CHAPTER SUMMARY: Sam thought getting in the shower with his boyfriend would be a fun way to distract him from going out that night.

SLIPPERY SHOWERS

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam shouted from the door to their apartment as soon as he was in.

Not that he was expecting Blaine to jump on him and kiss him breathless –though he had to admit he still did sometimes–, but at least a little peck and a nice word would have been nice. But not today. He was met by an empty and silent living room, and he wondered where his boyfriend might be. His jacket was hanging out on the rack, and his bag was resting on the table, so he knew he had made it home. Maybe he would be taking a nap? He didn't usually slept at day, but since they were going out for dinner with Tina and Mike maybe he wanted to feel fresh for it.

Their bedroom was as empty as the living room had been, but the noise coming from the bathroom told Sam that his partner was taking a shower. With a mischievous smile, Sam started stripping with the idea of joining him. He knew Blaine would complain about getting ready and not having the time for that, but he also knew he would shut up and relent as soon as Sam started kissing and biting his neck. It never failed. And maybe, only maybe, Blaine would be feeling so happy and carefree and in love in the aftermath of their lovemaking that Sam would be able to convince him to skip the dinner with their friends and stay home to continue their private little party.

It was not that Sam didn't like Tina and Mike. Mike was one of his best friends, after all. And Tina was too, but sometimes she could be so… so… annoying! He felt bad for thinking like that; she was an incredibly good friend for Blaine, after all, but well… sometimes hanging out with her could get a little overwhelming. And after a hard day's work, the only thing Sam wanted was to snuggle on his sofa with the love of his life and watch bad TV until Blaine's head would undoubtedly fell on his shoulder as he passed out at mid sentence. Sam simply loved their simple life, and sometimes he didn't like sharing Blaine with the rest of the world.

With the purpose of surprising his passionate boyfriend and making him feel like he was in heaven, he left all his clothes on the floor –he'd deal with Blaine's frustrated sighs later– and opened the door as silently as he could. He could hardly stop giggling as he tiptoed across the bathroom and only opened the curtain enough for him to able to slip into the bathtub unnoticed. Not that he needed to worry, because Blaine was completely concentrated on washing his hair, his back to Sam and his head under the fall and noise of the water.

Still trying not to make any sound, Sam finally decided to make his presence known by blowing a little air on the back of Blaine's neck at the same time that he playfully smacked his butt. But his actions were so unexpected that Blaine screamed, jumped out of his skin and turned around and punched Sam's face, all in one swift move.

Not being ready for that kind of welcome, Sam lost his balance and slipped on the slick surface of the bathtub and fell heavily on his bottom with a groan.

"Oh my God, Sam!" Blaine exclaimed as soon as he saw who it was. "I'm so sorry!"

"Did you just punch me?" Sam asked, more surprised than really reproachful.

"I didn't know it was you!" Blaine tried to defend himself.

"Who was it supposed to be?!" Sam exclaimed in disbelief.

"I don't know, I was not expecting anyone! It was pure instinct!"

"Well, I surely wasn't expecting this!"

"Then you shouldn't creep up on people like that!" Blaine protested vigorously, feeling Sam was to blame in the whole incident too.

"I was only trying to be romantic!" Sam argued, conveniently omitting about the part of trying to distract his boyfriend from their double date.

"Well, next time try a romantic gesture that doesn't stop my heart!" Blaine whined, putting a hand to his chest to show how affected he was as he finally turned the tap off.

"Hey, last time I checked I was the one being injured!" Sam answered, though he immediately regretted it when he saw how guilty it made Blaine feel.

"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry, I really didn't want to hurt you. Forgive me" Blaine apologized, kneeling next to his boyfriend.

"I know that, you silly, don't worry" he answered, because he knew Blaine would never hurt him on purpose and, to be honest, he was partly to blame.

"Are you alright?" Blaine answered honestly, bringing a hand to Sam's shoulder to rub it comfortingly.

"Well, the punch wasn't that bad" he answered sincerely, because with all the movement Blaine had hardly brushed his cheek. "But the fall… Is it possible to break your butt?"

"Don't joke with that, one of my classmates at NYADA once fell onto her bottom like that and broke her coccyx" Blaine answered, sounding quite worried.

"That doesn't sound like fun" Sam answered with a chuckle, and Blaine could see he was not taking it seriously.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital to have you checked" Blaine suggested with the best of intentions, but Sam didn't even want to hear about it.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be embarrassing at all. Hey doctor, I think I broke my butt. How? When I slipped in the shower while I was trying to bang my boyfriend. Yeah, not going to happen" Sam answered, his cheeks flushing just thinking about having to go to the hospital for an injury like that. Especially considering he wasn't actually so badly hurt!

"Do you think you can stand up?" Blaine answered, already putting his hands under Sam's armpits to help him get up.

"Well, I can try" Sam answered dramatically, and he made quite a show of letting Blaine put with most of his weight as he stood up, perching on his smaller boyfriend almost immediately. Because yeah, it didn't hurt that bad, but he liked it when Blaine took care of him like that.

"Let's get you to our room and put some clothes on you" Blaine suggested, and Sam was about to argue when he felt Blaine's naked body brushing with his own all the way through their apartment, but he didn't think making advances towards his hot boyfriend in their current situation would be a well received move.

"Maybe we should cancel the dinner with Tina and Mike" Blaine suggested once he deposited Sam on the bed and got clothes for the both of them out of the closet.

Yes! That was it, the perfect plan just appearing out of nowhere right in front of him! If he could manage the perfect balance between looking hurt enough to skip the dinner but not hurt enough so as to need a doctor, he was sure he could have the perfect sofa night he had pictured in his head for him and his dreamy boyfriend!

"No, B, I know how much you were looking forward to have dinner with them" Sam answered, shaking his head with a sigh so he would look like a martyr doing a big sacrifice.

"Yeah, but if you are in so much pain…" his boyfriend answered because well, that was Blaine, kindhearted and completely oblivious.

"I will do it for you, babe, even if I have to take it a little slow" Sam assured him, trying not to let a reveling smile break on his lips.

"Alright, if you're sure" Blaine answered with a shrug of shoulders, and luckily for Sam he was turning back to the closet to get more appropriate clothes for an evening out so he couldn't see the terror on the blond's face.

"Although it really hurts" Sam decided to change his strategy, bringing a hand to his lower back with an exaggerated grunt. "I don't want to spoil the dinner for all of you, maybe we could just postpone it for the weekend"

"I think that's a good idea, love" Blaine immediately agreed, before walking to the bed to put an arm around Sam's neck and kiss the top of his head. "I'll text them right away to let them know. Are you sure we don't need to go to the hospital?"

"Let's just make a deal: let's see how I do through the night and if it still hurts by morning, I'll let you take me to the hospital. Okay?" Sam assured him, wanting to put his mind at ease because, yeah, he needed Blaine to believe he was hurting, but he didn't want to make him worry excessively or feel too bad with himself.

"Ok, but I'm holding you to that promise" Blaine answered in a soft voice that didn't belie how serious he was with his threat. "Now, do you need help getting dressed?"

"I think so, I don't think I should be moving too much" Sam answered, trying to sound reasonable, and Blaine once again fell in the trap with the softest of smiles.

Sam convinced Blaine he didn't need to stay in bed and that he could get comfortable enough on the sofa, as long as he didn't overdo it. Of course Blaine wasn't going to let him, and offered to cook something, but Sam persuaded him just to order some take away and cuddle with him. It was one thing to slightly modify reality –not lie, Sam didn't lie– to escape dinner, and another one using Blaine as his personal slave, which he wasn't going to do. Too much.

Sam also convinced to leave the washing up for the next day for once and sit with him to watch some of that bad telly they loved so much –or Sam did, but Blaine would never deny him anything–. So after making sure Sam was comfortable enough and yes, some yogurt would be nice and no, he didn't need anything else, Blaine finally relented and sat at his side. Sam quickly engulfed him in a side-embrace and brought Blaine impossibly close to him until he was curling to his side with a satisfied sigh.

"I'm sorry I punched you" Blaine apologized after a minute, depositing a sweet kiss in Sam's cheek.

"I'm sorry I crept up on you" Sam apologized back, completely honest that time, as his arm tightened his grip around Blaine's upper body in a reassuring squeeze.

They shared a loving smile and continued watching TV, comfortable with their familiar routine. And, as Sam suspected, it wasn't long before a sudden weight on his shoulder and a light breathing near his ear indicated that Blaine had fallen asleep on him, as he did most nights.

Sam brought his hand to the back of Blaine's head to caress the curls lying there and was only slightly surprised at how soft Blaine's hair was without any product he had neglected to apply after his shower in his rush to take care of Sam. Sam smiled fondly as he also noticed the apparently huge sweatshirt in which Blaine seemed to have gotten lost, as he had clearly dressed in the first clothes he had found, obviously Sam's. But all of those only reinforced how adorable, especial and incredibly kindhearted his boyfriend was. And Sam only felt like squeezing him strongly to his chest and showering him with kisses until he could take it no more.

But he didn't; he let him sleep, like he always did, and contented himself with kissing the top of his head every now and then as his hand lovingly rubbed Blaine's forearm, lying on Sam's chest, trying to compensate all the cares Blaine had given him that night.

Knowing he had fooled his boyfriend like that, Sam felt momentarily guilty because yeah, Blaine was so smart, but he was also quite gullible and Sam knew that small fact and had taken advantage of it. But when Blaine's face fell a bit deeper into the curve on Sam's neck, and his breath tickled the blond's skin in the most wonderful and intimate of ways, he quickly forgot about his guilt and smiled goofily because yeah, he was indeed a lucky man and that was his favorite way to spend an evening.