Sam raised an eyebrow as Blaine began to pretend that he wasn't even there anymore. The weights lifted up and down again, Blaine eyeing them instead of looking at the blonde haired boy not more than three feet in front of him. It was as if he was fascinated by a naked person dancing in that direction he was so intently looking at the weights.
"Talk to me, dude," Sam demanded. He folded his arms around his chest and waited.
Blaine shrugged his shoulders and continued to lift the small weights in his hands as if they were nothing at all. Well, they were nothing at all. They were the smallest weights that Blaine could find in the weight room.
With a grunt, Sam took the final steps forwards until he was standing in front of Blaine's face. Blaine took the last step backwards until his back hit the wall. He continued to act as if nothing at all had happened, lifting the weights up and down and hitting the wall as he did so. He was so unphased that it was starting to worry Sam even more than before.
Sam's eyes never lifted from Blaine. Blaine's eyes never lifted from the weights. Somehow, a mystery even to Blaine, the neutral face remained. The lot of it was there: blank eyes, carefully calm smile (if what was on his face could even be called a smile), expressionless. Blaine was undisturbed, at least on the outside.
His inside was screaming for help. He wasn't ready for this talk. He didn't want anyone to know. It was too soon. He knew that it had to be a secret. He didn't want a repeat of everything that had happened before. Too much had happened before.
Suddenly, he felt like the walls were closing in on him, refusing to let him move. He knew why. Sam was right there, hovering and watching and not leaving the poor transfer student alone. If Blaine had wanted to, he was sure that he would be able to kiss the boy without moving his feet at all to do so. But he didn't want to do that. One, Sam was his best friend and he would never violate him like that. And two, he was way too frightened to even consider such a thing. He hadn't been so scared since he had started at Dalton four months back. Then there was three, Sam was straight, like most other guys in the world, making Blaine feel even more alone at that very moment than the thought ever had before.
Sam would never be able to fully understand anything that Blaine would try to tell him about what had happened, if Blaine would ever try to tell him what had happened.
Blaine flinched, visibly. Sam took notice of it and took a single step backwards, still extremely close to the frightened boy in front of him. Quietly, in a barely audible voice this time, Sam asked the question once more. "Blaine, why did you come to Dalton?"
Blaine's hands dropped the weights for a second time only this time, he made no effort to reach down and pick them up after they had hit the floor with a clang. "Now's now the time, Sam," the boy mumbled in reply. He blinked his eyes a few times, surely to try to hide any tears that might have been trying to surface. As he did so, he tried to take a step to the left to escape from Sam's closeness.
Sam was insistent, though. He refused to let Blaine escape. Before Blaine had the chance to move away, Sam's arms were on either side of the wall, successfully trapping Blaine in his place.
The neutral eyes disappeared from Sam's view as Blaine squeezed them shut. Blaine's body tensed up and he pushed himself further back in to the wall.
"I don't care. No one's around. The door's shut and it's just me and you in here. Tell me before I go all superhero on you." Sam grinned, though he really didn't know why he did so. He was getting more and more nervous, especially now that the way Blaine was acting could be misinterpreted in no ways. He was obviously terrified.
The curly head of hair shook back and forth. A normal head shake lasted one or two turns. This one was much more than that, way more. Blaine wasn't stopping his head as it continued to shake. Slowly, tears began to fall from his eyes. "No," he said through the sobs. "You'll just… you'll just… you'll just ignore… me… leave me… forget me… hurt me. Like the others."
Sam chose to ignore the words that Blaine was saying as tears flowed from the closed eyelids more and more and the rate of them quickened. Sobs escaped through his lips. Blaine looked helpless and Sam was helpless just staring at the crying boy in front of him. What was he supposed to say to him? He had never been in this kind of situation before. He had no idea that what he was doing to the boy would lead to this mess. All he wanted was a reason for the boy's arrival at Dalton all those months ago.
Blaine began to lean down to put his head in to his hands but Sam stopped him.
The blonde moved quickly. His arms were around the smaller boy in almost no time at all. Blaine's head fit in to the empty space between Sam's shoulder and neck. His arms were stuck to his sides as Sam held them down in the hug. "I'm… sorry," Blaine muttered between sobs as he tried to fight back the tears. Sam only held the boy in place, patting his back reassuringly as he did so, lost as to if he should say something or not.
After the tears had ended, Sam pulled away from Blaine. "Now tell me what happened," he demanded, staring straight in to Blaine's eyes.
The curly hair went back and forth as Blaine, once again, shook his head in constant motion.
"Blaine…" Sam spoke warningly. Blaine blinked. He stopped shaking his head and bent down to grab the weights that he had dropped. He looked back up at Sam, shrugged his shoulders, and went back to lifting the weights as if nothing had happened.
The neutral face had reappeared. The mask had returned nearly to full force, the only bits from before that remained were the swollen eyelids and the occasional sobs that came from Blaine. Sam swore under his breath as he took a couple of steps backwards to give Blaine some space.
"Well, I'll be in my dorm, if you want to talk," Sam told the boy in front of him, stepping backwards again as he did so, heading towards the door. "Consider my door always open." Sam let out a faint smile as Blaine nodded his head slightly. He took another step backwards. Blaine looked away from where Sam was leaving and back at the weights in his hands.
"Remember that."
A few more steps were taken and Sam turned around to face the door. As he opened it up and made to leave, he watched from the corner of his eye as Blaine slouch down to the floor and put his head in his hands. His knees were pulled forwards in to his chest and a large sob came out of his throat.
"My door is open," Sam called behind him before closing the door to give Blaine space to cry alone.
Sam took only two steps out of the door before he stopped walking and leaned against one of the walls in the hall. Ten minutes later, he still leaned there, waiting for Blaine to come out of the weight room after him. Only, it wasn't happening. Sam didn't think that it would but he wanted to give the other boy a chance anyways. Giving up with a sigh, Sam turned away and walked towards his dorm. This was going to be harder than he thought.
