So I have to be honest, this one gave me quite a bit of trouble. I would just sit and stare at the word "Europe" on an otherwise blank document, until a few days ago I was dancing around to Forever Yours by Alex Day and my sister pointed out that he's British, which is, well, European. So while this drabble has otherwise nothing else to do with Europe, I took the chorus to the song and used it to write an awesome day in the lives of Blam.

XXVI. Europe

Remember the time when we stole the whole day?

And nobody knows it, we took it away,

And it will be forever mine,

And it will be forever yours

Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,

We'll never forget how it feels to be young,

Cause it will be forever mine,

And it will be forever yours

Sam had learned by now to rely on Saturdays, to look forward to them with a fervor that far outweighed that of even the most sleep-deprived student. The week was bogged down with school and work and dangerous hallways, and Sundays were mostly taken up by church and then having to hang around with Stacey and Stevie.

But Saturdays.

Saturdays were when Blaine woke him with a phone call at the obscene hour of nine, when Sam groaned and mumbled excuses for staying snug and warm in bed, when Blaine had to either incessantly chatter in his ear or threaten him with increasingly unpleasant scenarios until he sighed and swung his feet onto the floor; both always worked.

Fifteen minutes later Blaine would be waiting for him, sitting on the steps of his porch; Sam would honk the horn as he turned onto Blaine's street, and he would sprint across the front lawn, tear open the passenger's side door, and literally dive into the seat. Sometimes head first. And when he popped back up, his smile never failed to stop Sam's heart.

Today was no different. The Blaine from yesterday, the weekday Blaine, the reserved, terse Blaine swallowed up by an oversized sweatshirt, he was gone, replaced with a bright show of white teeth, of crinkled eyes and fitted sweaters and bow ties. The bullies' Blaine had been replaced with Sam's, and thank God.

He leaned over and pressed soft lips to the corner of Sam's mouth. "So what are we doing today?"

Sam laughed; it was always like this, with Blaine so eager to just get out of the house that the planning stopped after step 1: wake up; step 2: meet Sam outside.

"I was thinking…food?"

"Only if you share pancakes with me."

Sam made a face. "You know I don't—"

"Yes, I know you don't, you only ever get eggs or toast or other equally boring things but come on it's Saturday and football's been over for a week now. Do you ever eat anything unhealthy? Besides Doritos," Blaine added as Sam started to answer.

Sam laughed and gave a shrug. "Sometimes."

"But not enough. Come on, I want pancakes and so do you."

Sam drove to their favorite diner reluctantly, but of course Blaine turned out to be right, as he did more often than not; Sam really did want pancakes.

"See?" He exaggerated the movement of fork to mouth, chewing and swallowing. "I do not only eat boring things."

"Verdict's still out on that one; pancakes aren't exactly what you'd call exotic." Blaine grinned up at him teasingly from his place next to Sam in the booth. "But yes, I'm very proud of you."

"You better be."

"I am."

They dissolved in laughter then, because they were so not funny but they were hilarious and even though their thighs were already touching they scooted closer because they could. Because this section of the diner was mostly empty, because they were a few towns over and nobody here would know them anyway.

And as long as they were near it…

"Sam, I don't know…" Blaine glanced around the parking lot hesitantly as Sam parked. "I've never done this before."

"You've never been paintballing before? What, too scared?" Sam winked, teasing.

Blaine shrugged. "Just never had anyone to go with."

A smile lit up Sam's face, and he pulled Blaine from the car. "Well, now you have me. So come on!"

Blaine poked at a large, splotched bruise on his arm. "Ow."

"Oh, come on, stop being a baby."

"You're not the one who got nailed from five feet away." He plunked himself down on the couch in Sam's living room.

Sam turned from where he knelt at the DVD player with true guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry, you know it was an accident, you surprised me and I didn't mean—"

"Hey, calm down. I'll get you back next time."

Their smiles met each other as Sam joined Blaine on the couch.

"So…. Episode IV?"

"No, I thought we'd start with the first one." Blaine deadpanned, and then watched as Sam's face grew more and more horrified; finally, Blaine couldn't do it anymore and let himself break first into a smile and then hysterical laughter.

Sam put a hand to his heart and breathed deeply. "You can't give me a heart attack like that! What if you had been serious, Blaine? I don't think we could have survived something like that."

"Wow, you really are that serious about this, aren't you?" Blaine laughed and huddled into Sam's side.

A red hue tinged his cheeks. "Blaine, it's Star Wars. How could I not be serious about it?"

"Oh no, I completely understand, don't worry." And he added something under his breath as he plucked the controller from Sam's fingers and pressed play.

"What was that?"

"I said, it's really nice to have someone else who does, too."

Sam added that to the list of the countless times where Blaine had the power to completely stop his heart.

This will be forever mine

This will be forever yours

Now we own the night and it can't be undone

Forever Yours by Alex Day