A/N: I wanted to expand my Season'verse because there were stories that I thought of but didn't fit the bill of A Boy of All Seasons. It was planned to be a four part story. Then I got the wonderful response for and it encouraged me to fill in some of the blanks a little. I'd like to call this a prequel. Early, implied BLAM!
A Season of Firsts:
By: LOSTrocker
Chapter One: Jacket Weather:
The weather had finally warmed up enough so Sam could disregard his sweaters and winter flannel, exchanging them to short sleeve shirts which was why he didn't understand why Blaine wore a jacket and even a scarf.
"Aren't you hot?" Sam asked out of concerned though he blushed when he caught himself with what he said.
Blaine smiled. "No, I'm very thin blooded." he accidentally let slip. "I mean… I just get cold easily. It can be in the middle of Summer and I can still be all bundled up like this or buried under a pile of blankets."
"Not me. As soon as it gets warm like today," Sam gestures. "I shed away all my winter stuff." he admitted. "They're all ready packed up."
Blaine tear away clothes from Sam too if he could. That was the best part about Sam. He didn't have hardly any layers when clothes were concerned, unlike Kurt. It actually worried him sometimes. He feared that Sam might catch cold if he did dress properly.
A gust of cool breeze caught Sam off guard. He brought his arms up around his skin that was exposed. He felt his nose tickle, then a sneeze.
Blaine stepped in front of him. "Didn't I tell you to grab your jacket?"
"It's not cold enough for one." Sam said, wiggling his nose.
"I know it's early Spring Sam, but it's still jacket weather." With that being said, without worrying about himself, he took off his jacket. Cooper was going to kill him but he didn't want Sam to be cold.
"What are you doing?" asked Sam.
"Here," Blaine offered as Sam lifted his arm so Blaine could help put the jacket on him.
"I really don't-" Sam began to argue. If Blaine was thin blooded, he didn't want him to be cold.
"It's okay." Blaine said going for his scarf.
"No way, you keep that." Sam told him before he was able to take it off. He sighed. "It's my fault for not remembering my jacket. You shouldn't have to be the one-"
"I want to be the one." cut off Blaine with a smile that warmed Sam to his core.
There was a double meaning in that.
The jacket was nice. It was probably worth way much more than him. It smelt of Blaine: hair gel, and coffee. An odd combo, he reckoned but somehow with Blaine, it went together nicely.
"Thanks Blaine."
Then Blaine repeated himself: "Next time, don't forget your jacket." He went to straighten out the collar. The only difference was that Sam wasn't the new kid. He was all ready there.
TBC…