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They hadn't said much else.

And the decision to get into Sam's car and drive to Blaine's house was basically a mutual, unspoken agreement because for once Sam was sober, and Blaine wasn't too drunk not to know what he was doing even though technically, he still didn't have a clue.

The taller teen turned the car key, before staring down at his hands in his lap and suddenly the silence was almost unbearable.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Should we go inside?"

A nod. The palms of his hands turned upwards, and for a moment he wished there was enough light in the car from the dim streetlights outside so he could at least attempt to let his eyes study the calloused lines there to maybe, just maybe give him some kind of hint of what the near future might have in store for him.

But just like that, one second later he couldn't care less because Blaine's hand was resting in his.

"Let's go."

When Sam thinks back on the almost-conversation held in his car that night, he's pretty sure he's the one who said those last few words.

The house was empty, so maybe they didn't really need to carefully kick off their shoes in the hallway and silently sneak upstairs into Blaine's room right away but for some reason they did, anyway.

And once they were there, Sam realized it had been far too long since their last and very first kiss under the dancing lights of a disco-ball. So they kissed, again, and despite everything Sam had felt up until just about some point that very day, never in his life had he ever kissed somebody so shamelessly before.

The noise coming from somewhere inside Blaine's throat was almost too much to bear when Sam's hands traveled down his sides, hooking two fingers into the loops on his jeans and rested a hot forehead against an equally hot one.

When Sam opened up his mouth to speak, barely audibly, they were practically breathing the very same air.

"Blaine…"

"Yeah?"

There was no follow-up, really, because seconds after they tumbled onto the crisp sheets on top of Blaine's neatly made bed. Although there was nothing neat about it, anymore. At some point throughout the desperate tumbling on the bed, shirts had come off and both their jeans were unbuttoned.

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he let a nervous hand rest on Sam's hip, opening them up just for a second to see Sam looking at him, nodding and apparently, that was the final approval necessary for both of them to completely shed the rest of their clothes.

Under the protective shield of rumbled covers, Sam kissed Blaine deeply while letting a hand travel up and down his spine to finally rest on the small of his back. Taking a short break from sucking on Sam's bottom lip for a moment, Blaine let out shaky shudder and then the hand travelled further down. Tentatively grabbing, squeezing.

"Is this Ok?"

Blaine would have looked into those hopeful eyes, if only he weren't too busy keeping his own ridiculously tightly shut. "Yes…" He buried his face somewhere in the space above Sam's collarbone and tried to focus on not forgetting how to breathe.

Because it was so much more than 'ok.'

When Sam leaned back slightly to gently nudge a damp shoulder, Blaine leaned back against the pillows and let the taller teen settle in the space between his legs. It took a while to swallow the lump suddenly stuck in his throat, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking when he spoke.

"Is it going to hurt..?"

Sam looked down and thought about how to answer the question, thinking it was a little funny yet endearing that Blaine should ask him about something he most likely had way more knowledge about than him. He thought of the fact that if Blaine asked him this, he apparently wasn't so sure himself which must mean he'd never done it before. He thought about how little it must hurt, compared to all the things Sam so selfishly had put him through recently.

Trying on a soft smile, he let a thumb stroke along a flushing cheek as he looked down at the boy he loved, answering the question as good as he could. "Not too bad."

And then Blaine was smiling back at him, letting out a sigh of relief as he nodded. "Ok." Turning to his side as far as he could, he fiddled with the first drawer on his nightstand and proceeded to pull out a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms, the seal unbroken. A deep breath, another "Ok."

Luckily for both of them, Sam wasn't completely clueless any longer and once he'd gotten over the initial shock of seeing the items appearing on top of the sheet next to them, he carefully popped open the cap on the bottle and started to coat a finger.

It wasn't exactly uncomfortable at first. Just a little strange and incredibly exciting. When Blaine realized he'd been furiously breathing through his nose anyway, he leaned up as far as he could to catch Sam's lips in a messy kiss as the other teen worked his fingers in and out somewhere in the heat between them. He pulled his knees closer towards his body, relishing in the sensations creeping through his every cell as well as in the fact that it was Sam right above him, and not some guy pushing him against a dirty wall in one of the stalls of a place frequently haunting his dreams as well as his nightmares.

He kept his eyes closed now, not finding it too necessary to remind himself that it all wasn't in fact a dream because last time he'd been on a bed with this person knowing it was too good to be true, the wakeup had been the hardest. Yet he managed to find and open the little box somewhere to his left with a searching hand, eventually pulling out a thin little wrapper and closing his fingers around it almost as tight as his eyelids were shut.

That was, until he felt long fingers close around his before gently prying them open to get what was lying in the palm of his hand, letting his eyes open in the process. With a tentative gaze he observed Sam open the wrapper and slip the condom onto himself, before settling closer on his knees between Blaine's legs to pull him closer.

He whimpered at first, not sure if Sam leaned down to kiss him in that exact moment as a distraction or because he felt like it but for whatever reason, it worked. The first few tentative thrusts turned a little faster, and even in the darkness of the room Sam tried to pay close attention to Blaine's face just in case he were to go to fast or too deep.

Even with his breath stuck high in his throat, Blaine kept nodding in reassurance every now and then between kisses and heavy panting, and the fact that Sam couldn't help but smile that lovely smile at him each time made all the strain worth it.

Blaine wasn't quite sure what was going on, but as Sam found it harder to restrain his movements something happened inside of him that shot shivers through his spine each time and since he was far from complaining, Sam didn't stop.

"Oh, god…" He threw his head back against the pillow and as he did, Sam couldn't resist leaning down to shamelessly suck and to taste the unabashedly exposed skin. Two hands entwined on top on wrinkled sheets and then Blaine panted louder than before, his whole body almost trembling as he tried and failed to catch his breath, stomach sprinkled in sticky white. The sound he made alone was enough for Sam to thrust one final time before riding it out, eventually coming down to rest his heavy head on top of Blaine's heaving chest.

Their hands still hadn't let go when Sam felt Blaine's other arm circle around his upper back, holding him close as his breathing was starting to return to normal.

"Please don't leave…"

The sound of Blaine's voice breaking at the last word was enough to make Sam's eyes water, squeezing his hand in reassurance because at the time he didn't think he could trust his voice enough to speak.

Eventually, they had to part if not only to get cleaned up and find their underwear somewhere in the heap of clothes by the foot of the bed. Sam disappeared into the bathroom down the hall for a moment, and didn't hesitate once as he crept underneath the covers to hug the sleepy boy who'd visibly been worried the whole three minutes he'd been gone.

Blaine turned to his side and almost expected as much as he was surprised by the presence of Sam's warm chest immediately pressing against his back.

"You know technically, it was you who left last time…"

Blaine chuckled in response to words softly spoken into the back of his shoulder, elbowing Sam in the ribs as he did. "Shut up…"

And this time, even if his eyes were wet he couldn't help but speak the words waiting almost patiently on his tongue. "I'm sorry, Blaine." A shaky breath, and then Sam's mouth came close right behind his ear, words spoken softly and unafraid. "I followed you the whole way home that night. Didn't want you to walk alone."

It was almost as if Blaine's heart stopped beating for a second, as he could feel the clouds behind his eyes instantly grow heavier and weary. He took a deep breath before he spoke, casting his eyes downward. "Don't lie to me."

"I'll never lie to you again."

"Ok." Nodding, knowing somehow that those were the truest words he'd ever heard and would probably ever hear again, Blaine closed his eyes. "Then I forgive you."

TBC