*Writer's Note* Yes, I am a VERY bad man for not adding more chapters sooner, but I just finished writing my first book and am very excited about it. This is quite a short chapter, but I threw it together to let my fans know that I am writing on the story again, and the next chapter we get into some more drama, deviousness, and of course diva-spectacular behaviors. As usual please leave lots and lots of comments. I respond to all personal messages, and feel free to call me bad names for neglecting this story for so long. As always, thanks, ~Donitello~

Chapter 37: Love in the Making

Sam and Blaine had been out of the loop too long with Kurt to remember when it came to underhanded behavior he was the man to turn too. Santana was more muscle and 'in your face' which wouldn't work in this situation due to the need to counterbalance the horrific lie Tommy had uttered creating a new form of hell for Ryder. Sam still didn't like the idea of working with Kurt, but Blaine could see the bigger picture. He knew that Kurt was going to be a key asset in this shake down, and although he hated to see Sam dismayed over him being there, Ryder was the most important aspect of the situation currently.

"Listen Sam, I know you don't like him being here…but would you rather Kurt be a part of this and get Ryder back in school, or would you rather he leave and make it more difficult to even get him heard," Blaine asked in Sam's bedroom after they had returned to Will and Emma's apartment.

"I know what you're saying, and I know it's better; but…it's ass face Kurt. He abandoned you in a bar in New York City after he stole your phone, and could have gotten you in serious trouble," Sam exclaimed in venom.

Blaine moved across the room to cradle Sam in his arms and offer some reassurance that he still belonged to Sam heart and soul. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt for the pleasure he gained from knowing Sam becomes so jealous over him and that he loves him so much he doesn't want anyone to get close enough to hurt him.

Blaine straddled Sam from behind, laying his head on his left shoulder and rubbing his sculpted arms softly. He would stop at the white cotton strap of his A-shirt; and then ran his hands through the arm holes to caress the tight hard six pack abdomen and paying special attention to the pectorals.

Sam was enjoying the attention to his body and would thrust his head back to Blaine's body, and every time he'd attempt to reach up to touch Blaine he was thwarted by Blaine's hands. Apparently this was just about Sam and Sam alone. All he could do was take it!

The boys rearranged themselves on the bed so that both were more comfortable. Blaine wasn't nearly finished with Sam's massage, and Sam had only begun to enjoy himself. This was what love was to them. It wasn't the sex, it wasn't the debates over sexuality, nor trying to prove to everyone that they were with their soul mate. Love was the stolen moments when it was just the two of them bonding together either in conversation, tactile episodes, or turning a carnal act into a passionate interlude that will grace their memories forever.

Blaine pulled his hands out from under Sam's shirt and then pulled it off him entirely. It wasn't fierce, or rabid but instead slow and languid motions fueled with emotion. The softness and appreciation from Blaine's fingers electrified Sam and found itself harnessed into a swollen lightning rod located direct center of Sam's well groomed groin. Without realizing Sam's cock had swollen to new heights. He was fully at attention and showing quite proudly through his flannel pajamas. He wasn't allowed to move his arms for his curl clad captor had him held tightly kneading his aching muscles as a sculptor would fashion clay.

Blaine worked his magic fingers down Sam's torso agonizingly. Sam was getting to a point he needed relief. He was felt his writhing dick pulsating and desperate for Blaine's touch. He was no longer wanting it, he was needing it. Blaine's finger tips had barely passed the elastic band of Sam's pajamas when Sam arched upward forcing Blaine's hands deeper into the wanted position. He placed his thumbs as the base and worked his remaining fingers under the scrotum putting light pressure on Sam's inner thighs. Sam could hardly take it any longer when he felt Blaine grasp his aching dick with just the right pressure to make a desperate groan escape Sam's lips. Blaine was in full control of this situation, although he had no intention of this scene when he first started. He tugged up and then down slowly at first. He savored the feeling of having Sam completely submissive this way. Looking over Blaine saw that Sam's eyes were lightly fluttering and his luscious lips were gapping open, with little gasps emerging with every pull from Blaine's hand.

Sam was thrusting his hips in sync with Blaine's movements and both boy's breath were growing more rapid as the seconds flew by until finally Sam's body stiffened up and a sputtered gasp flew out. Sam had exploded his cum all over Blaine's hand that was still trapped in pajama pants, but Blaine didn't mind. He merely removed his hand and licked a little off the top. He then grabbed Sam by the chin and pulled his face closer to his and took him in a deep and passionate kiss. The kiss ended quicker the Sam was wanting, but was grateful for what he had gotten. Blaine pulled himself out from behind Sam and searched the floor for an old tee shirt to clean off his hand and give to Sam to clean himself as well.

"Jesus dude, that was awesome," Sam exhaled.

"Well, you seemed a little tense and you know how I worry about your over working your muscles. They get so sore and tired." Blaine said without realizing what he'd set himself up for.

"Yeah, well, there seems to always be one muscle that demands special attention when you're in the room." Sam mumbled sheepishly with a wicked smile creeping across his face.

Blaine blushed because his naïve mind had finally caught up to the conversation, he turned and jumped back on the bed straddling Sam from the front this time and grabbed him up into a deep kiss that lasted longer this time pleasing Sam, and giving him a happy ending to a horrific day.

The next morning the two boys found themselves back at the Lynn residence where they were met by Jake, who was skipping school, a depressed Ryder, a bored looking Kurt, a determined Mrs. Lynn, and a scheming Santana.

"Alright My Little Ponies, were waiting on one more person to arrive and then it's 'game on bitches.'" Santana announced.

"Who are we waiting on?" Jake asked confused. 'There was never a mention of someone else being involved yesterday,' he thought to himself.

The doorbell rang, and Santana hopped to attention. When the door swung open everyone was completely flabbergasted to see who was on the other side.