My BFF's Wedding
Pairing: Blaine/Sam , Sebastian / ? , Kurt / Adam.
"Blaine...I'm getting married!"
When you hear that from the man you've been pining for the past 10 years you feel like breaking down.
When you hear that from the man who's been your best friend for the past 15 years, you'll scream in excitement.
"Blaine...my parents declined."
When you hear that after almost having lost the love of your life, you'd feel like rejoicing, thank the Gods and even fast to show your utter gratitude.
When you hear that the love of your best friend's life has been snatched away from him, you'd feel like grabbing a six pack and head over to his house cursing the unfair world.
I'm Blaine Anderson and all my life I've been a best friend to Sam Evans. Being the proficient best friend I am, I rejoiced and ran around and jumped up and down at hearing him getting married. When in the next two hours Sam told me his parents wouldn't accept it, I took him drinking throwing whatever consolations came into my head in his direction.
For further clarification on the situation I'd like to tell you a little about Sam's fiancé Julie Sam Morel. The Sam in her name was added in a moment of creativity by none other than my idiot of a best friend while introducing us. She was French and working as a teacher in NY; A feisty girl and fun to be around a good anchor for Sam and the antagonist in my life. We were friends probably; it's been months she's been going out with Sam. Sam was very private about his love life, the only exception was lucky old me with whom he'd share every gore-ey detail.
Sam had once asked me, in a drunken stupor, to join them in a threesome. It took self-control to refuse. Not because Julie's ass was particularly enticing but Sam's...I've been in love with it as far back as I can remember.
Sam is heterosexual and probably I am too, it would come off as a shock that renowned playboy Blaine Anderson was in love with a man. I'm probably not homosexual but I'm definitely in love with Sam. I have the pigtail of Sam's first girlfriend safely locked in my drawer as proof. Of course over the years I've learned to keep a reign on the jealousy and anger management issues but it's just hard sometimes like now when Sam was draped across Julie's lap, a string of love confessions on his lips as they did...whatever they were doing. I just knew that it was pure torture.
You'd think after so long I'd get fed up and just tell him, "Fuck the world and your girlfriends Sam I LOVE YOU!" but I didn't. I was a coward and probably slightly masochistic and probably a bit of an idiot and used to self pity.
Getting back to the renowned playboy thing, it's a front. To stave off suspicion. Why do you think Sam hasn't figured it out yet? Well, he hasn't figured it out cause he's a dope but the rest of the world hasn't cause I don't have time for love in all that bed hopping I do. It's lucky I haven't contracted AIDS yet. I'm very meticulous about contraception. Right, kids at home use condoms no matter how much you don't feel like it. Coming back from spreading safe sex awareness, I'm now sitting with one barely clothed girl in each hand and agreeing to be Sam's boyfriend.
Wait...WHAT?!
It would be an underestimation to say my heart was racing; it just jumped out of my chest as I discarded the girls and leaped at Sam. So maybe I missed his confession because I'm a little drunk and was busy wallowing in self pity but damn, I've been waiting for way too long.
"Oh I'm so glad you agreed to help me and Julie out!"
Wait...this doesn't sound like, "Blaine, I'm madly in love with you and have always been, why have you never noticed the angst in my eyes every time you'd flaunt a girl in my face Blaine...Why? Why? Why?"
I came to this brilliant conclusion through two major clues.
One, What Sam said was much too short.
Two, the sentence had 'Julie' in it.
Maybe I'm too drunk to be making promises. But Sam's already hugging me and it's warm and comfortable and I feel like I could just die like this, blissfully in his arms.
Next morning as I nursed a headache to not ache so much anymore I realized I had promised to be Sam's boyfriend to make his parents realize that having even a 'foreigner' as a daughter-in-law was better than having me as a son-in-law for their son, his parents can be so strangely old-fashioned.
That's what I ended up being...a contrast to show how Julie was better. Is that how Sam saw me? I know that it's stupid that after all these years I still hope he'd come around and realize the love of his life has always been in front of him.
But I do.
I dropped back down onto the bed with a sigh, giving up on curing the headache. It provided much needed distraction as I tried hard not to cry. I promised after graduating high school that I would never again cry over Sam.
Though sometimes, on days like this I tend to break promises.
The next day I found myself seated opposite Sam's family, two scrutinizing parents, one sleepy brother, and one gawking sister plus her two very-much-interested-in-my-belt-buckle kids.
I wish Sam was interested in my belt buckle... or what's underneath it.
"So the person you love..." his father started
"And want to spend the rest of your life with..." His mother continued.
"Is Blainy!" Sam nodded with vigor and made me blush, it was the first time Sam called me that, I had made it a point for the girls who throw themselves at me to call me Blainy.
It's cute and makes me giggle in an unmanly fashion.
When Sam says it, it's like I need CPR.
Hmm, if I told Sam I stopped breathing maybe he might give me CPR. Tempting.
Sam's father, who too seemed surprised at the nickname usage took a deep breathe, holding it for an alarmingly long time before letting the air out all at once, "Okay!"
Sam's eyes widened and I almost fell off my chair. (well another reason for that because one of Sam's niece's hands found my crotch)
"You guys are really okay with this?" Sam asked incredulous
Sam's mother looked up sadly, "Sam we always kind of knew"
Knew? Knew what?
"Sam, your father and I had decided long ago that we'd even forego grandchildren for the sake of Sam's happiness if it's in Blaine. We trust Blaine. Maybe you two can adopt or get a surrogate mother or someone to carry your baby."
Sam's father chuckled, "And after yesterday's discussion we thought you had fallen in love with a foreigner or something! At least Blaine has known us since you were a mere child."
"That and they already have two grandkids, what more do they need?" Sam's sister suddenly chirped up from somewhere. She was my hero sort of since childhood; especially now that her grandkid producing skills have saved Sam the responsibility.
I felt tears form in my eyes as I wrestled the three year old's hands decisively out of the vicinity of my crotch. Oh Sam, your parents could see it, why can't you? You plus me is equal to perfection. We defy all laws of nature. We've clearly been made for each other, who knows, I might even be able to get pregnant through sheer love and willpower if you marry me.
But Sam's gaze remained steely on the table top while his parents smiled pleasantly at us; his mom came over to pull our heads to either of her shoulder and gave us her blessings.
"You're sure you don't want grandkids from me?" I admired his last ditch effort while secretly wanting to wring his necks until he died, maybe then I could freeze him and keep him with myself forever.
Sam stood up and pulled me with him, his sister giggling probably at our linked hands while his brother only yawned at the whole situation but then a shriek sounded and I realized Sam's three year old niece was clinging to my legs. She seems to really like me, or maybe my pheromones are just THAT powerful. I'm not heartless though and I'd have loved to play with her if it was anyone but Sam holding my hand then.
But it WAS Sam pulling my hand and after wrestling the kid off my foot with promises of more lap huggles and warm milk and cookies I followed him to his bedroom.
I practically live in this room but today knowing that I was 'Sam's bride approved' I felt like I came here for the first time. It's amusing how much people's perspective of the same thing can change how you view them.
I felt my cheeks get hotter as I looked at his bed and Sam kicked the door close and plopped down on it.
Okay...not good **kyaaaaa**
I shuffled over to his desk chair and sat down, Sam gave me a puzzled look and pointed to the free space beside him on the bed.
More shuffling ensued as I edged slowly towards him. Sam only sighed and when I got close enough he pulled me down onto the bed and snuggled into my shoulder.
SAM WANTED TO KILL ME. **PANTS**
I brought my hands up into his hair and stroked his short blonde back from his forehead.
"I can't believe it didn't work."
"Mmm"
Sam sighed and killed me a little more as he snuggled closer throwing a leg over mine and turned me into an impromptu bolster.
His door opened and his mom walked in with two cups of coffee. She seemed almost about to drop it. Quickly composing herself (Sam's quick reflexes and fluid movements are genetic, yes) she set the coffee down and coughed lightly, uneasily, "Sorry to bother you boys." She left us in the wake of her high pitched giggle.
I don't get why she apologized, she must have seen this scene a hundred times already. Sam and I were sort of touchy-feely.
And then I remembered how I reacted to the room. Did she think that this was an intimate moment?
Oh.
But this was common Sam and Blaine behavior and it finally hit me why she said that they all sort of knew. For two boys who cuddled together into manhood, turning out to be lovers must not be an earth shattering shock.
I knew, Sam's family knew, my mom and brother probably knew too. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SAM KNOW!?
Author Note: this fic is basically the re-write of a fic with the exact same name by the amazing nande-daiyo, you can find the original fic here in her livejournal ( . ), and this is her tumblr (instantklainehappiness), though I have to say it's originally not for glee, and she being as awesome she is allowed me to change it to fit these guys, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
hopefully ill be able to update soon.