Be Brave For Me: Chapter 3: Dance Away
Now that Sectionals were rapidly approaching, Blaine felt the rarely had the time to breathe. His days were divided between Warbler's practice and the increasing load of schoolwork that was constantly falling on him. Still, Sam came over often, usually just playing pokemon on Blaine's bed while he worked on a paper. Occasionally, he would coax him into a study break where they would watch Star Trek an Ohio State Buckeyes game
Blaine had never really cared much for football, but Sam was a fanatic. Soon enough, Blaine was learning about the sport and actually becoming a fan. It was when Blaine actually threw a pillow at the television after a bad play, that he realized that Sam has successfully converted him to the sport of football.
Meanwhile, Blaine was really coming into his own at his new school. He had become friends with Wes and David who were not so uptight outside of Warbler's practice. In fact, they were a regular pair of jokesters. The third council member Jackson was always serious no matter where he was.
Still, Warbler's practice was all business. Blaine had never preformed harder in his life. He was constantly being pushed to do better, which improved his performance a thousand fold, but left him physically and mentally aching. He was in desperate need of some sort of fun that didn't involve any work.
The solution to Blaine's fun problem came in the form of an e-mail one day about a week before sectionals. Dalton Academy would be having a dance with their sister school Agnes Academy. "We have a sister school?" Blaine asked Sam, who was once again in his room. "Yeah, we team up with them every spring to do a musical. We have two dances with them a year." Sam told him.
"Oh, cool." Blaine muttered, scrolling down to check out the date and time for the dance. "This Saturday." he said brightly, "You going?" he asked casually as possible. Blaine had still yet been able to discover Sam's sexuality. It was frustrating because what had started out as a little crush had blossomed into what Blaine felt was an out of control monster.
"Yeah. I always go." Sam said simply. Blaine smiled to himself. "I'll check it out." He told him as he closed his laptop. "Luckily, I brought a suit from home. I wasn't sure I'd have a reason to use it, but now's my chance. " he said cheerfully, standing up and stretching. "Now, I want a study break. Didn't you say you wanted me to watch Lord of the Rings?" Sam nodded and scooted over to give Blaine room to sit. "I'm more of a Harry Potter guy myself, but I'll give it a shot." Blaine said, grabbing his remote and pressing play.
Rap music was blaring from Dalton's gym. Blaine could see guys grinding on girls in every direction. Blaine was busying himself with the punch bowl, not too keen about grinding on some random person. Sam was nowhere to be seen. Blaine wished he wasn't in within the mob with some random girl from Agnes Academy. He fought hard to keep that image from his mind.
The couples quickly broke apart once the slow music started. They grabbed each other and began awkwardly moving around the floor to the beat. Blaine watched them, bemused, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. A girl with long black hair and a pink dress stood next to him. "Care to dance, handsome?" she asked. Blaine felt that the answer "No, I'm gay." would be a bit rude. Maybe he could make a friend. He took her hand and bowed, then led her to the dance floor. "What's your name?" he asked her, beginning to get used to the beat of the song. "Jade, yours?" Blaine gave her a twirl. "Blaine." he said.
They continued to dance. Blaine finally noticed Sam, who was sitting at a table in the corner, talking to Paul. Blaine tried to keep up the dance, but his eyes kept moving to him. It didn't take long for Jade to notice the attention wasn't fully on her. "I should of known." She whispered. "You're too nice and dapper to be straight." She giggled and gave his tie a tug. Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "Go talk to him!" she told him. "Well, find me one of your friend's first." Blaine turned his head towards Sam and watched. "Here, let me introduce me to my friend Wes. I think you'll like him." he told her, leading her off the dance floor.
As soon as Wes was waltzing Jade around the dance floor, Blaine went to sit next to Sam. Paul had been picked up by some short blonde girl. "What's up?" Blaine greeted, leaning back in his chair. "I'm bored." Sam replied. "I always come to these things and get bored." Sam sighed, placing his hands on the table with a thud. "Sorry." Blaine said. Sam shot him a furtive grin. "Let's ditch this." he said matter-of-factly. "I've got this really cool movie in my room." He got up from his chair and motioned for Blaine to follow him.
Blaine had only been in Sam's room a couple of times and they had been quick trips. They usually hung out in Blaine's room since it didn't have the disruption of a roommate. They usually only entered Sam's messy room to grab a DVD and then quickly went back to Blaine's.
As soon as Blaine stepped into Sam's room he was met with a huge pile of dirty tee shirts on the floor. "Do you own a hamper?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at the odor. "Yeah, but when I get in from practice, I kinda just throw it." Sam said simply, miming the action of throwing something on the floor. Blaine laughed. "Well, I need to take care of, uh, something. Be right back." Sam said, going towards the bathroom.
Blaine began picking up the shirts from the floor. He located Sam's hamper in his closet and threw him in, trying to not be overtaken by the rank smell. Once his chore was complete, Darren took a seat at Sam's desk. He smiled at the pictures of Sam's family that he had placed on his desk. Then, his eyes fell on a copy of The Dalton Scribe, the school newspaper. He picked it up and began flipping through the pages, landing on an article on the Warblers. He noticed that a picture had been cut out. Curious, he read the line under it.
Blaine Johnson, Dalton's newest Warbler, will be singing a solo in the upcoming Sectionals completion.
Why had Sam cut his picture out? Blaine set down the newspaper. He decided that Sam must have been making some sort of scrapbook. Sure, Sam didn't really seem like the type to scrap book, but everyone had to have some sort of weird hobby. The fact that Sam had cut out a picture of him was endearing. However, it probably didn't mean that he liked him or anything of the sort. Blaine couldn't allow himself to get his hopes up.
He heard the flushing of the toilet within the bathroom and waited for Sam to reemerge. It didn't take very long for Sam to come out. "So, what awesome movie were you talking about?" Blaine asked, spinning around Sam's rolling chair to face him. "Uh, have you seen fight club?" Sam asked, sitting down on the bed. "Yeah," Blaine replied, "But I wouldn't say no to seeing it again." He got up and joined Sam so he could see the television. "Good, It's one of my favorites." Sam said happily, as he rifled through a case of DVDS.
"I don't even know why I go to those dances." he said as he flipped, "They're so boring." Blaine laughed. "Well, yeah. They're also whole being expected to grind on girls thing." he added. Sam looked up from the case. "Yeah, girls." he said. They both began to laugh.
Then, Sam was kissing him. Blaine was taken aback at first. He hadn't expected it. It only took a moment for him to kiss him back with everything he had. Sam kissed him with a strange animalistic passion he had never seen before. Blaine let his arms be removed from his suit jacket as Sam climbed on top of him.
Blaine felt happy and it all felt right. In one moment, he no longer needed to question Sam's sexuality or the feelings he had for him. They were all right there. Maybe Sam wasn't making a scrap book after all.
Blaine sighed as Sam left a trail of kissed down his neck. He reached and pulled Sam's chin towards him so he could lean in for another kiss. Sam thankfully obliged. This defiantly beat the dance they were at earlier. Then suddenly, Sam broke the kiss and sat up on the bed.
"Uh, I just remembered. I have, uh, stuff to do." Sam said weakly, his eyes on the floor. Blaine frowned. "Oh. Okay." he said softly, standing up and pulling his jacket back on. "Yeah," Sam stammered, "I just have this thing that I really need to do. I'm sorry. Uh, I'll see you around."
"Okay, bye." Blaine said. He left the room, feeling more confused than he had ever felt. Just moments before, everything had felt perfectly in place. He wanted to burst back into Sam's room and demand an explanation. Instead, he walked back to his room in silence.