XXV. Lurking
Blaine let out a surprised hmm! as Sam pressed him against the car.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
Blaine let himself sink into Sam's kiss for one blissful second, then placed his fingertips on his chest to gently push him away.
Sam made a soft noise of protest as their lips parted. "What's wrong?"
Blaine shook his head.
"Not here."
"Why not? There's no one around." And he leaned in, once again brushing their lips together, but this time Blaine didn't let it go on.
"Sammy. Not here."
He immediately stopped at the tone in Blaine's voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked again, the playful smile fading from his face.
"It's the school parking lot."
"And it's empty."
"Doesn't mean people couldn't be lurking." Blaine flicked his eyes to the left, the right, scoping out the lot half-filled with cars but completely devoid of students.
Sam's smile returned. "Has anyone ever told you you're a bit paranoid?"
Blaine ducked away from him and opened the passenger door. "I'm serious! Trust me. You think no one's around, you think it's safe to go, and then you find out you're wrong and then you get jumped and you think to yourself, if only I had waited a little bit longer."
Sam hesitated a fraction of a second before placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine didn't turn back towards him.
"Is it right to guess that that's happened to you before?"
Blaine swung his bag off of his shoulder and tossed it into the backseat. "And for much less than kissing a boy, too. To be honest, it pisses me off a little bit. What have I ever done to them?"
It took until Blaine ducked into the car and closed the door harshly that Sam realized he hadn't wanted an answer.