Blaine slipped into Bryant House just before curfew and leaned against the door in a daze, not even noticing the amused looks he was receiving from several of the older boys who were playing video games in the common room. The evening had been nothing he was expecting from a first date and everything he could have wanted.

Sam had picked him up and driven them to the old theatre where Blaine had been shocked by Sam smuggling snacks and drinks inside his backpack. Sam had taken in Blaine's wide-eyed stare and blushed, explaining that his mother had been doing the same thing since the first movie she'd taken Sam to. Blaine had shaken his head and grinned before snatching a Sprite and the pack of Red Vines from Sam.

They had sat through three of the classic Superman movies before Blaine heard Sam's stomach start to growl. Laughing, he had suggested they go ahead and grab an early dinner. Sam had taken him to a wonderful old fashioned diner where they'd eaten excellent greasy burgers, fries, and milkshakes (chocolate for Blaine and strawberry for Sam). Sam had insisted on paying despite Blaine's protests, saying the date had been his idea so he'd pay.

They'd laughed and chatted for hours, discussing everything from football to the Marvel vs. D.C. debate to 90s sci-fi shows (Blaine was a Stargate kind of guy while Sam kept arguing the superiority of Sliders). Eventually Blaine realized he was going to miss curfew if they didn't head back immediately. Sam had driven back to Dalton and then walked Blaine back to his dorm like a gentleman. Blaine's hands had been sweating as they reached the porch, not sure what to expect.

"I had a great time tonight." Sam said, smiling gently.

"Me too." Blaine agreed a little breathlessly.

"Would you like to go out again? Maybe next weekend?" Sam asked, looking nervous and fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Yeah." Blaine breathed. "I'd really like that."

Sam smiled an overwhelmingly bright smile and said, "Great! I'll text you and let you know the details." He paused and shifted his feet nervously. "I should let you go in before you get in trouble. Besides, it's late and I should head home."

"Okay." Blaine said, only a little disappointed. "Call me when you get there, alright? So I know you made it safe."

"Sure." Sam said, and Blaine was just reaching for the door handle when he felt Sam's hand brush his jaw. He turned to look at Sam just as Sam moved and placed a soft, gentle kiss on Blaine's cheek.

"Goodnight." Sam said, stepping off the porch and offering a little wave as he turned to go.

"Goodnight." Was all Blaine could force his voice to choke out as he raised a hand to his now burning cheek, staring after Sam.

He opened the door and stumbled into the entryway, not even noticing the other boys in his dazed state. He gathered his scattered brain cells and made his way up the stairs to his dorm room, not noticing the way Wes and David were manically grinning at him from the kitchen doorway or Nick and Jeff waving as they passed him heading downstairs hand in hand.

As he entered his dorm room his head was pulled from the clouds when a pillow hit him in the face and Sebastian's voice rang out. "Hey, Killer!" He said with an exceptionally filthy smirk. "You look flustered. Love the whole dazed and confused schoolboy routine. So where's the hickey your boy-toy left with those kind-sized lips? Or did he skip straight to the—"

"Oh my god, Sebastian!" Blaine shrieked. "Shut up!"

Blaine collapsed face first onto his bed as Sebastian dissolved into a fit of helpless giggling.