One Day at a Time Chapter 20: Double Whammy, a glee fanfic

AN: I thought that this chapter was going to go quickly, but I was stuck towards the end. I knew what I wanted, I just couldn't get it into words. I think I managed to get the message across. Warning you now, that this chapter is a very emotional chapter, but all necessary. The weekend is here and there is a lot in store for our boys.

FRIDAY

7:35 A.M.

"Hey Blaine!" Just as I was halfway across the parking lot, I turned around and saw Sam running to catch up to me. Having my best friend back was a thousand times better than I had ever hoped it would be. When I woke up this morning and turned my phone on to see the two of us smiling in the park, butterflies filled my stomach, just as they were now that he was approaching me. "How'd ya sleep last night bro?" Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked into the school.

"The best sleep I've had all week." I wrapped my arm around Sam's waist and we walked into the school together without a care in the world. It was great to see Sam so comfortable around me again. I pushed open the front door and immediately felt eyes on Sam and I. News of Sam's homosexuality spread quickly through McKinley. His phone last night had practically been exploding with texts asking if it was true.

"Well well well, what have we here?" Phil Lipoff, Bobby Surette, and a couple other members of the football team surrounded Sam and I in the hallway. I looked at their hands and saw the slushie cups and knew what was about to happen. "If it isn't Miss Congeniality himself, Blaine Anderson. So charming you managed to turn Sam gay? How'd you manage to do that, rape him?"

Before I could begin to protest, Phil jerked his hand towards me. I knew what was coming and I flinched, but the slushie stayed in the cup. "Keep you and the rest of your faggot friends away from me and my boys. The last thing any of us want is more of your gay stink up in this building." The blue slushie flew through the air and right into my face. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and it probably wouldn't be the last considering there were seven or eight other guys surrounding us with slushies.

"Back the hell off Phil. Blaine didn't make me anything. I am who I am, and you're just gonna have to deal with it." Sam tried to break through the line of football players, but they far outnumbered the two of us. Well, considering that I was busy trying to wipe all the sugar out of my eyes, I guess I wasn't really of much help anyway.

Before I knew it, there was more slushie flying and in a matter of seconds, Sam and I were both painted in a variety of colors. Everyone else just stood by and watched as the two of us ran into the bathroom. As a member of the football team, the amount of slushie that Sam had ever had to endure wasn't nearly as much as the rest of us. He wasn't taking this one very well either. His jaw was chattering, his lips were turning purple, and his eyes were bloodshot. I had never seen him that vulnerable before. He always appeared so strong and resilient that the person standing in front of me, clutching the sink, didn't seem like Sam at all.

"I'm guessing you don't have enough spare clothes for the both of us, do you?" Sam picked his head up and looked at me. His eyes were still watering with the pain of knowing that he wasn't going to be accepted by everyone for who he was.

"No, I don't. I don't really think they would fit you very well either considering how broad your shoulders are compared to mine." I teased Sam, trying to get him to smile a little bit. I could tell that it didn't work because he turned his head back towards the sink and took slow, deep breaths. "Look, I'll change in here really quick and then run down to the locker room and get your gym clothes. Those should be enough to hold you over for the rest of the day. For right now, get out of those wet clothes before you get sick or something."

I walked into a bathroom stall and started to change. I listened for Sam to start moving into the stall next to me, but he never did. He was probably waiting for me to leave before he started to change.

I finished up and opened the door. Sam was standing in the middle of the bathroom in his underwear. A small gasp escaped my mouth, but it was loud enough for Sam to hear and turn towards me. "What? Its not like you haven't seen me in briefs before." A small smirk crossed his face. It was glad to Sam's spirits starting to get lifted again.

"That is true, I definitely have. Now I'm going to go before I get any more turned on by this. I'll be right back, just hang tight." I made my way out of the bathroom.

I stopped into Mr. Schuester's office to drop off my wet clothes. He let me in with a puzzled look, but when he saw my wet clothes, he knew what had happened. "We've really got to do something about this slushie business. Its gone unnoticed for way too long." Mr. Schuester looked concerned. He knows how tough the Glee kids have it around here, even if we were national champions.

"I know. I've gotta go, they got Sam and I promised I would bring him his gym clothes to wear. I'll see you later Mr. Schue!" As I walked down towards the gym, I couldn't help but wonder if Sam had fully thought through everything that he would have to deal with when he came out. It was one thing for him to come out so publicly, it was another for him to be seen walking around McKinley so close to me. He should have known it would have set some people off. I had to do something to keep him safe, even if it meant keeping a little bit more distance between us.

11:50 A.M.

I walked towards the lunch table where the rest of New Directions sat. As much as I wanted to sit next to Sam, I couldn't let what happened this morning happen again. I needed to look out for his best interests instead of my own. I owed the kid that. I took the seat next to Marley, three seats away from Sam.

It was hard to look at him without wanting to press him up against a wall. His gray "Property Of McKinley Football" t-shirt showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. His blue basketball shorts left his strong legs bare. He looked at me with confusion as I deliberately avoided the chair he had been saving for me. I mouthed to him that I would explain later.

As I sat down, I saw Phil and Bobby walk by. They whispered back and forth and kept looking at Sam like he was a piece of raw meat. I wanted to get up and tell them to leave him alone and if they had a problem, to take it up with me. But I knew that I could never do that. I did want to protect Sam, but at the same time, that would have been suicide. I ignored what I was seeing and tried to eat something.

For the most part, lunch was a blur. I tried not to look in Sam's direction because I didn't need anyone associating the two of us any farther. It was for his own good as much as it hurt.

BLAINE

Oh, nowhere left to go
Are we getting closer? Closer?
No, all we know is "No"
Nights are getting colder, colder

Hey, tears all fall the same
We all feel the rain
We can't change...

Everywhere we go we're looking for the sun
Nowhere to grow old, we're always on the run
They say we'll rot in Hell, but I don't think we will
They've branded us enough, "Outlaws of Love".

Scars make us who we are
Hearts and homes are broken, broken
Far, we could go so far
With our minds wide open, open

Hey, tears all fall the same
We all feel the rain
We can't change...

Everywhere we go we're looking for the sun
Nowhere to grow old, we're always on the run
They say we'll rot in Hell, but I don't think we will
They've branded us enough, "Outlaws of Love".

Outlaws of Love
Outlaws of Love
Outlaws of Love
Outlaws of Love

2:25 P.M.

"Mr. Anderson, you are needed in Principal Figgins' office." Mr. Jackson looked at me and nodded towards the door. What the hell could Figgins want with me? I don't think I've done anything wrong. Have I? Did I accidentally say something offensive to someone? Have my grades been slipping because I haven't been right this whole week? Maybe those assholes from this morning were finally getting what they deserved. Mr. Schue did say that he wanted something done about it.

My head rambled on with possibilities as I walked down the stairs and into the principal's office. Figgins always said what a strong student I was, I couldn't possibly imagine what he would need with me. I knocked lightly on the door and Figgins picked his head up from his paperwork. He motioned for me to come inside.

"Mr. Anderson. Please, have a seat." He pointed to the chair situated across from his desk. I pulled the chair out and hesitantly took a seat. Figgins clasped his hands together and looked at me with a look of worry. "You are not here because you are in trouble, Mr. Anderson, you can take a breath."

A sigh of relief passed through my body. This close to graduation, the last thing that I needed was something messing up my spotless record. I sat back in the chair, "Well, what's going on Principal Figgins? What's the big news?"

Principal Figgins adjusted in his seat and leaned forward onto his folded hands. "Mr. Anderson, there is no easy way to tell you this. It appears that your mother was in a car accident on her way home from work this afternoon."

My heart dropped and I couldn't understand what he just said. There was no way my mother was in an accident. "Surely you are joking. My mom is the most careful driver that I know."

"That she might be, but that does not mean that she cannot get into an accident. Somebody ran a red light and hit the side of her car. Luckily, they collided with the passenger side, otherwise she would not have made it. She is currently in the hospital being monitored. Many bones were broken and there was some internal bleeding."

The thought of my mother, lying on a hospital bed with machines hooked up to her body. It was absolutely absurd. This couldn't be happening. Figgins turned his computer screen towards me and there was an online article about the accident that he was talking about. A car that looked like my mom's was totaled in the middle of the road. It wasn't until I read the license plate that I knew that it was really happening.

There was no stopping the tears from coming down my face. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. My mom was the only family that I had left, I couldn't lose her. She was the only person that had always been there. I needed her.

I didn't know how, but this day that was supposed to be the best day of the week just turned into the worst. I supposed to spend all day with Sam, having a great time. But now what was I going to do? My mother was in the hospital alone. I couldn't just leave her there. I couldn't be around anyone. My stomach was in knots and I could barely see straight. "Can I go to the nurse's office and lie down? I just, I can't be around anyone."

"Of course Mr. Anderson. I will let them know you are coming. My prayers are with you and your mother."

"Thank you" I whispered as I stood up slowly. I kept my hand on the chair to maintain my balance and stumbled out into the hallway. I managed to move down the hallway to the nurse's office before the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I couldn't look at anyone. The nurse helped me into the back room and ushered me onto a bed. I laid down, tears still streaming down my face. The world around me was crumbling. My mom was in the hospital, Sam was getting bullied because of me, and there was nothing that I could do about it.

I closed my eyes and cried.

3:00 P.M.

I watched as the red truck ran into the side of my mom's car. It all happened in slow motion. I stood across the intersection, screaming for the truck to stop, but nobody could hear me. I tried to run towards the wreckage, but my feet wouldn't move. I was helpless as I watched the smoke rising from the two automobiles, the glass falling from the destroyed windows, and the people screaming from the streets. I could feel myself shaking as I just stood there and watched.

"Blaine? Are you okay man?" I opened my eyes and saw Sam standing over me.

"Sam?" I was confused as to how he knew where to find me. "What are you doing here?"

"Figgins told Mr. Schue what happened, and he told me. He said that I needed to make sure you were okay. I am so sorry about what happened and wanted to make sure that you weren't by yourself."

I wrapped my arms around Sam and pulled myself up, resting my forehead on his shoulder. "I'll be fine," I whispered. "As long as I don't talk about it, I'll be fine. My mom is in good care and she'll be better before I know it." I pulled myself away from his, but his arms which had been wrapped around my back weren't allowing me to go far. "Thank you for coming though. Its nice to have someone here."

Sam pulled me back in for another hug and rubbed the back of my head. My fingers dug into his back. I didn't want to let him go. I knew in his arms, everything would be fine. They would have to pry him away from me before I let our friendship die again. This is what I needed right now, and I was going to take every moment that I could get. I felt Sam kiss my cheek and my grip on his faltered as he pull us apart.

"Mr. Schue said that I should take you home, but I couldn't help but notice that you didn't eat much at lunch today. Let's go get something to eat."

"Okay." Sam helped me stand up and once I had my bearings back, we walked out of the school together. We were the only ones in the hallway. Sam slipped his hand into mine and squeezed my hand, reassuring me that he was still here. "Can we make one stop after we are done eating Sam?"

"Of course Blaine. Where do you want to go?"

I squeezed Sam's hand just as he had done. "If you still want to, your house. I don't want my mom's accident to get in the way of talking to your parents. If you don't want to, we can do it another day, but I know you wanted to do it today."

Sam smiled a weak smile. He looked down at our hands and squeezed again. "Of course we can. As long as you promise to be there if something goes wrong."

"Sammy," I stopped and stood on my toes so my head was even with Sam's. "You know I will always be there for you." I closed my eyes and gently kissed Sam on the lips. When I opened my eyes again, the weak smile that was on Sam's face widened into a genuine smile.

"Thank you Blaine."

5:15 P.M.

Blaine: Everything going okay in there?

I texted Sam 15 minutes after he went inside his house. I was starting to get worried for the kid, which mixing with my anxiety over my mom's accident this morning was not a good combination. When Sam and I left, we both agreed that I wasn't in the best position to drive, so he offered to drive and we could come back and get my car sometime tonight or this weekend.

I looked down at my phone and thought about calling Kurt or Rachel to tell them what had been going on today, but then I heard the driver's side door to Sam's truck open up. There were tears in his eyes and he kept his head in his hands.

"Sammy, what's wrong?"

Sam sobbed into his steering wheel. I could only guess how his parents had taken the news. Clearly, it hadn't been very well. I rubbed his back with my hand, trying to comfort him. "They kicked me out Blaine. They're disgusted by me." The words were so heavy, it had begun to make me upset. I couldn't let Sam see me cry right now. He needed me like I had needed him after I found out about my mom. "They said to never come back. They made me get all of my stuff, put it in bags and told me to leave. What am I going to do Blaine? My life is over. I don't have a family, everyone at school hates me except for Glee Club." Sam let out a loud cry.

It pained me to see him like this. First he got a face full of slushie this morning, and now he just got slapped in the face by his own family. How much of a beat down could one boy take? "Sam, it'll all be okay. They just need time to get used to it. I promise you, everything will be fine."

Sam was still crying. I had to let him go. All of these years of pent up emotions, always trying to keep a smile on his face, he needed to just let it all out. And I needed to be there for him. He'd been there for me countless times in the past week, and now it was my turn to step up and be his best friend. I shuffled closer to him and pulled him into me. I was going to let him sob into my shoulder for as long as he needed to.

As time went by, Sam slowly began to run out of tears. He picked his head up and looked at me, his eyes still glistening with tears. "Thank you for being here Blaine. If I hadn't known you were here, I'm not sure what I would have done."

"I already told you that you'll never lose me Sam. Now look, neither of us should be alone the next few days. I know its weird, but why don't you stay at my house. At least until your parents turn around and see that kicking you out was a dumb idea."

"Blaine," Sam's eyes began to fill with tears again, "would you really do that for me?" There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he could tell that at that moment that not everyone in the world was out to get him.

"Of course silly. What else are friends for?" Sam grabbed my head and kissed me. It took a minute for me to fully process what was happening, but Sam was kissing me. It wasn't at all unpleasant, but it had certainly caught me off guard.

He pulled away and looked at me with his jaw hanging from his head. "I'm sorry Blaine, I don't know wh-"

"Relax Sam. Don't apologize. Let's just get out of here. We both need some time to just be together."

Sam started his truck and we headed off to my house. We both figured we could just leave my car at the school until tomorrow when we were both calm. What we both really needed was to just lay down and relax.

I looked over at Sam who looked like he was going to break back into tears at any minute. I flipped through the radio stations, trying to find something that would cheer us both up. What I had found instead was something that I knew we were both feeling.

BLAINE (SAM)

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Now you've been talking in your sleep (oh oh)
Things you never say to me (oh oh)
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love

BLAINE/SAM

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

SAM (BLAINE)

I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
(Oh we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind
(Yeah but this is happenin')
You've been havin' real bad dreams (oh oh)
You used to lie so close to me (oh oh)
There's nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love
Oh our love, our love

BLAINE/SAM

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
I never stopped
You're still written in the scars on my heart
You're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

BLAINE

Oh tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust
But our love's enough

SAM

You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems

BLAINE

We'll come clean

BLAINE/SAM

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

SAM

Oh, we can learn to love again

BLAINE

Oh, we can learn to love again

BLAINE/SAM

Oh oh, that we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

7:30 P.M.

Sam was lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling when I came back upstairs from getting something to drink. He didn't move when I opened the door, lost in his own world. He looked so peaceful laying there. All of his clothes were still thrown into his dark blue duffel bag that was at the foot of my bed. I picked up the bag and started taking some of his clothes out and folded them nicely so that they wouldn't get wrinkled.

It was complete silence in my room. His hands were behind his head and his breaths were long and slow. If he stayed there any longer, he probably would fall asleep.

"Hey Sam?" He didn't reply, he just continued staring up at the ceiling, motionless. "Sam? Are you okay?" Still nothing. I climbed onto my bed and laid down next to Sam, staring up at the ceiling with him. For the first time in almost 20 minutes, he finally moved. He brought his right arm down to his side and rested his hand on top of mine. I turned my head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed and a tear running down his cheek.

"Thank you Blaine," he whispered. I squeezed his hand and he opened his eyes. He turned his head towards me and I could see that this whole time that he was lying in my bed, he had been crying. For the first time, I was looking at the real Sam. Afraid, hurt, and broken. The glow that he typically had about himself was gone and there was nothing but raw emotion on his face.

It was strange seeing Sam so heartbroken. This was nothing compared to how upset he was after things had ended with Mercedes. I almost didn't recognize the boy that was laying right next to me.

"You're welcome Sammy." Sam rolled over onto his side and wrapped his other arm around my body. "I love you," I said as I pressed my lips against his forehead and wiped away the tears that were forming under his eyes. Again he closed his eyes, but this time, he smiled. He looked so peaceful, as if nothing that had happened today had ever occurred. "And thank you."

Sam's eyes opened up. "For what?"

"For not leaving me alone today." I smiled and felt my own eyes starting to water. "I don't know what would have happened if you-" Suddenly, Sam's lips were on mine again. He always seemed to know the perfect moment to kiss me before I really start to cry. It calms me down and everything else just seems to melt away. His hands began to roam my body. Shivers ran down my spine at his touch, but I didn't want it to stop.

I rolled over so that I was laying on top of him, our lips never parting. My hands found their way to his cheeks and held his head still while we made out. His hands ran their way down my body and settled at the small of my back. I moved my lips slowly down his neck. I heard a small gasp escape his lips. "Blaine."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Sam. "What's wrong?" Perhaps I had gone too far again.

"Nothing." Phew. "Its just," Oh fuck. "This isn't how I want to try and get over everything, and I know its not how you want to either." Dammit, I did it again. "Its not that I'm not enjoying it." Sam motioned towards his shorts which were now sporting a rather large bulge. "And I can tell that you are too." True story. "But now just isn't a good time."

I climbed off of Sam and laid back down on my side, facing him. I put my hand on his chest. I could feel how strong and muscular it was through his shirt. "Okay babe. That doesn't mean we can't just lay here together for a while though."

Sam turned his head towards me and smiled, "Of course not."

10:35 P.M.

I opened my eyes and looked over at my clock. Shit, I must have fallen asleep. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that Sam was still lying there on his back. At some point, he must have taken his shirt off because his bare torso was exposed. I sat up and noticed that the blankets on my bed were covering Sam's lower half. I remember him saying once that he liked to sleep in the nude, and I wondered if being in my bed would stop him from making himself comfortable.

I felt myself starting to reach for the covers to pull them up and take a look, but I stopped myself. What the hell was I doing? Sam just told me that this is not the time for stuff like this. I've already freaked him out once and almost lost it. I'm not going to run the risk of waking it up and losing him for good. I rolled onto my back and sat up. I accidentally bumped Sam's shoulder as I did so and his body jerked as he woke up.

"Wha-what happened? Did I fall asleep?" Sam was looking around like he had no idea where he was. I couldn't help but laugh. Sam gave me a look and hit me with a pillow. I turned my back to Sam and climbed out of my bed. Based on the movements I could feel, I was guessing that he was doing the same. I wanted to see if he had in fact been sleeping in the nude, but I decided against it yet again. I had to be a good friend, not a sexual deviant.

"Its such a nice night." Without thinking, I turned my head to look at Sam who was now standing at my window. He was wearing shorts, but his shirt was still on the floor. "Hey, I have an idea," Sam said as he turned to face me. "Why don't we sleep outside tonight? We can camp out under the stars. It'll be awesome."

The last time I could remember ever sleeping outside was when I was still in middle school. Cooper had been celebrating a birthday with a bunch of his friends. They were all too loud and I couldn't sleep, so my mom told me to sleep outside where it would be quieter. Unfortunately, it started to rain in the middle of the night, so I had to take shelter underneath the table on our back porch. I was sick the next three days.

"Come on Blaine, it'll be fun!" Sam urged me on with his idea.

"Alright, why not. Go down to my basement and get two sleeping bags. They should be right next to the safe. The biggest ones are on the bottom, get those. I'll go outside and move some of the furniture on the porch around so we don't have to worry about getting mud everywhere."

I followed Sam down the steps and turned outside while he opened the door to the basement. I opened the back door and took in the fresh air. There was something about nighttime that gave it its own smell. I couldn't describe it, but it was very calming. I looked up at the moon and thought of how my mom would always tell me stories of the man that lived on the moon and how he would always smile back at whoever looked up at him. I wished that my mom had been here with me, but it was going to take some time until she would be able to come home.

I shook my head and started moving some stuff around. I couldn't keep thinking about my mom, as selfish as that sounded. I had to try and keep my composure, not just for my own sake, but for Sam's as well. He was hurting more than I could probably ever imagine and he needed someone strong. I stood up and felt Sam's arms wrapped around my waist and his lips brushed against my ear.

"I could only find one sleeping bag," he whispered. "Not that it should be a problem." I put my hands on top of Sam's and smiled. Wait a minute, I know for a fact there were at least four sleeping bags down there. I just saw them the other day. Sam was lying. He wanted to sleep in the same bag as me. My heart started to beat faster. It was going to be a lot harder to control myself around him tonight than I thought that it would be. Now we would be pressed up against each other all night, with very little room.

"Sam, are you sure?"

Sam turned me around. The moonlight bounced off his face. He had thrown a black tank top on that showed off his arms and chest. "Positive. And hey, this way, if either one of us has a nightmare, the other one is right there."

I guess he had a point. How did anyone expect me to pass up the chance to sleep with Sam Evans? Especially since it was his idea.

11:45 P.M.

Sam yawned and stretched his arms over his head. I could tell his eyes were starting to get heavy. I didn't blame him for being exhausted. We've both had really rough days. "Sammy, if you want to go to bed, I don't mind. I'm getting tired too." Sam stood up and lifted his tank top over his head. I couldn't believe I was about to spend a night in the same sleeping bag as him. It was like a dream come true. Sam pulled his shorts off and started to take off his underwear.

"Uh Sam, what are you doing?" I asked Sam with my eyes wide.

"I usually don't wear anything when I sleep. I'm more comfortable that way."

As if it wasn't enough that Sam was already comfortable sharing a tight sleeping space with me, he was willing to do it naked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Normally, I would have jumped at the change. "Sam, you realize we are sharing a sleeping bag, right?"

"Yea. What's your point?"

"It'll just be really awkward I think. I'll go get another sleeping bag." I started back into the house when I felt Sam grab my arm.

"No. I'll leave my briefs on if it'll make you feel more comfortable."

I turned and saw Sam. He had a pleading look in his eyes. He really did want to do this tonight. He didn't want to be left alone, and I didn't blame him. We both needed each other tonight. "Okay." Sam's eyes lit up and he pulled me into him and held me close.

Sam climbed into the sleeping bag first and I squeezed my way in next to him. Luckily, Sam grabbed the biggest sleeping bag we had and there was just enough room that the two of us wouldn't be pressed up against each other all night. I wouldn't have minded if there wasn't, but I guess it'll be slightly easier to resist him with the tiniest bit of space between us.

I felt myself being pulled over by Sam. I laid flat on my back, looking up at the stars while Sam's hand found its way into my shirt. His hand moved its way from my stomach, up to my chest. Sam started playing with my nipples when he whispered into my ear, "Take off your shirt. Its warm outside and there's a lot of body heat in this bag."

I grabbed Sam arm and pulled it out of my shirt. What the hell was getting into him? He was probably just trying to keep his emotions from coming out, and he did that by being sexual. "Sam, what happened to 'now isn't the time'?"

SAM

I don't know but I think I maybe
Fallin' for you dropping so quickly
Maybe I should keep this to myself
Waiting 'til I know you better

I am trying not to tell you
But I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hiding what I'm feeling
But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life and now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm falling for you.
I'm falling for you.

As I'm standing here and you hold my hand
Pull me towards you and we start to dance

All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It's just you and me

I'm trying not to tell you
But I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hiding what I'm feeling.
But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life and now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you.
I'm fallin' for you.

Oh, I just can't take it
My heart is racing
Emotions keep spinning out.

I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life and now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you.
I'm fallin' for you.

I think I'm fallin' for you

I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you

I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you.
I'm fallin' for you.

I had tears in my eyes by the time Sam was done singing. I couldn't control it anymore. I took off my shirt, rolled on top of Sam and started to kiss him. His hands went straight to my shorts and started to slide them off of my legs. I didn't protest. This was something that we both secretly wanted. He threw my shorts out of the sleeping bag and broke from the kiss. We looked each other in the eyes and at the same time, reached into the sleeping bag and pulled our underwear off. As soon as both of our briefs were on the porch, our lips crashed together again.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. Sam and I were lying together, completely naked, outside. Our bodies pressed together like that was what they were meant to do. I didn't want this moment to end ever. Sam said he was falling for me, and I had already fallen so hard, I was never going to be the same again.

I pulled away from the kiss. "I love you Sam."

"I love you Blaine. Don't ever leave my side."

"I won't." I pressed my lips back against his and let his hands explore my body.

I knew right there that Sam was the one. I could only hope that I was the one for him too.