Blaine looked hurt. Tears were visibly forming, and his body language had suddenly gotten to be super tense. Sam knew this to be normal, so he continued.
"Blaine, I know that things are always easier said than done, but this pain has to end. You have to choose to end your pain, and allow yourself happiness. And that means that you have to let go of Kurt, and move on to with your life. There doesn't seem to be any kind of future between the two of you, so what's the point of holding on to something that is simply not meant to be?"
Blaine began sobbing. Everything Sam said was absolutely on-point, but it still hurt Blaine so much to actually hear those things out loud. Sam went across to where Blaine was sitting and held him. He let Blaine cry on his shoulders and grip at his shirt as he stroked Blaine's hair, rubbed his back, and whispered "It's gonna be OK" and "Let it all out, buddy."
After a couple minutes, Blaine began to compose himself. He rested his head against Sam's chest as he spoke.
"I know you're one hundred percent right, Sam. I know. I've known for a while. It's just so hard to face. I keep hoping one of these days he'll call and we'll make up and the romance will come back and we will return to the perfect Klaine couple Sue used to be obsessed with."
"Oh, wow, I forgot all about the Klaine moniker. Why don't we have a mashup name for us? It's the one thing our friendship is missing!"
"Hmmm…how about Saine?"
"That's in-Saine. What about Blam?"
"Blam….I like Blam! It not only covers our name, but it's also BLAM! like the action in a comic book, which we both obviously love. Sam, dude, that's perfect!"
"Then Blam we are, my man!"
Sam looked down at Blaine and smiled. Blaine felt the safest he has ever felt in his life. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like Sam as a friend. Sam was so secure in himself that he never had any problems doing marginally feminine things with Blaine, like holding him in times of need. Everything was what it was, and nothing more. Life was simple.
"How do you do it, Sam?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you always find a way to make my worst feelings feel like nothing happened nearly from moment to moment? It's just amazing."
"It doesn't matter how I do it. It just matters that it works, buddy. Are you feeling better?""
"Yeah, thank you so much for listening. You're seriously the best."
Blaine lifted his head from Sam's chest and gave Sam a small kiss on the cheek. Sam laughed. They sat next to each other for a few seconds and Sam began to stroke Blaine's cheeks, clearing away a few remaining tears as he spoke.
"You're welcome dude. I really hope everything turns out to be okay. Always know that I am always here to listen. Oh, and for one time only, here you go:"
With those final words, Sam leaned into Blaine. Before Blaine even knew what was happening, he felt Sam's lips press against his own lips. Though the kiss was a simple peck on the lips, it sent all sorts of weird tingles all over Blaine's body. He didn't know what those tingles meant, but only that they were something positive.
"Wh-wh-wha-?" Blaine stammered, honestly confused.
"It's just a little pick-me-up from me to you. I hate seeing you sad, so I thought that would make you feel immediately better."
"Um…yeah…you're right. It totally worked."
"Don't get used to it, homo bro. I just felt like being extra nice," Sam said as he giggled and tossed Blaine's hair.
"Hey! Not the hair! You know how I feel about my hair…" Blaine faux cried.
Both boys laughed as the atmosphere started to get back to normal. Blaine rested his head against Sam's shoulders for a few minutes as they finished watching an existing episode of Supernatural that was started playing in the background during their conversation. This friendship was everything Blaine wanted in an actual romantic relationship. Why couldn't things be like this with Kurt anymore?
Blaine snapped out of his thoughts as the episode ended. He got up and fetched each of them a beer as Sam put in the Halo game and started a multiplayer campaign online. As they were waiting for other players to complete their team, Blaine's phone rang. Blaine went back to the kitchen, where he had forgotten his phone, and saw who the caller was.
Incoming call from Kurt Hummel.
He was momentarily frozen. They had no contact for the last few days, and now he's calling out of nowhere? Could this be good? It couldn't be….could it? What if he wants to fix things up? Maybe this was the hopeful call he had been waiting for. Only one way to figure it out…
"Hey, Kurt! How are you?"
"I'm fine, Blaine. Do you have a minute?"
"Sure. What's going on?"
Kurt did a whole lot of talking, and pretty early on, Blaine knew exactly where things were headed. It was over. Kurt had been seeing Sebastian again, but this time without consent and in complete secrecy, and I guess things had begun to get pretty serious between them.
Blaine was floored. He hung up the phone and stared into an abyss of mixed emotions for a couple minutes. On the one hand, he was somewhat relieved that Kurt ended things. This meant he didn't have to be the bad guy, and he wouldn't have to feel like he betrayed the years of friendship and relationship between them. But, on the other hand, Kurt had cheated on him with someone close to them both, and didn't really seem to have much remorse for it.
"Dude!"
Blaine snapped back to reality. Sam was standing in front of him, with his hands on Blaine's shoulders. There was a wild concern in his eyes.
"…huh? What…?" Blaine stammered, in a haze.
"I've been calling your name and you didn't answer. Not even with me right in front of you…what is going on, buddy? I'm worried."
"Oh…sorry….just….Kurt….called….it's over…" Blaine nearly whispered, ever so slowly.
Understanding and slight panic ran over Sam's mind. He needed to take action, and quickly.
"Where's the Vodka?" asked Sam, nonchalantly.
"What? Why?" Blaine asked, incredibly confused.
"Where, Blaine?"
"In the pantry, but…" Blaine was really lost track of what he was saying. He just didn't care suddenly. What did it matter?
"Drink," instructed Sam sternly as he handed Blaine a double shot glass.
"What? No, I ca—"
"Drink. Now. I'll match you. Go!"
Blaine trusted Sam, and he didn't really feel like arguing. And with that command, Blaine and Sam slammed down a few rounds of vodka shots and Blaine progressively started to get looser and looser with his words. Sam played some Iggy Azalea and the boys started dancing around the kitchen island. Blaine was stumbling around after a couple minutes. Typical lightweight, Sam thought to himself in a joking manner.
Eventually, Blaine started to get pass out. That was actually what Sam was waiting for. He knew Blaine would eventually give in. He carried a sleepy Blaine upstairs and laid him in bed. He had slept over so many times, that he knew exactly how his best friend liked to sleep. For that reason, he took off Blaine's shirt and hung it on a chair by the bed. Next, he took off Blaine's jeans and folded them neatly on the chair, right by the tee shirt. Being a true best friend, he even undid a wedgie Blaine had going on with his undies. What other bestie would ever do that? He tossed Blaine's socks in the hamper and closed the bedroom door behind them.
He followed suit and striped himself down to the same, and took his spot on the bed, right next to Blaine. He covered them both in a couple warm blankets, and turned on the dehumidifier on the table next to Blaine's side. Blaine made a whimpering sound, and Sam pulled him close to cuddle. Drunk and hazy Blaine realized Sam was next to him and spoke some nonsensical words. Sam giggled to himself.
"Get some sleep, buddy. I'm right here," whispered Sam.
"….urghhh…Love you, Sammie," said Blaine softly as he dozed off.
"Love you too, Blaine," whispered Sam gently.
Sam gave Blaine a tiny kiss on his nose and slowly drifted to sleep.
[The Next Morning]
Blaine woke up feeling like an absolute wreck. Muscles he didn't know existed were hurting, and his head was pounding terribly. He totally overdid it last night. He turned his head, and he discovered he was alone. In his mind, he was pretty sure Sam had slept next to him last night, but maybe he had imagined the whole thing. Confused, he raised himself to a sitting position, and the room started spinning. He took a few seconds to ground himself, and glanced at the night table. His phone was there, and so were a few pills, a glass of orange juice, and a couple notes. Eat Me was by the pills and Drink Me was by the orange juice. It was in Sam's messy handwriting, so Blaine trusted his instincts and chugged down the pills.
He lay there for a few minutes, hoping for his headache to subside. As he waited, he heard some commotion from downstairs. It sounded like some pots and pans, so he deduced that Sam was downstairs making something to eat. He's such a good friend, Blaine thought. Ugh. What happened last night? Wait—did Sam kiss me? Why do I remember that? Oh my God, he did! That was so weird, but it felt kinda good. As his head began to settle, reality suddenly hit him. Hard. Kurt broke up with me. It's over….
Suddenly he felt the heat rising his esophagus. Not again…He ran over to the toilet and puked what seemed to be even more chicken than what he consumed last night. What is wrong with me? I know I got fucked up last night, but that's not an excuse for every other day this past week. I'm sick of all this morning sickness. And then his thoughts came to a screeching halt.
Morning sickness. That's generally a thing that pregnant people have to deal with. This couldn't be it…could it? Blaine was petrified. Kurt and Blaine had been using protection for the entirety of their relationship, but there were few drunken and/or high times where they decide to forego it. I mean, they were each other's firsts, and they trusted each other completely. Even though they hadn't had sex in a couple weeks, it was still completely possible.
Blaine's sister had stayed in his room last summer while she visited from overseas, and she had left behind a couple pregnancy tests in Blaine's bathroom. Blaine thought that it was funny to keep them in a drawer to freak friends out, and now he's glad that he did. He dug one out of the drawer and stared at the directions. Oh, I guess I just pee on this strip and wait.
The three minutes of waiting were pure agony. What if he was pregnant with Kurt's baby? Their relationship was completely messed up before, and now it doesn't even exist. What would this do for their relationship? Would Kurt want to get back together? Would Blaine want to? Is Blaine ready to be a parent? Everything was equally too real and too surreal.
Blaine picked up the pregnancy test and his hands started shaking. There were two solid lines. He looked at the instructions again. He started sobbing.
"Hey, Blaine. I've got breakfast ready. I made your favorite omelet with extra chee-"
Sam stopped his announcement when he saw Blaine on the floor crying.
"Blaine, what's wrong?"
Blaine didn't even look up from the floor. He continued to sob uncontrollably as Sam tried to figure out what was going on. Then Sam spotted the pregnancy test on the floor.
"Is this…is this what I think it means?" Sam asked softly, but incredulously.
Blaine simply nodded his head.
"Sammie, what am I going to do?" said Blaine exasperatedly between sobs.
Blaine collapse in full emotion into Sam's shoulders as a torrential amount of tears emerged from his eyes. Sam comforted Blaine on the cold tile bathroom floor, trying to make sense of everything that had suddenly happened. He whispered It's gonna be OK over and over, but this time it felt as though he was trying to convince himself. Honestly, he wasn't sure if it was truly going to be OK this time, and that shook him to his core. He kept rocking his friend back and forth, an continued to whisper It's gonna be OK.