A/N: Thanks for everyone who's been reading this so far! Sorry I haven't been updating as regularly as I hoped. It took me forever to pick a song for Sam to sing, but it's finally done! Hope you like this chapter!

"I think this would be a great opportunity to take my shirt off," Sam said in his best Matthew Mcconaughey impression.

Blaine furrowed his brow and arched an eyebrow in confusion as he looked over at Sam, who was sitting next to him in the bed.

"My Matthew Mcconaughey impression!" Sam clarified with a wide grin, leaning his back up against the wall as he folded his arms across his chest. They had gotten about thirty minutes of actual practicing done before the conversation turned to them learning more about each other and making the other laugh. "Obi Wan never told you what happened to your father," he continued in a much deeper voice, his face completely serious while Blaine burst out laughing.

"You're kidding. You do impressions?" he asked through his amused laughter. "Did not see that coming," he admitted, grinning to himself as he cast a quick side-glance over at Sam, forcing himself to tear his gaze away as soon as he realized he was staring.

"Oh, don't act like you're not impressed," Sam laughed as Blaine looked away, playfully nudging him in the arm. "My impressions are awesome! Admit it!"

Blaine chuckled softly and playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Show me a Harry Potter impression, then I'll be impressed," he challenged jokingly, grinning widely as he looked back at Sam.

Sam fell silent and his smile faded slightly. He couldn't turn down a challenge, but as much as he loved Harry Potter, he had never really tried doing any impressions from the series. "Now I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled," he attempted in his best British accent, his face hopeful as he waited for Blaine's reaction.

"Impressive," Blaine commented with a light golf clap, smiling approvingly before he let out another amused chuckle. "You do impressions, you like Harry Potter, your favorite snack is Cool Ranch Doritos, and you're obsessed with Avatar. Although I'm not the biggest fan of the Dancing with Smurfs movie, I think we're going to get along just fine, Sam Evans," he decided, a broad grin still on his face. Don't fall for him, Blaine. Don't do it, no matter how adorable is goofy smile is. The last thing you need is to have a crush on a straight guy after knowing him for a few hours.

But Blaine couldn't deny that he had been smitten with Sam since he first saw the boy's smile when he ran into him those few hours ago on the staircase. He couldn't lie to himself, he decided, but he could at least ignore his feelings. Crushes never lasted long anyway. And he really did like Sam, so he didn't want to risk making their friendship awkward by admitting that he found him attractive…and funny, and nice, and…Yeah, Sam didn't need to know about any of that.

"I don't know," Sam mused out loud, stroking at his chin as he glanced over at Blaine. "I mean, I know I'm pretty awesome with my impressions and my incredible good looks, but what do you have to offer as a friend, hm?" he questioned jokingly, his lips twitching into a slight smirk before he had to duck to avoid being hit with one of Blaine's pillows.

"What happened to the Sam who told me my audition was 'incredible'?" Blaine asked after pulling the pillow back and tossing it to the side.

"He's out being productive since we barely got any work. I thought you invited me to your dorm to practice," he joked as he poked Blaine in the stomach, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face as Blaine shied away from the touch. Blaine Anderson…was extremely ticklish. He'd have to keep that in mind for later on, he thought to himself with a sly grin. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it? Lure me up to your dorm and distract me from getting any work done? And here I thought I could trust you," he sighed, shaking his head in mock dismay.

Blaine held his arms out as if to say 'you caught me.' "And here I was thinking I was being devious. Forgive me?" he pleaded, playing along with the façade as he looked up at Sam with his best attempt at the puppy dog eyes.

Sam laughed and sat up, running his fingers through his hair as he found himself unable to keep the smile off his face. "I suppose I could, only because you're a talented singer, of course."

"Oh, of course," Blaine agreed, nodding seriously before his grin mirrored Sam's. "Maybe we should get some more practicing done," he sighed, not realizing that after he patted the other boy's knee that he had left his hand there. "I'd like to at least have the slightest idea of what I'm doing during my first practice with the rest of the Warblers." He glanced down at his hand and casually pulled it away, instead resting it in his own lap. He really didn't need a straight guy freaking out at him because he thought he was 'making a move.'

But Sam didn't mind. While his parents were about as homophobic as it got, Sam was extremely accepted and didn't see gay people any differently. Sure, the weird tingly feeling he got from having Blaine's hand on his leg fazed him a bit, but now Blaine's hand was gone and that was that. "Nah. I think you'll do fine. Firstly, you're a fast learner. You're picking up the main points of a cappella a lot faster than I did. And secondly, it's not like you'll need it. Like I said, the council loves you and they make all the major decisions. It won't be long before they're making you lead," he chuckled. "Then you won't have to worry about singing a cappella in the background."

Blaine furrowed his brow as he took in everything Sam was saying. As much as he wanted to smile and accept the compliment, he couldn't help but be concerned with one thing. "Wouldn't the other members get upset if that happened? I mean, I love singing and all, and of course I'd consider it an honor if the council really did have me sing lead, but…wouldn't everyone else be jealous?"

Sam shrugged. "No, not really. We perform as a team, and the council makes all the major decisions depending on what they think would help us work better together as a group. We've had a few different leads this year, but your voice…it's just what we've been looking for. You just have that…something about you, you know?"

Blaine nodded to show his understanding, though part of him still felt it seemed somewhat unfair. He didn't need people hating him for being the lead, but…if that was really how things worked at Dalton then he sort of liked the idea. After being pushed around, and bullied, and threatened, singing lead for a Glee club that was actually liked was more than inviting. "Right, well I don't want to get too cocky, so why don't you stop bringing that up," he laughed lightly. "You know, other than the typical doo-wapping, I haven't actually heard you sing yet," he hinted suggestively, hoping to urge the blonde to sing for him.

"Me? Sing? I'm…not that great. There's a reason I don't sing lead," Sam shrugged, though he could tell immediately that Blaine wasn't buying it.

"Sure, and that's why you're on the Warblers? I'm not buying it, Sam," he teased with a shoulder nudge. "If you're singing is half as good as your doo-wapping then I want to hear it."

Sam pursed his lips as he considered singing for Blaine. It couldn't hurt. And Blaine seemed like one of the least judgmental people, so it's not like he needed to worry about that. "Fine. One song. One." He smiled at Blaine before turning his head and glancing over at the guitar in the corner of the room. "Mind if I use that?" he asked, waiting until Blaine shook his head in reply before he walked over and adjusted the strap so that it fit him better. "So, guess I'll just…sing what's at the top of my head, then," he decided with a crooked smile, strumming a few times at the chords before he started on the melody that Blaine recognized immediately.

"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it.
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted.
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back."

Blaine smiled at the song choice. He loved Jason Mraz and it suited Sam's voice perfectly, though he was finding it difficult to just enjoy the song without pretending the song was for him. Of all the songs to choose from, the attractive straight guy just had to go and pick one about love.

"Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest,
and nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention.
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some.

But I won't hesitate no more, no more.
It cannot wait, I'm yours."

If Blaine hadn't wanted to seem obvious, he would have rolled his eyes at himself. No, Sam was not his. Sam picked a song that he knew on the guitar and thought would show off his voice. He was singing for Blaine, not to him, and Blaine was finding it difficult to keep that in mind, especially with the way Sam kept smiling at him as he sang.

"Well open up your mind and see like me,
open up your plans and then you're free,
look into your heart and you'll find love love love love.

Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing.
We're just one big family,
and it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more.
It cannot wait, I'm sure.
There's no need to complicate, our time is short.
This is our fate, I'm yours."

D-d-do do you, but do you, d-d-do.
But do you want to come on,
scooch on over closer dear
and I will nibble your ear."

The thought of Sam nibbling at his ear was not what Blaine needed on his mind right now, but he continued smiling because as much as these thoughts about his straight friend were bothering him, he had to admit that Sam had quite the voice.

"I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror,
and bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer,
but my breath fogged up the glass,
and so I drew a new face and I laughed.

I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons.
It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue.

But I won't hesitate no more, no more.
It cannot wait, I'm yours.

Open up your mind and see like me,
open up your plans and man you're free,
look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours.

So please don't, please don't, please don't,
there's no need to complicate
'Cause our time is short.
This is, this is, this is our fate,
I'm yours."

Blaine grinned and applauded as soon as the song ended, his smile still clear on his face even after Sam set the guitar back down in the corner of the room. But the smile slowly faded when Sam continued standing, rather than taking his seat on the bed again.

"That was awesome, Sam. What were you talking about when you said you couldn't sing?" Blaine asked, hoping that he hadn't done something wrong during Sam's performance.

Sam smiled slightly, then hesitantly sat down next to Blaine again. He had never felt so alive while singing before, and the fact that singing for Blaine had made him felt that way sort of worried him. "Thanks." He pushed those thoughts out of his mind. Blaine was awesome, and yes, he might have been gay but that didn't mean anything. Sam was straight and could totally deal with having gay friends. Just because he couldn't keep the smile off his face while singing a song about love to—No, for Blaine. He was singing for Blaine, he reminded himself. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that… right? Right. "I'm glad you liked it. I…don't normally sing in front of people—Other than for the Warblers but that's…Well, it's not exactly singing, is it? Just doo-wapping," he chuckled, referring back to Blaine's previous joke about singing with the Warblers. "Anyway, I should probably get going. Lot's of homework." He glanced over at Blaine and smiled again, feeling a bit more relaxed. There was something about his new friend that made him feel…safe…and calm.

Blaine's smiled reappeared as he noticed Sam grow less tense. Maybe he had just been paranoid when he thought Sam looked…off after that performance. "Alright then. Thanks again…for showing me around, for the small amount of practice we did. For everything. I've never really had a lot of friends before," he admitted. "Or any, really. Thank you for showing me that…it really does get better. I know it probably isn't a huge deal for you to consider me a friend, but…it means a lot to me."

Sam felt a slight tug at his heart at Blaine's confession. He had no idea what it was like to be in the situation Blaine had been in at his old school, but he decided right then and there that he would do everything he could to make sure Blaine always felt welcomed and knew that he mattered. "It's no problem, Blaine," he reassured his friend, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder for a short moment before he stood up off the bed. "You're an awesome guy, and I promise you things are going to be better for you here. I'm glad we met today. I'll see you tomorrow before practice, alright? We can meet up after classes."

Blaine smiled softly and nodded his head, before watching as Sam let himself out of the dorm. He couldn't deny his crush on the blonde boy, but he'd get over it. And at the moment, it didn't bother him much. Not when he was finally at a school where he fit in for the first time in his life.

Sam, on the other hand, hurried back to his own dorm where he collapsed on his bed, hoping that by tomorrow he wouldn't feel so confused about how he really felt about Blaine Anderson.

A/N: The song used is I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. I already have an idea for the next chapter, so hopefully it won't be long before that's up!