"Pass the glitter"
Blaine sighed heavily and pushed the pot of red glitter across the table at his best friend. "I still don't understand why we have to do this."
Sam chuckled slightly and tipped some sparkles over the glue on the card in front of him, spreading it out over a hastily drawn heart.
"They needed to be done, and the girls are doing decorations. We're the only guys gay enough to volunteer."
A splutter of laughter burst from Blaine's lips as he wrote, "You're bee-tiful" above a picture of a giant bumblebee.
"You're not gay, Sammy…and what the hell does a bee have to do with Valentines Day?"
"No flipping idea" He replied with a grin, running a hand through his hair and managing to spread some kind of pink glittery gloop through it. "And who says I'm not gay?"
Blaine raised his eyebrows and used the corner of his cardigan to wipe away some of the mess. "Uh, you, Sam. Multiple times."
"Fuck off" Sam laughed, shaking his hair in a pathetic attempt to clean it. "Maybe I'm bisexual, you don't know."
"I have awesome gaydar, Samuel. You're totally, one hundred percent, stra…"
Blaine was interrupted as Sam pressed his hand over his best friends mouth, ticking his tongue out. "Don't call me Samuel."
The dark-haired boy smirked against his hand, flicking out his tongue and licking Sams palm playfully, laughing as the blonde pulled his hand away with a squeal. "Hey!"
"I'll call you whatever I want…how does Captain smushypants sound?"
"It sounds like your death sentence"
"Fuck you, Captain Smushypants"
Sam smirked and threw some glitter into his best friends face.
"You wish, Anderson."
Blaine winked and stuck a love heart on the end of the blondes nose, chuckling. "True. Very, very…true."
His voice quietened as he rested his forehead against Sams, whispering, "Prove it."
Sam, slightly startled, mumbled, "P-prove what?"
"That you're not straight."
He paused for a moment, looking down into Blaine's eyes, noticing how they seemed to be glistening with excitement.
Before he could change his mind, Sam moved forwards, pressing his lips against his best friends firmly, one glitter-covered hand curling into his hair as the other let its fingers tangle together with Blaine's.
They stayed like that, kissing slowly and gently for a minute, before Blaine pulled away, lips red and rosy cheeks to match.
"I…"
Sams cheeks darkened and he brushed some glitter from his own cheek.
"Do you want to maybe go to Colour Me Mine on Friday?"
The other boy grinned and nodded, chuckling softly at Sams dorkiness.
It might be risky, but he was willing to try this.
He just prayed he wouldn't lose his best friend in the process.