Blam week day 3: Famous fic.
Vote Anderson-Evans
"Vote Anderson-Evans! Vote Anderson-Evans!" Sam walked through the school halls and tried to give flyers to students. Most of them didn't even look at him. And he couldn't blame them. The flyer was boring! No one would vote Anderson-Evans because a flyer told them to. Sam had wanted to give away free condoms but somehow Blaine had thought that was not the best idea. And so the flyer had been born.
"Vote Abrams-Pierce!" Artie rolled along at the other end of the hall. Oh, oh, he thought he was so clever! Sam cried a bit louder and cornered a girl from his History class so that she had no other option but to take his flyer.
Normally he wasn't obsessed with winning. Especially since his crush was on the opponent team and he figured he had better chances of getting her when she won. But the last week Sam had hung out too much with Blaine, and that guy was really enthusiastic. Every day they had met. Before that week Sam had only talked to him once in a while because they just didn't have that much in common. Blaine was the gay guy and Sam couldn't think of him without also thinking of Kurt. He had tried to be friends with Kurt but the boy was a bit weird. So Sam had thought Blaine would be the same.
But being at his house every day and listening to his speeches how being president and vice-president would be awesome Sam couldn't help and start to wish they would win. He hadn't even wanted to join the election, not really, as usual he had been doing things to get the girl. It hadn't quite turned out how he wanted but why shouldn't he try and get something out for himself apart from romance? Maybe there was more to life…? Sam was at least ready to give it the benefit of the doubt.
"Vote Anderson-Ev…"
Sam was interrupted by Jacob Ben-Israel who shoved a micro in front of his mouth.
"What do you say about the rumors that the Anderson-Evans team is more than just co-workers?"
"Huh?" Sam looked into the camera. How did this guy manage to have people working for him? He was small and ugly and annoying.
"That you and Anderson are secretly in love? Gaaay love."
Sam frowned. "Is that actually a rumor or did you just made that up?"
"There are quite a few people who want to know that, absolutely." Jacob nodded wildly. Artie came up behind the camera man and grinned way too smug.
Sam cleared his throat. "Well, in that case I am not ashamed to admit that it is true. Me and Blaine Anderson, yup, totally doing it."
"Oh my God! Ladies and gentlemen, what a brave statement. Will Sam Evans be bullied now for more than his huge fish lips and being in Glee club?" Jacob said into the camera while walking away. Sam pulled a grimace to Artie who just shook his head.
"You think that will get you more votes?" Artie asked when the journalist was out of earshot.
"It will get people talking, and that is good", Sam said. "Booya! Your move now, Abrams, bring it on!"
He smirked and gave flyers to some girls who were staring at him in amazement.
"Vote Anderson-Evans!"
Sam got pretty much attention on Monday. And the funniest thing was that mostly girls looked totally dreamy at him. He could have them all now! Just because they thought he was gay.
Totally high from the feeling of being the school's new heartbreaker he sat grinning in the choir room, waiting for Glee to start. His fellow students walked in, and finally Finn arrived. He went to the board and wrote 'new found love' on it.
"Well, first of all…" Finn put the cap on the pen and turned to the class, a dull happy smile on his face. "I want to congratulate Blaine and Sam."
"Dude, we haven't won yet", Sam said with a confused glance at Blaine, who sat in the row behind him.
And yes, he was allowed to address the teacher with 'dude'.
Finn pointed to his writing. "We all have heard that you two found each other and that is truly amazing. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that finding happiness is really everything in life. Should you lose the election you still won because you have each other now."
Sam looked disbelievingly at Finn. Ryder, sitting next to Sam, patted his shoulder.
"Amen!" Joe said. "Even though I haven't thought much about how I stand regarding gay love I have to say I'm glad to see my friends that happy."
"What…" Sam looked around. They all were so supporting and glad for him. Jake winked, Marley put her thumb in the air, Brittany clapped her hands grinningly. Wait, what? Brittany was supposed to be sad about the fact that Sam apparently wasn't single!
"Can we now do songs about sweaters?" she asked Finn.
"No, our motto this week is 'new found love'", Finn said. He tapped with his pen against the board. "We all can use Blaine and Sam's love as an inspiration. Maybe the happy couple wants to take the lead?"
"I'm sorry but that will not happen", Blaine said. "We have to focus on the election. And, forgive me that I'm a bit confused but why do you think me and Sam are together?"
"Dude, the secret is out", Ryder said.
"Jacob Ben-Israel uncovered it", Unique said. "It's all over his blog. There even is a video of Sam admitting to it."
Sam bit his lip and rather not looked at Blaine right now. It had supposed to be a joke, man! Why couldn't they take a joke?
"What… really?" Blaine asked. He frowned at Sam.
"I think it's cute", Sugar said. "If I give you a thousand dollars, will you make out in front of the class?"
"Don't overdo it, Sugar", Finn said.
Sam turned to Sugar. "Is this a serious suggestion? Cause I'd say yes."
"Sam." Oops, Blaine sounded a bit pissed. Sam waggled his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. Thousand dollars for a kiss! How could he say no?
"No one will pay anyone to make out", Finn said. "That is not the spirit I am trying to get you guys into!"
Jake and Marley had a song down pat and performed it. They ended up in the auditorium, standing in glittery rain. It was fun and Sam almost made the mistake to think that life was good. But then the music ended and he turned around to suddenly face Blaine, who had his arms crossed.
"Sam, we need to talk."
"Uh-oh", Ryder commended. The other Gleeks strolled out. Artie threw him a look that said he knew everything. Well, at least someone who didn't take things too seriously.
Sam rubbed over his head to get the glitter out while he listened to Blaine.
"Why did you tell people we are together? What will Kurt think?"
Sam shrugged. "That you –"
"Did I miss something? Do you… do you have a crush on me? That is very flattering, really, Sam…" Blaine shook his head. "Yes, you're cute but nothing can happen between us. I'm not ready for a new relationship."
"Blaine! It was meant to be a joke, I mean, how can you take Jacob Ben-Israel serious? The stupid guy came up and asked me and I thought, man, how stupid is he, and so I said yes just to make him go away. Also, dude, think about it! People will pay us attention now, and well, vote for us!"
Blaine frowned. "And that is all there is to it?"
"Yes! I swear!" Sam crossed his heart and held up a hand.
"Well… okay." Blaine unfolded his arms and took a deep breath.
"So… you think I'm cute, huh?" Sam waggled his eyebrows.
"Oh." Blaine sighed and went to the exit. Sam followed him.
"You can tell me that you love me, Blaine. I'm totally okay with it."
Blaine shook his head and wiped glitter from his jersey. "Don't let it get to your head."
Sam grinningly shook his head. They all fell for him sooner or later.
The halls were crowded and many students threw them looks as they passed them. Most of the looks were friendly or curious so Sam really wondered were the homophobic guys had gone.
"I will vote for them. So cute together", a girl whispered loudly to her friend. Sam nudged Blaine.
"See?"
"I do see, but Sam… don't you think that's kind of cheating? After all we're lying."
"Oh man, do you want to win or not?"
"Of course! But honestly!"
Sam puckered his lips. Blaine was pretty complicated. But fear not, students of McKinley, Sam Evans knew the perfect answer!
"Okay. Then we date for real."
Blaine scoffed.
"What, I'm not good enough for you?"
"I literally just told you I'm not ready for a new relationship. And I could be mistaken, but aren't you straight?" Blaine frowned and opened his locker. Sam leaned against another one and adjusted his bag.
"I'm seventeen. I'm allowed to make experiences. Also, five minutes ago you were ready to believe I love you."
Blaine took a book and a notebook. He put them into his bag and threw the bag over his shoulder, closing the locker. Eventually he looked at Sam, who waited for an answer.
"What, are you actually serious?" Blaine asked.
As an answer Sam moved closer. He could forget Brittany anyway and secretly he had always wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy. That was totally normal, every guy his age was curious.
Blaine seemed paralyzed. He stared open-mouthed at Sam who glided along the lockers towards Blaine until their chests touched and their faces were only inches apart. He laid his right hand on Blaine's waist and lightly stroked with his fingers over it.
Blaine exhaled loudly. He closed his eyes for a moment as if he considered his options. When he opened them again he placed his hands on Sam's chest and pressed his body against him. He wanted it. So Sam went for it and pushed his lips against Blaine's warm mouth.
Okay. He was kissing a boy in the hallway of McKinley High. What had gotten into him? Was he really that desperate to win? Or did he actually feel attracted to Blaine? Sam's head was spinning round and round, everything was out of place and he didn't even know who he was right now. The only thing to ground him was Blaine's lips so he concentrated on them.
"This is crazy", Blaine whispered.
"So I take that as a yes?"
"Now you're really overdoing it." Artie's voice interrupted their moment. They turned to them. Sam made a point by not letting Blaine go. It really wasn't Artie's business what they did and what not.
"You're playing unfair", Artie said. "I can't believe you would actually go that far just to win an election."
"Could you please… As you can see we're busy", Sam said.
Artie shook his head. "This is far from over, Anderson-Evans."
He rolled away. Sam caught Blaine's eyes and burst out with laughter. They finally separated and Sam leaned with his back against the lockers, holding his stomach and overplaying his racing heart with his amusement.
"But Sam… he is right", Blaine said, probably just to spoil the mood. Sam shook his head.
"No. We're real."
Blaine looked at him with small eyes. "Proof it."
"Breadstix tonight?"
"Pick me up at seven."
Blaine gave him a long look before he turned around and went away. It took Sam a few minutes to realize what he had done. He had asked a boy out. For real. Why would he do that?
As they went to Breadstix it was a bit distracting that people from their school where here and kept smirking at them.
"Man, we're famous", Sam said. Blaine didn't seem to be as impressed, though. He shrugged and didn't look up from the menu. Sam got the feeling that he wasn't really present. Well, he had said he wasn't ready for a new relationship. But he also had agreed to this date. At the end of the night he would be so ready for them and have forgotten all about K… what's his name?
"So, Blaine, tell me all about you."
Blaine frowned. "Well, I like singing and I play the piano and I am gay."
"Bravo, that's all information I need to know."
Blaine sighed. He laid the menu aside and they gave up their orders. After that Sam didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound cocky. Plus the atmosphere wasn't really romantic. Maybe it had been a mistake… Maybe Sam actually just wanted the fame and not the boy?
They sat in silence through their food, something that would not have happened if they had eaten together as just friends. Sam swallowed down the awkwardness as long as he could but when the waiter took their empty plates he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Why did you say yes?"
"Why did you ask me out?"
Point taken. Sam bit his lip and looked away.
"Look, Sam. Let's just go home and forget all about it, okay? I mean… for the sake of honesty we can spread rumors that we broke up", Blaine suggested.
Sam exhaled heavily. He had been too crazy and forthright as always. How stupid of him, just stupid.
"Why did you break up?"
Once again Sam got a micro shoved in front of his face. Confused he looked at Jacob Ben-Israel.
"Mutual agreement?" Sam said.
"But what was the reason?"
"Sex, of course", Sam said. He embraced his books and bowed to the micro. "Blaine Anderson might be gay but even he can't take just how much of a man I am."
"Aren't you gay, too?" Jacob pushed his glasses up his nose.
"I'm omni-sexual", Sam said. "Because, you know, I have such a strong, dominant drive."
Jacob turned to the camera. "Ladies and gentleman, apparently the Anderson-Evans break-up occurred because Sam Evans is a sex addict. Now let's go ask his ex-partner about it."
"But I…" Sam could just stare as they went away. That wasn't at all how he had planned it.
With his arms crossed Sam glared around. Everybody who accidentally met his eyes quickly looked away. The only exception was Blaine. When he entered the choir room and Sam directed his angry look at him he returned it and calmly went to sit at the other end of the row.
"Now… what am I hearing?" Finn came in, shaking his head. "Such tragic news. That really ruins this week's motto, guys."
He went to the board and wrote 'break-up' on it. Then he turned to the class with the biggest sigh ever.
"Do you need a group hug?"
"Blaine does not deserve a group hug", Sam said.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure –"
"Excuse me?" Blaine said.
"Yes, you! Was it really necessary to tell Jacob Ben-Israel I wanted sex five times a day and in between I was jerking off every hour?"
"Hey, you wanted people to know 'what a man you are'", Blaine scoffed.
"Guys, don't fight", Brittany said. "You can just ask Miss Pillsbury and she will wave her magic wand and make you gay for each other again."
Finn put his hands together. "Yes, that is actually a good idea, Brittany! Sam and Blaine, you go to couple's therapy right now, you hear me? That's an order. You are excused from Glee club."
Sam got up and left the room but certainly not to go to Miss Pillsbury. He turned to the right.
"Sam, Sam Evans! Come here!"
Sam frowned and turned around to see Ryder at the door. Blaine stood beside him, not looking very pleased.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I am in charge of bringing you two safely to Miss Pillsbury's office."
Sam rolled his eyes. Damn you, Finn. Damn everybody.
"We went on one date and it was terrible", Blaine said. "One date. People should stop interfering and mind their own business."
Miss Pillsbury nodded and looked at Sam. "And do you think it was terrible, too?"
"Yes, because Blaine wouldn't talk and didn't even give me a chance", Sam said. "His loss."
"You asked me out to win an election!" Blaine said. "You're straight!"
Sam crossed his arms, shook his head and chewed on his lower lip.
"Is that true, Sam?"
He shrugged while he studied the thousand pamphlets on the shelf behind the desk.
"Maybe. But he said yes. He didn't have to say yes if he didn't want it."
"I'm right here, you know", Blaine said.
"Now…" Miss Pillsbury neatly arranged the pencils on her desk. "You have to decide whether to call off the election or try and get along with each other until it's over."
"Of course we will not call it off", Blaine said. "It's only one more week, anyway."
"Wow, thanks for asking for my opinion", Sam said.
"Well, do you want to call if off?" Blaine raised his eyebrows.
Sam shrugged and enjoyed making Blaine suffer. He hesitated as long as he could before he shrugged and lightly shook his head.
"Good, it's decided then." Miss Pillsbury clapped her hands together. "Yay for you. Now go and be nice, boys."
Be nice. It was easy for her to talk, she didn't have to get along with Blaine. And somehow it didn't help that Sam stripped during his election speech. Blaine just seemed more pissed instead of realizing what he was missing. Well, once again, his loss.
"Sam!"
Sam rolled his eyes and continued searching for his Biology book in his locker. Of course that didn't stop Blaine from approaching him.
"Sam, you need to come over tonight." Blaine placed himself next to him.
"Why? Brittany yesterday told the students she wants to cancel summer holidays and weekends. We've won, dude."
"That's just why. We have to work on our winning speech."
"Ugh, another speech?"
"Yes, Sam, that's what politicians do. Be there at six."
And with that, he vanished between other students.
When Sam went over Blaine's mother opened the door and told him she hasn't seen her son all afternoon long since she wasn't allowed to enter his room. So Sam knocked carefully.
"I told you I'm busy!"
"It's me, Sam!"
"Oh. Wait."
The door was unlocked and Blaine looked at him through a small gap. Sam raised his eyebrows. He eventually was allowed to enter and got the shock of his life.
The normally neat room was chaotic. There was a huge banner on the floor on that Blaine had written on 'Congratulations, Blam! Let freedom sing!' in red and blue, and there were brushes all over the floor.
"What's Blam?" Sam asked.
"Us. I needed something shorter than 'Anderson-Evans'." Blaine closed the door and locked it again.
"Uhu."
"What could you possibly have to complain about now?"
Sam shrugged. "It's just funny how we're supposed to be about freedom yet you never ask me for my opinion."
"Oh God, Sam!" Blaine moaned and went to sit in front of the banner. "I didn't ask you because there is no other possibility anyway."
Sam crossed his arms and went to sit on the bed. That didn't justify anything, Blaine still could have asked.
Some papers appeared and Sam tried to focus and be nice for at least an hour. Then his concentration went out of the window and he let himself fall back on the bed, hands on his eyes.
"Ugh… I need a break."
Blaine sighed but put the speech away. Sam observed the ceiling. What was there to talk about now that they weren't friends anymore?
"Why did you ask me out? Why did you kiss me?"
Oh, yeah. That.
Sam shrugged. Could Blaine maybe stop asking those questions? If Sam knew the answer he'd be a very wise man. But he was only human and thus he didn't know anything.
"Just tell me, Sam. I won't be mad."
Sam sat up and frowned at Blaine. "Well, there's a lie."
Blaine crossed his arms. "Okay then. Let's never talk to each other again."
"Wow, you're such a drama queen. Is that why Kurt broke up with you?"
"That's none of your business!"
Blaine stared down Sam who stared back because he knew he would win this duel. But it was weird. Blaine's eyes were, though angry, beautiful and Sam couldn't quite focus on being mean. He felt something completely different. And he guessed Blaine wasn't so far from feeling the same since in that moment he buried his fingers in Sam's collar, pulled him closer and kissed him.
Sam wasn't even surprised. His first instinct was to use the opportunity since it could be his last one so he put a hand on Blaine's back and nibbled on Blaine's lips. They were delicious and hot and the fact that Blaine made a guttural sound wasn't that bad, too. Yeah… nobody could resist the charms of Sam Evans.
They parted, breathing heavily and staring at each other, hands still on the other's body.
"Will you go out with me again, this time without doubting my intentions?" Sam gasped.
Blaine looked for some long moments at him before he finally said: "Yes."
"Good." Sam pressed a smack on Blaine's lips.
"Do you like 'Blam' now?" Blaine whispered.
Sam smirked. "Yes. Yes, I do."
The end
