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Chapter 4
After the rest of Glee club had climbed out of a classroom window Sam, Blaine and Artie settled down in an empty classroom for an emergency meeting.
"We can't call Mr Schue. He must never know", Blaine said. "He's gonna think I'm a failure anyway."
"What? Why?", Sam said.
"Because that's just how it is!", Blaine said. He put his bag on a table, went to the board and took up some chalk. With that he wrote 'Coach Beiste', 'the janitor' and 'Mrs Pillsbury' on it. After a short consideration he crossed out the last name (she would tell Mr Schue).
"Has anyone the phone number of Beiste or the janitor? Sam, aren't you and him besties?"
Artie looked expectantly at the blonde boy who sat on a table and frowned.
"No. I stole from him. How else did you think I got the keys?"
"Okay, okay. Coach Beiste then? You were in her football team after all."
"Dude, I don't have the phone number of any teacher, okay? Except Mr Schue. Let's call him!" Sam got out his phone and tipped on it.
Artie sighed and nodded. "That's our only option if we don't want to stay the night here."
"But he can't do anything, he's in Chicago! Anyway, what's so bad about staying the night in school?"
Sam and Artie both looked at him as if Blaine had just told them his favourite meal consisted of three different types of insects.
"Alright! Call Mr Schue!" Blaine put down the chalk and sighed.
"Or wait. Doesn't the janitor have his apartment somewhere close by?", Sam said, stopping in his movements.
"Yes! That's it! We just have to find him!"
So Sam left the building, promising he would call if he had succeeded or failed.
Blaine and Artie had nothing left to do than wait. After an endless time Blaine's phone finally buzzed. He answered it as quickly as never before.
"Come to the front doors!", Sam said. "I didn't even have to take off my shirt!"
"Yes! Sam, I love you!", Blaine exclaimed and put one thumb up to Artie who immediately started rolling out of the room.
"You better!", Sam laughed and Blaine got aware of what he had said. He was pretty sure his face reddened but luckily no one was there to see it.
"I didn't mean – I –"
"Have you thought about it?", Sam asked, casually changing the topic as if they hadn't just lived the worst nightmare any teenager could have. Blaine even was still in the school, following Artie who could hear every word Blaine uttered.
"Uhm, you want to talk about that now?", Blaine said, rounding a corner that brought him closer to the main doors. He could literally feel his temperature raising.
"If you don't want to just say so. I totally won't be mad", Sam said. "We're still friends above everything else."
"I know", Blaine said and bit his lip before he could add 'that's why I don't want to'. But that's what he needed to tell Sam. Because Blaine had decided life would be easier that way.
Just the thing was… He kind of wanted it despite knowing better.
And right now Sam was literally the one thing in his life that was good, comforting and made Blaine feel loved, so why shouldn't he accept some more tenderness from him…?
Surely his soul mate would forgive him when they met and Blaine told him he had had an affair with his best friend. That's what soul mates were for.
He cleared his throat and looked to Artie who had reached the doors now. The janitor stood in the door, holding it open and his face told Blaine there would be some consequences. Sam stood some feet behind him, breaking the phone connection as they came into view.
"How did you manage to lock yourself in the school?", the janitor asked.
"It was just a big misunderstanding, Mr Johnson", Artie began. He looked at the man with big eyes and told something about a teacher they had wanted to help out but he hadn't showed up.
Glad he didn't have to think of something Blaine nodded along and added a few details from an art project that this supposedly had been about. The janitor locked the doors again and his face relaxed.
"Okay, but next time don't wait up so long", he said. Blaine just wanted to forget that day. And the Cheerios.
He drove Artie to his house and handed him to his mother who hadn't yet started to wonder where her son was. She was used to him spending much time with Glee and Blaine knew they easily could've still been in rehearsal – only if it had been official the janitor wouldn't have closed the doors to the school already.
"We really need to get our permission back", Blaine said as he and Sam were in the car and on their way to the Hummel-Hudson's.
"We need to find something to blackmail Coach Sylvester with. Something serious. I could ask Coach Roz for help, she hates her."
"No, better not involve more teachers", Blaine said. Now that they were alone he wondered how to address the topic. Wow, were they really gonna do this? When Blaine glanced sideways his eyes landed on his friends lips most of the time without having planned it and his stomach turned upside down.
"Okay, than we have to spy on her."
"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm so tired I can't even think straight", Blaine said, trying to focus on the street.
Sam chuckled. "Do you ever?"
"Huh?"
"Think straight, I mean, I… yeah, that was a lame joke. Sorry."
There was silence as they were standing at a traffic light only a few blocks away from Sam's home. Words like 'So, friends with benefits it shall be' or 'I'll never say anything against you taking off your shirt anymore' came to Blaine's mind. He couldn't help or control it although he didn't utter any of it.
As he turned into Sam's street the blonde said:
"Are you even too tired for a round of Mario Cart?"
Blaine's insides went from the by now normal tingling over-activity to being freaking hot in less than a second. Was this Sam's way of asking him… Or didn't he have any agenda and really wanted to play, in which case Blaine still would be in his room, alone with him and it could lead to relaxing activities.
He cleared his throat.
"Yeah, no. I can do that", he said.
"Good."
Sam actually started his game console when they came into his room. Blaine put down his bag and didn't care about that, all he needed was to close his eyes. He let himself fall down on the bed and buried his face in the pillows. They smelled a bit like orange and a lot like Sam so it was relaxing on its own. Blaine hugged one of the pillows and pulled his legs up. He could so fall asleep right now.
"Dude, I thought you are in for a game?"
"I am", Blaine mumbled against the fabric. He moved his head, opened his eyes and met Sam's questioning gaze. The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, a controller in his hand.
Sam had asked Blaine quite a few times now and it was his turn to say something if he wanted to. Only that he felt totally ashamed and a bit guilty even thinking about it – who'd ask their friends for favours like that? It was okay if Sam did it, he had always been more open-minded about his sexuality. Blaine on the other hand was used to hide all intimate thoughts and feelings and to make a totally asexual impression – after all that's how people tolerated gay boys the best.
Sam turned around and started to play on his own while Blaine closed his eyes again and imagined they had already gone there.
"Dude, I'm so hungry – aren't you? I'm gonna ask Carol what's for dinner!" Sam jumped up and went to the door. Blaine was alone in the room for a few minutes. Only the background theme of Mario Cart played quietly.
He dozed off a bit but when Sam came back Blaine forced himself to open his eyes.
"Why do I even bother! All Carol wants to talk about all the time is whether I got answer from the Colleges I applied to", Sam sighed as he closed the door.
"Well, did you?"
"No. It takes some time, doesn't it?"
Blaine nodded, bit his lip and tried to remember which Colleges Sam had applied to. There had been a lot talk about Colleges going on at the beginning of the year but then Blaine had been so busy with his own applications…
Anyway. What he really wanted to bring up now was something completely different.
"I want to –"
He stopped himself. It was harder than he had thought to put it in a sentence.
"Join me in a race?", Sam said. He sat down on the bed again, this time facing Blaine and prodding his legs.
"No, I… I'm all for… that thing…" Blaine felt his cheeks warm up as he held Sam's eyes. And finally the blonde understood. He let his hand lie flat on the leg and slowly stroked over it.
"Yeah?", he said with a rough voice. "You sure?"
Blaine lifted himself up to be able to reach Sam's hand. He took it and pulled a bit. Sam crawled next to him and Blaine felt like he was able to breathe for the first time of the day as they got into an embrace, legs intertwining.
"Why do you want this?", Blaine asked in a whisper. There was no way he would do that without talking, not with Sam.
"I don't know, it just… was there. Out of nothing", Sam said.
"What was?"
Sam ran his fingers lightly over Blaine's head.
"Like a hunger", he answered as quiet as the question had been. "For boys. I swear I didn't mean to use you, you just…" He shrugged.
"Was there?"
"Yeah. My gay best friend", Sam said with a half-smile. Blaine adored this smile. He'd seen it so often in the hallways or in conversations, letting his admiration for Sam climbed even higher. He seemed insecure but steady at the same time when he pulled one corner of his mouth up. Blaine let his fingertips run over it, then he leaned forwards and caressed it with his lips.
Sam kissed back and Blaine felt the muscles in his body go weak. Oh, how often had he dreamed about that. The reality of it was even better. Every limb, every single cell radiated with joy and excitement. Every finger of his right hand felt soft skin and hair, yes, he was finally allowed to enjoy those blonde strands.
Sam nibbled on Blaine's lips, first one, then the other side. It tickled a bit and he slightly opened his mouth and it got wetter.
They lay on the bed kissing until Blaine's mouth started to feel sore. He pulled back, concentrated on breathing deeply and caressed Sam's face.
"We should think of a code word", the blonde said. "Like… Mario Cart!" He grinned. "That's so cool."
"A code word?"
"Yeah, you know, like a mating call. When one of us wants to make out he just says it. And a code for the answers, too! Like when you agree you say… Princess Peach and – oh, wait! This is totally gay so Luigi is the code for yes and Peach for no! Ha!"
He held up his hand and when Blaine didn't hit it he simply used his energy to lightly slap Blaine's ass and then let his hand lie there.
"Okay", was all Blaine could utter.
"And how far do we go? There's gotta be a limit", he added after Sam's hand had made him think of very naughty things.
"I don't know. We'll see. You can say Peach anytime and it's not like I – like I have special things on my mind or something like that. Plus I think some things should only be done with a boyfriend."
"For example?" Blaine knew he was red, had been for some time so it really didn't matter if he asked for details now. He laid his own hand on Sam's firm butt and stroke over it.
Sam inhaled loudly. "That's totally okay, that's no problem", he said.
"Good. Cause that's some fine piece of ass there." Blaine couldn't believe he just said that out aloud. To Sam. And that Sam's response was a grin and stealing a kiss.
It felt fantastic when Blaine didn't think of it and just went with it. But of course it wasn't real even if it was. Sam wasn't his boyfriend. Sam didn't love him. No, Sam used him and Blaine had agreed to that.
How mature and absolutely not masochistic of him.
The next day (Thursday already – oh my God!) Kitty walked up to his locker. Her face wasn't pretty.
"Listen, dandy boy, here's my peace offering: If you give me the role and join the Cheerios again you can have all your rooms back."
"Uhm, that's kind of a bigger claim than it started with. And if I was willing to join the Cheerios I could just do it and have back the rooms without giving you the role."
Kitty rolled her eyes and stepped closer still.
"Okay, now here's my real peace offering: You give me the role and I'll help you get rid of the Coach."
"And why would you do that?" Blaine crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.
"Because I deserve this role and Coach Sylvester has shown me no cooperation at all even after I served all her needs for the whole year now. This isn't what I call a co-partnership…"
"Isn't she superior to you?"
"…so if you agree I can tell you the time and place of something you could use against her. She'd have no other option than to take back her blackmailing if you have something against her, too."
"How do I know you're not making this up for the sake of getting the role?"
"You don't. You have to trust me on that."
Blaine blinked in confusion but Kitty only smirked and went away.
