Sam sat on Blaine's bed, legs in a criss-cross position, Blaine on the other side leaning against the brown, wood headboard, their textbooks open hand-written notes scattered everywhere between the two boys.
"State testing sucks." Sam mumbled, changing his position to where he was laying on his stomach, his feet kicking in the air behind him. "No joke," Blaine mumbled as he shuffled through the papers and picked up the textbooks to try and find a certain paper. He bit his lip as he watched Blaine thoughtfully, his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly as he concentrated on finding whatever he needed. God he was so cute.
What the… Sam blinked and sat up slightly and massaging his temples. He'd been thinking these thoughts for a few weeks now, and he was so confused. He didn't know if it was a phase, or… Or if he really was…gay?
No, I like girls. Blaine is not a girl. Blaine is a boy—and also my best friend.
Blaine sat up as he found the paper, grinning at Sam with his large, toothy grin. "Are you even listening?" He laughed. "Maybe we should take a break…" Blaine pushed all of their materials to the side and crawled over to him, sitting down to the side of him, elbowing him.
"What are you thinking about? You seem..lost."
Sam wanted to talk to him about it, but he didn't know how to start it, so as awkward as it might seem, he popped out something that came directly to his mouth:
"Blaine, I've been having these feelings."
His best friend looked at him seriously, leaning in and cocking his head to see his eyes, which were darting back and forth from the wall and their feet, so undeniably close to one another's.
"What..kind…of feelings?" Blaine asked suspiciously.
Oh no, he thinks I'm a freak, I just ruined everything between us, oh my God no, no, no…
Despite his negative thoughts, he kept going. "I…Okay, so you know how I always look at those girls in our class? And the way they walk, and then the girls like TV shows? Well…I…kind of…look at boys…like…that…" He trailed off, waiting for Blaine's reaction, wanting to jump up and just run home, but he forced himself to stay on the bed as he bite his lip as the seconds ticked by and still painful silence.
Suddenly, the taste of his lips was on mine. My first kiss at twelve years old. After a few seconds of the unbroken kiss, he broke apart and looked into Sam's sparkling blue eyes. "It's okay," Blaine mumbled.
"Me too. I thought I was a freak at first, too. But it's okay, because even though we probably don't know what gay is…We know ourselves."
"Gay? Wait. You think I'm gay?"
Now it was Blaine's turn to be flustered. "I—but..You..You said you—" Sam cut him off with his finger to his own mouth. "I might be, because that was the best kiss I will probably ever have."