"Dude, how bad is it?"
Sam's voice, sounding rather miserable, drew Blaine from his early-morning, locker front fugue. He'd accidentally slept in and hadn't had the chance to grab a coffee, so his brain was slow to roll over.
Turning to face his friend, Blaine asked, "What's wro…."
His question trailed off when he caught sight of Sam, slouched against the locker, an impressive pout on his lips. As always, he looked absurdly adorable, but today there was something different.
A pair of black, half rimmed, rectangular glasses sat on his nose, magnifying his normally striking green eyes. Sam was one of the hottest boys at McKinley, Blaine had always been aware of and appreciated this fact, but somehow the addition of the glasses was just scorchingly sexy.
The hint of unshaved stubble on his chin did nothing to help matters, framing those pink lips in a way that made Blaine's higher brain functions come to a screeching halt.
"That bad, huh? Carol noticed me squinting and dragged me to the eye doctor. Contacts are on order, so I'll only have to wear these for a few days if they're that awful…."
"They're good!" Blaine blurted, finding his voice, if a slightly breathy version of said voice. "Sorry, I was just…." Drooling, lusting, trying not to throw myself at you, "… Surprised."
"Oh." Green eyes blinked at him. "So they look okay?"
Blaine knew that Sam had some strange, perplexing self-confidence issues concerning his appearance. Somehow he didn't seem to know he looks like an Adonis. "Sam, what I'm about to tell you if something bros don't tell each other. I am speaking simply on aesthetics here, with all the authority of a gay man," he intoned seriously. "Those glasses, on you, look so incredibly sexy, my brain broke for a moment. Now, if you could forget that I said that but remember the intent, that would be super."
Sam gaped at him, clearly stunned. "You think I look sexy?" he asked softly, then gnawed on his full lower lip. "Is it just the glasses or…?"
Well, at least he didn't seem uncomfortable. "No, Sam, it's you. The glasses just kind of…highlight things."
Sam's bright smile was a relief. "Thanks! That's the first time anyone has called me sexy when they weren't shoving money into my shorts!"
The mental image of Sam, wearing his new glasses and little more than hotpants was…interesting to say the least. "I find that hard to believe," Blaine croaked, throat suddenly achingly dry.
Sam shrugged. "It's true. I'm always cute or sweet or hand someone a good day. Guys like you are the sexy ones."
"Uh…I beg to differ. You look like an Abercrombie model."
Scrunching up his face, Sam replied, "That's so gener…gena…cookie cutter. You got that whole talented, handsome, suave, stylish thing working for you. That's hot."
Blaine blinked. "Are we seriously having this conversation?"
"We are," Sam agreed, then shook his head. "I need some caffeine. Want to see if we can hit up the cafeteria before first bell?"
"God yes."
Maybe a jolt of caffeine would help him banish thoughts of rippling, white muscles and adorably nerdy glasses, of how soft lips and bristly stubble would feel dragging along his inner thigh….
It was doubtful, but it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility.