Title: The Most Magical Place On Earth ~ Day 2
By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK on , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Prompt: Sam is called to a meeting by Blaine's parents. They sit him down and say that of all of Blaine's friends, Sam is the most reliable, the most trustworthy and the nicest. So they have chosen (maybe even hire) him to keep an eye on Blaine because Blaine tends to go crazy when he takes this annual trip. Cooper couldn't handle him. Kurt couldn't take it. But they think Sam can. When Blaine does his annual week-long trip to Disney World, Sam goes with him. Oh what could possibly happen?
Notes: Sorry for any typos. My transcription software doesn't always understand what I say and I don't always catch the mistakes. I have trouble typing things by hand since I suffered an injury last year to my right hand and it seizes up if I try to do too much.
Note #2: I know the Waldorf Astoria Orlando isn't actually one of the Disney hotels, but for purposes of this fic, just pretend it is!
Note #3: LOL, I feel like I'm writing a Disney advertisement, but I'm trying to describe what they're doing in the park, so I kinda have to talk about the rides and attractions!
Not many people were aware of this, but before the introduction of at least one cup of coffee into his system, Blaine Devon Anderson was most emphatically not a morning person. He hated waking up, preferring instead to burrow down into his pillow, enjoying the hazy feel of being half alert as he snuggled against the firm, warm heat of Sam behind him.
The first time they'd had a sleepover, Blaine had been flustered to find Sam curled around him in the morning. It wasn't that either of them had done anything wrong (Sam was just a cuddler), but they were guys and it was morning and Blaine had flushed to feel Sam's cock pressed up against the curve of his ass.
Blaine had tried to wiggle away, but Sam woke when he moved, actually pulled him closer. Then he had come into his senses, laughed a little and released Blaine, giggling as he apologized for the octopus impression and that was that.
Over the course of the year, Blaine got used to having Sam wrapped around him like a big, hot, blonde octopus. Even knowing about Blaine's crush, Sam had never shied away, never seemed uncomfortable when Blaine leaned into his arms or if one of them shifted and bumped a hip or leg against an obvious morning erection.
Of course, that limitless acceptance did nothing to dampen Blaine's crush. No, it only fueled the flames because really, how could he not love someone like Sam?
So he didn't feel too odd, taking a moment to relax in the warm cocoon of Sam's embrace. He ran her hand along one of Sam's forearms and smiled when the arm tightened around him and he mumbled into Blaine's hair. His other hand was resting low on Blaine's belly, hot against his skin and pinky finger dipping below the waistband of his pajama pants. It would be nice to just lie there and pretend until Sam woke fully and then they could….
All at once, Blaine was wide awake, recalling exactly where he was. The curtains were drawn, but he could see the bright halo around the edges that told him the sun was shining. Stretching out an arm, he dragged his phone off the bedside table and checked the time.
6:45am.
On a normal summer day, he would have groaned at the hour and gone back to sleep, but normal rules did not apply when Disney Extra Magic Hours were to be considered.
"Sam," he said, trying to squirm out of Sam's grip without rubbing his ass against Sam's hard on. It was not easy to do, as Sam sleepily tried to follow him when he moved away. "Rise and shine!"
Bleary, blue-green eyes blinked up at him when Blaine finally managed to stand and Sam mumbled, "Mornin'."
"It is," Blaine told him with a grin, yanking open the curtains. "We went to bed at 10, so up and at 'em! I'm going to use the bathroom first."
Since he'd showered after swimming the previous evening, Blaine only felt the need to freshen up, shave, brush his teeth and gel his hair into submission. Thinking of the humidity, he used a generous amount of product to tame his curls. An aqua Polo, tan khaki shorts and brown Sperry top Siders completed his look.
When he stepped back into the bedroom, Sam was still lying on the bed, though he had managed to kick the comforter aside. The light pouring through the window made his newly cropped blonde hair glow and seemed to caress his bare skin lovingly…and there was a lot of skin visible.
He must've been really tired last night, not to have noticed that Sam was in bed with him wearing only a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, which hid very little, especially considering it was morning….
Shaking himself, Blaine wet his suddenly dry lips and said, "C'mon, Sam, get up! Extra Magic Hours start at eight and we want to be there when they open!"
"Okay," Sam rumbled and sat up, abdominal muscles clenching beautifully as he did so.
Once Blaine was sure he was actually out of bed, he popped into the kitchen to make coffee, tea and a little something for breakfast. They could eat throughout the day at the park, but having something in their stomachs to start the day was a good idea.
By the time the drinks were ready, Sam had wandered out of the bedroom in cargo shorts and a thin, white V-neck T-shirt. He set his sneakers down by the door and accepted the mug of tea from Blaine. "Thanks," he said with a grin, taking in the container of yogurt and strawberries on the table. "So what's the plan for today?"
As they ate, Blaine outlined his plan of attack, starting in Adventureland. Sam listened, occasionally nodding and asking questions.
When they finished, Blaine popped to his feet. "Ready to get going?"
"Yup," Sam agreed with a nod, sticking a couple of granola bars and one of his pockets. Once he got his shoes on and they checked to make sure they had their Magic Band bracelets, they headed down to wait at the shuttle stop. To Blaine's delight, there was no actual weight, as the shuttle arrived just as they were exiting the hotel.
They joined a few sleepy looking parents and overexcited children on the bus and soon found themselves walking through the park entrance.
Blaine always loved passing through the dimly lit tunnel and emerging into the bright sunshine of Main Street. In the early hours, it was far less crowded, but still, the happy, high voices of children rang through the air. Absorbing the atmosphere, Blaine told Sam along the familiar path toward Adventureland, taking a left at the end of Main Street and heading toward a grove of lush green foliage.
For a moment, they paused by Tinkerbell's Magic Nook, watching enchanted little girls hug young women in brightly colored fairy costumes. Other than small children and their parents, they were the only ones around and, just as Blaine was about suggest they move on, a petite brunette pixie in blue danced lightly toward them.
"What about your boys?" she asked with a smile aimed at Sam. "Do you believe in fairies?"
Blaine could kind of feel for the girl. She probably didn't get many hot young men like Sam hanging around the fairy nook. He couldn't tell if Sam knew she was flirting, but he grinned gamely. "Of course I believe in fairies," he replied and the pixie turned back to the crowd of little girls.
"Oh, yay!" she cheered brightly. "You know fairy magic relies on believers… And fairy magic means…."
"Pixie dust!" the crowd of girls cheered and the Tinkerbells began sprinkling pinches of glittery powder on the children.
As the blue pixie approached him, Blaine heard her murmur, "Thanks for playing along."
Then he and Sam each received a pinch of glitter on their heads.
While the little girls followed the pixies into the fairy nook, Blaine and Sam chose to move on. With a grin, Sam said, "Stacy will get a kick out of hearing about that."
The narrow, wooden plank bridge under the Adventureland sign was a little congested even at the early hour, but Blaine caught Sam's arm and told him toward the growth of palm fronds on the left. If he hadn't known it was there, they might have walked past one of the attractions.
"Have you seen the Swiss Family Robinson?" he asked with a smile, excited despite having visited this particular spot at least a dozen times before. Today he could share this with Sam, which made it seem almost new.
Nodding, Sam replied, "Of course. I wanted to live in…Oh!"
His startled exclamation made Blaine laugh as he pulled Sam onto the steps that lead up to the Swiss Family Tree house. Most people seem to think it a rather boring experience when compared to the rest of the park, but Blaine liked it and Sam seemed fascinated despite having to climb 116 steps in the heat to see the whole of the tree house. They stopped at the plaques scattered throughout the attraction and Blaine quietly read the inscriptions aloud so Sam wouldn't have to struggle through them.
At the top, they paused to peer at the view of Adventureland, at the winding river and jungle like atmosphere and Sam laughed. "I feel like I'm in the middle of a rain forest or something!"
Next, they rode the Magic Carpets of Aladdin and Sam let out a bark of surprised delight when one of the animatronic camels spit a fine mist of water onto them.
By the time they headed toward the next ride, the crowds had arrived and the people watching got good. As a woman with two toddlers on child leashes walked by, Sam frowned. "I hate those things," he said, eyeing the leashes. "A kid could get strangled."
Nodding his agreement, Blaine steered them toward the queue for the Jungle Cruise. As they wove their way through the snakelike line, Blaine pointed out a few of the interesting details, like a chalkboard that listed the names of missing boats and persons 'lost' during cruises. It was all in fun, of course, as the names were things like 'Ilene Dover' and 'Anne Fellen'.
Puns and bad jokes were a big part of the Jungle Cruise experience.
They boarded the Amazon Annie, relaxing in the shade of the canopy as the guide piloted the boat down the river. During the trip, they saw a variety of animatronic animals and natives, including a herd of elephants, some lions, angry hippos and a shrunken head salesman. They got a little damp when they passed by the waterfall but the water felt good under the hot Florida sun and they soon found themselves returning to the dock to disembark.
Thanks to the movie of the same name, Sam was very excited by the Pirates of the Caribbean. They queued up in the pirate line and wandered through the dark caverns that led to the boats.
"This is awesome," Sam breathed as they floated through the dark tunnels, the sound of cannon fire echoing in the distance. He grabbed Blaine's hand when the boat took a brief plunge and didn't let go when they found themselves in the middle of a port under attack by a pirate frigate.
The scene changed as they floated around the bend, a town now, where pirates were searching for gold and adventure. At the end of the ride, they were greeted by the sight of Captain Jack Sparrow sitting atop a pile of gold and other booty.
Of course, after that, they had to stop to watch Captain Jack Sparrow's Pirate Tutorial. The actor Disney had playing Jack was really good, had all of Johnny Depp's mannerisms down to a T and watching him lead a group of children through the pirate oath was adorable.
The sun was pounding down on them by that time and refreshments sounded really good, so Blaine led Sam over to the line forming outside the windows at Aloha Isle.
"We don't want to get anything too heavy now," Blaine advised, bouncing on his toes as they waited. "There are some rides over in Frontierland that are more like roller coasters, so…just stick with snacks for now."
Sam chuckled. "Good idea," he agreed, pulling a bottle of sunblock out of one of his pockets. "Need any?"
Shaking his head, as the moisturizer he applied earlier to combat the hot weather had SPF 5 in it, Blaine replied, "I'm good. I don't really burn."
With a grin, Sam swiped lotion over his nose and cheeks. "I burn before I tan," he said. "A few years ago, I figured out that it was better to skip that step."
When they got to the front of the line, Blaine ordered a pineapple float while Sam got an orange/pineapple swirl Dole whip cone. Watching Sam eat his ice cream, licking the rapidly melting treat and humming with pleasure at the taste, did not exactly inspire family-friendly thoughts, but Blaine simply smiled at him and sipped his float, enjoying the view.
The Enchanted Tiki Room provided a 20 minute, air-conditioned rest before they made their way toward Frontierland.
The clapboard buildings, log cabins and gingham clad park employees were a stark change from the jungle like atmosphere of Adventureland and Blaine grinned, watching Sam take it all in.
They rode Big Thunder Mountain Railroad twice in a row despite the now grueling heat of waiting in the queue. The ride through caverns, avalanches, mountains and floods was worth it, especially that one drop that always made Blaine gasp, sure he was going to bang his head. Speeding past caves, sulfur pools, dinosaur bones, sheep and grottos, the sharp turns had Sam and Blaine sliding into each other and made them laugh.
Tom Sawyer Island was the next stop on the itinerary, as the dock was located right by Big Thunder Mountain. The raft ride itself was quick, depositing them on the shady island to explore. They made their way through caverns, and old mine, across a bouncy rope bridge and finally explored Fort Langhorn.
Splash Mountain was well worth the long wait in line. It was nice sitting in the love boat as they floated down the river, listening to some classic Disney songs, and Sam shouted as they reached the final drop, again grabbing for Blaine's hand, though he grinned the entire time.
They got completely soaked, but Blaine didn't care as Sam laughed and shook back his drenched bangs. "Oh, we need to ride that again!" he enthused, so of course they ran back to enter the queue.
The grumbling from their stomachs could no longer be ignored, so instead of the third round on Splash Mountain, they wandered over to Pecos Bills Tall Tale Inn and Café. Unable to resist the mouthwatering aroma, they each had a BBQ pulled pork sandwich with a side of apple slices and bottles of water. Even though the break was nice, Blaine was still eager to move on and Sam allowed himself to be towed off as soon as their plates were clear.
Though the Country Bear Jamboree was generally considered a kids attraction (and yes, it was packed with families), the show was a good place to digest their food before moving onto the next land. Plus, Sam seemed to like it. Apparently, his sister was a big fan of the movie.
Compared to the rest of the park Liberty Square was pretty low key and not quite as crowded. The area was designed to look like something out of colonial America complete with a replica of the Liberty Bell.
Wandering through the lobby of the Hall of Presidents, they peered at portraits and memorabilia before entering the theater. Sitting quietly, they watched film that talked briefly about US history, with special emphasis on the Constitution and the presidency. As the narration began, Sam leaned close to Blaine and whispered, "Morgan Freeman should narrate everything. Fact."
At the conclusion of the film, the screen parted to reveal a stage full of animatronic figures, one of every US president. Each acknowledged their name in some way and then show finished with a speech given by Barack Obama and Abraham Lincoln reciting the Gettysburg Address. Personally, Blaine thought it was a great way to get a little history lesson along with the fun of Disney land.
Stopping to see the Liberty Belle riverboat (they chose not to actually get on it), they made their way up the slight hill toward the Haunted Mansion, following the sounds of howling wolves. The line toward the gothic castle led them through a graveyard, past character like busts and gravestones, which Blaine knew were inscribed with tributes to people involved with creating Disney magic.
They touched instruments at the musical crept and got sprayed with water by the pipe organ. At Prudence Pock's tomb, they watched her 'ghost' finish a poem and then passed a new a row of tombstones, one of which was dedicated to Uncle Blaine Gibson, a Disney sculptor, which Blaine got a kick out of.
When they reached the mansion itself, a black clad Butler escorted their group to the entrance, where a 'Ghost Host' directed them to an octagonal room with strange paintings on the walls. Sam and a few other people gasped when the paintings began to change, growing longer and longer, becoming macabre as they stretched out.
From there, they made their way to the Doom Buggy part of the ride, sitting close together as they listened to the Ghost Host tell the story of the Black Widow and her many husbands. The narration continued as they slowly traveled through the library, conservatory, hallways ballrooms the attic and even a graveyard. Holographic images popped up now and again, cavorting among the displays and spooky scenery. When a mirror reflected a holographic skeleton in the buggy with them, they both jumped.
By the time they exited the Haunted Mansion, it was late in the afternoon and they were both hot, sticky and a little tired of walking (not that Blaine would ever admit that. It was Disney, heated power through the pain). As they had completed his plans for the day, he turned to Sam and asked, "Wanna go on any rides again read back to the hotel and wash up before dinner?"
"I'm good," Sam replied and they begin the trek back toward the shuttle. Main Street was once again crowded, but the shuttle bus was nearly empty and Blaine sank back into the seat beside Sam.
Since they were going out to dinner, Sam jumped into the shower first, emerging quickly, a small towel wrapped around his hips, body still glistening damply….
Blaine practically dove into the bathroom for a cool shower of his own. When he stepped out (having brought his own clothes into the bathroom with him), he found Sam sitting on the bed in black pants and a white wife beater (who thought that was an appropriate name for an article of clothing?). He grinned Blaine and asked, "White or green shirt?"
But Blaine knew this wasn't a date or anything, it made him smile to think that Sam was dressing up a bit. "White," he said and knew he made the right choice when Sam pulled on the crisp, Oxford shirt, tucking it in and rolling up his sleeves. With a little smile, Blaine reached out and fixed Sam's collar. "There. Perfect."
Sam grinned at him, even more stunning up close and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Thankfully, Sam didn't seem to notice and merely asked, "So, are you going to tell me where this big surprise dinner is?"
"No," Blaine replied, smiling back in spite of his blush. "That would totally ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
They arrived at the Downtown Disney Marketplace just as the sun was beginning to set. When Sam saw a glowing sign in the distance, he turned in his seat and asked, "Planet Hollywood?"
Blaine was clearly trying to contain his own grin at the excitement in Sam's voice and merely nodded. "I thought you might like…."
"Dude, this is awesome!" Sam exclaimed, reaching across and grabbing Blaine in a tight hug. "I've always wanted to go to one of these!"
He could feel Blaine smiling against his neck, hands clutching at the back of his shirt and Sam took a breath, squeezing him as he chuckled, "I had a feeling."
The restaurant seems to be a blue sphere sitting in water surrounded by metal struts, with a covered walkway (leading up to an entrance that looks like a flying saucer). The Planet Hollywood sign shone bright and, as they approached Sam grinned and pointed to a boat moored beside the restaurant. "Hey, that's the Jenny from Forrest Gump!"
They peered at the little boat for a time before moving to study a topiary ballerina from the movie Edward scissor hands and then began their way up the entry ramp.
Inside was… Well, Sam had never seen a restaurant quite like it. Some walls were covered with black and white pictures of celebrities while others were painted with a zebra print. What he could see of the ceiling (passed all the suspended props) was lit with projections of a starry sky. Lights blinked and TVs played music videos adding to the loud din of three levels of diners.
A display case caught his eye and Sam laughed. "Blaine! Look familiar?" he asked, pointing to a flight suit from the movie Top Gun. Blaine had borne a similar outfit when they've done their movie music mash-up.
With a grin, Blaine sang a few lines. "Revvin' up your engine, Listen to her howlin' roar, Metal under tension, Beggin' you to touch and go…."
Some of the other diners waiting to be seated gave them funny looks, but Sam couldn't care less. He loved listening to Blaine sing.
After a while, they were led to a table by a hostess, passing a costume from Tron, props from one of the Indiana Jones movies and the acts from The Shining. Suspended over their heads was a pirate ship and Herbie the love bug.
"So how are you liking Florida so far?" Blaine asked over the appetizer he ordered them to split, a VIP platter that held chicken strips, Buffalo wings, Texas tostados and spinach dip.
Sam grinned. "You're kidding right?" he laughed, because he thought he'd been clear how awesome he thought everything was. "I'm at Disney World with my best friend in the world. What could be better?"
The smile Blaine aimed at him made Sam's heart soar. Even if Blaine wasn't completely over Kurt yet, Sam was pretty sure he still had feelings for him, which meant there was hope.
He was a big believer in hope.
They spent the rest of the meal (blackened mahi-mahi on Jasmine rice for Sam and penne, chicken and broccoli for Blaine) gaping at the memorabilia displayed around them. Hands down, their favorite sight was one of Tony Stark's armored suits from Iron Man 3.
So incredible.
They got dessert to go in souvenir glasses, sipping their frappes (Moccachino for Blaine and Chocolate Orange for Sam) as they strolled around the marketplace, passed restaurants, theaters and shops. The bright lights of Cirque du Soleil lit up the night sky and by the time they made it back to the car, Sam was yawning.
"Thanks for inviting me," he said as they crawled into bed, once again ignoring the fact that there were two large beds in the room instead of just one.
Blaine smiled softly, looking up with heavy lidded eyes, hair a riot of curls on the pillow. "I'm so glad you're here," he murmured, fingers brushing Sam's arm under the blankets.
Returning his grin, Sam shifted, his pinky and ring fingers tangling with Blaine's. Neither of them mentioned it, but neither pulled away and the last thing Sam saw before drifting off to sleep was Blaine's smile.
TBC…..