Summary: Sam and Blaine are happily living the adults life together they had dreamt of so much in their little and cosy match box, having been able to get the past behind. Of course things were not going to be so easy, though, right?

A/N: Yes, this is a second part to "Someone to fight for", because I missed that universe and those sweet little kids :) I still don't know exactly where this is going to, but I'm going to enjoy their fluffiness until then. Hope you enjoy it too ;)

CHAPTER 1

Blaine closed his eyes for a second and sighed, contented, letting himself be bathed by the last rays of light of the day coming through the window. As he went into motion again, cleaning the table in front of him with a wet cloth, he couldn't help but smile: Sam should be getting out of the supermarket he worked in around then, so in about five or ten minutes (depending on how much he hurried), he would undoubtedly be walking through the door of the cafe to pick him up. Because he was wonderful like that.

"Daydreaming again, Blainers?" Blaine heard a voice at his back, and once again he smiled.

"What gave you that idea?" Blaine answered, turning around with a tray full of empty glasses and bottles towards the bar.

"The goofy smile on your face, maybe?" Kitty answered from behind the bar, moving aside to let Blaine space when he reached it.

"It's just your imagination" Blaine lied with a smile, knowing he could hardly keep anything from his good friend.

"I need to get me one of those"

"One of what?"

"One of those boyfriend things to make me smile like that just by thinking about them" Kitty explained, batting her eyelashes stupidly to make Blaine laugh wholeheartedly.

Kitty was great, Blaine thought. In the few months he had been working on the cafe with her she had been nothing but wonderful with him, to the point of them having become very good friends. She clearly adored Blaine in a totally platonic way, and she jokingly pretended to hate Sam because of it. But both Sam and Blaine knew they could count on her completely if they ever needed to. She was just one more of the wonderful things that had filled their new life together.

"Anyone in mind?" Blaine questioned her, knowingly.

"No" she answered with an exaggerated sigh. "I guess you'll have to put up with me being a third wheel with you and Sam for a while yet"

"You know I don't mind at all, but don't pretend there is no one on your sight, I know how you feel about..."

"Oh, look, it's our favourite client" Kitty jokingly interrupted him as Sam came through the door. "Sam, how nice to see you! It's been like what... three hours?"

"Hahaha, you're so funny" Sam answered as he walked towards the bar, and then he leant over it to give Blaine a quick peck on the lips as a greeting. "Hey, you"

"Hey yourself" Blaine answered with a loving smile.

They hadn't agreed on Sam picking him up at the cafe in his way home from work, but they hardly ever did anyway: Sam would just appear, he'd made Blaine's day with it, and then they would go home together and have that simple, easy and warm life they loved so much –and that they had longed for for so long.

"And for your information" Sam added, again turning to Kitty, "I hadn't been here at all today yet"

"How stupid of me to make such a mistake then" Kitty kept on with the joking. "You are here so often that I lost count. I'm getting used to you as part of the furniture"

"Any chance you're just jealous it's not you whom I come to see?"

"Yeah, sure. Keep dreaming, baby" she answered, laughing along with her friends, as she went out from behind the counter to serve some new clients that had just arrived.

"So how was your day, love?" Sam asked as soon as he found himself alone with his boyfriend.

"Pretty much the same as every day" Blaine answered good-naturedly. "Yours?"

"Same. You're finishing your shift soon, right?"

"Yeah, in about half an hour. But you look tired, why don't you get going home and I'll be there as soon as I finish here?" Blaine offered, cupping Sam's cheek as he tenderly looked for any signs of tiredness in his face.

"No, I think I'll just wait for you" Sam answered, placing a tiny kiss on Blaine's palm.

"I was kind of hoping you'd say that" Blaine confessed, giving Sam one of his magical smiles, before leaning over to capture Sam's lips in a slow kiss.

"Enough of that, you two, you're scaring all the clients off" Kitty joked as he came back to the bar, making Sam sigh dramatically and Blaine laugh at their silliness.

"Do you want something to drink, love?" Blaine offered.

"Just... some tea" Sam agreed.

Blaine swiftly prepared the beverage for his boyfriend, just as he liked it, and put it in front of him, while Sam took the stool closer to him and sat down to drink it while he waited for him to finish his shift. Just then Blaine's mobile beeped, and he took it out of his apron's pocket to see who had texted him.

"Who is it?" Sam asked, curious, seeing the smile spreading on his boyfriend's face.

"It's Wes" Blaine answered, always happy to hear from his best friend.

"Oh, and how is everything with him? It's been quite a while since we heard from him"

"He says he's coming after the Christmas holidays to see our apartment, if it's alright with us. And he's bringing David and Trent too!" Blaine explained in obvious excitement.

"That's great!" Sam exclaimed cheerfully, glad to see his boyfriend so happy at the news. "I bet you're dying to see them"

"You bet I am! It's been a long time since we went to visit them at summer. And they've never been here, I'm dying to show them everything. We could even introduce them to the boys!"

"That would be cool! Although you've talked so much about them, that it's almost as they already know each other" Sam fondly commented, and Blaine mockingly stuck his tongue out at him.

"I can't believe this, apart from your family everyone I love will be together in the same place once they're here!" Blaine felt so excited as he spoke that Sam's heart warmed with tenderness.

"Well, thanks" Kitty murmured from the other side of the bar, and Blaine immediately felt guilty he had let her out of it.

"Oh, but you can come too, Kitty! I would love for you to come!" he honestly offered.

"Really?" Kitty asked, mockingly pouting.

"Yes, of course. You know the boys already"

"He's only speaking for himself, of course" Sam couldn't help but add, never losing the chance to mock her.

"That's all I need, I care very little about your opinion anyway" Kitty answered, her lips curving slightly upwards without her being able to prevent it.

"Puck will be there too, of course" Blaine whispered to her suggestively.

"And why would I care if he was there?" Kitty asked, suddenly with suspicious crimson stains on her cheeks.

"Oh, I don't know. I just thought you'd like to know" Blaine answered, winking at her. Yes, he couldn't keep much from her, but that also worked the other way around and she knew it, even if she pretended not to know what was going on in Blaine's head.

As Kitty continued serving the tables, Blaine took care of the dirty dishes on the sink, right under the bar, so he could do something useful without moving away from his boyfriend. Sam carefully sipped his hot tea, all the while watching Blaine's face cautiously, and it was not much later that he noticed all the previous joy gone from Blaine's face, having been replaced by a slight frown.

"Love?" Sam called him to get his attention.

"Yeah?" Blaine responded, clearly having been interrupted in some deep thinking.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, sure" Blaine answered with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and then resumed his task without further explanation. Sam was not about to give up so easily, though.

"Hey, what is it?" Sam asked, holding Blaine's chin across the bar to keep him from looking away.

"Well, not really everyone I love is going to be there..." Blaine confessed with the saddest smile.

Sam sighed in understanding, and then he picked Blaine's hand to bring it to his lips and kiss it.

"Cooper?" Sam asked, not needing any more words to make himself understood.

"Yeah" Blaine sadly admitted. "I wish he could be there too"

"I'm sorry, Blaine, but he could" Sam roughly contradicted him, feeling that familiar disdain he felt whenever Cooper's name appeared on a conversation. "I don't want to sound harsh, but don't say it as if there was something preventing him from being there. He would be if he had ever taken the trouble to get in contact with you"

"I know, but maybe..." Blaine tried to defend him, but Sam didn't let him finish.

"No, Blaine. You know I'm right. I know he's your brother, but I wish you would stop thinking about him. He didn't do anything to deserve for you to worry about him all the time" Sam honestly explained, wanting to make a point even if he knew his words would hurt his boyfriend.

"I don't like you talking about him like that, Sam" Blaine gently reproached him, with no trace of anger in his voice because he understood Sam's good intentions.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I really am, but it's how I feel about him and I don't want to lie to you. I know I tend to get a little overprotective with you..."

"A little?" Blaine asked, this time with a smile on his face.

"Ok, a lot" Sam chuckled. "But that's just because I love you so much"

"I know. And I understand your feelings towards him, believe me. But I... he's still my brother"

"You're right" Sam answered, suddenly feeling guilty for his harsh words. After all, Blaine couldn't help missing him, could he? "I can't help what I feel about him but there's no need for me to criticize him. I'm sorry I spoke ill of him"

"Oh, time to go!" Blaine exclaimed as he looked at his watch, clearly wanting to change the subject, not wanting to argue with Sam when he could understand him so well. "Kitty, the fort is all yours to keep, I'm leaving" Blaine spoke aloud, already taking off his apron, so she would hear him.

"How come you get to leave two hours before I do?" Kitty groaned.

"Maybe because I started my shift two hours before you did?" Blaine answered, his jacket already on.

"Probably more, considering how you're always late" Sam couldn't help but interfering in the conversation.

"You know, you would expect me to get angry about that, but you happen to be right, so..." she answered good-naturedly.

"See you in a couple of days, Kitty. Merry Christmas" Blaine laughed as he passed by her, and kissed her cheek in appreciation of her friendship.

"Merry Christmas, honey. And you too, you freak, I'm sure I'll see you soon too" she spoke after Sam, making him laugh in earnest.

"Oh, you can be sure of that, you haven't seen the last of me" he answered before putting his arm around Blaine's waist and guiding him to the door.

Sam opened his eyes as the first rays of light in the morning touched him through the window. They never bothered to close the curtains at night because Blaine would love to watch the night sky whenever he had trouble to sleep, as it somehow calmed his nerves. And Sam wouldn't usually awake with the light (gosh, he was a heavy sleeper), but today he felt rested and great.

He turned on his side and lifted his upper body on his elbow to look at the person lying next to him. Blaine was, surprisingly enough, still asleep. He looked so beautiful, Sam thought, lying face-down on the mattress with his face to Sam, with an almost imperceptible contented smile on his face and his adorable culy hair all tangled and messy. Sam felt a rush of love for him, and he couldn't help bringing his hand softly to Blaine's bare back to caress his spine up and down with the tip of his fingers.

Blaine had been sleeping much better lately, although he still would lie awake for hours from time to time with some sudden anxiety he didn't know where it came from. He never awoke Sam intentionally, though the latter always seemed to have a sixth sense with it and awoke on his own to find Blaine wide awake. He would never say anything: he would simply kiss him and then he'd spoon him, his hand on Blaine's chest, until he felt his heart slow down to a normal rhythm.

But today was not one of these days; Blaine was simply sleeping peacefully. Or had been until then, Sam though, as Blaine's eyes slowly opened to greet a new day and the smile on his lips widened at Sam's loving ministrations.

"Morning" Sam whispered in Blaine's ear, leaning over him to place a kiss on the brunet's temple, making him sigh in bliss.

"Who are you and what have you done with my usually sleepy boyfriend?" Blaine joked, still unmoving, his voice still slurred by sleep.

"I guess you were such a sight I had to remain awake to enjoy the view for a while"

"How can you be so sweet?" Blaine answered, smiling goofily, as he turned on his back without moving from his place and grabbed the back of Sam's head to bring him down to him and kiss him properly.

"Because being sweet earns me kisses like that, that's why" Sam joked, once the kiss broke, settling back on his side next to Blaine. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept great. I'm totally rested and ready for the day"

"So what do you want to do today, since neither one of us has to work?"

"We should go buy something to bring to your parents tonight. We can't go to a Christmas dinner empty-handed, can we? Especially when all your family is going to be there"

It was the first time Blaine was going to be having dinner with Sam's whole family, and it was in such a special occasion as Christmas's eve. It was going to be the first Christmas he was going to spend with them as a family, and Sam knew he was pretty nervous about it, even if it was in a good way.

"Sweetie, you have to relax about it. It's just a dinner" Sam patiently explained, all the while playing with the curls falling on Blaine's forehead.

"No, it's Christmas dinner, and the first one for me, to be exact. I want to make a good impression" Blaine answered, as usual sharing his fears with his boyfriend because he knew Sam would always try and make them better.

"But you will, love. You only have to be your usual charming self and you will have no problem. Besides, you already know my Granny and she adores you. And you know my cousin Santana as well"

"But I still don't know your aunt and uncle. And I don't think your cousin Santana likes me very much, to be honest" Blaine confessed.

"What? Don't be silly, she loves you"

"No, Sam, she really doesn't"

"Ok, you're right, I'm sorry" Sam confessed guiltily.

"Am I? But why? What have I ever done to her?" Blaine asked, sitting up in a heartbeat as his worst suspicions were confirmed.

"It's nothing personal, I think. It's just… we were quite the pranksters when we were little" Sam explained, sitting up too and caressing Blaine's forearm in a comforting way. "We've never had a very deep relationship, but we got along great through our pranks, and we would usually cause quite a ruckus, especially at Christmas Night, one way or another. And she loved that"

"And I changed that, I guess" Blaine lamented with a sigh.

"Well, I've obviously settled down a lot since I'm with you" Sam explained, and Blaine had to smile at how proud Sam seemed to be about their very mature relationship. "Though I think I would have anyway, we are not children anymore. I've tried to make her see that, but she's just too stubborn"

"So you knew she didn't like me?"

"Well… yeah, I did. She's not very subtle"

"Why? Did she tell you?" Blaine asked.

"Kind of" Sam confessed embarrassedly.

"And why didn't you tell me? It would have been nice to know I was not imagining things"

"Because I didn't want you to know" Sam calmly explained, taking Blaine's hand in his. "You wanted so badly for everybody to like you I didn't want you to be disappointed. But hey, it's alright, everybody else loves you, you know that!"

"Yeah, but Santana…"

"Don't worry about Santana. She'll have to mature someday, won't she?"

"I guess"

"Don't think about her. It's going to be wonderful tonight, my aunt and uncle are going to love you and you're going to have a great time with all the family. I know you've been looking forward to it" Sam smiled fondly at him, and stretched forwards to give Blaine's lips a quick peck.

"I really have" Blaine confessed. "I've never had a large family Christmas's dinner before. Since I remember, it was only my mother, Cooper and I. And then last year…"

"Well, you have a large family now" Sam gently interrupted him as he got on his knees and put an arm around Blaine to attract him to him and kiss him. He didn't want for his spirits to dampen remembering the Christmas from the year before, with only his abusive father as a company. Today was supposed to be perfect.

Blaine was quick to get on his knees too and reciprocated the kiss. Having Blaine firmly pressed against his own body, though, had an immediate reaction and Sam couldn't stop himself from capturing his lips again in a slower kiss as his hand travelled all the way down Blaine's spine.

"I thought we were supposed to go shopping" Blaine murmured against Sam's lips, apparently not having any intention of breaking the moment either judging by how strongly his arms closed around Sam's torso in a tight embrace.

"I don't think we are in that much of a hurry" Sam answered, gasping in pleasure when Blaine's mouth started making a trail of kisses on his neck.

"I guess we can take our time, then" Blaine answered and then he pushed Sam into the bed, eliciting a big laugh from him, and straddled him to continue his exploration of Sam's skin down to his chest.

As Blaine had suggested, they spent a quiet and peaceful day, only going out to do some grocery shopping and to buy some pastries to bring to the Christmas dinner at the Evans' –they would have preferred to bring some wine, but they didn't have the age to buy it–, and some other things they needed for their own home. It was almost time to go and Blaine was putting all the groceries away in the kitchen area when Sam suddenly realised something.

"Do you know what you are wearing tonight?"

"What did that come from?" Blaine asked in amusement.

"I just realised I haven't seen you getting any clothes ready, and that's so strange of you" Sam pointed out, coming behind Blaine and putting his arms around his normally farsighted partner's waist.

"That's because I've known what I'm going to wear for a long time" Blaine answered with an enigmatic smile, bringing his hand to caress Sam's face on his shoulder.

"Oh. And what's that?"

"The sweater your granny knitted for me, obviously"

"Really? It's horrible!" Sam exclaimed, letting go of Blaine to turn him around so they were standing in front of each other.

"It isn't!" Blaine replied, in fake indignation.

"Blaine, I appreciate you wanting to wear it for her, I really do, but you don't have to. None of the others will"

"Sam, you don't understand. Of course I have to: your granny took the time to knit it, and I'm sure she put her best on it"

"Yes, but he does that with everyone in the family"

"Exactly. She included me in the family, and made a sweater just for me. It's not that I have to wear it, it's just that I want to" Blaine explained, with a little more emotion than he had intended and then turned around embarrassedly to continue with his task. "You should be getting dressed, we'll have to leave soon if we don't want to be late"

"Oh, B" Sam fondly whispered to himself, and he gently stroke the back of Blaine's neck for a moment before moving towards the wardrobe, wondering if Blaine would ever stop marvelling at any little thing Sam's family did for him. He hoped not, because Sam really loved that trait about him, even if he knew where it came from. It just made him all the more special.

As Blaine finished putting everything they had bought in place, Sam started getting dressed. He usually didn't care much about what to wear, but just this time he had thought what to wear in advance and had even ironed it to look presentable enough to his mother's standards for the holidays. He sighed as he put his own sweater over his head: yes, he had ironed the shirt he was supposed to be wearing in vain, and there was nothing he hated more than ironing. But this was more important; this was about making Blaine happy. And he never missed a chance to make Blaine happy.

"You're wearing your sweater too!" Blaine exclaimed once he turned around and saw what Sam was wearing.

"Well, if you appeared with your sweater and I didn't, what would Granny think of me? It's your fault I have to wear it, I hope you realise that" Sam mockingly reproached him, but didn't reject the kiss Blaine immediately gave him.

"Thank you, Sam" Blaine honestly said, embracing his boyfriend close to his chest.

"You're welcome, love" Sam answered with a chuckle before reciprocating the embrace.

A/N: So? Does it sound interesting? Please, let me know!