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Chapter 8 – Comic Con

"Where do all those people come from?", Sam stated unbelievingly. They had checked in to their hotel, gone to the Convention building and one could not turn around without bumping into someone else. It was crowded like nothing Blaine had ever seen before.

It took an hour to just get in. But they chatted with so many fellow comic and film nerds that time didn't really felt like passing at all.

Before Blaine could tell it was already evening and the speakers announced the end of the day.

"That was awesome! And pretty exhausting", Sam said as they came back to their hotel room. He fell down on his side of the bed and shut his eyes.

"So you don't want to attend the night programme?", Blaine asked, reading mentioned programme. Friday and Saturday night had partys on the menu, for anybody who never got enough of socialising.

"No, just take it slow... tomorrow maybe", Sam said, eyes still closed. Blaine watched him sitting on his own bedside and couldn't help but smiling. Yes, he felt tired and exhausted too, this was no comparison to the weekend on the countryside with Nick. But he also felt so fulfilled and happy, he could jump around and easily dance the whole night if Sam wanted him to. Because Sam. Blaine felt so alive just being with him. How could he ever think he could lay back in their friendship? This was all he needed.


The next day was even more exhausting. They attended to stage talks, waited about three hours in line for a two seconds photo-shoot with Robert Downey Jr., got some comic books and souvenirs (Blaine bought them for Sam as a part of his appology) and even got lost trying to find the way out of the building.

Then they ate in their hotel refectory and later decided to take a look at the party.

As expected it was as full as during the day, people crowding everywhere. Some even still in their costumes.

"Dude! I'm gonna buy you a drink, it's the least I can do after you bought the tickets, paid the room and got me all that stuff!", Sam shouted over the music.

Blaine stayed at the cocktail table where they were standing and watched the people around him. None of the boys he had talked to during the day was to be seen.

Sam was back one minute later – without glasses. He leaned to Blaine's ear.

"One glass champagne is like five dollars and it would take forever till the barkeeper notices me. Are you okay with accepting drinks that come from a supermarket?"

"You don't have to do that", Blaine shouted back. Sam shook his head and approached his ear again and Blaine suddenly knew what the sense of all that noise was – getting closer to your crush. His stomach flattered even more when Sam laid a hand on his shoulder while speaking.

"I want to", he said.

"Okay", Blaine said because that was all he could say. Sam nodded to the exit and started to go. Blaine followed him, and when other people started to urge between them he reflexively grabbed Sam's arm. Sam quickly glanced around and pulled his arm away but Blaine hadn't time to be disappointed because Sam simply took his hand and lead the way.

As loud as the music was nothing could prevail over the blood rush in Blaine's ears right now. It shouldn't have felt that good, it shouldn't have send all that sparks through his whole body. Being naked with Nick had never been as exciting as holding Sam's hand. And that was really pathetic.

It ended as soon as they'd left the room but Blaine was high on adrenalin now. He felt like giggling like a school girl and secretly let that out when Sam rushed to the bathroom before they left the Con building.

In the supermarket he wanted to buy a bottle of champagne himself but Sam wouldn't let him.

"Drinks are on me, Blaine, seriously! What else do you want? This?" He pulled out a Whisky bottle and read the label.

"One bottle will be enough, won't it?"

"Dude, I have enough money to buy two bottles", Sam said.

"No, I didn't mean it like that, it's just... we will get drunk if we drink all of that."

"What, you can't hold your liquor, Anderson?" Sam chuckled and went to the check-out with both bottles and some chips.

"What now, we can't go back into the Convention Center with the bottles", Blaine said as he carried a brown paper bag through the streets. It was dark already and not very warm, they had a lousy spring.

Sam had pulled up his hood and tried to convince everybody that he was a bad boy. Blaine tried not to laugh at that attempt, knowing that Sam was the kindest and gentlest boy that ever existed.

"Hotel lobby?", he said.

"No, they expect us to buy our drinks there, too."

"Then our room it is."

"Don't you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"There are no other people, it wouldn't feel like a party", Blaine said.

"We can put on some music."

"Well... yeah", Blaine made. His legs were weak as if he'd already drunken the whole bottle champagne. Alone with Sam. Could this get any better? But he had to restrain himself, not drink too much, not that he ended up telling Sam things the blond boy didn't want to hear.

Or rather wanted to hear but couldn't respond the way Blaine wanted him to.

As soon as they were in the room Sam switched on the TV and searched for a music channel. The he got glasses out of the bar, two champagne flutes and two shot glasses. Blaine sat down in front of the bed, leaning against it, and watched his adorable friend.

"Here's to us! And the Con! Thank you man, for everything", Sam said, giving him a filled flute. Blaine took it and clinked against Sam's.

"My pleasure!"

They took some sips and Sam put his glass back on the table. He opened the bag of potato chips and ate a few, then jumped around the room in tune with the music, singing along. Blaine sighed happily. Why couldn't life always be like that?

"Okay, next on the menu..." Sam opened the Whisky bottle and filled the shot glasses.

"Are you insane?", Blaine laughed. He accepted the glas and drank it with one sip, taking the burning of it like a man. Funny enough, after that he felt like dancing himself.

After some more shots and sips from the champagne it got really hot in the room and Blaine opened a window. The incoming air felt cold and clean, he inhaled it deeply.

A new song started and caused Blaine to jerk around.

"No way!"

"Way!" Sam cried, clapping his hands together and jumped to Blaine to pull him more into the room.

They were actually playing 'Wake me up before you go-go' by Wham! Blaine and Sam sang along, knowing the lyrics all too well from Glee club some time before. Okay, maybe this time involved a lot more giggling and laughing than the Glee club performance.

When the song ended Sam let himself drop on the floor, cracking up with laughter. Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had seen Sam loosen up and actually being happy what only made him realise that the last months hadn't been as bright for both of them. And the future... but no, he didn't want to think about that tonight, tonight was all for happy thoughts.

He sat down next to Sam, arms touching, and gasped for air. A cold breeze came from the window and he sucked it in, feeling its cold on his warm cheeks.

Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulders and was pulled closer to Sam. After the initial shock he relaxed and let his head rest on Sam's chest, listening to the boys fast heartbeat. Out of a drunken knee-jerk reaction he grabbed Sam's hand that was lying on his legs. It was warm, just as his own hand. Sam locked their fingers, his thumb stroking over Blaine's and he rested his chin on Blaine's head, sighing heavily.

"Too much alcohol", he said.

"It was your idea", Blaine mumbled.

"I didn't say I regret it."

Blaine turned his head a bit to nuzzle into Sam's chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the boy's scent. In the back of his head someone said something about keeping up borders. He couldn't care less. His body felt relaxed, Sam was cosy and exciting at the same time and held his freaking hand. This was not something Blaine would repel, drunken or sober.

And now his other hand left Blaine's shoulder, slowly wandering to his neck and into his hair, stroking it. Blaine felt a shiver going through his body, through his chest and stomach and... other parts.

"Sam", he mumbled in an attempt to tell his friend that this was too much. But was it? Actually... whatever Sam felt needed doing. And it felt so good when someone played with his hair. Well, not that he often let someone do this because...

Blaine jerked back. "My hair! What are you doing?"

Sam laughed, but his hand retreated. Luckily it stayed on Blaine's back.

"It's okay, it's still good", Sam said. Then he removed both his hands from Blaine's and got up, leaving Blaine without his human pillow. He pulled his knees up and laid his arms on them, face right on top.

"Don't give up now, there's at least another two shots for both of us", Sam said.

"I'm tired", Blaine said into his knees.

"And that's just why you have to drink. Do you know the time? Yeah that's right, nine o'clock. You can't sleep already", Sam said.

"It feels like two am, don't lie to me."

Somebody tugged on Blaine's arm. He gave in and stood up, breathing in and focusing on the environment. Sam's face was in front of him.

"Blaine?", he said, holding his hand with a glass in it higher up so Blaine would see it. And Blaine took it. The truth was if he went to sleep now everything would be over. Tomorrow was the parting ceremony in the Convention Center and after that they would drive back to Lima. And his head was feeling so warm and fuzzy, it was easy to pretend that his life and all the worries were non-existent and only the now counted.

He took a shot.

And the next one.

"Ahhh... right, that was it!" Sam held up an empty bottle and laughed as if he just had reached a life goal. But the next second he stumbled a few feet back.

"Woah! Okaaay."

Blaine also went back a few steps, to sit down on the bed.

"Open a window, would you?", he said.

"It's already open."

"Oh."

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"I will never get into college. Never. I know it. My scores, I... I'm just too dumb." Sam was sitting in the middle of the room now, running a hand over his face. Blaine would've gone to him but that would've required moving his legs and that just wasn't an option right now.

"Damn it, Sam, stop it. You will get the best scholarship ever. I will take care of that personally."

"That's not possible", Sam whined.

"I swear to you", Blaine started. His stomach kicked in to interrupt and made him sick for a few seconds. Maybe he shouldn't have drunken the last two shots. The floor seemed to rotate.

"You are so nice to me. Why are you so nice to me? It's not like I deserve it."

"Stop it", Blaine said again. He glided onto the floor and crawled to Sam, and he had never done anything more physically exhausting. Tomorrow he would feel sore that much was clear.

Sam was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. When Blaine reached him he turned his head and slowly lifted his arms. Blaine let himself be dragged down, hitting the floor with one shoulder and Sam with the other. He shifted so he lay on the side, facing Sam, but found that this hurt his shoulder. So he rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, too.

This time it was Sam who reached for his hand. Blaine turned to look at him but the blond had his eyes closed now.

"Didn't we drink to not fall asleep?", Blaine said.

"Yeah", Sam muttered. "I'm not sleeping. I'm concentrating."

"I think we really need to open a window", Blaine said. He pulled back his hand and sat up, stood up (it took some time) and then walked to the window. Mysteriously it was already wide open. So why did he feel hotter by the minute?

"The sparkly thing!", Sam said. Blaine turned around, seeing that his friend was up, too.

"What?"

"Was it empty, too?"

"The champagne? I don't know... but you really shouldn't..."

"The room service menu!" Sam held a card up high. Blaine shook his head and went to sit down on the bed again. For a few minutes he watched Sam pointing out his new-found love for old things like "the chair!" or "the TV!" Then he sat down next to Blaine (after pointing at him "my friend!") and hugged him, nose buried in Blaine's neck.

Blaine put his hand on Sam's arm and huddled against him. Sam's breath in his neck made him shudder. Then Sam sat back a little, meeting his eyes.

"Don't be mad at me", he said.

"Why should I?", Blaine answered.

"That's why", Sam whispered, then closed the distance between them. Blaine only knew what was happening after some seconds feeling hot wet lips on his own. His mind was the first to catch up, he thought 'Sam is kissing me!' without actually being able to do anything. The feeling set in one second later, and his body went even weaker than all alcohol could ever have accomplished. His fingers clawed into Sam's arm, his other hand wandered to his chest as if to push him back. But he didn't. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, and once started it developed some life of its own.

He nudged against Sam's lips and got nudged back, and it got wetter, and he felt Sam's body so close but not close enough. This should end. Fingers stroke his neck. Blaine moved towards Sam, feeling his rib cage breath fast against his. This wasn't right. They were drunk. Why was Sam not freaked out by now?

He let slip a moan to release heat or tension or anything but it just got worse. Because for it he had opened his mouth and suddenly Sam was in there, too, in him. Blaine moved closer, even closer, opening his mouth wider, wanting to feel Sam everywhere. Wait, didn't he plan to end this madness? There were hands on his back, dangerously low and somehow Sam's legs were beneath him now.

It was the fall that finally stopped it. Blaine had actually climbed on Sam's lap and the blond had leaned back, maybe intending to lie down gently. But he hadn't control over his balance and fell back onto the bed, separating from Blaine who fell sideways.

"Uff!", Sam made, breathing heavily and running both hands over his face. Blaine too tried to catch his breath. Their legs were still entwined and he didn't want to break the contact but he also wouldn't let anything happen anymore.

"I'm so sorry, Sam", he said as soon as he could talk. Regret was floating through his head into his throat and lower, cooling his body like a cold shower. Yes, they could blame in on the alcohol but what would it mean for their friendship?

"I'm sorry, too."

Blaine took Sam's hand and squeezed it, finally pulling back his legs. Sam turned his head to look him in the eye.

"I don't – I just wanted to know how it felt", Sam said. "I didn't want to lead you on. But you are in love with Nick now, right? I don't want to hurt you, Blaine."

"It's okay", Blaine said. His lips were tingling and his heart actually sank into his boots. Had he really thought Sam had changed his mind? Not that he had had much time to think but somehow this was what he had assumed. Of course Sam hadn't. Sam was straight.

"It's okay", he repeated for himself. Yes, he had Nick. He wouldn't be alone.

But then why did his heart feel as if he was the loneliest person on earth?


A/N Oh come on don't tell me you didn't expect the kiss ;-D