A/N: My very first Glee fic! Tada! I feel accomplished with life! Klaine I'm sorry I have betrayed you. I always thought that my first Glee fic would be Klaine but no. Oh no! It's all about BLAM! Set in the future. This was originally only suppose to be a one parter but ended up being more than expected. Curse you BLAM for being awesome! Please read and review! First season up! WINTER!

A Boy Through All Seasons:

By: LOSTrocker

Chapter One: The First Snow of the Season:

Sam was like a little kid at Christmas.

"Dude!" he shouted. "It's snowing!"

Blaine huddled himself under the covers trying to block the cool air from heating his bare back. "Brr," he shivered.

The cold didn't seem to bother Sam. He was at the window, jumping up and down. "Sammy," Blaine called to him groggily. "At least put something on 'fore ya catch cold." Blaine was not awake enough to speak, let alone open his eyes.

Sam smirked. Besides his baby brother and sister, Blaine was the only one who was allowed to call him Sammy because he earned it. He snuck back into bed, diving in only to wrap himself around Blaine making the youngest Anderson yelp.

"Git yer cold ass off me!"

"That's not what you said last night." Sam whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, but ya were warm then!" Blaine reminded him, trying to push his boyfriend off. He normally welcomed Sam by his side but not when he was freezing cold.

Sam didn't seem to mind though. The more Blaine pushed him away the tighter Sam's grip became and they became a laughing heap under the covers.

If Blaine hadn't been awake he sure was now. Leave it to him be head over heels with morning person. Sam settled down so that their breath could catch up with them. Blaine was under him, fully alert.

"Mornin' beautiful." Sam tried.

Blaine chuckled. He knew what Sam Evans was up to. "You want to go outside don't you?"

Sam's eyes lit up. "Oh please! Please!" Sam got up on his knees gave himself a little push so that the mattress bounced along with him.

Blaine laughed. "All right, all right." he answered since he was able to form some sort of proper English eidetic.

"YES!" Sam cheered as he jumped off the bed.

Blaine followed, slowly and not as enthused as Sam.

Sam couldn't hold still. "C'mon!" Sam urged. "We're going to miss the first snow fall of the season!"

Blaine was trying. Sam was making it difficult for him. Sam had a terrible habit of making it difficult for him. Blaine left it to being a younger sibling. He was use for someone else taking care of him, not the other way around. It was just Sam was always the responsible one so Blaine took it upon himself to make sure that Sam earned a break. Let someone else take care of him for a change. Blaine just wasn't sure how his mother did this all those years with this hyper active blonde man child.

"Hold on, give me a minute." pleaded Blaine.

Sam was able to dress himself, warmly. Blaine was just adding the finishing touches of a hat, scarf and gloves. He wanted to make sure that the hat was over his ears, the scarf tied nicely around his neck, and the gloves pulled down so his wrists wouldn't get cold.

"Are you done yet?!" Sammy whined looking at the window.

This morning the snow flakes had come down lightly. Now, it was coming down like crazy leaving it enough on the ground to stick. It was piling up outside. "Okay. There." Blaine announced giving one last tug on the scarf.

"YAY!" Sam opened the door running outside like a night, collapsing on the white earth.

Blaine, who preferred inside, stayed at the door frame.

"Get your fine ass out here now!" Sam demanded playfully with a pointed figure.

Blaine was going to kill Coop. Ever since that damn acting class, Sam has been taking his impersonations to a whole new level of the Cooper Anderson kind. God help him.

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good right here."

"You're letting all the warm air out." Sam warned with a smile.

"Oh, in that case," Blaine mocked. "Let me go back into the house. I'll go warm you up some hot coco-"

Blaine turned at that point. In which case Sam recoiled by tossing a snow ball right at Blaine.

"There can be only one!" Sam cried out in a bad Scottish accent.

Blaine turned around. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, dead serious." Sam continued on doing his best Christopher Lambert, failing miserably as he did so.

There was no choice. Blaine had to retaliate. Against his will, he grabbed his jacket, tossing it on and closing the door behind him. "I don't think snowballs can counter act swords, but it works somehow." Blaine joked making his own.

"It got your butt outside didn't it?" Sam said with a grin.

"And for that sir, you will pay!" Blaine cried out.

He ran at him, snow ball in hand and hucked it. Sam ducked. "Shit!"

"HA HA!" Sam teased.

Sam was quicker than he was. He was able to scoop up a lot of snow without giving Blaine much of a break.

"SAMMY!"

Sam glomped him, knocking Blaine down to the ground with a snow ball in hand. "Do you give Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine laughed. "I give! I give!" He always did when Sam was concerned. He put his hands up in utter surrender.

Sam eased up, throwing the snow ball aside.

"I love you." Sam told Blaine.

"I love you too." Blaine returned.

Sam leaned down, closing the small cap that was between them. He could feel the warm of Blaine's breath on his bare skin. Some was able to escape with all the ruckus. Blaine reached up to capture those big lips into his own and the snow melted beneath them.

TBC…