Over the next couple of weeks, slow was the key word. As always, Blaine and Sam hung out whenever they could, watch movies and played video games, spend time with their friends and worked on homework and college essays. Nothing changed about that, though, when they were alone, they did curl up together to enjoy the comfort of physical closeness.
It was nice. Easy and warm and comfortable while still new enough to be thrilling.
The day Blaine's phone buzzed during lunch, Facebook alerting him to the status change Kurt Hummel is in a relationship with Adam Crawford, it still hurt, but when Sam wrapped an arm around him in front of the entire cafeteria the sting abated.
Later, as they were massacring reanimated corpses and trying to best the most recent edition of Resident Evil, Sam asked, "So, will you be my date to Mr. Shue and Ms. P's wedding?"
Blaine took a quick breath. "Yeah. I'd like that."
The game froze on the screen, Sam obviously having hit pause. "Awesome. I wasn't sure if we were there yet, but I wanted to ask, cuz… I want to go with you."
Smiling, Blaine said, "I want to go with you too. I didn't know if you were ready to go public."
Sam's cheeks were fetching red. "If I had a Facebook, I'd have updated my status last week."
With gentle determination, Blaine pulled the remote out of Sam's hand and set it on the coffee table. Sam blinked at him, white teeth sinking into his full lower lip and Blaine raised a hand, cupping his jaw as he leaned toward him.
It was a relief when Sam met him halfway, lips as soft and warm as Blaine had imagined. One kiss turned into two turned into three, a little deeper, a little more confident. One of Sam's hands gripped the back of Blaine's neck and fingers tried to work into his hair.
When Sam giggled, Blaine pulled back and smiled. "What?"
"Dude, your hair is hard! How is that comfortable?" Sam said, tracing a finger along Blaine's hairline.
"Better than the Bozo hair."
Sam smiled. "I saw that at prom. You looked fluffy."
"Fluffy, oh Sam, you sweet talker," Blaine teased gently, leaning comfortably against his chest.
With a shrug, Sam murmured, "I like fluffy. Fluffy things are nice to touch. You're my… Boyfriend. I like touching you."
Blaine had been reaching for the frozen remote controls, but paused and turned to stare up at Sam. "Say that again."
Smiling, Sam repeated. "You're my boyfriend."
Resident Evil was abandoned for more kissing and cuddling on the couch, a far better way to spend the afternoon.
Tina was, unsurprisingly, the first of their friends to catch on to their altered dynamic. They were having a student council meeting that had somehow devolved into Sugar giving herself a manicure well Sam did a William Shatner impression.
Blaine knew he was staring, probably with some stupidly fond expression on his face, but Sugar was oblivious and Tina had already known about his crush and it wasn't like they were keeping things secret… If he wanted to, it was perfectly within his rights to stare his boyfriend with heart eyes.
When Sam noticed, he stopped made quote and gave Blaine a bright, happy smile and reached over, folding his hand around Blaine's atop the table.
It wasn't exactly subtle, so of course Tina noticed.
"Oh my God," she said, gaping at their joined hands before meeting Blaine's gaze. "What's going on?"
Even Sugar looked up from her nail care regime as Blaine replied, "Sam and I are dating."
"But," Tina sputtered, glancing at Sam, "I thought you were straight!"
Sam shrugged, uncomfortable under scrutiny but clinging to Blaine's hand even tighter. "I've never been hung up on labels and I really like Blaine, so…."
"I think you're demisexual," Sugar hyped up, waving and emery board around for emphasis. "Artie has filled me in on all the New Directions crazy web-o-relationships and I'm pretty sure you fit into that category."
"Huh," Blaine murmured, realizing that it could be a possibility.
"I don't even know what that means," Sam said his Tina cocked her head to the side and made a contemplative noise. "Am I the only one who's confused?"
"Demisexual basically means that you form a strong emotional bond with someone before you feel sexual attraction. Male, female, doesn't matter," Sugar told him bluntly.
Sam blinked. "But… No, I know when someone's sexy."
"Knowing and wanting to actually have sex with someone just because they are sexy are different things," Tina said, then waved a finger at him. "Did you have sex with Santana?"
The blush rushed to Sam's face quickly. "That's no one's business!"
He hadn't.
Tina just gave him a knowing look and took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "I'm happy that you guys are happy."
"If you want to kiss or something, feel free," Sugar offered with a little grin. "It would be hot."
And that was how their friends found out that they were dating, though thankfully the girls kept their speculation about Sam's sexuality to themselves.
McKinley high had enough trouble accepting the idea of gay students without tossing another variation of sexuality into the equation. It would probably agitate the already volatile jocks.
In an odd twist, once it got out that Sam and Blaine were couple, the jocks actually gave them a wide berth, afraid that they too would "catch the gay." Jake had sounded painfully embarrassed when he relayed that tidbit of news, clearly despairing that he spent a significant amount of time surrounded by morons.
For once, the ignorance of stupid teenage boys was working and Blaine's favor, so he wasn't going to push the issue.
A few days before Mr. Shue's wedding, Blaine sat crosslegged on Sam's bed at the Hummel-Hudson house, watching Sam toss clothes into a duffel bag. Kurt and Adam were due in later that night and Sam was going to spend their visit at Blaine's… Because Burt wanted to play the protective daddy role and Adam was going to sleep in Sam's room.
At least that was what Burt was planning to say to tease his son. It was his prerogative as a parent to harass his son's new, older boyfriend.
"How many variations of that shirt do you own?" Blaine asked with a smile as Sam tossed two plaid shirts, one orange, the other blue, into the bag while wearing an identical number in green.
Sam rolled his eyes and added a blue hoodie to the pile. Nothing was folded, but, as Sam's suit and dress shirt were neatly hung in a garment bag, it really didn't matter. He paused with another sweatshirt in hand, staring at a pensively.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, causing Sam to shake his head.
"Nothing. This is just a few years old and it's tight across my shoulders and back now, but I can't bring myself to donated anywhere yet. Maybe I'll give it to Stevie or something. He can grow into it," Sam said, turning the worn green garment in his hands so Blaine could see the faded lettering that read Nashville across the front.
Clearly, it was a much loved piece of clothing.
"Could I wear it today?" Blaine asked without overthinking. "It's cool in here and not all of us throw off heat like a furnace."
Blinking, Sam smiled and handed over the sweatshirt. Blaine tugged it on over his polo and was immediately swamped in the fabric. What was snug on Sam was loose on him, sleeves completely hiding his fingers and enveloping him in the scent of Sam.
"You know, maybe if you wore socks you wouldn't get so cold," Sam teased, sitting on the bed and wrapping her hand around Blaine's bare and admittedly chilly toes.
"But that would rob me of a valid excuse to demand cuddles," Blaine countered and Sam laughed.
"Feel free to demand cuddles any time," he said with a soft smile, leaning over and resting his brow against Blaine's.
Before Blaine could close the final distance between them to steal a quick kiss, Finn's excited voice filtered up the stairs as he shouted, "Kurt!"
The clamor of Carole and Burt's added voices told them that Kurt had surprised everyone by catching an earlier flight, so Sam and Blaine rose and hurried downstairs.
When they entered the living room, they were greeted by the amusing sight of Kurt trapped in a bear hug by Finn. Carol had out a camera and Burt was shaking hands with (and eyeing critically) the tall, slim young man who was obviously Adam.
It hurt less to see them together then Blaine would have thought, more of a melancholy pang than anything else. Sam's steady presence at his side helped and Kurt had that content air about him that meant he really was happy. If Adam was part of the reason for that, then Blaine already liked him.
"Hey, Kurt," Sam greeted once Kurt had escaped from Finn's crushing hug, his own embrace warm but less of the back thumping, squeeze until the ribs hurt variety.
"Sam," Kurt said with a smile, which grew softer as he turned to Blaine. "Blaine. How are you?"
Clearly, he hadn't been expecting to see Blaine yet, so at least they were both feeling equally awkward. "Good. Really good. You?"
"Good!" he replied and waved at them over. "I told you but Adam. Blaine, Sam, this is Adam."
"Kurt's mentioned you both, of course," Adam said graciously, shaking Sam's hand before reaching out for Blaine's.
Tugging the arms of Sam's sweatshirt up so his hand was visible, Blaine shook Adam's hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you."
And, oddly, it was.
"You'll be staying in Sam's room, Adam," Burt said from where he was settling into the recliner with a satisfied parental smirk. "Sam's going to stay at Blaine's for a few days."
Adam nodded agreeably enough, even if Finn tried (unsuccessfully) not to snicker and Kurt turned to his father to say, "Dad!"
Sensing an imminent argument, Blaine tapped Adams arm. "C'mon, will show you where to put your bag. They're going to talk for a while."
"Discretion is the better part of valor I take it?" the older young man asked as he quietly followed Blaine and Sam up the stairs, away from the increasingly agitated Hummel-Hudson family discussion.
"If that means what I'm pretty sure it does, then yeah," Sam said, resuming his haphazard packing once in his room. Blaine settled himself on the edge of the bed as Adam set his bag on the desk chair, leaning over to peer at the pictures Sam had tacked to the corkboard on the wall.
Most of them had been taken recently, as Brittany had discovered a love of photography sometime around October, but a few had been taken earlier and featured Kurt and Rachel, the two faces Adam would recognize.
"Is this your glee club?" Adam asked, gesturing to the photos. "Kurt prefers to keep his photographs on his tablet, so they're rarely on display."
"Yes," Blaine replied, pointing to the wall. "Bottom right, that's last year's club and a bit higher and to the right, that's this year."
Adam smiled, then let out a laugh. "Do I want to ask?"
He was pointing at a random photo taken during their calendar shoot. Sam was in his red shorts, Blaine in the embarrassing Santa pants, Ryder wearing star-spangled shorts, Jake in the silly pumpkin costume, Artie dressed as a pilgrim and poor Joe in his abbreviated bunny outfit. They were playfully vamping for the camera, arms up and biceps flexed, laughing.
"Please don't ask," Sam said with a small smile and Blaine rolled his eyes.
"I can't believe you got me to shave my chest," Blaine mumbled, rubbing his torso through his shirts. "It still itches."
Sam grinned. "Who knew you were part Ewok?"
Eyes widening, Blaine grabbed a pillow and flung it at Sam's head. "An Ewok! If you had to choose a hirsute Star Wars species, you couldn't have gone with Wookie?"
"Chewbacca's, like, taller than Finn," Sam laughed, stooping to zip up his bag.
Seeing an opportunity, Blaine leapt off the bed and tackled Sam, knowing he had to catch him off-balance if you wanted to knock him down (A particularly silly day in the choir room had culminated with Blaine and Tina hanging off of Sam's back and sugar on his front. Infuriatingly, he'd actually supported all three of them for quite a while). The two of them landed in a pile, laughing his Blaine tried to pin one of Sam's arms behind his back.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked, appearing in the doors Blaine gave up wrangling Sam's arms and decided to fight dirty, shoving a hand up Sam's shirt and tickling his ribs.
As Sam squirmed and howled, Blaine said, "He called me in Ewok and must be punished!"
"Wolverine!" Sam gasped. "He's a hairy little badass. You can be Wolverine!"
Pausing his tickle attack, Blaine nodded. "That's acceptable."
"Are you both drunk?" Kurt asked, curious and amused. "Because you're both acting very strange."
Blaine blinked at him. "Am I?"
"We are a bad influence on you," Sam said with a grin as he climbed to his feet. "Corrupting the refined private schoolboy!"
Sniffing, Blaine crossed his arms, fingers lost in the sweatshirt again. "I'm the same guy I've always been."
"Really?" Sam asked and there was a gleam in his eye. "So, with the Blaine from two years ago have been comfy in leather pants, guyliner and a coat that looked like a dozen Elmos died to make it?"
Huh. Probably not. "Okay, point taken…."
"Wait, wait, wait," Kurt said as Adam laughed, openly amused by their discussion. "What are you talking about?"
"Diva Week," Blaine and Sam chorused and Blaine laughed when Sam tried to do the finger wave/snap and failed to pull it off miserably. "Sorry, Sam. You are many things, but not a diva… You're more Keith Urban than Mariah Carey."
Sam nodded. "I can live with that."
"Tell me there are pictures," Kurt said and Adam drew him toward the picture wall.
"No," Blaine said quickly, even as Sam replied, "In my school bag."
The school bag that was laying on the floor by the desk, right beside Kurt's feet.
Sam's arms wrapped around Blaine before he could make a dive for the bag, which Kurt snatched up. Leaning against Sam's chest, Blaine huffed. "This is so embarrassing."
"Nah," Sam assured him, breath warm on his ear. "You rocked the guyliner…and the curls…."
As Kurt pulled out the stack of photos, Blaine sighed, "You are an evil boyfriend."
Pausing as he flipped through the photos, Kurt looked over at them. "Boyfriend?"
Well, it was going to come out sooner or later. "Yes."
"That's…surprising," Kurt replied, then, to clarify for Adam, continued, "Last I heard, Sam was straight."
"No, that's not right," Sam said slowly, fingers slipping into the sleeve of the oversized sweatshirt Blaine wore to grab his hand. "What was it that Sugar said?"
"Demisexual," Blaine told him, turning his head to look up at Sam. "If you think that sounds right. I know you said you didn't like labels."
Sam shrugged a little. "It's okay, but I prefer just saying I'm your boyfriend."
"What else have I missed?" Kurt asked, shaking his head.
"Artie and Sugar," Blaine said, mentally ticking off pairings, "Joe and Lauren Zizes, Puck and Kitty…that one's a strange pairing, she's 16 but clearly the dominant one in their relationship…."
"Santana and Britt are back together and Quinn's involve in there somehow," Sam added, then blinked. "Huh. Three of my four ex-girlfriends are involved in a lesbian three-way… I don't know how to feel about that."
"Don't think about it too hard," Blaine said, patting his hand and shooting Kurt a look when he snorted.
"Don't feel too bad, Sam," Kurt said, voice wavering with restrained laughter. "I mean, if you think about it, I've dated Brittany and Finn has dated both Quinn and Santana, so… No one really dates outside the club. It's a bit weird."
"Ryder's dating that Cheerio in the neck brace," Sam said after a moment. "At least he stopped trying to hide from her."
"Daisy, but they're just friends," Blaine agreed, shaking his head. "Her neck is never going to heal. Coach refuses to let her sit out any practices or games. Being a Cheerio is brutal!"
Kurt turned to Adam and said, "We've landed in Bizzaro World Lima."
"Ha! I knew you listened when we talk about comics!" Sam said triumphantly and Kurt sighed.
"I saw it on a Seinfeld rerun," Kurt said, then accepted a picture from Adam. "Photographic proof. You and Tina are Cheerios…."
"Yes, but we've chosen not to live in our uniforms," Blaine interjected. "Polyester, ugh."
"But you wear it so well!" Sam snickered. "Tina agrees!"
Blaine groaned. "Stop. She's finally reconciled with Mike."
"Oh, there's a story there. I will get it," Kurt laughed, then his eyes went wide and he slapped a hand over the next photo Adam revealed. "Uh, Sam, where did you get these?"
"Britt. She handed me the stack of them today… Oh God, what is it?"
"Pretty sure it's child pornography," Kurt said uncomfortably. "You're not 18 yet, right?"
"What!" Sam scrambled around Blaine and snatch the stack of photos out of Kurt's hands.
"Relax, it's just a picture of you sleeping… Naked, but artistically," Kurt told them as Sam pulled several photos from the pile before handing the rest back.
Red-faced, Sam stuffed the photos into his duffel and mumbled, "Can we make a fire at your house and burn these?"
He was refusing to look anyone in the eye and Blaine crouched beside him, rubbing his back. "Of course. We'll do it as soon as we get home, okay?"
"We should step out," he heard Adam say quietly. "Show me your room perhaps?"
They shuffled out, leaving Sam a moment to himself and Blaine quietly stroked his neck. Though Sam was dealing with his self esteem issues, he'd come out of the whole calendar/SAT score situation with more obvious fragility. Blaine and, to a lesser extent, the rest of their friends were doing their best to make sure he knew they loved him for who he was, but it didn't take much to shake him up.
After a moment, Sam let out a shaky laugh. "The pictures aren't too bad, but wow, I wasn't expecting to that just now," he said softly and Blaine bent down, kissing Sam's cheek, silently supporting him.
"So," Blaine began after a moment of quiet contemplation, "Adam seems nice."
Sam smiled slightly. "Yeah. You okay?"
"I am," Blaine replied. "I think he's happy and so am I, so it's all good."
That got him a sweet kiss and a wonderfully war embrace. Eventually, they gathered up Sam's guitar, duffel and school bags and went downstairs. After a quick series of goodbyes and a reminder of the glee club party at Sugar's later that night, they left for Blaine's, claiming to have homework to do. Homework they had finished earlier, so they were going to make the most of lying around and having a lazy, prolonged make out session.
Blaine was expecting the house to be empty (his parents were in Nice last time they'd spoken), so was a surprise to see a flashy sports car parked in the driveway.
It could only be one person.
"Oh look, Cooper's here," Blaine drawled, grabbing up Sam's school bag as Sam took the rest of his things and they made their way into the house. Once inside, Blaine called out, "Cooper?"
"Little brother!" Cooper's voice echoed out from the direction of the kitchen and moments later he popped into view. "Surprised to see me?"
"Yeah," Blaine said accepting his brothers enthusiastic embrace. "What brings you home?"
"Stopping over on my way to New York. Got a role on Law and Order," he replied happily and then peered at Sam. "Hey. You're in Blaine's glee club, yeah. You do the impressions."
Sam nodded. "Sam Evans."
"Sam, of course," Cooper said, then glanced at the bags in their hands.
"He's staying for a few days. Space is tight with everyone in town for Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury's wedding," Blaine informed his brother, then added, "Also, Sam is my boyfriend."
Even when the relationship was more strained, Cooper had always been the only member of Blaine's immediate family who accepted his sexuality without any reservations. He'd been thrilled to meet Kurt last year and had spent hours listening to Blaine talk after the breakup. Their parents always got slightly tense when they saw Blaine with Kurt and they'd yet to meet Sam, but he had no reason to expect they'd behave any differently.
Blaine had long ago accepted the fact that, while his parents loved him, they only tolerated parts of him. It hurt, but it was a lot better than what some kids faced.
"Boyfriend?" Cooper said, giving Sam a longer, more assessing look. "When did that happen?"
"A few weeks ago." Blaine replied and frowned at Cooper's raised eyebrow. "Don't start. We're going to put Sam's stuff in my room and later we're going out."
Following them up the stairs, Cooper teased, "Oh, mind if I tag along?"
"It's a high school party," Blaine said archly. "Bad enough Kitty's doing God only knows what with Puck, you're not going anywhere near Lolita."
Cooper frowned. "Give me a little credit. I'm not going to go sniffing around after teenager. No, I'm not interested in crashing your little shindig. We'll catch up tomorrow."
"Sure," Blaine agreed, closing the door to his room behind them.
Through the heavy wood, Cooper shouted, "Play safe, boys! Remember, no glove, no love!"
Face flaming, Blaine groaned, "Why does he delight in torturing me?"
"Big Brother handbook," Sam said, hanging his suit on the closet door and gently setting down his guitar before dropping his duffel beside it. "It's a rule that we have to harass our younger siblings. I mean, I love Stevie and Stacy to bits, but just wait till they hit puberty and turning the evil little monsters. I'll drive them crazy."
Rolling his eyes, Blaine grabbed the metal wastebasket from beside his desk and peered inside. All paper. Good. "Since Coop's lurking around downstairs, we can burn those pictures in here if you like."
Sam nodded quickly and Blaine carried the trashcan over to the window, opening it to allow the smoke out. Pulling matches from the bedside table, he soon had a merry blaze going and Sam ripped the pictures, one by one into fourths, dropping them into the fire.
Holding the last one, he paused. "If it wasn't illegal because I'm only 17, this would actually be a nice picture. Artistic," Sam said, then asked, "Do you want to see it before I burn it?"
He really did. Stepping over to Sam's side from where he had been very carefully not looking, Blaine peered down at the photo in Sam's hand.
Surprisingly, it was a black and white print, not the usual vibrant colors Brittany preferred. Sam was obviously asleep, sprawled on his back, nude atop dark sheets. His lips were parted and his hair ruffled, adding a sense of softness that was an interesting juxtaposition to his chiseled body, black-and-white contrast showing his muscles to great effect. His cock was full, straining up against his flat belly beside his tiny happy trail.
It was really a lovely picture.
"Beautiful," Blaine commented softly, then winced as Sam tore the picture and dropped it into the bin.
Beautiful or not, Kurt's quip about child pornography was accurate. 17 was still legally a minor, spite the fact that both Sam and Blaine were quite adult in some ways. Blaine basically lived alone, kept up the house, cooked and took care of himself thanks to distant, absentee parents and Sam had taken the responsibility of providing for his family onto his own shoulders when his dad has lost his job.
Still, in many ways, they were still very young.
As they stood there watching the flames die down, a thump on the door startled him and Cooper shouted, "Hey, I smell smoke… And not Mary Jane! Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Blaine yells back. "Just burning my Cooper voodoo doll in effigy."
"Cute. But seriously, have you become a pyromaniac?"
"No! We're fine."
"Geez and I thought you were on when he went to Dalton… Hey, if you're burning evidence or something, you should pour lye on the ashes. I think I saw that on one of the CSI's!"
"Thank you!" Blaine shouted, then turned to an amused Sam. "Are you planning on doing stuff like that when your brother and sister get older?"
"Nah, I'm a fan of the classics," Sam replied with a smirk. "Embarrassing baby photos and stories."
"Stevie and Stacy are lucky kids," Blaine commented, using a towel to pick up the hot trashcan and carry it into the bath room where he doused it in the shower. Once any cinders were extinguished, he wandered back out into his room to find Sam sitting on the bed, leaning back on his elbows.
He grinned at Blaine. "So, we've got a few hours before we have to head over to Sugar's," he said in a light tone. "Any idea what we could do with that time?"
"Hmmmmm," Blaine said, pretending to give the idea serious thought. "We could always study."
Sam pouted. "Seriously dude, my brain needs a break!"
"We could eat," Blaine offered, taking a step towards Sam.
"Not hungry," Sam murmured, licking his lips as he extended a hand to Blaine.
Taking Sam's hand, Blaine allowed himself to be drawn forward until he was sitting on Sam's lap, knees straddling his hips. Blaine swallowed and let his hands rest on Sam's chest, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Thus far, they had kept kissing (well, making out) to couches and cars, though both were fond of sweet kisses and cuddling and Blaine's bed. Being in Sam's lap on the bed seemed to add a new degree of heat even before any actual kissing occurred.
Balancing on one elbow, Sam let his free hand fumble under the overly large sweatshirt to find Blaine's hip.
With a smile, Blaine pulled the sweatshirt up and over his head, sucking in a sharp breath when Sam's hand slid over to palm across his belly, bared when his polo was tugged up with the sweatshirt.
"Your belly's hairy again," Sam commented, rubbing against the hair's growth and causing Blaine to shudder happily. "It's nice. Different, but nice."
"Mmmm," Blaine murmured, enjoying the caress. "You still shaving?"
Sam nodded. "Not that I've got much to begin with and it's pretty fair… I just got used to keeping it clean at the club. I don't miss waxing though. Talk about uncomfortable."
It took a moment for Blaine to follow what he was saying and, when he did, he winced. "Ouch. I'll admit to doing a little manscaping down there with clippers, but hot wax, no."
Adding his other hand to the mix, Sam let his thumbs caress the V that disappeared into the waistband of Blaine's jeans, holding his head and shoulders up in the seemingly effortless curl. Blaine laughed and planted his hands on Sam's shoulders, pushing him down until he was prone on the bed with Blaine hovering over him.
Leaning down, Blaine brushed a series of soft kisses across Sam's cheeks, eyelids and nose before claiming his mouth. Sam sighed against his lips, hands sliding from Blaine's hips to his back, still under his shirt, smooth and Blaine's rapidly warming skin, pulling him down against his body.
This is definitely new, lying sprawled atop Sam, his cock prodding against the taller boy's taut lower abs Blaine knew that, if he sat up, his ass would settle directly atop Sam's bulge, which could feel a bump teasingly against his inner thighs occasionally. Sam's hands caressed his back even as Blaine explored his arms and chest, any part of Sam he could reach without breaking the kiss.
The kiss, oh God. Hot little messy, tongues dueling and teeth nipping, it should have been awkward but somehow only managed to be desperately arousing.
With a moan, Blaine let his hips roll, grinding his cock against Sam's hard stomach, the motion causing his asked to press against Sam's dick in turn. The blonde let out a stuttering gasp and his head fell back, bearing the tempting column of his neck.
Grinning, Blaine licked a straight up winter pale skin and then settled his mouth against a pulse point, opening his lips and sucking. Sam tasted of clean boy sweat within interesting citrusy undertone. Keeping his mouth sealed tight to Sam's skin, Blaine let his teeth lightly scrape the flesh, nibbling as Sam made enticing, breathy sounds.
Vaguely, he was aware that his shirt had been pushed up to his armpits by exploratory hands, but Blaine still shivered with pleased surprise when Sam asked, "Take it off?"
Releasing Sam's neck, Blaine nodded and sat up, reveling in the harsh groan that spilled from Sam's lips when Blaine's ass pressed down firmly on his cock. With a smile, he tugged his shirt off and looked down at Sam, flushed and panting, sprawled under him, hickey blooming dark on his neck.
With one finger, Blaine traced the bruise and murmured, "I may have left a little mark here."
Sam chuckled low in his throat. "May have? Dude, you were doing a Dracula impression."
"Sorry," he said, though he really didn't mean it.
Wrinkling his nose, Sam shook his head. "Don't be. It's kinda hot."
"Really?" Blaine asked, letting himself fall forward so his nose was brushing Sam's. "You don't mind that I left a mark on you? One that basically announces that you're mine."
Sam took a sharp breath, eyes falling shot for a moment before popping open to meet Blaine's. "I'm yours and you're mine."
An enthusiastic kiss was clearly the only proper response to that. Sam smiled against his mouth, hands roaming over bare skin eagerly, hips rocking up under Blaine in search of contact. Every time they shifted against each other, they couldn't help but gasp or groan.
It was intense and wonderful and, though Blaine knew they should be taking things slowly, his resolve faded more with each second….
"Hey, Cooper said… Oh my God!"
Tina's exclamation was jarring and Blaine jumped, nearly falling off of the bed. Even lust addled, Sam's reflexes were sharp and he grabbed lanes arm, levering him back onto the bed beside himself as they turned to look in the direction of the door.
Several of the glee club girls were standing in the doorway of Blaine's bedroom. Tina was in the lead, cheeks stained pink as she stared. Sugar was grinning widely and tossed Blaine a thumbs-up when he met her gaze. Unique simply raised an eyebrow at them while Marley was clearly trying to hide behind her hands, mumbling, "Sorry, sorry!"
Heaving a sigh, Blaine buried his face in the comforter and groaned, "I'm going to kill my brother."
Sam patted his back. "I'll help you hide the body," he assured him, then asked, "What's up, ladies?"
Sugar snorted. "You might want to rephrase that."
Marley made a scandalized noise as Unique laughed and Tina said, "So… I'm guessing you guys don't want to come shopping with us before the party?"
Well, the mood was ruined. Glancing at Sam, who shrugged, Blaine sighed. "Give us a few minutes to get ourselves together and murder my brother and will be ready."
Because Cooper was going to pay for this…interruption by proxy.
He was going to pay dearly.
As he reached for his shirt, Blaine made a mental note to consult Santana and Puck for help exacting his revenge.