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As far as the story is concerned, I have decided exactly where I want the story to go, and exactly what the main things that will happen are, so get ready for a fun ride in the next couple of weeks. I'm going to make multiple more chapters of it, and they will be of varying lengths, depending on what my life allows me to complete. I'll try to update it pretty as regularly as I can. Hope you like it! Please review it, and tell me what you think!

CHAPTER 2 - WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

Blaine dialed Kurt's number, but before the call actually began to go through, he hung up hurriedly. He had been doing this throughout the past week, unable to actually let the call connect and resolve the growing conflict inside of him.

Ever since he took that pregnancy test a week ago, it's been the only thing that's been on his mind. He took a sabbatical from work to deal through his emotions, and so far it hasn't exactly been the most productive. All he does is suppress his thoughts, and hope that what is happening isn't really happening. But, no amount of Netflix and ice cream will negate what each daily test tells him: he's pregnant. There's no way a dozen pregnancy tests can be wrong.

Blaine dialed his phone again, but this time for Sam. Sam had been so supportive since this whole situation started, and Blaine needed his very special kind of moral support to be able to do this.

"Hey Blainey. How are you feeling?"

"Hey Sam. Things are alright. Well..as alright as they can be under the circumstances. Are you free tonight? I could really use some company."

Blaine asked somewhat shyly. Though, of course, his best friend would always be there for anything, but he still felt like he was being kinda needy. Gosh, are hormones starting to affect me already? Why do I feel so emotional?

"Dude, for sure. I'm just on my way back in from the gym. Let me get home to take a quick shower and I'll be right over, my man. Maybe like an hour. "

"Thanks so much, Sam. You don't know how much you mean to me."

"Right back at you, buddy. See you in a few."

Blaine sighed in relief. He was so glad to get the chance to throw some thoughts at Sam, and maybe finally be able to get the courage to let Kurt know. After all, broken up or not, he deserved to know the truth.

I wonder how he'll react. Will he be happy? Or will he be upset? How will that affect things with Sebastian? Maybe Sebastian will be disappointed by it, distance himself, and maybe Kurt and I can get back together again and start to raise a family. But…can I trust Kurt not to cheat again? What if, despite me being pregnant, he simply cannot love me anymore?

Blaine had to shake these thoughts away before he started to cry again. He'd already done enough of that this past week. Being all inside his feelings had suddenly tired him, and he decided to take a shower and a small nap before Sam got here. After all, he didn't exactly want Sam to see the current train wreck he was impersonating.

Blaine's hair hadn't been gelled since Sam left last weekend, and it was currently a nestled mess of curly hair. He hadn't showered in a couple days. He didn't feel any need to, and he could barely muster the energy to do anything anymore, much less to make himself look good. Pretty soon his body was going to go to be ruined from the pregnancy, so why even bother?

His level of depression had gotten pretty bad. Most things didn't bring him joy anymore. He felt terrible lying to people when they called or texted. He'd always say everything was OK, or that he was feeling under the weather, and that's why he couldn't hang out. He knew the truth, though. The stark reality is that he was so emotionally distraught, that he was embarrassed to show himself outside of his house, and even more so since he knew he was hiding a secret deep inside himself.

He peeled off his yoga pants and tee shirt, and stared at his image for a minute. Gross. He wasn't happy with the unusual amount of hair on his face, so he shaved his face to his typical baby smooth self. Baby smooth. How ironic. He put his hands over his stomach, and rubbed it for a few seconds. He grabbed a pocket of his belly, and suddenly felt like he was incredibly fat. Now, he had always been a pretty fit guy. He'd go to the gym pretty regularly, and considered himself to be fairly toned, but despite knowing all of this, he looked at himself now and felt like a massive cow. Maybe I'm just feeling bloated… He touched his chest area, and he felt a strange sensitivity around his nipples. Wow, that's weird…they've never felt so sensitive before. What is happening to my body?

With a heavy sigh, he stepped into the shower and let the water wash away all the grimy germs from the past couple days. The water felt so good. I wonder if this is how the characters from The Walking Dead felt when they finally got to shower in Alexandria. Blaine giggled to himself. Of all the random things he tried to watch to make himself feel better, The Walking Dead was the one show that actually made him smile. Maybe it's because he loved any story set in a post-apocalyptic zombie world, or maybe it was because the character Daryl Dixon was such a manly, yet sensitive badass.

Feeling much better from a fresh shower, Blaine gelled his hair and combed it to perfection. He slipped into his favorite pair of shorts and polo shirt, and laid down on his bed. He set the alarm for about the time Sam was about to arrive, and allowed himself to drift into sleep.

The doorbell rang, and Blaine awoke in a frenzy. As Blaine got up from the bed, he noticed he couldn't quite make things out as they should be. Most things around him were blurry, but not so blurry that he couldn't figure out his way down the stairs. He hazily made his way to the front door, and opened it to reveal a smiling Sam.

"Hey Blaine," Sam said in a strange voice.

It was Sam's voice, but it had a hint of something different to its intonation. It seemed slightly gruffer. Blaine couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hey Sammie, come in," Blaine opened the door all the way and let Sam begin to enter.

As Sam entered, he gave Blaine a really tight hug and held him longer than normal. Blaine let go of the door, and hugged Blaine right back. Everything began to spin, things became more blurry, and Blaine began to worry something was really wrong, but Sam's hug was beginning to make everything pretty alright.

"Thanks Sam. I love your hugs."

Sam didn't let go of Blaine. He kept his hands at the small of Blaine's back and rested his head on Blaine's shoulders. He brought his lips right up to Blaine's ear.

"And I love you," Sam whispered. "I just want you to feel better, because you deserve better."

A jolt of electricity shot down Blaine's body. He knew Sam was straight, but the way he said that into his ear sounded so sexy. I'm too emotional, and I'm overthinking his good will. Christ, Blaine, what's wrong with you? Get a grip. Even if Sam was gay or bi, Blaine wouldn't want to potentially ruin his friendship over a random hookup.

Despite all that, Blaine couldn't help but to become more aware of Sam lingering lips near neck as he continued to hold on him in a comforting hug. He was very aware of Sam's warm breath as it escaped Sam's mouth and grazed his neck, each small breath making Blaine take shallower and shallower breaths in his confused nervousness.

Sam finally let Blaine free of his hug, and shut the door behind him. Blaine stood there in slight confusion for a couple of seconds before leading the way to the kitchen. He almost tripped on a rug that blended in with the floor now that things were blurring together even more than before. What is wrong with my vision? Why can I barely see? He suddenly felt an immense thirst, and he went to grab a drink from inside the refrigerator.

"Want something, Sam?"

"I'll take a diet Coke, if you have it."

The boys opened up the drinks and sipped at them for a few seconds. They sat in awkward silence for a few seconds, maybe for the first time in their entire friendship. Blaine stared at Sam for a few seconds, and things just got bizarre. Sam looked perfectly normal, in picture perfect clarity. But everything else around Blaine was distorted in a haziness that Blaine did not understand. So weird. Blaine couldn't stand the silence anymore. He needed to say something, even if it was something lame to stall for a better line.

"Hey, how about some chips?" I'm so fucking lame.

"Yeah, whatever you want, dude."

Sam stared at Blaine in a way that made Blaine feel a little uneasy. What is going on with Sam? I feel like I don't even know who he is right now…I've never felt awkward around him, and this is just beyond weird. Blaine fumbled with some things inside the pantry, and he couldn't believe he was out of the chips.

"Uh…I think I'm out of chips," Blaine half said, half mumbled, but definitely loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Oh, dude, screw the chips. I don't care about chips right now," Sam said, his voice trailing towards the end.

Blaine looked around the pantry one more time to see if there was anything else worth eating, until his thoughts came to a screeching halt.

Blaine felt Sam's arms wrap around his waist as Sam pulled his body flush against Blaine's. Blaine stood still, in shock, not knowing what Sam was doing, or what he was thinking.

Sam ran his hands slowly up Blaine's chest, his fingertips sensually caressing Blaine's warm, soft skin, and trailing back down. Blaine inhaled sharply, as an exciting rush burst up and down every single nerve in his body. Sam removed Blaine's polo, and then removed his own, all the while keeping Blaine facing away from him. Sam pressed his chest against Blaine's back, his body heat radiating right in Blaine's pores, reverberating tingles straight into Blaine. Sam began to nuzzle his nose on Blaine's neck.

"Sam….what are…what are you doing?" Blaine managed to say weakly.

"I want you, Blaine. I want all of you." Sam whispered to Blaine, in a deep, sultry voice. He began to plant small kisses all over Blaine's neck and back. "Let me love you like you should be loved."

Blaine was melting with every word. And with every kiss.

"Sam, we can't," Blaine tried to rationalize, mostly to himself. "You're my best friend, and you're straight. What are you doing to me…"

"Tell me you don't want it," Sam challenged with a smirk on his face.

"I-I-I-" Blaine didn't know what to say. Everything suddenly began to become clear, in a literal sense. He could see things normally again.

"Better yet….tell me that you want it," Sam dared Blaine once again.

Blaine's body and mind were on fire. He didn't answer Sam, but he didn't stop Sam from placing his hands firmly on his ass, groping tightly against his jeans with such lust that Blaine swore he could feel Sam's heat the cloth.

Blaine felt himself grow extremely tight in his own jeans, and Sam soon let Blaine know that he was in the same boat. Sam pressed his growing member against Blaine's bubble butt, and began to rub the fabrics together. He began to slide his hand across the front of Blaine's jeans, until he felt Blaine's member aching to be touched. Sam grabbed Blaine's heat through the threats and Blaine couldn't help but moan in effortless pleasure. As Sam continued to rub himself on Blaine, he undid Blaine's jeans button and slid his hand inside Blaine's underwear. He grabbed Blaine's now rock-hard cock and began to stroke it.

"Tell me you want me," Sam whispered once more in Blaine's ear as he nibbled his earlobe tenderly.

Who was Blaine kidding? In addition to the amazing friendship he and Sam shared, Blaine always felt like Sam was very attractive and he had wondered what it would be like to actually be with Sam on a romantic level. He certainly gave Sam a few extra seconds of stare time in the locker room, and any physical contact was always welcomed at a subconscious level. Blaine finally decided to give in to his lust.

"I want you," Blaine whispered, barely audibly.

"How bad do you want me?" Sam teased.

"So bad," Blaine moaned.

Sam removed his jeans and underwear, and stripped Blaine equally as naked. Blaine began to turn around, but Sam kept him turned away. Sam bent Blaine over the kitchen island and ran his tongue down Blaine's back. Blaine shivered in anticipation as Sam's tongue slid slowly down between his cheeks. Sam spread Blaine's ass wide enough to reveal Blaine's pink hole. Sam licked his lips before lowering his face down in Blaine's ass. As Sam's tongue rimmed Blaine's hole, Blaine buckled. He had never felt such intense pleasure. Sam must've done this before, because he had begun to tongue-fuck Blaine's tight, wet hole in a way that made Blaine almost cum right on the spot.

Sam got up and put Blaine's legs on his shoulders. Sam brought the tip of his cock right up against Blaine's entrance, and began to tease it. He would barely enter Blaine's hole, but then spend a few seconds just rubbing his cock right outside. This was driving Blaine crazy, and it made Sam smirk.

"Do you want me inside you?" Sam asked sensually.

"More than anything in the world."

"What's the magic word?" Sam teased.

"Please. Please. Fuck me, Sam."

Sam smirked, and whispered "Get ready," as he slowly began to slide –

Blaine awoke to the sound of his preset alarm. He was extremely confused. Holy shit, that was a crazy vivid dream. He had never had a sex dream about Sam, and he began to suddenly feel extremely awkward about the whole thing. Do I have feelings for Sam? Or is this just my hormones twisting everything in my head? He looked down momentarily, and he noticed he had absolutely jazzed his pants while sex dreaming. Great, now I have to change.

Blaine's phone rang, and it was Sam. He tried to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey Blainey. I'm about 5 minutes out. I'm bringing some pizza!"

"Great! See you soon, Sammie."

Blaine hung up the phone and started to breathe deeply to himself. Sam's voice only reminded Blaine of the dream he just had, and it made him feel just really weird. He tried to shake it off as he changed into a new pair of jeans, and to make sure he still looked OK from the shower from a little bit ago.

Soon the doorbell rang and Blaine's heart was racing. OK, Blaine, just act normal. Sam's here for moral support, so just forget about that damn dream.

Blaine opened the door and there stood Sam, pizza in hand.

Well, here goes. Either this will be incredibly helpful, or this will be the most awkward thing ever.