Disclaimer: The characters of glee do not belong to me. I just, wow. I don't know where this came from, I woke up this morning (which isn't usually the time I wake up) and I decided that I had a Blam oneshot in me. This is half canon, and half AU. Anyone who is caught up should be able to tell what is different. This is set pre 6x01, but also post season 5. Sam and Blaine find some way to start their relationship after Blaine and Kurt's crumbles. I don't exactly "bash" Klaine, but I am not exactly kind to it either. But I was just working with what the show gave me. They really fucksed up Klaine and that is 95% percent the reason that I started to like Blam, Blam is just the better ship a million times over. Anyway, read if you like, and review if you like!

Running to You

By Julia

Sam was lying on his couch when he got a phone call. It sounded like the ring he'd set for Blaine, so he immediately fell all over himself to try and answer it. He finally got to it just as it was about to switch to voicemail. "Blaine, is that you, h.." He almost said honey but stopped himself. He knew that that might freak Blaine out a little. They were very close but they hadn't ever said things like that to each other. It sounded like Blaine was crying, and Sam hated that. He wanted to make sure that Blaine was okay. "Blaine, what's wrong?" He asked, as he listened to Blaine trying to breathe through his sobs.

The whole story spilled out then, how Blaine and Kurt had broken up and he had failed out of school, and Sam could hardly believe it. That didn't sound like Blaine at all. He listened, to all of it, how Blaine was hurting, and he was coming back here because New York was too much for him right now. Sam didn't even think about it, he said, "Blaine, you can come here, okay? You can stay with me." Sam was working as an assistant coach to Beiste at school. He was really enjoying himself. He didn't think that he could let Blaine just come back to Lima without somewhere to stay. "You'll figure things out, hon, I know you will." The endearment slipped out and he didn't even seem to notice what he had said.

That gave Blaine pause, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Sam didn't seem to have noticed what he had said, so Blaine didn't acknowledge that he had heard it. Blaine had to admit, he still had feelings for Sam, deep down. He wasn't sure that they had ever went away, and he had wanted Kurt back so much because he'd been fooling himself. Clearly he and Kurt weren't supposed to work out, Kurt hadn't even wanted to marry Blaine, he had been insisting that they were too young. Blaine had been so devastated. It had been a hard couple of months. He sniffled as he thought about what Sam had just said.

"You don't have to do that, Sammy." Blaine said, but he had to admit, that sounded like a brilliant idea. They were best friends, and he missed Sam so much. He couldn't imagine not seeing him, especially right now. "But I have to admit, that sounds like an amazing idea…. I miss you so much." Blaine said, he couldn't wait to see Sam. It had been so long since they'd done more than just talk on the phone. Which was amazing but he wanted more. Blaine wondered why that was… Sam had seemed to pull away a little once Kurt and Blaine were living together after everyone else had moved on. He couldn't have feelings for Blaine too, could he? That was a head scratcher.

"Then you need to come and stay with me. It's no problem, okay?" Sam said, as far as he was concerned, it was decided. He could get the spare room all set up for Blaine. He had his own apartment, it was fairly big and wasn't as much as it would be back in New York. Sam liked it here… although he had to admit, he missed living with Blaine. Sam knew that Blaine wasn't meant to be here in Lima. He was meant to be a singer. Or an actor, whatever he wanted to do. Sam of course was talented, and he wouldn't mind being a singer on the radio, but that didn't mean that he wanted to try that hard to do it.

They talked a bit more, Sam promised that he would have the room ready for Blaine within the next couple of days, and it was decided that Blaine would rent a U-Haul and come down to Lima to stay with Sam. He told Blaine it would be okay and then they hung up. Sam had to admit he felt like he was doing the right thing. He loved Blaine, so much. It would be good to have him in his apartment. Maybe he could finally tell Blaine how he felt about him. That was something that he'd been wanting to do for a long time, and had never had a chance. This might finally be the time.

A week later, Blaine was staring at all of the boxes that held his things sitting in Sam's spare room. Blaine couldn't imagine how lucky he was to have Sam. He hadn't spoken to Kurt since they'd broken up, and he wondered if Kurt would find out he was staying with Sam. He brushed his hand through his curls as he stared at the things that he had to start unpacking. He might as well face it, he and Kurt were over, for good, and he was living with his best friend. Whom he had always had feelings for, just under the surface. Blaine wasn't sure that he had ever really loved Kurt after he and Kurt had broken up the first time. He might have for the first few months, but then he'd started to have feelings for Sam, and those had never gone away. Blaine moved to the first box, to start unpacking his books. The furniture he'd been able to bring, a bed, a couple of bookshelves, the tiny entertainment center his tv sat on, and a bedside table were all positioned in the room already.

He started to take books out and put them in a shelf, when Sam poked his head in the room. Blaine gave him a smile. "Hi, Sammy." He said, setting the entire Mortal Instruments series on the shelf at once. He kept his attention on his bookshelf filling, because he wasn't sure that he could look Sam in the eyes right now, it might give away how he felt. He didn't want to have that conversation right now. His peripheral vision caught a glance of Sam's stomach, it was toned and you could definitely tell by the tight tee shirt that Sam was wearing.

Sam leaned in the doorway, smiling at Blaine. He was so glad that he was here. "I am so glad that you're here, Blaine. I'm ordering pizza for dinner, so neither of us have to cook." He knew that Blaine might not be used to eating pizza, Kurt liked to eat healthy. Unless it was cheesecake. Sam really didn't want Blaine to gain the weight back that he had, mostly because it wasn't healthy. Not because if he did Sam wouldn't have the same feelings for him. However, he didn't want Blaine to feel like he had to worry about it all the time. Life was too short.

"You want some help?" Sam asked, as he stepped inside, and moved up to Blaine, reaching into the box of books at the same time Blaine did, and their hands brushed on a copy of Twilight. Blaine almost dropped it, but he didn't. Their fingers brushed together more, and Sam's heart was pounding out of his chest. He couldn't pull his hand back, and then the book had fallen gently into the box, and they were just holding hands. Sam was blushing deeply, but he didn't pull his hand away.

This was…. Blaine's heart was pounding out of his chest. He didn't know what to say, and he could tell that Sam wasn't going to pull away. He didn't know what to do, whether he should pull away or not. He looked down at their entwined fingers, and he said, "Um, Sammy?" He asked, wondering if it would mess up everything to ask out loud what was going on. Blaine didn't want to make things awkward, he couldn't afford to lose Sam. He loved Sam too much. Blaine couldn't bring himself to say the words, to pull forth the words that were the elephant in the room.

Sam used Blaine's hand to tug him closer, so they were inches apart. Sam loved how tiny Blaine was, he was so cute. Sam had never thought about dating guys before, but Blaine…. Blaine was different. Sam would spend the rest of his life with Blaine. Easily. They were best friends, and even if the romantic side didn't work out, Sam knew that they would be best friends forever. Sam reached up with his other hand and brushed some of Blaine's curls off his forehead, his fingers moving through the silky curls easily. His mouth was inches from Blaine's, and they were both breathing hard.

The sexual tension was thick. Sam almost kissed him, but then he pulled back. It was too soon. Blaine was moving in with him because he was nursing a breakup with Kurt. The man that he had been engaged to, even if it had been foolish and stupid. Sam had been surprised that Blaine hadn't learned anything from Finn and Rachel, clearly they were too young to be engaged. Sam said, "Let me know if you need anything." It was lame, but there it was. He squeezed Blaine's fingers and pulled back. At the door, he said, "I'll let you know when the pizza's here." He hurried out of the room then.

As soon as Sam had left, Blaine let out a breath, and sank onto the bed, he had finished putting the sheets and things on earlier. The day before had been the put the furniture back together day. He wondered what had just happened. He was so confused. They had almost just kissed. Blaine stared at the door where Sam had disappeared, and wondered what was going to happen now…. If they would talk about it, or if it would just fester and they would be able to not be around each other without it being awkward. Blaine wasn't sure which he wanted at the moment, but he brushed his hand through his curls and went to continue unpacking books.

The next couple of days went by without either one of them mentioning the kiss. Sam was hoping that it wouldn't be awkward. He also wished that he had gone through with the kiss, it was hard to sit with Blaine and not kiss him. Sam longed to see how those lips felt against his big ones. Sam was sitting in front of the television, going over some moves that he was going to have the team run through when Monday rolled around. Blaine had gotten a job teaching the glee club at McKinley, Will was teaching at Carmel High, he'd taken over Vocal Adrenaline. Sam was proud of Blaine. Kurt and Rachel were both busy, too, Rachel was filming her extremely popular singing television show in LA, and Kurt was still going to NYADA in New York.

He looked up when Blaine came in the room. He saw Blaine had some sheet music in his hands. Sam had taught him how to play guitar while they had been living in New York together, and Sam was glad to see that Blaine was still playing. Sam moved his pen over the play, he was trying to decide how he was going to get them to do the new move, his team was kind of hard to handle sometimes. Beiste was off getting her sex change, which Sam thought was super brave of her, and was going to be glad to see him when he got back. He was going to be a man, and Sam was glad that he was there so that Beiste could go off and have that done.

The room was in a comfortable silence, and Sam chanced a look at Blaine, who was looking over his sheet music as he strummed on the guitar softly. Sam watched him for a moment, watching the other man's fingers move across the strings, and Sam had to admit, it was pretty hot. He completely forgot about his football plays, as he watched Blaine strum and sing a song. It seemed to be one he'd written himself, and Sam wondered if he was going to play it for glee club. It seemed to be a song about…. Sam? That was…. That couldn't be right, could it?

The sun is bright
it glints off your blonde locks
Your green eyes are sparkling
and I can feel tingles all the way to my socks

Your smile lights up as you see me
I can't remember my own name
as you make your way over to me
I wonder if you feel the same

We have known each other for so long
I wonder if it would end up wrong
Or if it would turn out right
you and I have barely ever even had a fight
Maybe this means that you're the one

Blaine continued to sing the song, and he wondered if this was taking it a bit too far, this song was OBVIOUSLY about Sam, there was no denying it. He wondered if Sam would say anything, he was sure that the other man had noticed that the song was about him. Blaine had been working on it for awhile, since before he and Kurt had broken up. He'd never played it when Kurt could hear, but it was something that he knew that he had felt deep down in his stomach. He had felt it since he and Sam had started to spend so much time together senior year.

When the song wrapped, he moved to start it again, only because he was trying to get it just right, and Sam was still sitting there listening. That was the important part. Sam was still sitting there listening. Blaine started to strum the strings a little harder, so he was playing the song louder. He was trying to give Sam an opportunity to try something if he wanted to. Blaine sang along with his amazing voice, although it was a little rough right now because he'd had glee practice earlier that day, and he'd been working on some things with some of the other kids. They had a lot of potential.

He was disappointed though, because after he'd finished the song a second time, Sam said, "Sounds good, B. I'm going to go and start dinner." Blaine watched him go into the kitchen, his heart falling. He knew that Sam felt the same, he just had to get him to realize that it wasn't too soon. That he wasn't still hung up on Kurt, yes, he was hurt by what Kurt had done, but he wasn't still wanting to get back together with him. Blaine was ready to move on, and he wanted it to be Sam. He would keep trying. Blaine knew that if he and Sam could get it together, they could last forever.

A couple of nights later, they were both asleep in their separate bedrooms, and a storm was raging outside. Blaine was terrified of storms, and woke up with a shriek. "Sam!" He called out, it was a tradition of theirs that when there was a storm outside, Sam would sleep in the same bed with him and hold him until he fell back to sleep or the storm was over, whichever came first. Blaine was shaking, tears brushing his hazel eyes. "Sammy!" He yelled louder, and this brought his best friend into the room, looking groggy but he had hurried.

Sam shouldn't have been surprised, there was a storm going on. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and nothing else. He brushed his hand over his blonde hair. "I'm here, B." Sam said, and moved to the bed. He pushed back the covers, and crawled under the covers with Blaine, he noticed that Blaine was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and what looked like one of Sam's tee shirts. Sam let a small smile play on his lips as he cuddled up to Blaine, wrapping an arm around his waist, and laying his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"It's okay, B…. Sammy's here." Sam murmured, as Blaine whimpered a little and turned so he was facing Sam, his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam smiled, unable to help himself. It had been a long time since they had done this, and he knew that it wasn't the same with Kurt. He wondered what Blaine had done when it was him and Kurt living together. Sam held Blaine close, cradling him to his chest. Sam murmured soothing words to him, his left hand stroking Blaine's back, the other one up in Blaine's curls, brushing his fingers through them softly.

As soon as Sam was in the bed with him and holding him, Blaine could feel his fear start to ebb away some. He held onto him tightly, Blaine burying his head in Sam's strong chest, of course noting that it was bare. He didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to see him and hold him close. Blaine's sobs moved to whimpers, and he wondered what would happen if he kissed Sam's chest. He tried to put the thought out of his head, only because he was trying to calm himself down, and that would just rile him back up.

His breath started to come back, and Blaine could feel himself calming. Blaine's eyes were fluttering as he started to fall back to sleep, he felt incredibly safe when he was in Sam's arms. Blaine could just let go and he knew that he would be fine as long as Sam was in the bed with him. Maybe this meant that he and Sam were meant to be….. it was possible, right?

Sam sang Against All Odds to him until Blaine fell asleep, and Sam smiled. That was part of the tradition, too, that song always got Blaine to go back to sleep when he sang it. Sam loved that that was what got Blaine to go to sleep. It was something that Blaine had sang to Sam back in high school, and it was what had led Sam to guess that Blaine had had feelings for him. If only Sam hadn't been so scared of being with him. Maybe things could have been different. Maybe they would be now, who knows?

In the morning, they woke up still entangled together. Sam was sleeping on his back with Blaine on top of him, Blaine's head was on Sam's chest, and their cocks were up against each other, and they were both hard. That was what woke Sam, he could feel Blaine's hard cock brushing up against his through their briefs. Sam's green eyes adjusted to the light, the storm had finished in the night. He wondered what to do, and decided maybe this was the time to start something.

His trouty lips moved along Blaine's collarbone, humming the song that Blaine had written with him in mind. Sam felt Blaine waking, and gasping as he found Sam's lips on him. He didn't stop him though, and Sam then moved to kiss Blaine's lips, deeply and hungrily. His hand cupped the back of Blaine's head, his fingers moving through the curls at the nape of his neck. They were both moaning deeply, and Sam could feel Blaine's length getting even harder against him.

They moved then, flipping so Sam was on the bottom. Blaine didn't want to stop and analyze, because then he might stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep going. Blaine took off the tee shirt that was indeed Sam's, he'd worn it to be able to smell Sam while he was sleeping, and tossed it in the direction of the floor. Blaine licked his lips as his hands moved across Sam's incredibly built abs, Sam shivering at the touch underneath him. Blaine shivered himself, as he lifted Sam long enough to take off his underwear, also tossing that out of the way.

Stopping long enough to move to the bedside table, where he reached into a drawer and pulled out something to use to tie Sam to the bed. Sam's green eyes widened, but when he saw the scarves in Blaine's hands, he nodded. Grinning, Blaine tied Sam's wrists to the bedposts. Then he left the bedroom, and went to the kitchen. He got out some whipped cream, and grinning more, grabbed some ice cream, too, and headed back to the bedroom. Sam was all tied up and waiting for him. Blaine grinned more, and straddled Sam on the bed, his underwear still on. "You can't come till I tell you." Blaine told him, and Sam looked at him with an intrigued expression.

"And you have to call me sir." Blaine said, this was something he'd always wanted to try with Kurt, but Kurt was pretty vanilla when it came to sex.

He had to call him sir… Sam had to admit, he was pretty turned on right now. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he liked that. "Okay, sir." He said, liking the sound of it as it came out of his mouth. Sam jumped and his hips arched as Blaine spread some whipped cream on his chest, and then some ice cream on his stomach, letting the ice cream pool in Sam's belly button. Then his tongue was moving along Sam's stomach, licking and teasing. Sam let out a gasp, oh fuck, that felt good. He wondered if he was allowed to say that out loud. Sam's hips arched up as Blaine's tongue moved slowly across his chest then, licking up the whipped cream.

When his body was clean of food, Blaine moved to cover Sam's long hardened cock with some ice cream. Sam gasped loudly as the cold ice cream hit his cock. Blaine's mouth moved over Sam's length, licking slowly, and Sam thought he was going to explode. He vaguely heard Blaine telling him that he wasn't allowed to come till he was told to, and he tried to focus on something other than Blaine's tongue moving along the shaft of his dick. It was hard, it felt duhmazing. You know, when something is so amazing that all you could say was duh.

That's when a very cold finger slipped into Sam's entrance, and the moan that left his lips was even louder than the last one. Blaine smiled to himself, as he moved his finger inside of Sam, his mouth still moving over Sam's cock. He used his free hand to shake some whipped cream out of the can onto it, and he moved over the ballsac, licking. Sam was getting even harder, and his breathing was quickening. Blaine could tell that he wanted to come. "Not yet, bae." Blaine told him cheerfully as he licked all traces of whipped cream off his dick, his finger crooking inside him.

That was when he reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, sliding it onto his cock. "I'm going to be inside you now, Sammy." Blaine told him, and Sam nodded eagerly. Blaine spread some ice cream on his dick, making sure to coat the entire thing, rubbing it all over. Then he slipped inside Sam, this was going to be very sticky but it would do the same purpose as lube would. Sam's hips arched up hard to meet Blaine's as he slipped into him.

"FUCK!" Sam gasped out as Blaine's ice cold cock moved inside him. It was slow, achingly slow. Sam's wrists fought at the scarves binding him, but it felt amazing. More amazing than he wanted to admit. Sam's breath was shallow, and he kissed Blaine back when Blaine's lips met his. "Can I now?" Sam asked, he could barely focus on anything but the cock that was pushing up against his prostate, and the feel of the cold ice cream inside him. He had to admit, it felt amazing.

Blaine mulled this over, and he leaned to whisper in Sam's ear. "Not till I come. We're going to come together, baby." He said, and Sam nodded, letting out another moan. Blaine was almost there. His left hand moved along Sam's cock, cupping and tickling the ballsac, knowing that Sam really wanted to come. Blaine's lips moved over Sam's throat, sucking softly. They brushed over his Adam's apple, softly. Sam let out a loud moan, of Blaine's name. Blaine could feel his own orgasm was coming, of course, no pun intended. Blaine gasped, and said, "Okay, you can come now, Sammy." As soon as he had, both of them were letting go, Blaine inside Sam and Sam all over both of their stomachs.

They stared at each other's sex blown pupils, and then Blaine moved to untie Sam. He would have to take the sheets off. Sam reached for his tee shirt, and wiped off their stomachs, he'd have to toss it out. It was okay, he didn't think that Blaine would need it anymore to get to sleep. Sam collapsed on the bed after that, and Blaine laid down next to him, immediately curling into Sam's side. "Fuck, B, bae, that was amazing." Sam said, when he was able to come up with coherent thoughts.

Blaine leaned up on his elbow to look at Sam. "Sam, I love you." He said, not even regretting it a bit as it came out. He meant it too, looking into those green eyes. "I love you so much. I just….."

Before he could go any further, Sam cupped Blaine's chin and kissed him. "We don't have to talk about anything serious right now. I love you too, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But right now, we can just be together, okay? Let's just lay here and cuddle." Blaine's hazel eyes were brushed with happy tears, but he nodded, and laid his head on Sam's chest. Sam crooned sweet nothings in Blaine's ear, his fingers brushing through Blaine's curls.

If this was how it was going to be from now on, he never wanted to leave this bed.

Author's note: HA! OMG Idk where this came from, but I hope you liked it. Blam is my obsession, OH MY GOD. Anyway, review if you like, not sure what's up next, stay tuned! Btw, the song Blaine was singing is mine, no one else's.