Guys, since I'm not updating every day but at least every Sunday until Christmas from now on I'll have to fit very much words into the chapters. They'll get long! I hope you don't mind.

Chapter 2: Theories and Rumours

When Sam came over Blaine had already put out all ingredients and heated the oven at the right temperature. They just had to mix together the flour, eggs, sugar and vanilla extract and form some crescents for the first round of baking.

Twenty minutes later Blaine put the baking tray into the oven and Sam washed his hands.

"So, that was fun! And fast, too. Maybe we can bake three different cookies", Sam said.

"We have time until Sunday, Sam. We can bake more on Saturday if you want."

"Yeah. Carol has bought cookie cutters that look like reindeers! I love reindeers!"

Blaine smiled about his friend's enthusiasm. It was so easy to make Sam happy and when he was his eyes shone like the sun.

"You haven't told me about your day", Sam said as he sat down on the table.

Blaine wiped his hands with a towel and shrugged.

"Nothing to talk about."

"So… nothing happened? Nothing unusual?"

Blaine shook his head. "No Alien attack today, Sam."

"Well, you never know", Sam mumbled. He grasped the sugar can and observed it closely.

"And your day?", Blaine asked. He got the feeling Sam had something on his heart. He probably just waited for some invitation to talk.

But then the blond shrugged.

"Nah. Same old, same old."

"Sure?"

Sam nodded. He put the can down and stroke strands of his hair behind his ears.

"Let's start with the cinnamon cookies, shall we?"

Blaine frowned as his friend pulled out the recipe and then rumbled through cupboards to gather more ingredients. Normally Sam talked about his problems, at least with him. But maybe Blaine had imagined things.

"How's it going with Kurt?", Sam asked by the by as he poured flour into the messing cup.

"Great, really great", Blaine said. He picked up some dough with his index finger and ate it.

"Yeah?"

Blaine nodded. "Well, what do you want to hear? When we skype we mostly talk about what we'll do when I get to New York. By the way I really want to go there some time soon. Would you be up for a road trip?"

Sam pressed his lips together and put the flour down. He rocked the messing cup until the flour was even and put some more into it.

"Sure", he eventually said. "Could be fun."

Blaine took a deep breath. He really needed to see Kurt. It was hard to think about how they were together and could kiss everyday but then again they couldn't because of the distance. Now he would see him soon! It made his heart dance and he smiled at Sam.

Sam returned the smile and seemed to ease off a bit. He leaned back and smeared his hands together.

"So, Blaine, what was your childhood dream?"

"Uhm... what?"

"Your childhood dream. Everybody had one, right?"

Blaine was thrown off by that. Where did that come from? Childhood dream?

"Regarding what? Career?"

"Anything. What did you think about the most when you were… say… ten."

"Apart from the fact how I could please Cooper… uhm… I played a lot with Lego bricks and… I wanted a pony. Yes, I remember, one day there was this placket from a circus hanging right in front of our house and I wanted to see the horses. But we didn't go."

Blaine shrugged and ate more dough that stuck to the table.

"Oh, pity! Did you ever do it? Go to a circus?"

"Not really, no. I had other things on my mind…"

"Dude, we should totally go. I like clowns and you like horses! It adds up perfectly."

Blaine laughed. "It does. But Sam, we can't… I mean there isn't any circus around."

"When we are in New York then."

Blaine bit his lip. "I will… I want to be alone with Kurt in New York, Sam, I'm sorry."

"Right."

Sam took the sugar can and opened it. He used too much power and the sugar splashed around, whitening the table and Sam's shirt. He cursed and put the can down while Blaine quickly grasped some paper towels. When he wiped the table Sam put his hands to his face and cursed again. Blaine noticed his hands were shaking and it gave him a little jolt. Could Sam really be that upset about not going to the circus? No, it had to be about something else.

"Are you okay?", Blaine asked as he threw the paper away.

"I'm just tired. And I still have some homework to do so I should go."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No."

"But you would tell me when you need my help, right?"

Sam got up and puckered his lips.

"Sam, there's no shame in taking help because of –"

"I'm fine, Blaine!"

Blaine held up his hands.

"Okay! I'm just saying."

"I'm sorry", Sam said with a softer voice now. "But I'm really tired. I'll probably just go to sleep."

"Let me walk you home, then."

Sam sighed and locked eyes with Blaine.

"You don't have to –"

"I want to. Come on."

When Sam had arrived home safely and Blaine had finished tidying the kitchen he went upstairs and opened his Laptop. He needed to tell Kurt everything about the letter as fast as possible.

But Kurt wasn't online. Blaine sighed and switched off the Computer. There was no sense in waiting, he had learned this lesson the hard way. Not everything was as great with Kurt as he had told Sam but there was no reason to make a few days without contact into a huge thing. It was just Blaine who felt like that. He was clingy, he knew it and he tried to change it. Just… why couldn't Kurt at least write a Goodnight text now and then?

But it didn't matter. Soon they would see each other. And marry, oh, they were engaged! Blaine smiled as he thought about how Kurt had said yes. After all those months of waiting for him! It had come very suddenly he had to admit. First that Kurt had agreed to date again and then… Oh, what a wonderful time it had been. Was that only six months ago? It already felt like eternity – but that's just how things were with Kurt. For eternity.

November 27th, Wednesday: 28 days until Christmas

"Santa Clause is coming to town." Sam hummed along with the song on the radio as he made a sandwich. He didn't even know why he was good spirited. Just yesterday Blaine had told him how all he did was thinking about Kurt, loving Kurt and he probably mumbled Kurt's name in his sleep, too. Not one word about the love letter had fallen.

But when he awoke today he had smelled hot cacao and that had been what he needed. Well, for this morning at least.

In school his high spirits vanished pretty quickly again. He hadn't gotten round to making his homework again so he dreaded History class. He passed Blaine's letter-less locker and threw a glance at it. Then he opened his own and took out a book.

"And?"

Sam jerked around. She had come out of nowhere, as quietly as a mouse.

"Marley, what the hell!?"

"What did he say?"

Sam took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Nothing so far."

"Will you write another letter? It's is never done with just one. He will think it's been a mistake or something. You have to be persistent."

"I don't know…"

"But I do!"

Marley made him promise to meet up during lunch and vanished in the crowd just when Blaine arrived at his locker. Sam goggled at him for a few moments, smiling and thinking how cute and heavenly he was. And his hair. If Sam could only stroke about it, maybe kiss it… kiss him.

"What did Marley say?"

"Huh?"

Someone pocked his shoulder so Sam reluctantly let go of Blaine and turned around. Ryder stood there, forehead in frowns.

"What did Marley say?"

"Nothing." Sam cleared his throat and finally closed his locker.

"Oh yeah? Didn't look like nothing. You know I'm trying to get her attention so don't…"

"Don't what, dude? I'm not interested in her. At all."

"You better aren't."

"I am not."

"Well, good!" Ryder made an 'I observe you' gesture to Sam and went away. He would've laughed about all of that if it hadn't been so tragically wrong.

"Are you okay?"

Warm fingers pressed Sam's hand out of nowhere and it jolted through him like an electric shock so he instinctively pulled his hand away. When he turned around he saw it was Blaine. Of course it was Blaine. Who looked somewhat worried.

"You didn't feel so well yesterday", he said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm better now. Thanks."

"Are we still up for Saturday baking?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's a date."

Huh, maybe Sam should stop emphasising the date-phrase. But Blaine never noticed it so what.

This situation totally fell under the category 'support and care' only that Blaine did it for Sam while Sam actually had to do it for Blaine to get his attention. Quick, what could he do?

"I'll bring the sugar. Seeing as I trapped yours yesterday…"

"Oh, my mother has enough, don't worry."

"I'll bring some milk then."

"Sam. We have everything we need. Just bring yourself."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Good."

Blaine smiled so Sam couldn't help but smile back. When his friend was gone he pulled out his notebook and checked what else he should put some effort to make Blaine fall in love with him. Ah, being dressed nicely. Asking for important advice. Making a perfect gift.

Sam put it away and thought about it during class. Maybe, just maybe it would also be good to somehow let Blaine know he was bi. No one really knew. Sam hadn't talked about it. First he had thought it was a phase because when Rory had been gone he had fallen for Mercedes and then Brittany and the conclusion that he was actually straight had come to him easily. But then he had learned about Blaine's crush on him and fantasised things and felt sparks and… Realised it too late just in the moment Blaine had asked Kurt to marry him. Oh damn.

The atmosphere at the Glee table in the cafeteria wasn't the best, mildly spoken. Jake didn't talk to anyone, and so did Ryder. Marley hadn't sat with them the whole week and Blaine didn't know whether she had quit Glee club or not. It seemed like it. Sam wasn't here today, too, though Blaine knew he wouldn't miss lunch voluntarily. He must've gotten hold up by a teacher. Unique only picked at her food. Only Kitty and Artie talked normally so Blaine tried to join in with them.

Close to the end Sam rushed in.

"Oh gosh, I'm gonna kill Mr Douglas!", he exclaimed.

Blaine chuckled and pushed a tray to him.

"Here, I got you lunch before people would eat it all away."

"Great! Blaine, you're my hero!"

He sat down and began to eat while Blaine still smiled at him. Sometimes the urge to lean forward and touch (and kiss) Sam came up. Blaine knew it was simply out of friendship, nothing more. His crush on Sam had been overcome successfully. He was proud of that. He had pushed it away until it was gone and he had done it for Kurt. He'd do everything for Kurt.

When the bell rang Blaine got up.

"Can you tell Mrs Beaver I'll be a bit late?", Sam asked, still not ready with lunch. Since they had History class together Blaine agreed and went to his locker.

A few feet before it he stopped and stared at it. There it was, not to be overlooked. Another pink letter.

When his senses had come Blaine shot forward and grasped it. Staring at it some tingles in his stomach came to life. More compliments. He didn't need compliments, okay, he had a fulfilling relationship with the love of his life. His best friend, his soul mate, his Kurt!

Students all around Blaine were hurrying to their classes and he should do so, too. But his legs wouldn't move. He wanted to read it. Very quickly and then throw it away and tell Kurt about it. But first read it. That's how thing had to be done. Elsewise he couldn't tell Kurt what it had been about, right? Yes, that was the reason why he rushed into the next bathroom and locked himself in a stall, ripped open the envelope and soundlessly moved his lips to the words on the paper.

"Dear Blaine. You look marvellous today. But as much as I could drown in your beautiful face I like your soul even more. How you lighten up when someone speaks about music. How you reach out and help people when everybody else looks away. How you enjoy little things that others take for granted. That's so adorable. You secret admirer."

That… was…

Adorable? Someone thought he was adorable? Blaine smiled and read it again. It should be creepy, it should make him feel like running away. The letter came from someone who knew a bit about him. Maybe a stalker? Or rather someone he talked to now and then without realising they liked him. It could've been anybody and most likely it was a girl and… what if it was Sam?

As soon as he had thought it Blaine froze. No! He didn't want it to be Sam, he didn't want anything from Sam. Apart from the fact that Sam was straight and just a friend and so occupied with being a teenager that he hadn't had any sense for romance or serenading or whatever. Why did Blaine even think about that!? Ridiculous, really!

He crumbled the letter and threw it to the ground. Then he took a deep breath and laughed about himself. Just a rest of his former crush on Sam. Of course he knew the letter wasn't from him. And Blaine also knew that the person who wrote this couldn't mean it because if they did they would just come up to him and tell him, right? Granted, letters and nice words were very romantic and…

Oh! Of course! It had to be Kurt! How had Blaine not seen this? He must have contacted someone – probably Artie – and requested to stick those letters to Blaine's locker. Only his boyfriend, soon to be husband could be that romantic. Just what Blaine wanted from a relationship. Surprises, fascination, appreciation. It was perfect. It could be nobody else than Kurt.

Blaine took up the letter and put it into his bag. He checked his hair in the mirror and wondered whether Kurt wanted him to talk to him about it or silently enjoy the attention. Maybe that was even the reason why he never was online. To avoid giving it away. Oh… what a relief!

Smilingly Blaine went outside. Who cared that he was late for class. His fiancé had sweetened the day and nobody could take that away from Blaine. He was the luckiest man on earth.

The hallways were empty as Blaine went to his locker to finally get his History book. He heard fast steps coming closer and turned his head. Sam stopped in front of his locker, breathing heavily and wiping his hair out of his face.

"Dude, what are you doing here?", he asked. "I thought you were in class already."

"Something came up. Something wonderful."

Sam interrupted his rumbling and turned around, his face still red from running.

"Yeah?"

"Sam, all I can tell you is… I've got the best fiancé in the whole world! No, in the whole Universe. And he's giving me the best Christmas ever!"

Sam's mouth fell open and he stared at Blaine. Quite understandable, who wouldn't after hearing those fantastic news.

"What? Is Kurt here?"

"No, silly!" Blaine giggled and stepped forward to nudge Sam's arm. "He's in New York. But he… can you keep a secret?"

"Sure. But, uhm… so are we ditching class or…?"

Blaine looked at his clock. They were only ten minutes late but if they went now he'd have to wait to tell Sam the wonderful things Kurt had done. It wasn't really good to ditch a class, especially for Sam with his dyslexia but Blaine was so excited he wanted to jump and run around. And it was Christmas, so maybe it was okay once…

"If you don't mind", he said.

"Do I, do I? Huh." Sam made a thoughtful face and rubbed over his chin so Blaine had to giggle again. He felt a bit high on happiness. Finally Kurt had realised what it took to keep them alive and kicking! Wow.

They settled down in an empty classroom. Behind the very last row they sat on the ground, backs against the wall and feet outstretched under the chairs. Blaine couldn't stop grinning and his tingling stomach made him a bit twitchy. He pocked Sam's arm and took a deep breath.

"You'll never guess what Kurt did. It's the most romantic thing ever."

"Send you flowers?"

"Better."

"Wrote you a poem!"

"Almost but better still!"

"Huhm…" Sam thought about it but Blaine couldn't hold back.

"He wrote me love letters!"

"Oh?"

"Yesterday and today I got some very lovely letters. Apparently anonymous. But today I realised they must be from Kurt. He wrote them and then told Artie to put them to my locker!"

Now why didn't Sam smile and was glad like he was supposed to? All he did was frown.

"Artie can't reach your locker, dude."

"I –" Blaine closed his mouth and felt the smile falling from his face. "No. I know. Artie told someone else to do it. Or Kurt contacted… Ryder?"

"Blaine…"

"Don't! It had to be Kurt, okay? Otherwise someone would stalk me and that would be scary!"

"Maybe it's someone you know and they don't know how to tell you", Sam said.

"Yeah, right! As if…" Blaine shook his head. He didn't want to think about who of his friends could possibly have a crush on him. And then have to tell them that they had hoped in vain. It still could be Kurt.

"Just wait and see. I'll ask Kurt about it tonight. It's him, I bet everything I have."

Blaine got up and stretched his legs. He needed to get out of here.

Since Kurt wasn't online Blaine texted him. I got your letters, they were so sweet! Made my day. Love you. Then he switched on the TV and tried to relax. There was a movie called 'Serendipity' on that claimed to be a Christmas movie but after the initial scene the wintery stuff faded away. It was about soul mates finding each other no matter what. Blaine got fascinated and needed to know how it would end when his phone buzzed.

"Kurt! I'm so glad –"

"Blaine, I just stole away from work but I gotta be back in five. Seconds, that is. Huh, can you believe them, such slave drivers!"

"Oh, yeah, haha!"

"Anyway, I didn't send you any letters. But did you get my Email? There's a new restaurant on the 51th Avenue and it's called 'Blaine', isn't that hilarious? I took a picture!"

"It really is. But about the letters –"

"Blaine, I did not send them. Do you think I've got time to write letters? Honestly, do you know how stressful my job is?"

"Uhm…"

"Believe me. No free time whatsoever. In fact I have to get back to my team now. Bye, love you!"

The connection was interrupted and Blaine stared at his phone for a whole minute, his eyes watery so he didn't really see anything. He hadn't? Why not? It would've been perfect and romantic and now it's just a stranger and that made it creepy.

In the movie the meant to be couple met and Blaine switched it off. Things weren't right, nothing was how it was supposed to be. In fact everything was messed up. Why hadn't Kurt sent the letters? Why hadn't Kurt done anything for Blaine? Was he selfish to want that? He should give Kurt his freedom and love him unconditionally, not whine about how he hadn't send some stupid letters. No. More. Whining!

November 28th, Thursday: 27 days until Christmas

Sam put on a green Shirt and looked for a jacket that would fit to it. He had also put his hair in a ponytail and put on cologne. Now he couldn't do anything too obvious but he hoped to be dressed a little fancier than usual would give him Blaine's attention.

When he got to school he knew it worked because some girls were staring at him. Oh yeah, look all you want! He twitched his eyebrows and returned their flirty looks until he stood in front of Marley.

"Oh, hey, Sam. Is that… you look different."

"It's part of my plan. But it's good that I meet you. Look." He took her aside and made sure Blaine wasn't anywhere near before he lowered his voice and head, too.

"We need to send another letter today. I have it all written out, you just need to spell-check and print it."

He gave Marley a paper out of his notebook where he had written down a text. He would go to second base today, tell Blaine that he desperately needed to be around him and wished that one day he would be his. Though there wasn't any talk about kisses… yet.

"Sam, did it ever occur to you that… The print and the colour. It could make Blaine think a girl is writing him."

Sam frowned. "Why would he think that? That's not –"

"Aahhhha!"

Someone pulled Sam back and he stumbled to keep his balance. But the biggest shock was when he saw it was Ryder. His papers lay all on the ground and his fists were in the air as if he wanted to fight.

"Dude, what the hell!?"

"Do you still deny it, huh, huh? Whispering in corners and exchanging notes. Come on, let's clear it up like men!"

Sam frowned.

"First Jake, now you! But I can tell you one thing: I will fight for her. I realised that this is exactly what I need to do!", Ryder exclaimed.

"Ryder, what are you talking about?", Marley interfered.

"You, of course! I will fight for you!"

"Oh. Really?" Marley looked very flattered. She smiled and held her hands to her chest. Unluckily she still held the letter Sam had given her in one hand and now Ryder made a sudden forward move to take it. Sam was just glad he had skipped the salutation because otherwise Ryder would've known what was going on as soon as he had unfolded the paper.

"You're my sunshine, I need you like the air I breathe", he read out loud. "Yeah, no, Sam, I can see you're totally not interested in Marley."

"Dude, that's not – it's totally not like you think!" Sam felt how hot his face was and he hoped that Ryder wouldn't misinterpret his blushing.

But apparently he did because the next thing Sam felt was a poking pain in his lip. He stumbled backwards, held his hand to his lip and tried to hold on to something. But there was nothing and suddenly Sam lay on the floor. Something – someone landed on him and he kicked them away. Ryder screamed for a moment, then got silent.

Sam tried to catch his breath and looked up. Coach Beiste stood there and held Ryder in a firm grasp.

"You two! To the principal, now!"

Things hadn't worked out as planned. Instead of looking better Sam now walked around with a swollen lip and would spent the next days in detention again. And yet another detention was on the table because he had ditched History yesterday. Somehow Mrs Beaver hadn't noticed that Blaine had been missing, too, and he had gotten away with it. So typical.

Ryder kept glaring at him and didn't believe a word when Sam said he didn't love Marley. Of course he also didn't say who the letter really had been for so he couldn't blame him.

One advantage had the swollen lip. As soon as Blaine saw it he came to Sam and asked what had happened.

"Oh, just a little fight, you know… Nothing special. Everyday occurrence."

Blaine frowned. "You fight every day?"

"Yeah, well, that's what real men like me do."

"Sam, you… oh! Does it hurt?"

"Only when I breathe."

Sam twitched his eyebrows but Blaine frowned.

"I think I have some balm if you need it."

"Yeah, you know… why not."

When Blaine turned around Sam held his hand to his mouth and cursed it. It really hurt. But when Blaine turned back to him he smiled again and pretended like it was nothing.

"It's the only one I've got, sorry", Blaine said as he handed him a little can of Nivea balm.

"I take it like a man."

"Do you have a concussion, too?"

"Not that I knew of, why?"

Blaine sighed deeply. "I need to go to class now. Promise me you won't fight again. Who did you fight with, anyway?"

"Ryder."

Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Uhm." Suddenly Sam didn't know what to say anymore. But Blaine would find out sooner or later what it was about so better clear it up before the misunderstanding could spread.

"About Marley. I mean he thinks I'm in love with her but I'm not."

"Oh. Marley."

Blaine's look drifted to a point somewhere behind Sam. He assured him again he wasn't in love with Marley but what could he say to make people believe it except the truth? And he wasn't ready for that yet.

Still, Sam better continued communicating with Marley via phone. Please don't put that part Ryder read out loud in the letter. Also tell him I'm a boy. Thanks. PS I don't love you. Well, she knew but better be sure.

Pity was what she wrote back. Nothing more. Sam frowned at it but then grinned. Yeah, that's what he called humour!

The class before lunch didn't seem to end. So Sam was in love with Marley. Or at least fought with Ryder about her. While Jake was actually the one who should be fighting for her. What was in the water that all the boys got crazy about her?

Sam hadn't been in a relationship for a few months and Blaine rooted for him. He wanted him to get the girl and be happy. Of course he did! He was his best friend. He had also always known that Sam was straight so this shouldn't be an issue here. Well, it wasn't. It was just that… after the disappointment with Kurt Blaine had somehow wanted a little comfort from Sam. But he was busy fighting for girls.

Blaine stared into space while he chewed on his pencil. Marley was really sweet. She and Sam would make a nice couple. Maybe Blaine should buy some flowers in advance to show his support for them? He didn't want Sam to think that his former crush stood between them. Maybe he should tell Sam it was over. He didn't know it, did he?

I am so over Sam. As Blaine realised what he had written into his book he quickly erased it. Then he drew a heart with his and Kurt's name in it. They didn't have any issues. Kurt was busy, that's all. Okay, technically that was an issue because they needed to spend at least some time together. But when Blaine would go to New York that would fix it.

Finally the bell rang. Blaine quickly gathered his things and hurried to his locker. He already saw it from far but this time it didn't took him by surprise. He took the pink envelope and put it into his bag. What could he (no, she! It most likely was a girl!) have written today?

Blaine knocked his fingers against the open locker door. Should he read it or just throw it away? His fingers got faster and faster. Then he followed an impulse, shut the door and ran to the library. The toilette just wasn't an appropriate place to read love letters – or flattery letters, whatever.

"Hi Blaine. I'd love to call you Darling but you probably wouldn't want that. Did I already tell you how cute you look in the morning? Or how uplifting it is just to walk next to you? You are the nicest, most loveable person on the planet and it's an everyday occurrence that I dream you were mine. Your secret admirer. Ps I'm a boy"

Blaine's heart beat up to his throat and felt like it was as big as his whole body. Wow. He gulped but didn't gather back his speech. They – he did really love him. Whoever it was loved him!

Blaine let the letter sink to his legs and noticed his hands were shaking. Of course they were. Those letters were perfect still. No matter that Kurt hadn't sent them. Someone dreamed very romantically of him and Blaine hoped it wasn't a total stranger. But he wrote 'walk next to you' so if nobody had done that without Blaine noticing it must've been someone from his classes or so.

Who knew? Maybe it wasn't Kurt or Sam (he was over him anyway) who was for Blaine, maybe there was someone else still. Someone who loved him wholeheartedly and was ready to commit soul and body to him. Blaine didn't want to claim too much from a relationship but that was what he dreamed about. He had to admit Kurt didn't behave like that. Of course Blaine wouldn't break up with him because of that. It was Kurt's free will; he could do what he wanted! And in relationships you had to make compromises, Blaine knew that.

Also, Blaine couldn't love someone just because of letters. If they chose to reveal themselves he could think about whether he liked them or not. Right now this was more a fantasy than anything else. Someone who promised love. Big words. Who knew if he could stand to it? Or whether it wasn't a cruel joke?

He closed his eyes, willed himself to calm down and eventually walked to the cafeteria.

"I got you lunch because you weren't here and I'm a gentleman", Sam said as Blaine sat down.

"Thank you", Blaine said. He took the tray, cleared his throat and looked around. "Wouldn't you rather sit with Marley?"

"No, you're my number one cafeteria buddy."

"Wow, uhm, thanks."

"Maybe later we can talk about Religion or Politics?", Sam asked.

Blaine stopped smashing his potatoes and looked at his friend.

"What?"

"We never do that. Talk about deep stuff."

Blaine pursed his lips and continued the smashing.

"Well, it's not like we have much time left after school, clubs, homework and relaxing things. What do you want to talk about?"

He eyed Sam from the side. He looked different today. Normally he dressed quietly but today he wore a brown jacket and some green shirts under it and according to that a black jeans. Blaine didn't even know Sam had clothes like that. And his hair that had gotten a bit too long lately was in a ponytail. It was unusual but the sight of Sam never failed to amaze Blaine.

"Religion or Politics."

"But what?"

"What what? Religion or Politics!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and salted his potatoes.

"Or we could talk about… what direction do you want your life to take?"

Blaine turned to Sam who quickly closed a notebook.

"What? It's school stuff!"

"My life is school stuff?"

"No, this is. Not… your life. That's important."

Blaine suspiciously eyed Sam's notebook and then his friend. He smiled but with his swollen lip it didn't really look happy.

"Do you want to go to Starbucks after school and drink Christmassy coffee?", Sam asked.

Blaine sighed and nodded. He could use some distraction. And maybe he could show Sam the letters and ask his opinion about it. Because as things were Blaine really didn't know what to think about them.

A/N Oh yeah, no Samchel subtext this time (I think we had enough of that this week anyway, right?) so I go with Sarley! Haha did you ever think I'll stop multi-shipping Sam? Lol no but seriously there will be nothing between them I promise.