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Blaine's POV
When Blaine had awoken the next day, after Christmas he had gotten the absolute fright of his life when he saw it was Sam's image in the mirror instead of his. It had scared him so much that he had even hit a higher note than Rachel Berry ever could. He jumped when his phone rang but didn't hesitate to pick it up.
"Uh… Blaine, I think we have a problem."
The person on the other end voice sounded like his but he was relieved when he found out it was Sam and the same thing had happened to him. Sam had woken up in his body. They agreed to meet at Blaine's house and Blaine hung the phone and waited patiently in his living room.
Shortly, Blaine heard a knock on his door and he quickly got up from the couch and hurriedly ran towards the door to answer it. He hoped it was Sam and not someone else let's say… his parents! Frankly, he wouldn't know how to get out of that situation. To his alleviation, it was Sam, or should he say him, standing at the door.
Wow, was he that short? Blaine then let him in and closed the door behind him.
"Please tell me you know what's going on because right now, I'm freaking out." Blaine rested both his hands on Sam's (His?) shoulders to try calming him down.
"Look Sam I know you're freaking out…I'm freaking out too," and he was. Even though, externally he seemed as calm as a bird. "However, I think we just need to both calm down and find out the reason why this happened."
"I'll tell you what happened!" Sam explained. "God did this!"
Blaine raised his eyebrows slightly amused, "God?"
"Yes… God."
Blaine tried his best to stop a titter from escaping his lips because this was serious and they shouldn't be making jokes. "Sam," he began before Sam cut him off.
"No listen. Okay … so yesterday I was kinda having a crappy Christmas and I sort of wished what it would be like to be you …and I guess God felt bad for me and decided to cut me some slack, so this whole body swap thing that is happening right now is most likely my fault."
Sam was having a crappy Christmas too? It wasn't just him. Come to think of it, he had made a similar wish too when he wondered how it would be like to be Sam. But this was ridiculous. Of course God or whoever couldn't have done this. If God was the reason for this whole mess he would be wishing for a whole bunch of things in his life.
Blaine refrained from rolling his eyes at him and instead chose to fold his arms. "Sam I'm pretty sure God didn't do this."
"Well I hope you have a better explanation for this, Sherlock Holmes, because I really would like to know what you think." He sounded annoyed.
"I can't figure it out right now. It's all still confusing to me. This may all possibly be something temporary and everything would go back to normal. I just expect it to be sooner rather than later," he said as he made his way into the living room, Sam not being far behind him and they both sat on his couch.
"Before coming here I kind of snuck out of my house without my parents knowing. I'm pretty sure they're probably wondering where I am," Sam announced with a smirk on his face.
Blaine rested his elbows on his knees as he contemplated what they should do. He sighed in frustration and then shrugged. "I guess we just have to pretend to be each other until this whole mess gets cleared up."
Blaine watched as Sam grinned from ear to ear. "So you mean I get to be you like I get to stay at your place and you get to stay at mine?"
"Uh…"
Shoot! If Sam stayed at his place then he would find out how often his parents weren't around and would start asking questions and then he would find out Blaine spent Christmas alone and Blaine knew Sam would be upset that he didn't tell him; so he had to think of something to prevent Sam from finding out. "No - no I think us sticking together is the best. I mean if we stick together it would limit the chances of anyone finding out. With that being said, I think we should stay at your place."
"Won't your parents mind?"
Blaine snorted internally, yeah like his parents care if he isn't around. They always weren't.
"No…I'm sure they'd be okay if I stay a few days at your place." Blaine said "Would your parents mind?" He knew Sam's parents were very welcoming people but he would still feel like he would be intruding.
"Blaine you know my parents love you." Sam said with a smile "Besides, I don't think it matters though. To them you're me."
Oh yeah. How could he forget? "Okay before we go to your place let me pack a few things for you to wear since your clothes are kind of big on you…or should I say me. God this is confusing."
Sam laughed.
Blaine then got up from the couch and made his way out of the living room but stopped mid way and turned back around to Sam who was still sitting on the couch.
"Another thing I'll like to mention is that I would also be packing my hair gel for you to use on my hair."
"But I like my hair all curly like this." Sam started running his hand on his hair feeling the curls.
"Well I can't let people see my hair all curly like that," he said, folding his arms to let Sam know he was being serious, "they would laugh."
Sam rolled his eyes. "No they won't."
"Yes…they would. Can you please just do this for me Sam…Please?"
Sam sighed and raised his hands up to show his defeat. "Fine, I'll use your stupid hair gel… but not a lot though. I don't want my head feeling like a helmet and don't think for a second about using any of that gel on my hair."
"Ha-ha …very funny," Blaine uttered sarcastically and went upstairs to his room to pack his clothes, hair gel and other things he might need before heading to Sam's place.
Sam's POV
"Sam? Where on earth have you been? "His mother demanded when they walked into the dining room where his family was now eating dinner, "I've been knocking on your door but you haven't answered."
The question was directed to Blaine who in Mary's eyes was her son.
"I-I," Blaine stammered. He looked baffled and was most likely trying to find the right words to say to his mother who was still waiting for a response.
"He was at my house," Sam said coming to Blaine's rescue and gaining his mother's attention who didn't notice his presence until he spoke. "I'm sorry mo-I mean Mrs. Evans."
"Oh Blaine …I didn't know you were here," she said, flashing him a smile and forgetting all about Sam's punishment, "and it's Mary sweetie. Would you care to join us for dinner? We're having large fried ham slice with macaroni and cheese side."
"I have always enjoyed your cooking Mrs. Evans and thank you so much for letting me be a part of this wonderful event," Sam said mimicking Blaine's behavior. He missed the eye roll Blaine had sent him.
Mary blushed at Sam's flattery "Well I always enjoy your company. Come and take seat boys while I go and get a plate for you from the kitchen."
Blaine and Sam sat patiently next to each other at the diner's table while Mary got their dinner.
"So Blaine… how was your Christmas?" his father asked as he took a bite of his meal.
"It was alright," he replied. It was best to just answer the question with a simple answer since he didn't know how Blaine spent his Christmas. Well he would have asked him if he didn't all of a sudden wake up as Blaine. His mother then returned from this kitchen with two plates of food in both hands and placed them in front of him and Blaine.
"There you go boys. Enjoy."
Sam stomach immediately grumbled and he suddenly remembered he had eaten nothing at all today. Questioning faces turned at him and he laughed it off as nothing. He grabbed his fork and started swallowing down food while next to him, Blaine took his time slicing and picking up his food with his fork showing off his table manners. Sam, again, missed the amused looks on his parent's faces as they watch the odd display in front of them.
"Sammie, after dinner, will you play Pokémon with me?" Stevie inquired Blaine.
"Yeah…sure… after dinner," Blaine agreed.
"No Sam you can't," his mother said.
He can't.
"I can't?"
"Don't you remember it's your turn to wash the dishes? I'm sorry but play time with Stevie would have to wait 'till you finish those dishes in the kitchen."
Fuck. He'd totally forget about washing the dishes. He couldn't let Blaine wash the dishes though. It's his responsibility, not Blaine's. He would feel bad if Blaine ended up cleaning the dishes and not him.
"No I can do the dishes. Bl-Sam can play with Stevie."
"Don't be silly Blaine. You're our guest. It's very okay that Sam washes the dishes."
"Bu-"
"It's okay Blaine…I'll do the dishes." Blaine said interrupting him from protesting any further. "I'm sorry Stevie but play time would have to wait till I finish the dishes."
Stevie nodded even though it was clear to Sam that Stevie was disappointed he had to play Pokémon alone. Ugh why did it have to be his turn to wash the dishes?
After a day spent with Sam helping Blaine with the dishes and playing with Stevie and Stacey together it was finally time to go to sleep and since neither boy wouldn't let the other sleep on the couch nor on the floor and they have both come to an agreement to share the bed. They both took a side with Sam sleeping on the left side of the bed while Blaine slept on the right.
As they both lay on the bed Sam turned his head towards Blaine and although it was dark he can tell Blaine was still awake.
"Blaine?" he whispered.
"Hmm."
"I'm feeling cold."
Blaine chuckled. "You're just saying that to get me to cuddle you."
"Pleeeeeease," he begged.
Blaine then turned his head to him, "Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Go to sleep."
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