Summary: Sam might have appendicitis, but the doctors are not taking care of him as they should and Blaine is going to get VERY angry.
A/N: This is based on something that was mentioned on chapter 11 of "A race full of obstaces". In case you don't remember:
"And I remember quite clearly who was there with me all the time when I got my appendicitis. Hey, wasn't it you yelling at that doctor in the emergency room to take a better look at me, that I was in too much pain just to be a gastroenteritis?" Sam remembered with a fond chuckle. He thought it was funny now, but he remembered how scary Blaine had sounded that time as he yelled at the doctor to take care of his boyfriend.
"They wanted to send you home writhing in pain!" Blaine protested, failing to see the fun part of Sam's suffering.
So it's supposed to happen only a few months after Blaine and Sam got together, before Blaine finished his last year at NYADA. Hope you enjoy it!
CHAPTER 3: APPENDICITIS
Sam felt the pain before he even opened his eyes, a dull ache on his belly that was making him slightly nauseous. Great, he knew he shouldn't have had that third helping of Blaine's famous and delicious lasagna last night –but what could he do, it was so delicious… and Blaine always got that beautiful smile on his face when he saw Sam enjoying his cooking so much…–, and that slice of chocolate cake after that. Then he might not be facing a nice day of indigestion.
Bringing his hand to his abdomen in a stupid attempt of taking the pain away from it, he grunted before he could stop himself. And of course that was enough to get Blaine into full alert, as he had probably been already awake for some time, as usual.
"Hey, you okay?" Blaine asked when he immediately lifted his upper body so he could look at Sam, not even trying to hide his worry at the blond's unusual complaint.
"Yeah, I'm okay" Sam replied with a reassuring smile, hating when Blaine got that ugly frown on his forehead even if it warmed his heart to no extent to know how much the shorter boy loved him and worried about him. "I just need a kiss"
"Ok" Blaine complied with a smile as he covered the short distance separating their lips.
"Don't you look pretty in the morning?"
"And don't you look as if you were trying to distract me?"
"Gosh, you can't take a compliment" Sam joked, even if he knew there was no way Blaine was going to let it go.
"Sammy…" Blaine said in a warning tone.
"I just have a bit of a stomach ache" Sam finally had to admit.
"Aw, my poor thing, come here" Blaine said while rushing to nestle to Sam's side, resting his head on Sam's shoulder, while his hand moved to gently massage the blond's abdomen in a joking gesture until it stopped abruptly. "Sam, your abdomen is kind of rigid"
"I'm glad my abs are still rock-hard and you can appreciate them" Sam joked, resting a kiss on Blaine's forehead to distract him from his worrying, but he should have known better.
"Sam, I'm serious" Blaine replied, with no hint of joking in his voice, while he sat up on the bed for a better inspection and felt Sam's abdomen with both his hands. "Does it hurt if I press here?"
"Ouch!" Sam complained before he could stop himself, even if he tried to recover quickly so Blaine wouldn't notice. "Of course it hurts, you are digging your fingers into me!"
"Sam, I'm not kidding, you might have appendicitis" Blaine said, his face full of worry.
"What? Come on, B, I just have a bit of pain on my belly, let's not be dramatic" Sam immediately tried to defuse the situation, because Blaine was clearly exaggerating, wasn't he?
"Ok, let's not be dramatic, but let's be sensible: maybe we should visit the ER" Blaine tentatively suggested, knowing how much Sam hated doctors, but he really had a bad feeling in his guts and he wanted to make sure everything was alright.
"Yeah, right" Sam sarcastically answered, abruptly sitting up so Blaine would see how alright he was, though he couldn't help but wince at the sharp pain the abrupt movement caused in his abdomen.
"Ok, that's it, we're going to the hospital" Blaine sentenced, his voice a mixture of authority and fear as he stood up in a jump and practically ran to the wardrobe to get some clothes ready for the both of them.
"Blaine" Sam said in a reassuring tone, the pain becoming more bearable as he stood up to walk to Blaine and pick his hands in his to calm him down –because even if he looked composed and confident, Sam knew him way better than that and he knew he was quite upset. "I'm alright. It's just a bit of stomach ache, maybe gastroenteritis, but nothing else"
"I don't know…" Blaine hesitated with a sigh, and only Sam's warm hand cupping his cheek was able to stop his heart from racing so fast.
"Well, I do" Sam assured him before placing a grateful kiss on his cheek. "And besides, the auditions for the closing show of the year at NYADA are today, aren't they? You don't want to miss them"
"I don't care, you're more important"
"And you're a sweetheart. But it's a very big opportunity, a lot of Broadway talent scouts will be on that show, and you have to make it in it, you told me so yourself"
"I know, but…"
"But nothing" Sam interrupted him with a gentle finger to his lips. "You go and kill your audition, love, and I will take it easy today, I promise. I'll be alright"
"But…" Blaine to protest again, but this time Sam didn't even let him.
"Go!" Sam ordered, jokingly pushing him away with a laugh.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, still unsure.
"Positive" Sam reassured him.
"Ok" Blaine answered with a sigh, which told Sam how little convinced he really was.
Sam hadn't been lying when he told Blaine he intended to take it easy today, so he didn't even bother to get dressed yet because he would probably go to work later than usual, once his stomach settled down a bit. Wanting to erase the worried frown on Blaine's brow, he made coffee for him and waited for him to finish getting dressed in the kitchen.
"Do you want something to eat?" Sam offered when Blaine finally made it on the kitchen, all ready to go, and sat down in front of him, even if he knew Blaine like the back of his hand and could already guess the answer.
"No, I'm too nervous to eat" Blaine admitted, which elicited a fond smile on his boyfriend: Blaine really didn't know how talented he was, did he?
"You're going to blow it, as you always do" Sam reassured him, covering Blaine's hand with his own across the table. "And now come on, have your coffee and get going, we don't want you to be late"
"You're right" Blaine answered, standing up after taking a last sip of his coffee.
Sam watched him as he got ready to go, grabbing the thin jacket hanging from the rack, the keys and his shoulder bag, but when he was ready to go, instead of walking to the door, he stood rooted to the place and stared intently at Sam.
"What?" Sam asked in surprise, aware of the scrutiny his boyfriend was subjecting him to.
"I don't want to leave you alone like this, I have a bad feeling" Blaine whined, and he was so adorable that Sam could only chuckle at him.
"Gosh, I love you so much" Sam said as he grabbed Blaine around the waist and pulled of him until he made him sit on his lap. "But stop worrying, I'll be okay"
"You don't know that" Blaine answered, and he looked so serious as he played with the hair on Sam's forehead that the blond didn't have the heart to contradict him –and changed strategies instead.
"Ok, you might be right, so let's make a deal: if I start feeling worse I'll call you right away, ok?"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"I'll have my phone with me all day" Blaine assured him, finally letting himself be convinced because he knew how stubborn his boyfriend could be.
"Then you don't have anything to worry about" Sam answered with a quick but grateful kiss to Blaine's pouting lips.
"I love you" Blaine reminded, tenderly tucking a stray lock of hair behind the blond's ear.
"I love you more" Sam predictably answered with a chuckle.
"No way" Blaine protested in their usual banter.
"Now go!" Sam said with a slap to Blaine's rear that made him laugh and jump from his lap. "You're going to be late at this rate"
"Ok, ok, I'm going" Blaine chuckled with a final kiss to Sam's cheek before finally walking to the door.
"And blow their frigging minds!" Sam practically shouted at his back.
"I will!" Blaine promised before disappearing behind the front door of their apartment.
As soon as Blaine was not there to see it, Sam's pretence that he was alright disappeared and was replaced by a grimace on his face as his hand move to cover his painful abdomen. Gosh, that stomach bug was going to be a bad one, judging by the pain it was causing. Not feeling able to get anything into his stomach, and remembering his promise to Blaine to take it easy, he decided to call his boss and tell him he was not going to make it that day. After all, he felt so bad he doubted he was going to be of much use when he could hardly stand or sit –laying down was the only position he could stand.
As he made his way back towards the bed, and after a particularly painful stab on his right side, he contemplated calling Blaine and ask him to go back so he could take him to the hospital, just to make sure it was nothing serious. But no, come on, he couldn't be so selfish: Blaine needed to be in that audition. It was his last year at NYADA, and Sam knew he was the best student in the whole school, there was no way he wasn't going to be in the final show. Especially considering how usually some Broadway producers and talent scouts came to it, looking for new faces to their own shows. And that could mean everything to Blaine's future in Broadway.
So yeah, there was no way Sam was going to deprive him of that. And if he had to endure the pain for a couple of hours… so be it.
Blaine looked at his watch and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time: auditions should have started hours ago, if it hadn't been for some technical problem with the damned audio system that they were trying to fix. And he shouldn't be there: he should be at home, with Sam, convincing him that he needed to have his pain checked. He had texted him twice already, and on neither one of the occasions he had gotten any answer, which probably meant that Sam was better and had gone to work or he was just sleeping. But Blaine couldn't be sure, and that thought was killing him.
Even if the list of aspirants was ordered alphabetically –and he, with his last name being Anderson, was lucky enough to be one of the first to audition–, Blaine contemplated just leaving the place already and forgetting about the audition. Sam was much more important, after all. And he was so worried about him that he doubted he was going to do a good performance anyway. It was a pity, though, because he had worked so hard for that… He just hoped his grades wouldn't be affected by the fact that he would look so careless and unprofessional to miss what could almost be considered a mandatory audition.
He was already collecting his things, that had been left forgotten on the seat next to his in that cold auditorium, to leave when the dean of vocal performance and song interpretation of NYADA, Madame Tibideaux, appeared at the empty stage an announced that the problem had been solved and that they would be starting the auditions in just a few minutes.
Great, now he couldn't go, right? With a bit of luck, they would start immediately and things would go quickly until it was his turn. After that, he would leave, even if he would have loved to see the rest of the auditions: he could always check the board the day after that to see if he had been chosen –even if that would make sleeping quite difficult that night!
The first person was called on stage when Blaine's phone started ringing –though fortunately for everyone, it was on vibration–. Blaine was about to ignore it when he remembered it could very well be Sam asking for his help, so he hurried to take it off his bag. His heart did at somersault when he saw that it was, indeed, his boyfriend, so he stood up as silently as possible and ran his way out of the auditorium so they could talk without disturbing anyone.
"Hello?" Blaine answered, almost as a question, his heart in his throat as he waited for an answer.
"Is it a bad moment?" sweet Sam asked immediately, obviously worried about causing any trouble –which only helped to worry Blaine even more, because he knew Sam would have never called in such circumstances if it wasn't really important.
"No, of course not, tell me" Blaine lied, anxious to hear what Sam had to say.
"Ok, don't get scared or anything" Sam started, eliciting for Blaine to do exactly that, even more than before, "but I think that I took a turn for the worse"
That was saying something, Sam thought to himself. He had hung on as much as he could, to give Blaine time to do his audition, but the pain had began increasingly intensifying in the last couple of hours and now it was next to unbearable. And he had promised Blaine he would call him if he got any worse anyway, right?
"What's wrong?" he was taken out from his reverie by the very alarmed voice of his boyfriend –and yeah, wasn't he doing a great job at keeping him from getting too worked up?
"You were right" Sam was forced to admit. "I feel so much worse and the pain on my abdomen is much more intense"
"I think it could really be appendicitis, honey" Blaine answered, doing a very big effort to stay calm for his boyfriend's sake. "You should have it checked as soon as possible, just to be safe"
"Yeah, I think so" Sam surrendered with a sad sigh –he couldn't help it, he hated doctors! "Will you come with me?"
"Sure, honey. Are you at work?"
"No, I stayed home"
"Then why don't I call you a cab so you get going to the hospital and I'll meet you there as soon as I can?" Blaine suggested, taking a peck behind the auditorium's door to see that the auditions had finally started –maybe it wouldn't be too long before it was his turn?
"Can't you pick me up? I'd rather you went with me" Sam, surprisingly, implored, even if he normally would try to diminish the importance of any ailment so Blaine wouldn't worry.
Which made Blaine see how scared or worried Sam really was, and how awful he must be feeling, so he didn't hesitate to make a decision.
"Of course, Sammy, of course I'll take you to the ER immediately" Blaine assured him in a comforting voice as he forgot about his audition and started walking towards the front door of the school. "I'll take a cab and be there in just a few minutes"
"But you already auditioned, right?" Sam asked in a worried tone, and Blaine thought he couldn't possibly love him more for worrying about something so banal when he felt so terribly bad. "I can wait a bit more if you aren't finished"
"No, no, I already finished" Blaine lied, knowing it was the quickest and more efficient way to convince Sam not to worry. "I'm on my way"
"But..." Sam tried to protest, probably sensing he was not being honest.
"But nothing" Blaine immediately stopped him, hailing a cab that was fortunately passing by the entrance. "Nothing is more important than you, love"
"Thank you, babe. I love you"
"I love you too. I'll be there in like ten minutes, just hang on"
"Ok" Sam pitifully answered before the line went dead.
Blaine reminded himself to breathe after telling the driver their address so he could pick Sam up and take him to the hospital. He tried to convince himself that, even if he was right and it was a case of appendicitis, it didn't have to be that serious, that doctors made that kind of surgery hundreds of time every week and they were more than used to it. Nothing had to happen. But he couldn't help it: he couldn't stand the thought of Sam not feeling well.
Fortunately the taxi driver seemed to notice his state and made record time to his apartment, and Blaine was surprised to see Sam waiting at the door of the building, doubled over in pain and looking worse for the wear. His heart breaking at the obvious discomfort of his boyfriend, Blaine asked the driver to wait for them and jumped from the car to help Sam.
"Sam!" he exclaimed as he ran to him. "Why didn't you wait for me upstairs?"
"Because I couldn't possibly stay still any longer" Sam replied in just a thread of a voice.
"You don't look too good" Blaine lamented with a gentle caress to Sam's cheek.
"I don't feel too good" Sam admitted, which was an understatement, considering he looked horrible, but he never complained, did he? "I packed some things in case I need to stay at the hospital for a couple of days"
"You shouldn't have been doing that yourself" Blaine replied as he looked at the bag at Sam's feet, his voice full of guilt that he hadn't been there for his boyfriend when he so obviously needed him even if it had been that same boyfriend himself the one to force him to go. "I should have been here for you"
"Don't be silly, I didn't give you any option" Sam absolved him immediately, knowing how big Blaine's heart was –and how much he tended to blame himself for any reason. "And frankly, I didn't think I was going to get so bad"
"Well, let's not waste any more time" Blaine urged him as he picked the bag with one hand and put the other around Sam's waist to help him hold his weight.
Sam tried to hide how much he was really hurting as they walked the few steps towards the car, knowing Blaine was feeling guilty enough as it was, but the truth was he was feeling worse with every movement and in the end he couldn't help but to groan when he had to bend to get into the car.
"Come on, love" Blaine tenderly whispered as he helped him into the car.
And Sam wished he could tell him not to worry, that he would be alright, that he shouldn't feel guilty, that he loved him for taking such good care of him… but he was making such an effort not to make any other sign of discomfort that he didn't want to risk separating his lips.
But of course Blaine didn't need any words to notice his pain and his discomfort.
"You're shivering" Blaine lamented once he was sitting at his side, putting his arm around Sam's upper body to bring him to his chest for comfort and support.
"I'm cold" Sam confessed as he snuggled more closely to Blaine's warm and reassuring body.
Blaine started rubbing on Sam's arm to try and bring some warmth into him, and his lips moved to the blond's forehead so he could check on his temperature.
"I think you're running a fever" Blaine announced with a sigh, more and more worried by the minute even if he was trying to hide it on Sam's benefit.
"Just hold me and I'll be okay" Sam pleaded, snuggling more closely to Blaine's chest.
And nothing could have scared Blaine more than Sam not even trying to hide how bad he was feeling, as he usually did when he was feeling poorly, and showing him how much he was in need of Blaine's protection.
"Sure, honey" Blaine promised as he reinforced the embrace he was keeping on him and rested his head on top of Sam's.
The trip felt like it would never end, and Blaine had to remind himself to breathe when he noticed a cold sweat breaking on Sam's skin, probably because of the fever or because how much the movement was making his pain grow and he hard he was trying to avoid protesting so as not worry Blaine even more.
Blaine paid the driver as quick as he could once they reached the entrance of the hospital and then ran to the other side of the car so he could help his boyfriend out.
"I think I'm going to be sick" Sam barely had the time to warn him before he doubled over and threw out just next to the car he had just vacated while Blaine comfortingly rubbed his back.
"Come on, honey" Blaine encouraged him to take the few steps separating them from the door once he finished retching, his arms firmly holding the taller boy. "Let's get you some help"
Blaine lead his boyfriend to the waiting room and made him sit, knowing how standing up was making the pain even worse, and placed the nearest bin next to his feet in case he needed to vomit again. He again checked his temperature, with a hand to Sam's clammy forehead, and shook his head in frustration before reassuringly removing some locks that were falling in the blond's face.
"I'm going to speak to the admission lady, I'll be back in a second" Blaine announced, lovingly caressing Sam's cheek when he noticed the latter had his eyes closed in an attempt of keeping the pain at bay.
"Don't be long" Sam pleaded, and Blaine's heart broke at how scared Sam looked at being alone in his vulnerable state –and Blaine didn't remember having ever seen Sam scared, and that thought terrified him to the core.
"I'll be quick" Blaine promised with a kiss to the top of his head, not wanting to deny him of his presence if it could be of any reassurance to his loved one.
Blaine practically ran the small distance to the admittance window and gulped down the knot he could feel forming in his throat at his beloved's suffering. He just hoped they would be able to do something for him soon, because he couldn't stand seeing him like that.
"Hello" he said in a kind but urgent tone to get the attention of the woman at the window.
"What's your ailment?" she answered kind of rudely, not even bothering to lift her eyes from some papers to look back at Blaine, even if the latter decided to ignore it for the time being.
"It's not for me, it's my boyfriend. He has severe pain in his abdomen and it's quite rigid. He vomited and he's also running a fever, I'm afraid it might appendicitis or…"
"A doctor will have to diagnose that" the woman brusquely cut him off, and Blaine closed his mouth in surprise for a second.
Of course it was Sam's safety which was at stake, so he found his voice again in no time.
"Of course" he politely agreed, not wanting to lose any precious time in arguing with that awful woman. "So can we have him checked, please? He's in a lot of pain"
"Just as everyone else" she answered in a tone that belied how little she cared about it, as she handed Blaine some paper and an old pen. "Fill this and then wait in the waiting room until you're called"
"Thank you" Blaine sarcastically answered as he picked up the paper and made his way back to the waiting room.
His heart broke even more at the state he found his boyfriend, still doubled over in pain in his seat, resting the side of his body against the wall behind it with his face and neck covered in sweat, shaking quite perceptibly –whether it was from the fever or the pain, Blaine didn't honestly know–. Knowing he couldn't do much for him for the time being, Blaine rushed to give him the only thing he could: his company, which he knew would at least comfort Sam a bit.
"I'm here now, honey" Blaine said with a kiss to Sam's forehead before he sat at his side. "They will call us soon"
"Can you hold me?" Sam begged, so pitifully than it was all Blaine could do not to start crying right there and then.
"Sure, honey, let me fill this form first so they can call you as quick as possible and then I'm all yours, ok?"
"Ok" Sam nodded in understanding and closed his eyes again to wait until his boyfriend's comforting arms could hold him and make him feel better.
Blaine made a record time in filling the damned paper –and gosh, he was grateful he knew absolutely everything about his boyfriend to fill it so he didn't have to bother him with questions on top of everything–, gave it to the horrible woman at the admittance window and came back to him before he was even aware he had left.
"I'm all yours now, sweetie" Blaine tenderly said, and his butt hadn't even touched his seat yet that Sam had practically jumped on his arms even if his movements were slowed down by the pain.
And they stayed in that same position, with Sam snuggled on Blaine's chest as the latter never stopped caressing his messy hair in comforting patterns, for almost an hour in which no one came to get them, even if Blaine had gotten up to ask a couple of times. Blaine had been talking practically non-stop the entire time to keep Sam entertained and hopefully distract him a bit from the pain to the point his throat felt dry and itchy, but still didn't stop, knowing Sam usually found his soft voice familiar and comforting, even if he was hardly participating in the conversation.
"Damn it, Blaine, I can't stand it anymore" Sam complained all of a sudden before reaching for the garbage can Blaine had set at his feet and emptied the last remains of his stomach.
And Blaine doubted he had ever felt angrier than he did at the moment, having to see his boyfriend suffer unnecessarily like that, so he gently patted Sam's back until he stopped retching and then jumped from his seat and ran to the window again.
"Excuse me, we've been here for over an hour and we haven't even been called yet" he loudly protested, having had enough of being polite and gentle, when he had probably been ignored for that same reason.
"Sir, I told you that you…" the woman tried to patronize him again, but this time Blaine wasn't going to fall for it.
"My boyfriend is writhing in pain, you know?" Blaine interrupted her, not willing to back down this time. "I don't want to be a bother, but he is having a really bad time and we've been waiting long enough"
"Listen to me, young man…" the woman tried to say, but she hadn't tasted Blaine's wrath yet.
"Don't young man me!" he protested, livid with anger as he pointed a finger at her face. "And you listen to me now, you are going to get us to a doctor right now or I will make sure everyone knows how you people treat your patients in this damned hospital!"
"Ok, sir, there's no need to make a scene" she answered, trying to placate him now that she had seen he was not the submissive, well-mannered young man she had believed him to be. "I'll see what I can do"
"That's all I'm asking" Blaine answered, breathing deeply to try and calm himself as he watched that hideous woman disappearing behind a door, which he hoped meant she was really trying to get someone to see them.
Blaine turned to the sitting area again and instinctively put his arms around his boyfriend to hold him against him again as he sat at his side.
"Where did you go?" Sam asked, letting himself be completely engulfed in Blaine's arms.
"I was just asking them how long until the doctor sees you" Blaine answered, half lying because Sam didn't need to know about his row with the admittance lady, because the last thing he needed was to worry about anything else.
"And why did they say?"
"Any minute now" Blaine answered with a kiss to Sam's forehead that he hoped would placate him.
And it was only a couple of minutes later when the name Sam Evans sounded on the PA system of the place and Blaine carefully helped his boyfriend to his feet and held half his weight with an arm around his waist as they made their way through the door in question.
There, waiting for them behind a table, was a middle-age man who didn't look too friendly –the admittance lady had probably warned him about him after all–, but Blaine hoped he would be a professional and wouldn't let that information affect the way he was going to treat his patience. Otherwise Blaine wouldn't hesitate to get angry again if he had to, he was more than willing to do it even if he hated it.
"Good morning" the doctor said with false politeness. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I woke up with a dull pain on my abdomen that has been increasing for the past few hours" Sam explained, muttering while greeting his teeth in an attempt of keeping the pain at bay.
"He's in a lot of pain now and he's running a fever" Blaine added, not wanting for his boyfriend to play down the importance of it, as he usually did. "Oh, and his abdomen is very rigid and he's vomited twice"
"That sounds like a bad case of gastroenteritis" the doctor sentenced without even taking a closer look at his patience, while he got his prescription pat. "There is quite an epidemic of it this year, so you will have to…"
"No" Blaine contradicted him with a humorless laugh. "No way"
"No what?" the doctor asked in surprise.
"You're not going to dismiss him without even looking at him" Blaine angrily reproached him, even if he was aware of how Sam was looking at him in surprise –as normally it was very difficult to rile him up.
"I don't need to, I tell you it's gastroenteritis" the doctor insisted.
"And I tell you it's not" Blaine answered, not willing to back down in something so important, even ignoring Sam's hand on his arm that was silently asking him to calm down. "Can't you see him? He can't even straighten up because of how much he is hurting!"
"That's a symptom of gastroenteritis, you know? Not everybody has the same tolerance to pain"
"If you're implying he is just being a whiner just so you won't have to do your job so help me. I'm afraid he might have appendicitis, and I need you to check him for that"
"I'm not going to waste some valuable time and resources on checking a patient who has already being diagnosed just because you say so"
"You're going to check him, and you're going to do it now unless you really want to see me angry" Blaine spat, though to Sam he looked already quite furious –something which he didn't get to see often and felt so strange.
"Is that a threat?" the doctor replied, disbelieving, obviously not used to people being contrary to him.
"If you need it to be…" Blaine answered, so angry he could feel himself shaking even if he was trying not to show it in his voice.
"Calm down, Blaine" Sam tried, once again, to calm his boyfriend down through a gentle hand on his forearm, but Blaine was too beside himself by then.
"No, I won't calm down, Sam" Blaine retorted, even though he softened his tone considerably to speak to his boyfriend as it was not him he was angry at. "I've seen you go to work with a 104º fever or not realize you had a broken finger until it turned completely purple, so if you say it hurts, I know it really does, and I'm not going to let them discharge you as if you didn't matter when I positively know you're sicker than they say"
"Oh, so you're a doctor now?" the doctor interrupted, clearly not willing to let a kid question him like that.
"No, I'm not, but I know him much better than you do and I'm telling you he might have appendicitis and you're going to check him just in case"
"I already made my diagnose, mister"
"And you would take the risk of sending someone with an appendicitis home just because of your stupid pride?" Blaine asked, hardly able to believe what he was hearing.
"Don't insult me!" the doctor protested, even rising from his chair to look more threatening.
"Then do your fucking job!" Blaine yelled back, also standing up, because if that man thought he was going to scare him…
"B, come on…" Sam implored from his seat, pulling on Blaine's arm, more than a little upset at having to see his normally sweet and even-tempered boyfriend like that, even if he knew it was only for him.
"Look, mister…" the doctor said, realizing he didn't know the boy's name, trying to keep the situation from escalating even more.
"Anderson" Blaine answered, suddenly an idea appearing in his mind at the mention of his last name. "Like in Anderson laboratories. Maybe you've heard about my father?"
"Your father is Donald Anderson? From Anderson laboratories?" the doctor asked, unbelieving.
"Yeah, that's him, the owner of one of the most important companies in the pharmaceutical industry, isn't it?" Blaine continued, being glad of being the son of the great Donald Anderson for probably the first time in his life, even if he knew he was shooting a line since he hadn't talked to him in years. "Well, I could call him right away and inform him about how you've been treating his son's partner. I mean, he is a personal friend of the hospital director, I'm sure he would love to have a nice conversation with him about how some of his employees treat their patients"
"There will be no need for that, mister Anderson, I'm sure we can reach an agreement" the doctor answered, his tone completely different than a moment before.
"Oh, can we?" Blaine sarcastically replied.
"We can make a CT scan, just to make sure there aren't any complications. We don't want to risk it, do we?"
"No, we surely don't"
"Just wait a second here, I'll make sure they call you as soon as possible" the doctor suggested, hurrying his way out of the room to make sure that young man wouldn't get angry again.
Blaine sighed at the doctor's departure, half in relief, half in exhaustion, before he turned to sit again and grabbed Sam's hand in his.
"How are you, honey?" Blaine asked, his voice back to that sweet and familiar tone Sam loved so much.
"I'm holding on, don't worry" he answered, only wanting to reassure Blaine so he wouldn't lose his mind again. "Is your father really a friend of the hospital director?"
"I've got no idea, I don't know if he even knows him" Blaine confessed in a whisper. "Isn't it pathetic that we had to come to that point?"
Sam only had time to caress Blaine's cheek in reassurance and gratitude for a moment before the doctor was back with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.
"If you would be so kind as to sit here, Mr. Evans, we'll take you to the scan room immediately" the doctor said while pointing at the chair, all kindness and fake warmth now, that only made Blaine snort even if he refrained from saying anything.
Instead he moved to help Sam stand, knowing how his boyfriend could hardly move on his own, and then half carried him to the chair. He was going to follow them, though, when the orderly stopped him.
"You will have to wait on the waiting room, sir"
Blaine sighed, knowing no protests were going to help him this time as it was the normal procedure not to let anyone in while tests were taken, and bent down to kiss Sam's lips.
"I will be waiting just outside, honey" Blaine said with a reassuring caress to Sam's cheek because, even if the blond hadn't said anything, he knew him better than he knew himself and knew that Sam would be getting more nervous if Blaine wasn't at his side.
"I'll be okay" Sam promised, not wanting for his boyfriend to worry more than it was strictly necessary –he was going to do it enough as it was. "Call Tina or someone, I don't want you fretting alone out there"
"I will, don't worry" Blaine answered with a last kiss to Sam's lips and a squeeze to his hand before the orderly effectively separated them in the end, even if he couldn't stop Blaine from reminding Sam of the most important thing. "I love you"
"I love you too" Sam answered with a wink of his eyes before he disappeared behind the door.
Blaine felt empty for a moment, lost, as if he didn't know where to go or even what he wanted. He barely understood the doctor when he pointed at the waiting room in fake kindness, and he let his feet take control of the situation until he was effectively there. He let himself fall on one of the seats, suddenly exhausted, and it took him more than five minutes to remember his promise to Sam, so he took the phone out of his pocket and dialed the number of his favorite girl in the world, knowing she would leave whatever she might be doing behind as soon as he told her he needed her. She was reliable and sweet like that.
"Hello?" Tina asked after only a couple of rings, as she usually did when it came to Blaine.
"Hey, Tey Tey" Blaine simply said, but it was enough for the astute girl to notice his tone didn't sound happy at all.
"What's wrong, Blaineydays?" she asked in a hurry, as there was nothing she hated more than to see his beloved friend feeling any less than perfect.
"I'm at the hospital, Sam is not feeling that good" he answered with a sad sigh that immediately got the girl on alert.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He woke up to some pain in his abdomen, but he got so much worse after some hours so I took him to the ER. They're making some tests now, but I'm afraid it could be appendicitis"
"Oh, Blaineybear…" she lamented, quickly making a decision because she knew where she needed to be right then. "Mike doesn't have to work today, so we'll be there as quick as we can"
"No, Tina, there's no need to…" Blaine tried to protest, hating to cause any inconvenience when the only thing he had wanted was to talk to someone, but of course his friend didn't even want to hear about it.
"Blaine, we're coming, so save it" she sternly said before she softened her voice again. "We'll be there in no time, just hang on and give all our love to Sam"
"Ok, Tina, thank you so much" Blaine answered, not being able to hide how grateful he was that he was not going to have to wait alone in a situation like that. "I love you, Tey Tey"
"I love you too, Blainey" she answered before hanging up in a hurry, probably already yelling at Mike to get ready as she started doing a million things at a time.
Blaine was sure it was taking longer than usual. Ok, he didn't have much experience with CT scans, but he had been sitting on his own on the waiting room for more than half an hour and he still had to get any news from Sam. And yeah, he was happy they were giving him a full check-out this time –he was close enough to make a formal complaint as it was for the way they had treated them–, but all the waiting was only making him worry more.
He had been waiting to be called through the PA system, or even for Sam to be back to the waiting room himself, but what he surely was not expecting was for that horrible doctor to appear through the door with the guiltiest expression on his face and asking him to follow him.
Blaine jumped from his chair, his heart in his throat, and tried to remain calm as he followed the doctor, but the grave expression on the man's face was not making it any easier.
"Is there anything wrong?" Blaine was forced to ask when he noticed the doctor didn't know how to start.
"I'm afraid you were right, Mr. Anderson" the doctor pronounced the expected, yet scary, words. "It is appendicitis"
"So you're going to operate on him?" Blaine asked, trying to keep his composure even when the only thing he wanted was to cry.
"Yeah, right away. An orderly will take you to the waiting room in the surgery area, the surgeon will come to inform you as soon as she can" the doctor said in a rush, already turning around to leave, but Blaine forgot about his manners for once and grabbed his arm before he completely disappeared.
"But wait! Can I see him before you take him to the operating room?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Anderson" the doctor said in an understanding voice –if it was out of sympathy for him or he was just trying to make a good impression because of whose son Blaine was, he honestly didn't know. "He's already there and they're already getting him ready, his appendix was close to burst with all the unfortunate waiting and we couldn't spare a second longer"
"Oh" Blaine lamented, feeling even worse than before knowing he couldn't even reassure Sam before his operation –or to see him one last time. "But is he going to be alright?"
"Yes, of course, we make hundreds of operations like that every week, Mr. Anderson" the doctor explained, with a gentle pat to Blaine's shoulder. "Everything's going to be alright, as long as I get going"
"Ok" Blaine relented, knowing he was keeping the doctor there instead of where he needed to be, and that was next to Sam.
"Oh, and he told me to tell you not to worry too much" the doctor said, with a little smile as he walked away. "And that he loves you very much"
Blaine never had the chance to answer before the doctor was gone, and he barely understood the words the orderly was telling him as he guided him through the corridors to another waiting room, smaller and much calmer than the other one.
He hadn't been sitting then for more than ten minutes when the door of the corridor opened abruptly and a very noisy Tina ran to him, pulled at his arms to make him stand and enveloped him in a crushing embrace that Blaine let himself enjoy for a few seconds.
"Blainey?" Tina said, kind of questioningly, wanting to know how her best friend was.
"Oh, Tina" he simply said as he clung more strongly to her, glad of her company and her constant support.
"We came as soon as we could, but those damned people at the front wouldn't tell us where you two where until now" she explained in a rush, obviously taking care of Blaine in her unique way, which was talking a mile a minute so he wouldn't have the space to think too much –of which he was glad for once. "Is Sam ok?"
"He's under surgery right now" Blaine explained, finally letting go of the petite girl to shake hands with Mike.
"But is it serious? Is he going to be okay?" Mike asked, obviously noticing –and worrying– about how upset Blaine looked.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just an appendicitis, the doctors said it's such an everyday occurrence" Blaine answered, tying to diminish the importance of it, but he was obviously not being very successful, judging by the way Tina kept looking at him.
"You ok?"
Blaine shrugged his shoulders as an answer.
"It's just… they didn't let me see him before the operation" he explained with a sad sigh.
"He's going to be ok, Blainebear" Tina answered with a gentle pat to Blaine's arm.
"I know" Blaine replied with a smile that wasn't as wide as usual, but it was enough to reassure his friends that he was going to be alright. "I'm okay, Tey-Tey. I'm just being an idiot, that's all"
"You're not, it's just normal to be worried about your partner, you know?" Mike reassured him, having been a witness for years about what those two meant to each other –even if they had been officially a couple for only a few months.
"Thank you, guys. You don't know how grateful I am to have you here"
"Don't be ridiculous, Blainey" Tina said as she took his hand and pulled him to sit down again. "We'll stay here as long as you need us"
Blaine couldn't have been more grateful of their presence because the waiting was becoming unbearable, even when he kept trying to convince himself it hadn't been that long. In fact, he had no idea of how long he had been waiting, because he hadn't looked at his watch when they took Sam away and he had completely lost track of time. But Tina's hand had been grabbing his all along, so he guessed it couldn't have been that long. Or maybe Tina was just that amazing, he wasn't really sure.
He was up from his chair, though, before the surgeon made it all the way in the waiting room, having jumped as soon as he saw him through the small window on the door.
"Relatives of Samuel Evans?" the doctor asked.
"I'm his partner" Blaine immediately identified himself, flanked as he was by his two friends.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson" the doctor said as she offered her hand to shake, and it didn't surprise Blaine that much that she would know his name, as the other doctor had probably warned her in advance of his mistake and he was trying to be extra nice.
"How is he?" Blaine asked, only caring about his boyfriend's welfare.
"The operation was a complete success. You were right, and his appendix was close to bursting" she explained, wanting to look honest and sympathetic –and even to suck up to him a bit, just in case–. "Fortunately we caught it just on time and everything went as good as possible"
"So he will be alright?" Blaine asked as he released his breath –which he hadn't realized he had been holding.
"Yes, he's going to make a complete recovery in no time"
Blaine smiled for the first time in what felt like hours, as Mike fondly patted his shoulder and Tina squeezed his hand more strongly, probably as relieved as he was himself.
"Can I see him?" Blaine asked, desperate to get a glimpse of his beloved boyfriend so he could really believe he was alright.
"He's still in the recovery room, so only one of you can get in, I'm afraid"
Blaine looked apologetically at his friends, feeling bad that they had come to be with him and he was now leaving them in the lurch. But of course Tina and Mike understood perfectly, and agreed to leave uner the promise that Blaine would call them later on to tell them how Sam was doing –or if he needed them for anything.
Blaine followed the doctor along the corridor, as she explained about how Sam was still waking up and would be more than a little "confused" for a while. Blaine laughed internally as he tried to imagine how high Sam would be –he was funny enough when he was drunk–, but he soon forgot about that as they entered the room and he could finally see Sam lying peacefully there.
Blaine finally felt a sense of peace as he was reunited with the person he loved the most in the world, because he looked so peaceful and content –and, above all, painless at last–. If it wasn't for the hospital gown he was wearing, it would look as if he was simply sleeping at home, in one of those rare occasions in which he would sleep late, and Blaine yearned to lie down with him and cuddle to his chest, just so he could hear his heart and be reassured by the warmth of his strong body. But he knew that was out of question, so he contented himself with sitting down on a chair at his side, as close to the bed as he could physically manage, and prepared to wait –again.
Blaine took the advantage of the waiting to call Sam's parents, so they would know what was going on, and Cooper, so he could talk to him and be reassured by his big brother's always caring voice. And only a while after that, fortunately, Blaine noticed how Sam's eyes were starting to flutter and his heart skipped a beat at the prospect at hearing his beloved's voice again.
He reinforced the link of their hands, which hadn't broken in all the while he had been sitting there, and patiently waited for Sam to wake up on his own. But when those sweet green eyes he loved so much opened for a second, he couldn't help it any longer and finally had to speak.
"Hey" Blaine tenderly said as he drove Sam's hand to his lips so he could kiss it. "Can you hear me?"
"Uh huh" Sam mumbled, fighting against the tremendous force trying to keep his eyelids close.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, a little more calmly now that he could see Sam trying to wake up.
"I'm ok" Sam answered, his voice sounding tremendously slurred thanks to sleep and the after effects of the anesthesia.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Blaine asked, lovingly caressing the hair on Sam's forehead.
"What hurts?" Sam asked in confusion, furrowing his brown in an attempt of understanding what Blaine was saying –and gosh, he sounded so high that Blaine knew he was up to some funny moments.
"I'm guessing that's a no" he chuckled before fondly kissing Sam's forehead, which finally made the blond open his eyes and look intently at him.
"Oh, man" Sam exclaimed after a full minute of just contemplating the other boy.
"What?"
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen"
"What?" Blaine asked again, openly laughing at his boyfriend's high craziness.
"So pretty…" Sam exclaimed, his eyes never moving from Blaine's, contemplating him as if he was a work of art. "Who are you?"
"I'm Blaine" Blaine answered amusedly.
"Do I know you?" Sam asked, looking quizzically at him.
"Yeah, I bit" Blaine joked, but Sam looked so confused that he rushed to clarify. "I'm your boyfriend"
"You're my boyfriend?" Sam repeated, looking quite shocked and apparently immune to Blaine's wholehearted laughing. "No way!"
"Yeah, we live together" Blaine explained while trying not to laugh, squeezing Sam's hand so the latter would believe him more easily –and for a moment he debated with himself if he should record him, so funny he was looking at the moment, but finally decided against it.
"There's no way I'm going to believe you are my boyfriend!" Sam almost screamed as he looked at their linked hands with fascination.
"Well, believe it"
"But you're so beautiful" Sam objected, looking genuinely unbelieving that something so good could happen to him.
"Oh gosh, you're making me blush" Blaine responded, even if his cheeks were already more than a little red at the appraisal.
"Awww, you're adorable too" Sam continued, playing with Blaine's hand, still in his, almost as if he wanted to know how it felt.
"Stop it, Sammy" Blaine protested with a laugh, playfully slapping Sam's arm, even if the gesture only seemed to amplify Sam's heart-eyes towards him.
"Do you usually call me Sammy?"
"Sometimes, yeah"
"Do you love me?"
"Quite a bit, yes" Blaine admitted with a chuckle, not believing he was having such an absurd conversation with whom was the love of his love –because damn it, was Sam really asking him if he loved him? How high was him?
"Damn it, I hit the jackpot!" Sam exclaimed, lifting his free fist in the air for a better impression. "I think I love you too"
"Well, I really hope so" Blaine answered, trying hard not to keep laughing at his boyfriend, even if he was looking so incredibly adorable at the moment –especially when he couldn't contain the biggest yawn he had ever given. "You should probably get some more sleep"
"I'm sleepy but I don't want to sleep" Sam answered in a childish, whiny tone.
"And why's that?"
"Because I don't want you to go"
"I'm not going anywhere, Sammy" Blaine promised him with a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Nothing could make me move away from you. I'll be right here next time you wake up"
"Because you love me" Sam continued, trying to make sense of that sweet boy's words.
"That's exactly why" Blaine answered with a chuckle.
"Wow, I can't believe how lucky I am!" Sam still said, even if his eyes were already closing in spite of himself.
"Sleep now, Sammy" Blaine encouraged him to let go, his free hand moving to the hair on the top of Sam's head to lovingly caress it, hoping to make him sleepier.
"Don't go" Sam pleaded, squeezing the hand he still had in his.
"I won't" Blaine assured him with a last kiss to his cheek.
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"Ok. Love you"
Blaine felt tears coming from his eyes at the undying love Sam professed for him, even in his confused state. And he loved him back so much… if he hadn't made it… But no, he didn't want to think about that, he decided as he erased a stray tear in his cheek: Sam would be okay and they would spend the rest of their lives together.
"Love you too" he answered with a last kiss to Sam's forehead, even if he knew his boyfriend was too asleep already to hear it.
Of course, after a while, a couple of orderlies appeared to take Sam to a normal room, now that he seemed stable and they were sure everything had gone according to the plan. Blaine followed them in silence, feeling too tired to try and make small and insignificant talk while Sam couldn't hear him –he would feign he was okay once he woke up, so he wouldn't have to worry about him on top of everything.
The next time Sam woke up he was already in a normal room, or so it seemed, and the night sky he could see from the window was so dark he guessed it was way past midnight. His abdomen hurt, probably from the wound he undoubtedly had after the surgery, but it was nothing compared to the pain of that morning, he noticed with relief. He was glad Blaine had immediately guessed what was wrong with him, so he hadn't been able to convince himself it would go away and known it was better to have it checked once the pain became unbearable. Sweet old Blaine… he knew him better than he knew himself, didn't he?
Sam only needed to open his eyes for his lips to break into the fondest smile ever at contemplating his beautiful boyfriend asleep on the chair next to the bed, impossibly close, keeping quite a tight grip on Sam's hand. Of course Blaine wouldn't let him alone, even if he was so tired so as to fall asleep on a chair. And considering how much Blaine worried about him at the smallest cold… Sam could guess what a hard day he had gone through.
"Babe?" Sam said in a whisper, marveling at how beautiful he always looked in his sleep. "B?"
"Hey" Blaine answered as soon as he awoke, his face getting even prettier with how his smile illuminated at seeing Sam awake again. "You're awake"
"Yeah" Sam answered, reciprocating Blaine's smile in a tender way.
"I've missed those pretty eyes so much…" Blaine continued, slightly rising from his chair for a moment so he could kiss Sam's lips in a quick but loving peck. "How are you feeling, love?"
"I've had better days, to be honest" Sam admitted, even if he knew it was not the answer Blaine was waiting for, because he knew his boyfriend always expected him to be honest.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Blaine asked, his brow furrowed while he lovingly caressed the top of Sam's head.
"A little"
"Let me get…"
"Relax, B, I'm sure it's normal it hurts a bit after having surgery" Sam interrupted him before he could say he was going to get someone, also grabbing his arm to keep him in place because he hated to see him in such a frenzy. "By the way, did everything go well?"
"Yeah, they caught it just in time, but in the end everything went perfectly well" Blaine explained with a smile, which only got wider when Sam stretched his arm long enough to caress his cheek –or to keep him still while he checked him over to see how he was faring, Blaine didn't honestly know.
"Have you been on your own all this time?" Sam asked, not even trying to hide his worry.
"No, Tina and Mike were here while you were under surgery" Blaine answered, knowing Sam would feel much better if he knew Blaine had kept his promise to call someone. "And I spoke almost an hour with Cooper on the phone while I waited for you to wake up"
"I'm glad you weren't alone then" Sam replied, his serene expression breaking into a smirk right after that, "so at least there was someone to hold you if you got angry again"
Blaine closed his mouth and forgot what he was about to say at the reminder of how he had acted a few hours ago, clearly blushing in embarrassment at the unusual loss of his temper.
"Aw, you don't have to be embarrassed, babe!" Sam continued with a laugh, and he would have felt guilty about making Blaine feel bad if his boyfriend's blush wasn't so darn adorable. "It's just that… I had never seen you like that, you know? You are always so measured and sweet… You were kind of scary, you know?"
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't stand seeing you like that and them not caring" Blaine explained, trying to defend himself even if he knew he didn't need to.
"You don't have to apologize" Sam insisted with a squeeze to their joined hands. "It would have turned me on quite a bit if I hadn't felt close to dying"
"You pervert"
"No, seriously. I know how much you hate having to fight. Thank you for caring so much"
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine replied, almost angry at the thought of leaving Sam to his fate just so he wouldn't make a scene with those damned doctors. "Sammy, you're my life! I would fight for you to the last consequences. You know that, don't you?"
"Of course I do" Sam answered with the most loving smile as he cupped the back of Blaine's neck so he could force him to bend down and he could rest a grateful and comforting kiss on his lips. "But thanks for reminding me"
"Always" Blaine promised, reciprocating Sam's smile while gently caressing the hair on the top of his head.
They fell on a companionable silence for a few minutes after Blaine sat down again, and during that time Blaine's hand never stopped his gentle treatment on Sam's hair. It had a calming effect on both of them, and Sam let himself enjoy it for a while, even closing his eyes for more comfort, until at last his love for Blaine won and he knew he needed to take care of him to.
"You look tired" he said with a caress to Blaine's cheek, once he opened his eyes and notice the fatigue in his boyfriend's face. "Why don't you…?"
"No" Blaine refused confidently, which amused and frustrated Sam in equal parts –and damned it, his boyfriend could be stubborn!
"You don't even know what I was going to say!" he protested.
"You were going to tell me to go home and I'm not going to"
"Geez, you really know me well"
"I do" Blaine answered with a laugh, although it was easy for Sam to see it wasn't as carefree as it usually was.
"You ok?" he immediately asked –and yeah, he knew Blaine better than he knew himself too, alright?
"Yeah, I… I guess I'm just… a bit shaken" Blaine confessed while shrugging his shoulders, knowing he didn't need to feign with his boyfriend, as he always understood. "You had to undergo surgery, after all, and… it was kind of scary"
Sam smiled fondly at him, his heart almost aching, not to the first time, at how incredibly grateful of being loved by such a wonderful creature he was.
"But I'm ok now"
"I know, that's why I'm ok now too" Blaine rushed to reassure him, not wanting for him to worry about him, as he usually did.
"Lie down here with me at least" Sam offered, sensing Blaine somehow needed the familiar reassurance of their embrace –and so did he.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you"
"Not having you near hurts me so much more"
"Ok, no need to get so dramatic" Blaine joked with a chuckle.
"You bastard" Sam complained with a hearty laugh before he pulled of Blaine's hand to force him to move, as he couldn't wait to have him next to him. "Come here, come on, there's enough room for the both of us"
"And your wound?" Blaine asked, unsurprisingly worrying about everything.
"My wound is on my right side, I'm sure I'll be safe if you stay on my left"
"But…"
"Either you lie down here with me or you go home, there is no way I'm going to let you spend the rest of the night in an old chair" Sam answered in a stern voice, for once not caring about being too harsh because he really wanted for Blaine to rest, one way or another –though of course he would rather stay with him on his bed, of course.
"Like you did when I was at the hospital a few months ago, you mean?" Blaine sarcastically replied, remembering how Sam had barely left his side for days after he got knocked down by a cab.
"That was different, you were so much worse than I am, you were unconscious so you couldn't ask me to lie down with you and we were not even together yet" Sam tried to reason with him, but his words had the opposite of the desired effect and Blaine smiled lovingly at him.
"Weren't we?" Blaine asked with that dreamy smile of his that always drove Sam crazy, remembering about those days when they hadn't taken the step to be together yet, but already acted like a couple most of the time.
"Not officially, at least" Sam answered with a matching smile before turning mockingly serious again. "But now you're my boyfriend and you're supposed to spoil me when I'm sick, so if I ask you to lie down here with me you have to do it"
"Fine!" Blaine retorted with a faked frustrated sigh as he finally climbed on the bed with all the care in the world so he wouldn't accidentally jostle his boyfriend. "Gosh, I almost preferred you when you were high, you were way sweeter"
"Gosh, what did I say?" Sam asked with a terrified expression as he lifted his left arm for Blaine to lie down under it.
"You couldn't believe you were so lucky so as to have me as your boyfriend" Blaine explained with an amused chuckle as he let his head fall on his beloved boyfriend's shoulder.
"Which is completely true" Sam answered, all jokes aside, as he enveloped Blaine with his arm and lovingly squeezed him to his chest, feeling he had missed him all day even if he had been right next to him all along while he slept.
"Aw" Blaine exclaimed gratefully, his smile wider this time before he lifted his head to kiss Sam's lips. "Ok, I forgive you"
Sam chuckled fondly at him, and then they fell in a companionable silence for a few minutes, content in the knowledge that they didn't need anything if they had each other. Blaine let his head fall on Sam's shoulder again, very carefully so as not to hurt him, and Sam's hand move irremediably to caress his scalp, as he always did when they lay down together like this. Though this time it wasn't exactly out of habit, but Sam was trying to make Blaine relax completely and make some of the tension accumulated during the day leave his body.
"Gosh, thank God they didn't make me call my father" Blaine broke the silence a couple of minutes later, and it was so unexpected that it made Sam laugh wholeheartedly –until it hurt.
"Don't make me laugh" Sam pleaded with a wince and a smile.
"I'm so sorry" Blaine apologized, horrified he had caused his boyfriend any discomfort, even if unwillingly.
"It's ok, it was worth it" Sam reassured him with a smaller laugh, as he pushed Blaine's head to his shoulder again.
Poor Blaine, Sam wished there was a way for him to keep worrying about everything so much. It was like he couldn't get a rest, could he? He had been worrying about him all day, the day before that it was his audition for the NYADA final show… gosh, the audition! Sam couldn't believe he had completely forgotten until then! And yes, he had been close to dying and everything, but he felt like the worst boyfriend ever anyway!
"Hey, how did the audition go?" Sam asked, his fingers intimately running through Blaine's wild curls.
"Oh, it… it didn't go all that well" Blaine answered with a shrug of his shoulders that felt funny to his doting boyfriend.
"Just that?"
"Yeah, there were so many good performances, I don't think I'm going to make it"
"Come on, Blaine, I can't believe it, you're so much better than any of your classmates!"
"I'm not, you're just biased"
"You really think they're not going to pick you?"
"I'm afraid so"
"Damn it, you've worked so hard for it…" Sam exclaimed, really upset at the thought that Blaine wouldn't make it.
"It's okay, there will be other opportunities" Blaine answered, trying to play down the importance of it.
Sam kissed his boyfriend's forehead to comfort him, even if he had to admit that Blaine didn't seem that upset. Usually his insecurities would lead him to blame himself, to complain about how much of a failure he was, to torture himself about how he should have tried so much harder even if he had already given the best of himself. But this time, even if disappointed, he didn't look too upset. As if nothing he could have done could have changed things. Which knowing him probably meant…
"B?" Sam broke the silence again, even if Blaine's eyes were already closed and was probably very close to falling asleep.
"Hmm?" Blaine mumbled, too sleepy to go for words.
"Did you really audition for the show?" Sam incisively asked, knowing there was no sense in beating about the bush with his boyfriend.
"What?" Blaine feigned not having heard, trying to find some time for his tired brain to react to Sam's interrogation without giving too much away.
"Did you get to audition before I called you?"
"Of course"
"Blaine" Sam insisted in a tone that showed Blaine that he was not going to accept anything that wasn't the truth.
"Ok, I didn't. Happy?" Blaine retorted, not even looking at his boyfriend's face in embarrassment at having lied to him.
"No, of course I'm not happy" Sam answered, obviously upset at the implications of it. "Damn it, why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"Because I didn't want you to feel guilty about something you had no control over" Blaine honestly answered, immediately making Sam soften his tone in gratitude.
"I could have waited"
"Yeah, like I was going to make you wait in those conditions"
"Or I could have gone on my own and you could have met me when you were done. Damn it, you should have done that audition!"
"Hey, Sammy, come on, it's okay" Blaine reassured him, lifting from his chest so he could cup his cheek and make him look at him to make his word sink. "You really think I would have made a good audition anyway, as worried as I was?"
"I don't know, but…"
"And besides, I don't care. These things happen, you know?"
"But it was important"
"You're more important" Blaine answered with a loving caress to Sam's cheek and one of those smiles of his that always made his knees shake. "And like I said, there will be other opportunities"
"I know, but…"
"Don't you always say how talented I am? Then I won't have any trouble finding my place in the business, right?"
"Well…"
"Are you telling me I'm not talented?" Blaine asked, trying not to laugh about what he knew was going to be the answer because he needed to make a point.
"Of course not!" Sam indignantly answered, as if he had been insulted himself.
"Glad we reached an agreement then" Blaine ended the discussion with a kiss to Sam's cheek and once again rested his head on Sam's shoulder.
Sam remained with his mouth open, trying to find some words to say, for a whole minute, but he knew when he had been owned and how Blaine always gave the best arguments. Besides, how could he reproach him when all he had done was to love him and to take care of him, even in expense of his own dream?
His heart about to burst with love for the beautiful boy in his arms, Sam contented with kissing his forehead and reinforcing his embrace around him.
"I love you" he said in a whisper, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere in the room.
"I love you more" Blaine expectedly answered in which was their usual banter.
"I'm sick, you're supposed to let me win" Sam cheekily answered.
"Gosh, if this goes for long I don't know if I'll be able to stand it" Blaine mockingly complained, but of course he surrendered under Sam's ridiculous pout. "Ok, but just this once"
"Ok" Sam answered with a chuckle, grabbing the back of Blaine's neck to make him lower down so they could share a long and loving kiss. "I love you more"
"Ok" Blaine answered with a laugh, letting Sam win just for once as he nestled up more comfortably to his chest and prepared to sleep.
And well, if Sam had to speak with Madam Tibideaux himself and bribe her with a free design for the poster to promote the show –he was a professional graphic designer, after all!– so she would let Blaine audition –not to give him a part, he would earn that himself–, so be it. Blaine deserved everything and then more, Sam thought with a soft smile as he realized his boyfriend had already fallen asleep on his chest. And better to get some shuteye himself, he thought as he rested his head on Blaine's and closed his eyes.
A/N: The scene with high Sam was bades on the video "Man Wakes Up After Surgery And Hits On His Own Wife!" on youtube (go and see it if you never have!). It's so adorable that I had tot turn into blam and I looooove it.
You might be surprised that Blaine got Tina and not Sebastian to be with him, but this takes place before the events on "A race full of obstacles" so Sebastian hadn't appeared back in his life yet.
Also, Blaine and his father were not on speaking terms yet, so that's why he is relieved he didn't have to call him.
So is there any other episode on the series you would like to see more developed? Don't be shy!