Swiping his hand across the mirror to clear away the steam, Blaine grinned as the reflection caught Sam vigorously towel drying his hair, muscles of his chest and arms bunching attractively. As he finished, Sam grinned at him and blew him a kiss before trotting out into their shared closet to dress for the awards show they were attending.
The buzz of his phone drew Blaine's attention away from Sam's broad back and he glanced down to see who was calling.
(Tina: Blainey-days! I know you're busy today, but I wanted to tell you…I've got a boyfriend!
Blaine: Tay-Tay! That's wonderful!
Tina: I know! He's so sweet and talented and handsome and treats me nice…Here, look (link to his twitter page) Isn't he amazing?)
Tapping the link, Blaine looked over Dicky Buttkiss's Twitter profile, his heart sinking.
"Oh no."
"Who's that?" Sam asked, peeking over his shoulder.
Blaine grimaced. "Tina's new boyfriend. You know, I don't like to make rash judgments based on stereotypes, but…."
"Very, very gay," Sam agreed, patting Blaine on the back.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," Blaine said with a nod.
(Blaine: He seems nice, Tina! Congratulations.)
Because he really didn't have time to talk her through a crisis tonight.
"I thought Santana sicced Puck on Tina to calm her down," he mused as he stepped into his boxer briefs. Sam already had jeans on, unbuttoned and barely hanging from his hips. It was definitely a good look on him.
As he considered two black shirts, Sam nodded. "I thought so too," he replied, pulling out his own phone and tapping at it. A minute later, he snorted. "Puck says he doesn't stick his dick in crazy anymore."
"That's mean!" Blaine admonished, biting back a smile as he pulled on the Grey Check Ultra Skinny Topman trousers. He'd fallen in love with this suit and it was just a bit too hip for most awards shows, but would work just fine for the People's Choice Awards. Sam had chosen to dress down even more in jeans, but the navy blazer hanging by the door would make him look effortlessly chic.
"Dude, your thighs are gonna burst out of those pants," Sam teased, one hand reaching out to slide along the aforementioned leg, making Blaine smile and step away.
"Hey now, none of that! These pants don't need to be any tighter," he said and Sam relented with a playful pout.
Together, they finished dressing before taking Storm, Wolverine and Nyota over to Dottie's, not wanting to leave them home alone all night. She happily fussed over them and took a picture to send to her granddaughter (a fan who delighted when Dottie texted her pictures of them) and soon they were on their way.
Arriving at the PCA's, their first public event together since becoming a couple, they made their way along the red carpet, pausing for pictures and short interviews. Giuliana Rancic caught them to interrogate them about their clothes and Ryan Seacrest made inane chit chat before they finally escaped the gauntlet of flashing lights.
Once inside, they had to keep reminding each other to keep cool, because wow, there were so many stars around! They still weren't used to that. Blaine clutched at Sam's arm and Sam squeezed his knee on more than one occasion. Being in the audience at an awards show was vastly different from watching on TV, but far more interestin.
When the first category they were nominated in came up, they held hands, both hopeful, but honestly not expecting to win against other big name ships.
"Oh, I know him, he was in Love Actually," Kurt said knowingly, nodding at one of the presenters on screen. "They both need haircuts."
Santana flung a handful of popcorn at him. "He's on the Walking Dead. They both are."
Andrew Lincoln and Norman Reedus were reading off the nominees for Favorite On Scree Chemistry. Wickling was up against, Caskett from Castle, Delena from the Vampire Diaries, MerDer from Grey's Anatomy and Booth & Brennan from Bones.
"MerDer has to win," Rachel said with a nod. "They're such an endgame couple. Meant to be since episode 1!"
Artie raised a brow. "See, I'm kinda rooting for our friends."
"Cheers to that!" Dani and Elliot echoed. "Go Wickling!"
"God, I'm so glad I'm transferring schools," Sebastian muttered, tossing a glare at Kurt and Rachel as he flopped back onto the couch, dodging Santana's pinch and grmble about him abandoning them.
Further discussion was cut off as Andrew Lincoln rear the winner, announcing the Wickling had bested their competition and the cameras focused in on Blaine and Sam.
Both of them looked shell shocked and didn't move until Ming Na Wen leaned over and gave them a push. Together, still clutching each other's arms, they stumbled onto the stage, accepting the award and handshakes with wide eyes, the microphone picking up hints of their awed babbling.
"Holy shit, I just shook Andrew Lincoln and Norman Reedus's hands!" Sam said, voice slightly muffled but still audible.
In a similar tone, Blaine replied, "We have to remember to thank Kitty or she'll kill us."
With a grin, Artie said, "That's my girl!"
Finally turning to the microphone properly, they both blinked like deer caught in the headlights until Sam began to giggle.
"What?" Blaine asked him softly, clearly still trying to rally his own nerves.
"Character growth, Dude! I didn't start panic stripping this time," he blurted, eliciting a chuckle from the audience and making Kurt roll his eyes.
"Um…so, we really weren't expecting this," Blaine said, cheeks flushed and voice charmingly breathless. "Sam and I are newcomers, just moved out here last summer and we've been so fortunate to work on a show like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., with incredibly talented people on and off camera."
"Seriously, we wouldn't be here without them. Everyone has been so awesome," Sam added. "Our families and friends are beyond amazing and supportive too. Thanks everyone!"
"And a special thanks to our agent, Kitty! You're a miracle worker," Blaine added as the music began to play, signaling that their time on stage was ending.
The announcer's voice broke in as they began to head off stage. "Blaine Anderson and Sam Evans also shared the win for Favorite New Comer!"
"Oh wow, they won 2 awards!" Brittany said, bouncing happily as she cheered and pointed at the screen, which was showing Blaine and Sam backstage, grinning madly before Sam tugged Blaine into a kiss. "God, that's hot."
"So hot," Sebastian and Elliot agreed as Kurt huffed.
"Really, they're going to pull that now….and they mentioned Kitty, but not anyone else? That's rude….Hey!"
A pillow to the face, wielded by Santana cut him off. "For once, just don't."
"How do you have so much stuff? You were only in New York for like five months," Sam said, watching as the movers hauled a large sofa up to Sebastian's apartment. "I don't think Blaine and I have this much stuff combined."
"That's because you live in a shoebox," Sebastian laughed. When the Holtzbergs had decided to move to Austin to be closer to their grandchildren, Sebastian had put in an offer for their apartment and they had accepted. It was a nice place, bigger than Blaine and Sam's, but Sebastian liked having the extra space.
Blaine set down the small box he had carried up from the moving van and asked, "Are you going to paint or keep their color scheme."
"I'm having a decorator come by next week," Sebastian told them. "I missed the day they were handing out the interior design gene."
Nudging Blaine fondly, Sam said, "You're not the only one. I'm pretty sure Blaine would have painted our walls red if I hadn't stepped in."
"Hey! Red is a good color!" Blaine laughed, making Sam smirk.
"Sure, on you…Huge red walls in the bedroom, not so much."
"I'm surprised you didn't go for Warbler blue," Sebastian joked and Blaine wrinkled his nose.
"Even I know navy's too dark. It'd make our home look like a cave. I like the buttercream color Sam chose. It's warm and happy."
The compliment earned a kiss from Sam and Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You two are so wholesome. I need to find a West Coast version of Santana to help me keep my edge."
"Millie in 1C is basically the octogenarian version of Santana and she makes amazing lemon bars," Blaine helpfully advised.
"Great, we can play canasta and talk shit about the garden gnomes," Sebastian drawled with a shake of his head as he tipped the now finished movers. When they were alone, he playfully wiggled his brows. "You guys wanna help me christen the place? Adam's away on a set for a couple of months and we're not exclusive!"
They both knew not to take his flirting seriously and Sam laughed. "Sorry, Dude, no cable. How about dinner at our place?"
"I'll make crispy parmesan chicken and veggie," Blaine added with a grin.
"Well, when you put it that way," Sebastian agreed happily. "Let's do dinner, neighbors!"
TBC…