The Other List

Okay, so Sam's list had helped him to start kissing his best friend. It was a bit weird, thinking about it. He had wanted to find the ONE, his true love, everything, and instead he went and kissed Blaine. Now, Blaine fitted the list perfectly and it might have been that he was who Sam was looking for but how could he know for sure?

While Blaine was studying again Sam browsed through Mercedes magazines. Or actually it was his magazines now. She had abandoned them. So articles like 'Make sure he stays with you' or 'How do you know he's the one?' were legally Sam's now. She wouldn't let him have a dog so he took her magazines. Ha!

But the best part of it was that Sam didn't even have to change the pronoun. 'He' was totally right! Sam was dating a boy! Or, well, at least he thought they were dating. Kissing every night meant dating, right? Although, coming to think of it, they hadn't gone out or anything. Maybe they weren't even dating!? Maybe it was just a nice distraction from studying for Blaine?

The article suggested Sam should not put out too often to make Blaine stay. Come again? Sam never put out, tsk. Instead the magazine advised him to plan a romantic night every now and then but also reserve time to talk about feelings.

The second article gave Sam a list to check. Oh, he was good with lists!

Do you have butterflies in your tummy when you see him?

Does he compliment you?

Does he bring you flowers?

Can you see yourself bearing his children in the future?

Are you two flirting all the time?

Have you talked about dreams and feelings and found that you fit together perfectly?

And last but not least: Is the sex satisfying?

Sam blushed a little at the last question. No magazine ever was allowed to ask such a personal question! Tsk. Wait, so this article said sex was important and the one before said Sam shouldn't put out all the time. What was true now?

Sam got out a pencil and paper and started to answer the questions. To know the answer to the first he went upstairs and knocked against Blaine's door.

"What?"

Blaine might have said 'what' but what he actually meant was 'I love you and you can annoy me whenever you want' so Sam went in. Then he stood in the door and watched Blaine while also noticing what his stomach was doing. He was hungry. He could use some water, too.

"Sam, is it important?" Blaine turned his head and his brown eyes met Sam's. Now Sam's stomach did something weird like a loop? His appetite vanished and instead he wanted to kiss Blaine. But what did it mean?

"Yes. I'm doing a quiz", Sam said. He went to sit on Blaine's bed and wrote 'rollercoaster, counts too!' under point number one.

"A quiz…? Sam, my exam is coming up and it's really important…"

"I will not bother you", Sam said and added very quietly: "Much."

Second question. Did Blaine compliment him?

"Blaine? What do you think of my hair?" Sam asked.

"Mh? It's great", Blaine mumbled without looking up. Yup, compliment! Sam grinned and wrote YES under number two.

Damn, now flowers. Blaine had never brought Sam flowers (in the five days they had started kissing). There was no point in denying it. Sam had to answer it with 'no'.

Number four. Sam had never really viewed himself as a child bearer. He knew it was possible for men after they had survived an alien abduction but that wasn't necessarily top on his list. So another 'no'. Damn it.

But five! Oh yeah, flirting always went down. Like now.

"Hey, Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"You have so… uh… you are… like… really great."

"Thanks."

Check! Flirting done!

Now, dreams and feelings.

"Blaine?"

A moan. It was the sexiest answer Blaine could have given him.

"What are your dreams for the future?"

"Oh, I don't know… passing my exam?" Blaine sounded really annoyed.

"Geez, I can ask a question, can't I?"

Guess the question about Blaine's feelings was unnecessary now. Sam knew Blaine was feeling pissed. So he wrote 'yes' under number six.

What only left the sex question. How would Sam know, seriously? Should he seduce Blaine now or what?

"Sam, one hour, okay? Then I'm all yours. But now I really need to study", Blaine said.

"One hour?"

Blaine nodded. "Maybe two."

Before Sam would go he could just ask if they were dating. What was bad about wanting to know? It showed that he was interested, right? But somehow when Sam opened his mouth nothing came out. What if Blaine said no? That wouldn't be good.

"Uh, should I, like, order a pizza?" Sam asked instead.

"Not for now. Three more hours", Blaine said. Sam lifted his finger.

"Stop talking! Every time you say something you add one hour!"

"Well, after studying I also need to take a relaxing bath."

"For one hour?" Sam frowned. But then he realized it. Yes, of course! Blaine was planning on seducing Sam! He wanted them to bath together, uuh!

Now there were definitively some butterflies and/or ants in his tummy as Sam left the room. But was he really ready for it? All naked with Blaine? Mh… there was only one way to find out.

Two hours later.

Sam knocked against Blaine's door. "Okay, the time is up! I set an alarm on my clock so no excuses."

Blaine opened a door with a big frown on his face. "Thanks, Rachel."

"I'm Sam! Oh my God, oh my God, how dare you think I'm Rachel when we are about to –" Sam bit his lip. He realized that Blaine was in his bathing robe and wondered if he was naked underneath it.

"Have you already ordered the pizza?" Blaine asked.

"Mh, no."

"Well, go on then. I'm with you in half an hour, okay?" Blaine put a hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezed it and went past him to the bathroom. The door got locked from the inside.

Sam stared at it. "Huh, no sex then", he mumbled. Until now the answers he had gathered were four Yes and two No so chances were good the sex question could be answered with yes, too. In any case Yes would win and Sam knew already Blaine was the right one for him!

He hurried downstairs to order pizza. It was okay if they didn't have sex tonight; Sam shouldn't put out too much anyway. He needed to make sure Blaine was staying with him. Or, well, first find out on what page they were.

"Here are fifteen dollars, keep the change, hey, can I ask you something?" Sam said as the pizza boy arrived. It was a young student with pimples.

"Uhm, yes?" he said.

"Okay, look, how do you ask your… girlfriend, well, if you she is your girlfriend? How do you ask someone if you are dating or not?"

The boy blushed. "Uh, I don't know that."

"Are you sure about that? Are you really sure?" Sam put on an earnest expression because he knew for sure everybody was better in relationship questions than he was.

"Just… go on and ask her." The pizza boy turned around and left. Without forewarning. Sam rolled his eyes, closed the door and brought the pizzas to the living room table. They would watch a movie. Maybe tonight Sam could choose a romantic one.

But damn, they didn't have such a thing. Why hadn't Mercedes left some behind? What good would living with a girl would bring if not getting her stuff when she moved out? But ha, that was the solution! Sam found a candle with angels on it in the cupboard. He put it on the table, lightened it and felt like Christmas. Huh, maybe he should turn the angel side away. Okay, better.

"I'm so tired, you won't believe it." Blaine yawned as he came downstairs. He wore his pajamas already and his hair was ungelled, and as he sat down next to Sam he radiated a nice fresh scent of jasmine.

"And I'm so hungry! Mm!"

Sam figured they better eat before they talk. So for half an hour they did that while watching Sherlock BBC. After a while Blaine sighed contently and snuggled up to Sam. That was his start signal.

"So, uhm, Blaine?"

"Mh?"

Just go for it the pizza boy had said. So Sam would do exactly that.

"I was wondering if we, uh… are dating? Because we have kissed a lot lately and I really like that and I like to think you like it, too."

"I do like it, Sam, I do." Blaine patted Sam's chest.

"But?"

Now Blaine lifted his head to look at Sam. "But I'm waiting for your freak out every day. You have never even looked at another guy before."

"So are we dating?"

Blaine sighed and looked at Sam for a few seconds.

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes, Blaine!"

"Well, guess we are then." Blaine smiled and pressed his warm mouth against Sam's. And just for now, Sam could live without answering question number seven.

The end