Author's Note: This is the first chapter in what will be released very quickly over the next few days. Please be aware that due to a very busy schedule, I'm not currently revising past a quick look over before I post. Forgive me for any major grammar or spelling errors or just flat out choppy writing. Once I get the story out and posted I'll be doing a heavy editing for these issues. Until then, continue to enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, their characters, setting, or plot. All of those belong to Ryan Murphy, FOX, and their affiliates.
Chapter 7 – The Refusal
Blaine
They say that laughter is the best medicine. For Sam, it was absolutely true. Laughter and video games actually. Who would've guessed? The first full day Sam spent at my house was intense to say the least. The hot tub the night before seemed to help Sam's health quite a bit. He thought of every water-related impression he could think of which sent both of us into fits of laughter. Nothing beats his impression of the tiny Finding Nemo turtle, Squirt. ("Fin, Noggin', Duuude!")
Sleeping next to him felt great, as always, but that night he was burning up. I woke up next to him, my chest stuck to his bare back. I could tell he was fevering up again, but I didn't have it in me to wake him up. Even with nothing but the moonlight creeping into the room, I could see his face flushed red along with his neck and chest. I put a cool towel on his forehead, stroked his hair as carefully as I could not to wake him up, and lay back down next to him. It took me forever to fall back asleep as I watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He tossed a bit, even woke up and smiled at me in a sleepy daze before closing his eyes again. It wasn't until I saw the sun creeping up that I finally fell back asleep.
"Good morning handsome," I heard as Sam leaned over me. I opened my eyes to see his green eyes staring overhead.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Better. Someone was taking care of me last night," he teased.
"You're welcome," I said before letting out a big yawn.
"Thank you," he whispered before leaning in for a kiss. Our lips met before I turned my head to the side to avoid his lips.
"Sam, no! I have morning breath." He turned my head back towards him.
"Hey! I'll kiss you whenever I want, morning breath or not." Of course he'd use my own line against me. He leaned down again for a kiss and I lingered, biting his bottom lip before letting go.
"We have a very important mission this week," he said, pulling our summer list from his wallet on the nightstand. "I brought the game and we have to make sure we check off number 2 – Beat Assassin's Creed 2 – off of our list."
"Sounds like a plan. You want to just go solo mode and pass it off between each other as we go?" I asked.
"Nailed it! Exactly what I was thinking," Sam said. "You can start us off and I'll jump in when you get tired. If we work in shifts, we could beat it in a few days." He gave me a high five before exclaiming "Blam!"
"You better not high five me after we finish number…4," I said, looking at this list.
"I won't. Besides, we've got work to do before we hit number 4. Like make this video game my bitch," he said. "And with a plan like ours, it'll be done in no time."
The plan was perfect for about two days until the last thing I wanted to do was look at that video game again. Not to mention the fact that video games gave Sam some kind of Tourette's. He never got aggressive unless he was playing video games. After listening to him shouting obscenities for two days, I was over it. Finally, I brought up the list again.
"You know I've been thinking about this list. We still have to throw a kickass party. Why not throw it here?" I mentioned as Sam swung his avatar above the rooftops of Rome.
"You really want to do that?" asked Sam, his eyes never leaving the TV in my family room. Usually I stayed in my bedroom or the basement recreational room, but without my parents, I liked to stay in the main floor. It made me feel more central in the house where I could hear what was going on in almost the entire house. It was the heart of the home and without my parents around, I could actually enjoy it.
"Why wouldn't I want to?" I asked. "We've got a huge house, a pool, hot tub, grill, fire pit…I've got the makings of a sick party."
"I just figured you'd want to lay low, especially after the other night…YOU COCKSUCKER!" I rolled my eyes. "Sorry."
"It's cool," I said. "If I know my parents, they're enjoying their trip and not even thinking about me back here. I figure now is better than never. We'll invite everyone and just have a good time. Besides, it doesn't have to be a big party with a lot of people. Just an awesome party with people we both actually like to hang out with."
"You know me, if you want to do this, I'm all for it."
"Good, because if I have to keep playing this game, I'm gonna blow my brains out," I admitted. He laughed out loud.
"Which is funny because I can't get enough," he said.
"Are you mad?" I asked with a tense look on my face.
"What? Why would I be mad?" he asked. "FUCKER!"
"I know I promised we'd go in shifts, I don't want you to think I'm bailing out on you."
"Well you are bailing out on me, but no I'm not mad. I'm not going to make you do anything that isn't fun for you."
"You sure?"
"Yes!" he said emphatically. "Why don't you go see who we can get together for a party and I'll join you once I finish up this part."
"Oh finding the people for this party is just the beginning. You've got to have a theme, food, drinks, decorations. You just keep playing, I'm gonna get the planning process started," I explained to him.
"You're so gay, dude."
"And you love me anyways," I said as I got up and gave him a kiss.
"SONOFABITCH!" he yelled in the middle of our kiss. I jumped back and he realized what he did. He slammed on the pause button and threw the controller down. "I'm sorry!" he said through a fit of laughter. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said, getting up and coming toward me.
"You scared the hell of me," I said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he said putting his hands on my cheeks and pulling me in for another kiss. "See, I can kiss normal, see?" I laughed.
"Better than normal." I kissed him back. "Alright, those traitors aren't going to assassinate themselves," I added. "Get to it."
"I'll try to not get too into this time." I laughed out loud.
"Good luck with that. Spoiler alert – it doesn't work."
It didn't work.
Three days later, Sam was still engulfed in the game. I almost had to drag him away from the TV just to get a shower and eat something before everyone got to my house for the party that night. "Go get a shower and I'll make some dinner. You can't drink without eating beforehand."
"I ate!" he protested.
"You ate Doritos, Sam! That doesn't count as a meal!"
"Whatever you say, Mom." He turned around and ran up the stairs as I rolled my eyes. Only three short hours later, Sam was showered and fresh, we both had eaten dinner, and he was back on the couch in the family room playing the game.
"They should be here soon," I told him as I stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Babe, I'm so close to the end. I could beat this game tonight," he said with intensity in his voice. I laughed as his fingers glided over the controller's buttons and joysticks. The doorbell rang and my heart leapt at the chance to have a conversation with someone who looked me in the eyes instead of a TV. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset at Sam. I just missed hearing him talk to me directly. I missed his eyes.
"Hey buddy," Finn said once I opened the door. His tall frame took up the door and Rachel stood next to him, her arm around his waist. She walked in and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for having us, Blaine!" she said. "I've always wanted to see your house."
"Come on in," I said stepping away to let them in, trying not to think too hard into her statement. I had always felt uneasy about my parent's money, but I was sure she didn't mean anything by it. "I set up the kitchen and family room," I said, pointing in the direction of where Sam had just had another outburst. "Sam is almost finished beating Assassin's Creed 2."
"No way!" exclaimed Finn. "Awesome!" He practically bolted to the family room and disappeared.
"Us and our men," Rachel said, shaking her head. I laughed.
"How did we get so lucky?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes, but then stopped, giving me a sneaky glance. We both knew we were truly lucky, no matter how obsessed our boyfriends were with video games.
"I'm here!" I spun around the see Kurt standing in a Beyonce-like pose in the doorframe. Mercedes laughed and pushed him inside the house.
"Hey guys!" I exclaimed, giving each of them a hug. "I'm so excited you guys are here! Why don't we head outside? I started a fire and put food out."
"You started a fire?" Kurt asked.
"Oh, in the fire pit," I clarified.
"And here I thought you were Blaine Anderson, master arsonist," he said. Mercedes laughed and gave him a little shove.
"No Kurt, he only started a fire in your heart," she teased. The blood flooded into his face turning it a bright red.
"That was a long time ago!"
"Aw," I said, trying to slide over the awkwardness. "I'm flattered."
"Shut up," he said with a slight smile. "Can we just go outside?"
"Follow me," I told them as we walked out the back hallway onto the patio. I swore I heard Kurt hiss a death threat at Mercedes, but I didn't turn around to find out. After getting them settled outside, I went in to turn on the music over the speakers. They were disguised in plastic rocks that blended in with the landscaping. Before I knew it, "Call Me Maybe" was playing over the speakers and Rachel and Kurt screamed with glee before they got up and started dancing. I got back outside and saw Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and Puck unlatching the gate from the side driveway into the backyard. Puck barely said hi before he saw Finn and Sam inside with the game controllers and ran for it. Only five minutes behind them were Mike, Tina, and Artie.
Before I knew it, it had been two hours and I had been steadily drinking. The music was rocking, the girls (and Kurt) were dancing, the guys were inside finishing up their video game, and everyone was having a blast. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of myself for throwing an awesome party. Not that it was a huge party, but everyone was there and we were together. I was on a great buzz when Mike pounded on the family room window motioning for us. I got up to see what was going on, but Mike opened the door and called out to us.
"He's going to do it! He's almost done with the game!" I practically ran into the family room with the girls not far behind me (except for Kurt and Rachel who sauntered over.)
"I'm doing it, babe!" Sam called over to me. Clearly I wasn't the only one who had been drinking. Finn and Puck were standing behind the couch cheering him on in their bro-like way. I sat on the arm of the couch next to Sam.
"You got this!" I told him, excited to see him do it. Another summer adventure done, another item off our list complete. Not to mention I'd get my boyfriend back. No sooner had I said it that Sam started shouting, finally crescendoing into a final cheer as he finished the level. He jumped up and shouted out a deep sound that came from his chest. I jumped up with him and cheered with everyone.
"THAT'S RIGHT!" he yelled, punching the air. "FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!" He turned and gave Finn and Puck the old bro-hug before turning to me.
"Congratulations," I said, leaning in for a kiss. The group laughed and Sam smiled through our kiss. "Leave it to us to gay up video games," I told him. He laughed and turned back to the group, letting out a whoop. Everyone cheered again until we realized the game was playing video behind us and Sam yelled for everyone to shut up. While he watched, the girls dispersed back outside and we stayed until the video was over. I could feel the intensity in the air and loved it.
"Is this Rachel's phone?" Finn asked, looking down at the side table behind the couch. He lifted it up and saw a single star on the back of the case. "Hell yeah!" he said, looking outside at the girls dipping their feet in the water at the edge of the pool. He ran outside and we all watched as he pushed her into the pool. I let out a hyena's laugh that only makes appearances when I'm plastered.
Then the night gets hazy. Flashes of events. Picking teams for a game of capture the flag in the woods behind my house, climbing a tree to hang the flag high up, running back to the house and holding "prisoners" in our base. Quinn running back to our base with the other team's flag. All snapshots in the larger evening.
Things started to clear up. Maybe it was the running or that I hadn't drank anything for an hour or so. I rejoiced at us winning the game before I heard a scream and ran into the woods to find who it was. A few yards in, I saw Puck running with the rest of the crew behind him. "Skunk!" he yelled looking more afraid than the girls. I ran with them and when we got back to the yard, everyone else had made it back to the fire pit. I saw Sam standing on the patio with his arms folded.
"We beat you," I said leaning into his chest.
"I would've won if I hadn't been on the opposite team from my boyfriend and best friend," he said with a smirk.
"You need me, huh?" I asked wrapping my arms around him and brushing my fingers through his hair. "Say it! You need me!"
"I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby." I snorted a laugh before brushing my lips to his cheek.
"Come with me, I wanna show you something," I told him.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Just trust me," I said. If I had anything to do with it, we'd be checking off more than one accomplishment off of our list tonight.
"The last time you said that I ended up naked in your pantry." I laughed out loud and led him up the stairs into my bedroom.
"This will be better, I promise," I said. I shut the door behind us and turned around.
"So what do you want to show me?" he asked. I pushed him down on my bed and leapt on top of him, smothering him with my lips. Probably not my smoothest move, but the first time never is. He let out a groan as I kissed him before I moved my lips down his neck.
"Babe, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Making out with my boyfriend," I said before sucking on his neck some more. I reached down to his belt and began fumbling with it.
"Wait, Blaine, stop," he said breathily. I kissed him again, keeping his lips occupied as I made another go at his belt. I unlatched it and snapped the button of his shorts before he stopped me again. "Blaine, no, just wait a second." I pulled my head up and looked at him.
"What?"
"Not now," he said simply before gulping. "We can't do this right now." My emotions rushed and I was floored that he would refuse me.
"What do you mean not now?" I asked. "I'm your boyfriend. You wanted this."
"I am and I do want this, but not this way. Not when you're drunk like this. Not tonight." He lay flat, trying to stay calm, but I could tell he was more than uncomfortable.
"So that's a no?" I asked, still shocked he put an end to it. He nodded. I got up and turned to the door.
"Blaine, don't be mad. I just don't want us to regret it."
"Oh no, Sam, I'm not mad at all!" I shouted as I whipped around. "Why would I be mad? You basically just told me you don't want to touch me."
"That's not true!" Sam said as he got up hurriedly and came toward me. "I love you, I want to be with you –"
"Just not right now?" I interrupted as I backed away from him. "No Sam! If you don't want me, don't fucking come near me!" I wheeled around and reached for the door handle. Sam grabbed my hand .
"Blaine, wait! That's not what I –"
"Don't touch me!" I yelled shaking him off. I turned the doorknob and walked out into the hallway, leaving him behind.
"Blaine, are you serious?" he called after me. I didn't turn around. And I was serious. I was livid. I was hurt. I was embarrassed. How could he refuse me? Well if he didn't want me, I didn't care. I knew exactly what would get under his skin. I knew exactly who would want me. And I knew it would drive Sam crazy.
