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Chapter 2
Blaine seriously didn't know how he could get a grip on all of the things going on. Yes, he had turned in his Cheerios uniform but the next day it hung at his locker, nice and shiny and with a notice on it.
'Don't forget your uniform ever again, B.D.' it read.
Blaine took that darn thing and went down to the Coaches office again. She wasn't in there. He simply hung it at the door knob and then went away.
When the Mr Schue-less week started, things got even more complicated. They had scheduled a rehearsal for Monday already but as Sam and Blaine tried to get into the auditorium it was closed. So they went to the janitor who mumbled something about "Coach Sylvester has good arguments".
"Coach Sylvester?", Blaine asked but the door to the janitor's lounge was shut right in front of his nose. He ran his hand over his face.
"It's because I quit Cheerios", he said. "She wants to punish me. And get me back at the same time."
"That's so not cool", Sam nodded.
"Hey, losers. Are you looking for these?"
They turned around on the spot. It was kind of scary how Kitty was standing completely alone in the empty hallway, holding up a bunch of keys and smirking as confident as ever.
"Kitty, be nice once and just give them to us, okay?", Blaine asked without any hope she'd agree.
She came closer and jiggled the keys.
"Okay." She held the keys towards then and then pulled them back. "Oh, I forgot, I've got one condition: Give me the role of Amneris."
"You know I can't do that", Blaine said.
"Then no keys." She glared and turned around.
"Dude", Sam said under his breath. "She's mean!"
"Maybe we can talk to Tina", Blaine said. Again, without any hope. He knew his fellow Gleeks after all.
They rehearsed in the choir room that day, without costumes and much space. It was okay for one time but it would never work out as a permanent solution.
Plus the stress of being one of the Glee leaders now made Blaine forget his text more often than usual. It didn't help that they had no background music (the recorder had mysteriously vanished) and that people kept walking in, just to apologise and go out again. Strange enough all of them were Cheerios.
"Maybe I'll join them again just until the official performance is over", Blaine said after school. Of course he had to stay and put the room back in order while all his friends were home already. He started to wonder if being a Glee leader was really the best idea but as always Sam distracted him from thoughts like that.
"And then? She'll always find a way to be mean to you. If you ignore it maybe she'll leave you alone some day!", he said.
"And what are we supposed to do with the room? Plus I couldn't concentrate on my role today at all. Maybe it would be better if you were the only leader?"
Blaine put the last chair back on the stairs and went down.
"We're gonna find a solution. Just don't leave me alone in that. Hey, best idea ever: I'm gonna help you rehearse at home, yeah? I know it sucks to not do that in Glee club but…" Sam shrugged.
"I would've looked at the text anyhow", Blaine said. "Are you sure you want to spend your free time with stuff like that?"
"It's partly my fault you couldn't dive into it today, right?" Sam held up his hands and looked so expectant Blaine could only grin and agree.
"No, we can't! My people expect me to marry princess Amneris and you – you are the enemy!", Blaine dramatically said. "We can't be together."
"I know you feel the same as me. Why do you fight against it? It's love and love is never wrong", Sam said, not as dramatically but at least he didn't only read it from his paper. He glanced at it now and then but held Blaine's eyes most of the time. First he had giggled and said "Dude, that's so gay" but after the third approach of this scene he'd lain off the complaints and just went with it.
"Because it's treason! We both would be killed for it, is love really worth risking death?" Blaine turned around and ran a hand over his forehead, pleading at Sam who took a step towards him and took his hand.
"Yes, it is! Love is so much stronger than death!", he said. Blaine was now comfortable with his role, finally having all the lines coming at the right time and having built up a feeling of Radames, desperate and on the edge of freaking out. Playing with Sam helped a lot to reach Blaine's inner frustration of being unable to act out love. But soon it would be Marley again Blaine had to act all this towards to and he wouldn't do this with any less effort. When he played a role he really got into it, feeling everything the character was feeling towards his opponent, no matter what his personal feelings were.
Although it was kind of strange to get to stroke Sam's face during it. One second the real Blaine tried to come to the surface and break off the concentration on Radames but Blaine kept it under control and went on with the text.
"This can be our end", he said softly.
"If we live in a world that punishes love I'd rather die than linger here without you", Sam said. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Blaine's mouth.
Blaine froze, Radames and Blaine fighting for control once again. After two seconds Sam pulled back to look at him.
"You are supposed to push me away."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Sorry, uhm. Uhm…" Blaine stuttered and stepped back from Sam completely, looking at his script and running a hand through his hair. Just a stage kiss. Damn. Who would've guessed Sam would actually act that kiss out? Blaine had planned to skip it. Blood was whirling through his head and guts and the lines on his paper were blurry. How could he concentrate now after that? Oh God.
"Should we start from the beginning?", Sam asked.
"Uhm, no, I got it. Let's set in after I've pushed you away, alright?"
"Okay." Sam fumbled with his papers. Blaine only risked a short glance at him, then looked down and tried to be Radames again.
"My love, you are insane!", he said, voice raised high and having no troubles at all to sound upset.
"Just tell me you don't love me and I'll leave forever", Sam – no Aida, he was Aida right now! – said.
"I – I – oh, what are you doing to me?", Blaine said. He stepped closer to Sam again, heart pulse speeding up. But it was easy to ignore it, this time being prepared for anything. His lips prickled in excitement. So they were acting out the kisses, yeah? Okay. Totally Sam's fault.
"I don't want you to leave", he said softer now, letting his free hand rest on Sam's cheek. Sam closed his eyes and since the script asked for another kiss Blaine simply leaned in. He hesitated a moment, wondering if it would do any good to their friendship but that only lasted a second. He was still Ramades and Sam Aida. Everything had its place and meaning.
They simply touched lips for a few moments then Blaine leaned back, breathing a bit too heavy for that short smack. He watched Sam's face, red cheeks and eyes carefully finding his. He realised they were still only inches apart and his hand was burning on Sam's skin. Blaine took it down and was about to say something to break the moment as Sam moved his head slightly forward, catching Blaine's lips again.
Blaine dropped the script and laid his right hand on Sam's waist. Their mouths were moving against another, tasting and caressing. Blaine loved everything about it, the mixing of their breaths and the incredible softness of Sam's mouth, the tingles in his stomach and the smooth skin and hair at the back of Sam's head his fingers were exploring.
All that stress from school and Glee melted down into a little mud that Blaine could easily step out of. He took in a deep breath and relaxed against Sam, sighing.
A muffled laughter came out of Sam's mouth. Blaine pulled back and opened his eyes, not taking his hands back while Sam's hand on his back nervously tapped against it.
"That was strange."
"Good strange or bad strange?" Blaine refused to let it go. It couldn't be over, couldn't they just continue?
"I can't say. Maybe I need to kiss more boys to know."
Blaine puckered his lips and stepped back, finally breaking the contact.
"So you want to kiss boys?", he managed to gasp, picking up his script and holding back his need to scream out loud.
"I'm just curious. Everybody is at this age, right? Thanks, bro." Sam patted Blaine's shoulder and he nodded, gulping down the lump in his throat.
"You're welcome. Although next time, you could ask instead of just go for it", Blaine said. He knew he sounded upset but why shouldn't he be. It wasn't nice being taken advantage of.
"Dude, I didn't plan it, okay? It just happened. I'm sorry."
Blaine snorted and went to his desk, putting the script down.
"I'm… I'm off then", Sam said. "You don't need me anymore, do you?"
"No, just go", Blaine said. In the last moment he got a grip on himself and called Sam back. He was on the door and turned his head.
"Thanks for rehearsing with me", Blaine said.
"No problem. See you tomorrow."
"Yeah… see you."
Blaine stared at the door, his lips still warm and lazy. But he wouldn't get more, not tonight, not any other day. Sam had just tried something.
"You can't do that!", Blaine exclaimed. Coach Sylvester had put a note on the door of the choir room saying it was now meant for Cheerio practice only.
"Watch me!" She hit with her palm against the door a few times and then went down the hallway. Blaine stared after her, sure never having felt more anger and resentment towards one single person in his whole life. He just wanted to grab her throat and squeeze it.
"I could make it aaall go away. You know what I want as a payment. I'm cute, blonde and arrogant, way better as Amneris than Tina will ever be."
Very conveniently Kitty walked by him. Blaine glared at her too, though mentally he grasped the last straw and hoped Tina would give up her role for the sake of Glee.
"What the hell!" Sam came to a halt next to Blaine and ripped off the paper on the door.
"Can she – why is she always doing this? I just changed my mind, Blaine, we have to strike back, like, seriously. Cutting her off from the gym or so!"
For a few moments Blaine just stared at Sam, somehow still offended about the day before. But Sam didn't seem to think of it anymore.
"What? It's true, she's way to mean for this world", he said.
"Well, the world is a mean place", Blaine said. He adjusted his bag and sighed quietly, deciding to let it go. At least he had gotten to kiss Sam once, that was more than he'd ever expected.
As expected Tina refused to give up her role. But Sam had a plan.
"You just smuggle me in to wherever the Cheerios are. I'll take my shirt off and steal the keys back", he said.
"Why do you have to take your shirt off for that?"
"Dude, have you seen my abs?" Sam held up his shirt and carefully stroke over his stomach. It took Blaine a few seconds to break away from that sight and get back to his senses.
"No, Sam, there's gotta be another way."
"Why are you always against me going shirtless?"
"Damn it, Sam", Blaine hushed since people started to look at them. They were in the cafeteria and supposed to eat, not take off any shirts.
"We need to find a solution until tomorrow", he said.
"We tell Kitty she got the role and then run away with the keys."
"Shirtless?", Blaine asked.
Sam just pulled a grimace.
