AN: At this point, I'm finding it a little bit more difficult to write, so if chapters come a little bit slower, that is why. I've modeled Blaine's character after myself and what would be going through my head, but Sam is an enigma to me. It is definitely not easy to write for a character after you've changed a huge part of who they are. Don't fret, I'm still continuing on with the story. The next few chapters are going to be very interesting and I'm sure you'll all love them.
By the time we were all done cleaning, it was about 7:30 in the morning. Yesterday was one of the greatest I'd ever had. Within 36 hours I'd gone from wanting to kill myself to feeling closer to Artie, Tina, Brittany, and especially Sam, than I had ever before. Nobody was looking forward to going back to school the next day and we all just wanted to go home and crash even though it was going to be a beautiful day.
Sam's confession still had me a little shocked. I couldn't believe it, he's gay! I guess that made the kiss a little less awkward then, but I still wanted to know how he had felt about it. Since the two of us came in the same car the night before, that meant we'd have to leave together. We stayed behind until everyone left, Artie being the last one. We helped Artie get all of his things into his mom's van and soon enough he was off and it was Sam and I alone.
"Well buddy," Sam said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "let's get out of here. I'm beat." We walked back to his truck and threw our stuff in the back. It was nice not having to be crammed in between Sam and Ryder, but part of me still wanted to sit close to Sam. Sam started the truck and I stared blankly out the window, the events of the past 36 hours playing back through my head. It was amazing how much had happened and I wouldn't have believed it myself unless it had happened to me. There I was, on the verge of death and now I'm sitting in a truck with a boy that literally saved my life and then some. He brought back the happiness to my life that disappeared after Kurt broke up with me. I looked over at Sam and he was in his own world, jamming out to the radio. I didn't recognize the song, but Sam looked so adorable tapping away on his steering wheel like he was playing miniature drums. Why had I never seen this part of him before? I guess sometimes tragedy, or in this case, near tragedy, really does bring people together.
Before I knew it, Sam was turning onto my street and pulling up in front of my house. We both got out of the truck and he helped me bring my stuff back into my house. He was such a gentleman, it was no wonder why everyone loved him. It was hard to find caring people nowadays, but here was one right in front of me.
"Hey Sam, thanks a lot for everything. I had a blast last night and feel a lot better after opening up. I promise I'll find a way to repay you."
"Blaine, you already have," he smirked. What did he mean by that? "Anyway, I've gotta get going, I feel so dirty and my hair is greasier than ever. I'll need like, a 25 minutes shower before I can feel clean again." I couldn't help but chuckle. Sam always seemed like the kind of guy that liked getting dirty, but I guess I was completely wrong. Then again, I'd been wrong about a lot of things with Sam clearly.
"Hey, listen. My mom is going to be out for a while today because of work. Why don't you come over and we can just chill out here all day. We can order food and just watch movies or something." I really wanted to spend more time with Sam, get to know him a little more. He already knew so much about me.
"That sounds great! Give me a little while to run home, shower and change into something a little more comfortable. I didn't expect it to be this warm today. I'll text you when I'm getting ready to leave my house."
We said good-bye and he turned around and walked back to his truck. I stood there in the open door watching him walk away. He carried himself with pride about finally coming out to us. He even looked cute from behind, his broad shoulders, muscular torso, and that butt. He got to the other side of his truck and waved at me, knocking me back into reality. I waved back and shut the door. Damn, he was beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with him and was more excited than ever before.
Just as I finished re-gelling my hair after my shower, there was a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat knowing that Sam was right on the other side of it. I couldn't wait to spend the entire day with him. I promised myself that I wouldn't try to kiss him again, I wouldn't even bring it up. Today was just going to be two friends hanging out and trying to relax after one really crazy weekend. It was exactly what we both needed.
I didn't want to make it seem like I was overly excited for Sam to show up, so I waited a few seconds before I went and opened the door. When I finally did, Sam was leaning against the railing wearing a gray tanktop and blue basketball shorts. I suddenly felt overdressed with my clean, white polo and signature bowtie. I guess I had been thinking that this was going to be a date when I got out of the shower. Nothing I could do about that now I guess. "Come on in Sam, make yourself at home." I gestured for Sam to walk inside and found myself staring at his muscular arms as he walked inside. Something told me that trying not to make a move on him was going to be a lot harder than I expected.
Sam followed me into the living room and we both sat down on the couch. I didn't want things to seem to awkward, so I waited for him to sit down and then I sat down at the other end so there was about a foot and a half of space between us. I just had to keep telling myself to look, but don't touch. We scrolled through a list of movies on Netflix, not being able to find one that we could both agree on. Eventually, we decided to just have a Harry Potter marathon, even though we'd both seen them all like fifty times. We ordered enough pizza to last us the entire day and as we were waiting for it, I could tell Sam was looking at me.
"Blaine, why do you always dress so nice? Every time I see you, you're always in a polo or a dress shirt. Do you ever just bum out?" I couldn't help but laugh at the question. He did have a point, nobody ever really did see me bumming out.
"Well yea, but my idea of bumming out is laying in bed all day naked. So if I bummed out on a regular basis, I'd probably get arrested for indecent exposure or something." Sam spat out some of his soda as he started laughing.
"Oh shit, I'll clean that up." Sam stood up and looked around the kitchen for paper towels. "Blaine where the hell do you guys hide the paper towels?"
"They are in the cabinet under the sink." Sure enough, Sam had found them and walked back into the living room with the entire roll. He laid a few pieces on the spill and patted it dry. Most of the soda didn't land on the carpet, but all over Sam's tanktop. It stuck to his body and I could see the lines between his abs. "I can throw that in the wash quick. Shouldn't take too long to get the soda out of it."
Sam didn't hesitate and in a matter of seconds his tanktop was off and he was throwing it at me. If I hadn't been admiring his physique, I would have caught it without a problem. But there was Sam, standing in my house, the upper half of his body exposed. What was I thinking offering to wash his shirt? I knew that that was what was going to be underneath and now its going to be a thousand times harder to not just touch him. "Thanks man." Sam plopped back down on the couch and leaned on the edge with his head resting on his fist. His bicep bulged in front of me and I immediately had to turn around because something of my own was beginning to bulge.
I ran down into the laundry room and threw Sam's shirt in with everything else that was already there. I guess mom wanted me to do some of this today but forgot to leave a note. Ah well. I turned the dials to the right settings and started up the washing machine. I saw a clean t-shirt sitting on the steps and decided that Sam probably wouldn't want to just sit in my house without a shirt on. As I walked back into the living, Sam wasn't on the couch. Instead, he was at the door, I guess our pizza finally showed up. I was surprised that he just answered it without having a shirt on. It was kinda hot that he was so comfortable with himself to do that. He turned around and pushed the door closed with his hip.
He looked at the shirt in my hand and asked "Is that for me?" He sat the pizza boxes down on the table and took the shirt from my hands. He unfolds it and looks at it. He smirked and threw it across the room. "I relax best when I'm not wearing a lot of clothes. If I didn't think it would make you feel uncomfortable, I'd drop my pants right now." I instantly felt the blood rushing to my cheeks at the thought of Sam standing stark naked in my house. I was surprised at how forward Sam was being. Would he have said the same thing a few days ago when we weren't as close as we are now? I could feel my cheeks turning redder as Sam walked over to me. "Blaine, you've gotta relax a little bit. Quit worrying about dressing so nice all the time. Its just you and me here, you don't have to play dress-up for me. Now go change into something else or else I'm really going to feel like a bum."
"Sam, are you feeling okay?" I asked him. This wasn't like the Sam I knew. Sam was being way too flirty. I mean, I know he did just come out and everything, but things were moving a little too fast. I mean, it was literally just a day and a half ago that he saved me from killing myself. I did really like Sam and everything, but slow and steady wins the race.
"I've never been better Blaine. I finally feel free and I want to enjoy that feeling before I have to worry about telling everybody else." He smirked and pushed me out of the room. "Now don't come back until you've changed." I stood there for a second not knowing exactly what to think. I wasn't sure if I liked the new Sam. He was being awfully demanding that I change. Maybe he was right though, I did need to loosen up a bit.
I walked up the stairs and into my room. If this was the game Sam wanted to play, then I was just going to have to play along with him.
AN: Have a very happy new year everyone!