Hello, readers! I'm a big Blam shipper, and I've been meaning to write a story involving them for a while, so here is the first chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this, once I finally got started, and I wrote it all today, so if there are errors or you think it sucks, I'll understand, but I do have to say I'm pretty happy with it, especially with how I wrote Blaine's family. So, anyway, I'd love some reviews to let me know what's working. I have the first few chapters planned out already, but at some point I might start asking what y'all would like to see :) Enjoy!
P.S. For those of you who started reading my first story "Not On Your Own Anymore" (a Klaine story) and are wondering why I only wrote three chapters and haven't updated since this summer... I won't bore you with the details, but this semester at school has been an absolute stress machine. Three out of my four classes have been centered around creative writing, so doing it so much for school kind of made me want to avoid writing in my free time, so that's all I have to say about that. I think I will finish that story at some point, but this has been taking over my brain lately, so I'm going to be focused primarily on it. Sorry about that!
As Blaine lay on his bed trying to count the little bumps on his popcorn-textured ceiling for the third time that day, he wracked his brain for something to do. It was three weeks into summer vacation, and he was already bored with all the activities he used to take such pleasure in. Ten-hour Xbox sessions didn't mean as much when he could have one every day with no schoolwork to worry about; he had already read everything on his bookshelf at least twice (sure, there was some assigned summer reading, but who does that until at least a week or two before school starts?); and even swimming in his family's pool wasn't as appealing when there was no one to enjoy it with him.
Normally, Blaine would have his school friends around to make the time pass more quickly. But this summer was different. Everyone had either gone away with their families for vacation or had gotten summer jobs that dominated their schedules. And since Blaine was also lamentably boyfriend-less, he was left all alone. Well, he had his parents, of course, and they were great, but he didn't exactly want to "hang out" with them.
By this point on any other day, Blaine would have already resulted to his favorite method of passing time and relieving built up tension: a very long and very thorough "self-love" ritual. However, his mother, not feeling well, had decided to stay home from work. The knowledge that she was right in the other room effectively discouraged Blaine from any erotic activity in which he would have otherwise partaken.
Blaine had just lost count of the bumps and was starting in on his fourth round of counting when he heard the sound of the mail truck approaching. Thankful for the opportunity to do anything else, he sprang up and made his way to the front door.
"Mail's here, I'll get it," he called out.
"Okay, sweetie, thank you."
Before going outside, Blaine quickly checked his appearance in the mirror that hung next to the door. He didn't necessarily expect that he would need to look his best, but he never knew when a hot guy might happen to drive by. After making sure that the collar on his button-down shirt was even and his dark, curly hair was sufficiently gelled down, he opened the door and started down the walkway towards the mailbox.
The first thing he noticed was the large moving van parked in front of the house next door. The back-end was open and Blaine saw that it was full of stuff, but it looked like it was already partially empty. The house had been vacant for almost a month, so the prospects of a new family in the neighborhood, especially right next door, excited him.
Maybe there'll finally be another kid on the street that I can be friends with, he thought.
He reached the mailbox, opened it up, and started looking through the various envelopes and magazines to see what was important and what could be thrown away. His attention was diverted, though, when the front door of the newly inhabited house opened and two blonde children, a boy and a girl, ran out into the front yard. The boy appeared to be eight or nine years old and was carrying a small soccer ball; the girl was probably a year or two younger.
Blaine sighed. Well, shit. I should have been more specific and wished for another teenage kid to hang out with.
They stopped when they saw Blaine. The boy only briefly looked at him before continuing into the yard. The girl gave a small smile and a little wave. Blaine, wanting to seem friendly, did the same. He considered for a moment approaching and introducing himself, but then he figured that it might freak out their parents to see a strange boy attempting to converse with their young children.
"C'mon, Stacey, let's play catch," the boy called out, breaking Blaine from his short zone-out. Taking that as his cue, he gave one last nod to Stacey and her brother and walked back up the concrete pathway into his own house. Once inside, he headed to his parents' bedroom where his mother was resting on the bed.
"Here you go, mom," he said, handing over her mail and sitting next to her on the edge of the bed.
She smiled. "Oh, thank you, Blaine. You're so good to me."
"Not a problem," Blaine began. "There're some people moving into that house next door."
"Really? It's about time that thing sold. Did you see anyone?"
"Just a couple of kids, both less than ten probably."
"Did you talk to them?"
"No, I didn't want to seem like a creep."
She scoffed. "Blaine, since when is being friendly being a creep? Anyway, we'll have to go introduce ourselves at some point, once I feel better."
"All right, mom," Blaine laughed a little and shook his head. "Well, is there anything else you need while I'm here?"
"No thanks, sweetie, I'm fine for now."
With that, Blaine got up and went into the living room.
I guess I'll just see if there's anything interesting on TV.
About an hour later, the doorbell rang. Blaine furrowed his brow and looked toward the front door.
Who the hell could that be? It's the middle of a weekday.
He turned off the television—he wasn't even really sure what he'd been watching for the last sixty minutes—and rose from the sofa to go answer the door. As soon as he opened it up and saw who was standing there, he hoped that his face didn't reflect the feelings that erupted inside him.
There on the porch was the most gorgeous guy Blaine had ever laid eyes on. He was taller than Blaine by a few inches. He had straight, light-blonde hair that covered his forehead and fell slightly into his blue eyes (or were they green? Blaine couldn't tell). And then the lips: he had the fullest, most luscious, most utterly delicious-looking lips Blaine had ever seen. These separated and turned up into a bright smile.
"Hi there," the beautiful boy began. "I'm Sam Evans. My family is moving in next door," he said, gesturing over towards the moving truck Blaine had seen earlier.
Sweet Lord, there is a God! My second wish was answered! I'm glad I made sure I looked good earlier!
Blaine was still in shock from the sheer hotness of the creature standing on his front porch. After a second or two of silence, Blaine's mind finally started working again and he held out his hand.
"H-hi," he said, his voice still a bit uneven. "I'm Blaine."
Sam smiled again and shook Blaine's hand. As soon as their skin touched, Blaine's hand felt tingly all over, like the feeling when a foot or a leg is waking up from having gone to sleep, but in a good, non-painful way.
"Nice to meet you," Sam said. The two boys stood there for a few seconds, hands still clasped in the handshake. Finally, Blaine realized how long it had been and let go; Sam chuckled awkwardly.
"Um, anyway, now that I've introduced myself, that's not the only reason I came over here," he said, that brilliant smile flashing again. "My little brother and sister were playing with a ball, and it went over the fence into your backyard. Could I get that back for them?"
"Oh, yeah, of course," Blaine said. "Come on in, I'll take you." He stepped aside so Sam could get through the door.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Sam said as he walked into the Anderson home.
Blaine shut the front door behind them. "No problem at all. Follow me."
Sam walked behind Blaine through the living room and to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard.
"Damn, this is a nice house," Sam stated.
"Thanks," Blaine answered with a little laugh. "I like it well enough."
Blaine opened up the sliding glass door. "After you," he said, motioning for Sam to exit first, which he did. Blaine walked out behind Sam and took full advantage of the view…which he totally didn't plan at all. Sam had broad shoulders, and his middle tapered down to a slim waist and, from what Blaine could tell through the denim blue-jeans, a very nice ass. Long story short, the boy had the body of a Greek god. Luckily Sam's attention was focused elsewhere, so he didn't notice Blaine's rather obvious ogling.
"Dude, this is a sweet pool," Sam exclaimed. "Y'all have a hot tub and everything."
"Thank you," Blaine said, glad for the distraction so he wouldn't be caught drooling. "You'll have to come over some time and we can go swimming."
Sam turned around and smiled that aggravatingly dazzling smile again. "That would be awesome, man. Thanks." He turned back around and scanned the grassy area. "Oh, there's the ball." Blaine turned his head in the direction Sam was looking and, sure enough, there was the little soccer ball he had seen the two kids playing with before.
The two walked over; Sam bent down and picked the ball up.
"Normally I would have just hopped the fence to come get this instead of going to your door, but I figured that would be kind of weird," he said, laughing.
Blaine laughed too. "Well, now I know you, so if you ever need to come retrieve another ball, feel free to come over the fence if no one's back here to get it for you."
"I'm sure I will have to at some point. Stevie and Stacey have a knack for losing toys that way. But that's little siblings for you."
"Yeah, but they seem like cute kids," Blaine said. Then Sam gave him a funny look and he realized what he'd just said, quickly adding, "I saw them out in the front yard a little while ago when I went to get our mail."
The look of confusion left Sam's face. "Oh yeah, they were out there. I told them to go play in the back. With my parents and me taking care of stuff inside, I didn't want them out near the street and where we couldn't keep an eye on them."
Oh my God, he's not only hot but he's sweet and thoughtful too! Blaine swooned for a moment. "You sound like a great big brother."
"It's just my job," Sam replied. "Well, I'd better get back over to the house. Stevie and Stacey will be wanting their ball back and my parents still need my help in getting everything unpacked."
"All right," Blaine said, a little disappointed that Sam had to go. "I'll walk you back out. Do you need help with anything over there?"
"Nah, we've got everything inside, it's just a matter of arranging furniture and unboxing stuff. Thank you for offering, though."
The two boys walked back through the Anderson house and to the front door. Blaine opened it for Sam and he stepped out onto the porch. He turned back around to face Blaine.
"Well, thanks again for letting me go get this," he said, holding up the ball.
"Like I said, no problem," Blaine answered with a smile.
Sam smiled back. "You know, I'm glad we met. Knowing this was an older neighborhood, I was worried there wouldn't be anyone for me to hang out with for the rest of the summer."
"Likewise," Blaine said. "And it's lucky for you that I am here, because when it comes to teenagers on this street, I was the only one until you showed up."
Sam laughed at this. "Yeah, lucky for me, huh? Well, I've got to go, but it was great to meet you, and maybe we can hang out sometime soon. It'll be nice to have a buddy around."
A buddy? Damn! Blaine thought. "Definitely. You know where to find me," he said.
"This I do," Sam said, chuckling again. "See you, Blaine." With one last smile and one last little wave, Sam turned and walked back to his family's new house.
"Bye, Sam," Blaine said before shutting the door. He turned around and leaned against it, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath to stifle the squeal building up in his throat, feeling like a giddy girl who just got home from a perfect date, but not even caring about the corniness of the gesture.
The next thing he heard was his mother's voice.
"Well, well, who was that, dear?"
Startled, Blaine opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. His mother was wearing her bathrobe, standing next to the sofa in the living room, a slight smirk present on her face.
"When did you get there?" Blaine asked in shock.
"Doesn't matter. Who was that?" she said again.
"His name is Sam Evans. It's his family moving in next door. The little kids from earlier accidentally threw their ball into our backyard, so he came over here to get it."
"That was sweet of him," she said. "From what I just happened to witness, I assume he's something of a looker."
Blaine looked his mother square in the face. "I can't describe it. It's an otherworldly beauty that has to be seen to be comprehended."
She laughed out loud at this. "I'll take your word for it, honey. Does he play for your team?"
"He told me that he's glad I'm here to be his 'buddy,' mom. Somehow that makes me doubt it."
"Hm, oh well. Nothing says you can't still enjoy the scenery," she said, turning and going back to her bedroom, leaving Blaine still leaning against the door.
At the dinner table that night, Blaine's father opened up the conversation towards his wife.
"So, Jane, are you feeling better?"
"Oh, yes," she responded. "I had our little Blainey-boo here to tend to my every need."
"Excellent. Son, besides taking care of your mother, what exciting things did you do today?"
"Not much," Blaine responded.
"Come on now, Blaine, don't lie to your father," his mother said, snickering. "Our son is in love, Michael."
"Mom," Blaine whined, "I told you, he's not even interested in that."
"Oh, really? Who's the lucky fellow?" his father said, ignoring Blaine's remark.
"His name is Sam. His family just moved in next door and I just met him today," Blaine said tersely.
"Oh, that's all you're going to say, is it? What about the part where you swooned over him for almost a minute after he left?"
Blaine groaned. "My level of attraction to him is irrelevant. He's straight."
"Does he know you're not?"
"Not unless he can read minds and heard all the stuff I was thinking about his body. It didn't exactly come up in the flow of conversation."
"It's okay, son," Blaine's father assured him. "Someday you'll find someone who wants nothing more than to buy what you're selling."
"Dad, please don't ever say that again."
That night Blaine lay in bed, trying to go to sleep, but something was keeping him up…certainly not the unforgettable image of blonde hair, green (or blue) eyes, full lips, and a perfectly shaped ass.