Sam's POV

Sam woke the next morning to a crazy beeping sound. What were his little brother and sister up to?

"Quit it!" He yelled, sitting up with the starting of a headache. "I didn't drink last night did I?" He asks himself while he starts to open his eyes.

This was not his bed. This wasn't his room. Holy shit - That wasn't his voice. He looked down at his body.

'WHAT THE….!'

This was not his body. Where were his abs? Where were his well-developed pecs he was starting to become proud of? Oh, this can't be happening. He slowly looked down his pyjama pants, which in itself was crazy as Sam hadn't worn anything to bed since he was 14. There was cock in there. Phew. But not his cock. This was shorter and maybe a bit thicker? It was half hard, but he was not that inspired to do anything with it because, well … what the?

Blaine's POV

Blaine was sleeping peacefully until all of a sudden the house was collapsing. Things were falling on him and there was a terrible squeal. Maybe there was a tornado? Oh wait, no - there were kids jumping on the bed. What the…? How did they get in my room? Blaine covered his ears and sat up.

"What are you –" he stopped the beginning of his tirade. That was not his voice. He opened his eyes further and looked at the arms that were bent near his face. They were a bit bigger than usual. He looked further down and saw that he was completely naked. There were pecs and abs and oh my – a very erect … He quickly covered himself, or whoever he was with the blanket, as the squealing children were starting to pay attention.

"Sammy, what is that?" The little blonde girl shrieked as she sat down next to him and tried to look under the blanket.

"Who – " Oh, there was that voice again. What was happening? He looked at the children closer, both of which were wrestling each other over the top of the blanket. They were Sam's little sister and brother and … the body he is now trying to keep control of is …. Sam's?

"Blaine!" He heard his own voice from outside. He wrestled the blanket from the kids, very easily with the muscles he was currently sporting, and went to the window to see where his voice was coming from. And there poking out of his own bedroom window was himself, with a very harsh scowl.

Opening the window, Blaine could do nothing but shrug at Sam – himself – whoever that was.

"We need to talk. Get downstairs. Now" Sam grumbled before slamming the window and disappearing.

Sam's POV

Sam had thrown on whatever clothes he could find. Jeez Blaine dressed like a grandpa. True, Blaine looked adorable in this stuff. Sam didn't know how the bow tie things worked, but put on a red sweater and black and white vest over some white skinny jeans. He liked Blaine's ass in the white skinny jeans.

"Stop it, Sam" he admonished himself, in Blaine's voice. He shook his head at the absurdness of this. He can't think about his neighbour that way, especially now, while they were … Jeez – Blaine better know how to fix this. Before leaving the room he checked out his appearance and saw all the curls flowing around his head. Wow, they were gorgeous. But Blaine would be pissed. Sam thought he better not piss him off. Not if he could potentially be the reason and or the answer to this little … problem. So Sam grabbed a jar of the ever present hair gel (there were like 10 jars in this room alone) and plastered the hair down to a tame state.

Sam snuck quietly out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He stealthily looked around each corner to ensure Blaine's parents or brother weren't going to ask him something. When he got downstairs, he stopped and listened. The only sound was of the outdoors – birds, cars etc. Inside the house felt cold and … weird. Sam thought he would risk it and check out the kitchen. His stomach growled as he thought about what his mum would be cooking up next door. Opening the fridge his heart sank. One litre of milk, a slab of butter, a few salad fixings and a can of diet coke was all that it held. Blaine's family were rich, weren't they? Why don't they have any food? He looked in the pantry and found a box of muesli and some tins of soup, bags of flour sugar etc and a jar of honey.

"Hello?" Sam yelled, seeing if there was actually anybody there. At first, he thought, Awesome! But then as he stood proudly with his hands on his hips thinking of what he would do with his freedom, he couldn't help but think of his family next door. He loved them all so much that not having the interaction with them this morning, felt kind of wrong. He started to frown, thinking about how often his curly-haired neighbour actually woke up to this kind of cold silence.

Blaine's POV

Blaine had managed to get dressed after Sam's mum had called the little ones down for breakfast. He felt weird going to school in ripped jeans, a flannel shirt and a hoodie, but that was what Sam would have worn. He thought he better try and look and act like his neighbour would normally. He didn't want to upset the blonde any more than he already was. Blaine was upset too, but he just felt like crying, not yelling.

When he got downstairs with his school books, or what he could find of Sam's school things, he was engulfed again, this time by a burly man who hugged him tight.

"Morning, Son! Sleep well?" The man (Sam's Dad?) asked and waited patiently for Blaine to answer.

"Y-yes, um sure" He spluttered out. Blaine was not a morning person until he had gotten to the Lima Bean and gotten his medium drip coffee hit.

Blaine tried to step around the tall blonde to the front door only to be linked arm –in – arm with him and led to the kitchen.

"Good to hear. Let's go have some of whatever smells amazing" The man happily chatted as he pushed open the kitchen door and led Sam in. "Oh, my beautiful wife is not only hotter than Nigella Lawson, she cooks better too!"

With that Sam's dad engulfed a blonde woman who was standing at the stove from behind in a loving hug that sent chills up Blaine's spine. Wow. How beautiful. His parents never interacted that way when they were in the same room as each other, they were barely in the same country at the same time anymore. Blaine wondered if he would follow in his parents' footsteps in the romance department, or would he be lucky enough to find someone that could love him anywhere near as much as these two obviously did?

Blaine shook his head to stop himself from thinking such rubbish. He shouldn't be daydreaming. He had a life plan and he never dared to actually believe that anyone would want to actually be his partner in life and love. He had never had anyone even remotely interested, well except Sebastian. But all Sebastian wanted was his body for one night. Probably not even that long. No, Blaine had thought of this often and told himself that he had survived for quite some time on his own (since he was 13 and his last nanny had left due to differences she had with his mother) and he would get through life quite easily without someone to care for him.

"Sammy, your sautiges are getting cold" the little blonde boy lisped in his direction. Blaine smiled gently at the mispronunciation of sausages. These kids were adorable. But very loud and energetic.

"Um. Ok. Sure." he stuttered, and placed the backpack on the floor near the kitchen door and sitting at the table next to the small boy. Blaine never really ate in the morning, but it did smell good.

"You feeling alright, Sam?" Sam's mum came over and touched his head as Sam's dad sat opposite him and looked over with concern.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking" Blaine politely replied, not wanting to worry the nice family.

"Ok. You look a little pale and you're not eating …. Sam, this has been happening a lot lately. You aren't worried about your body again, are you? You can talk to us – or I could make you an appointment with Dr Richter, again? You seemed to really respond to him"

"No, no, I just have a bit of a stomach ache." Blaine lied, trying to not think about why Sam would be having issues with himself that needed medical treatment. "I will be fine. Look, I am taking a bite"

Blaine started eating the sausages and egg white omelette on his plate. Eggwhite omelette? Isn't that what girls ate when they were watching their figure? Blaine's mind was going a mile a minute thinking about what he had learnt of his beautiful, blonde neighbour. How could he think badly of his body? He was an Adonis!

After a few more bites he heard a horn blast outside.

"Ooh there is Puck, Honey. You better get out there. Have a great day!" His mother patted his head again and kissed it softly before sitting down herself to eat.

"You don't want him to go without you again, do you?" Sam's dad laughed. Blaine watched as the ruggedly handsome face became serious again. "And seriously, Sam. Come and talk with us if you are worried about anything, please?"

Blaine looked at the concerned faces of the blondes in front of him. He couldn't talk for the lump in his throat, so he simply nodded and took off for the door. He felt like he was intruding in a moment that belonged to Sam.

Running outside he heard the ridiculous horse noises over the rumbling of the motor of Puck's vehicle. He looked toward his own house and felt a pang for the quiet, calm morning routine he loved. Sam was in there somewhere. Lord knows what he was doing. But the blonde was nowhere to be seen, so Blaine thought he better do as Sam would and get in the car.

"Oh, good lord, here we go." Blaine muttered to himself as he made his way to Sam's best friend.

"Let's go, pretty boy!" Puck yelled. "Places to go, ladies to impregnate!"

Blaine tried opening the door to get into the car, to slip in and get the ride over with, but the door handle seemed to be stuck. Puck slowly leaned over and opened the door from the inside, looking at Blaine like he had lost his mind. Puck had his arm in the air, expectantly. Oh, yeah! That ridiculous hand shake, clap thing him and Sam do – Blaine remembered but simply ignored it and sat in the car looking straight ahead as he thought of something to say.

"You know, seeing as how you actually impregnated Quinn last year, maybe you shouldn't use that term so freely" Blaine smirked at Puck who was still looking at his friend as if he was on drugs.

"Dude, just hit it!" Puck dismissed him, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other leaning on the door. He looked kind of pissed. Oohh , sore point huh? Well, Blaine thought, I will have to keep that bit of knowledge away for future reference.

"What do you want me to hit!" Blaine asked, completely confused as to exactly what Sam and Puck got up to in this car. Puck simply gave an exasperated sigh and pressed play on the car stereo, turning it up loud to avoid any more awkward conversation.

Sam's POV

Sam at that moment came running out of the house holding his sandwich he had just finished making with bread he found in the freezer. Who keeps bread in the freezer?

"Dude, stole my ride!" Sam yelled, frustrated that he would have to take the bus. Once again, why didn't Blaine have a car? The size of the TV had not gone unnoticed by Sam who was already thinking about the movie marathon he was going to convince Blaine they were going to have to celebrate getting their bodies back.

Sam made his way to the side of the road just in time to see the bus flying by.

"Hey, wait!" Sam took off in earnest, trying to catch the bus while all the students were poking faces and laughing at him. Sam flipped them the bird as he eventually slowed down and decided he would rather not get on with those idiots.

By the time Sam made it to school his mood was going from bad to worse. As he approached the building he saw Britney in a tight dress as Santana predatorily circled her. Why wasn't Brit wearing her cheerleader uniform? Was all Sam could think as he stood and watched the two interact. He wasn't blind. He knew there was something more than merely friendship between his girlfriend and her Latina 'best friend'. Brit always hung out with Santana a lot more than what she did with him. He didn't really mind, but maybe that's why he never allowed himself to really fall for the blonde cheerleader. He knew her heart was with her friend, who was currently putting her arms around Britney and kissing her on the cheek. Hmmm, yeah, he may need to address that soon.

Sam was starting to feel quite miserable as he entered the hallway and found Blaine, in his (Sam's) body, leaning against the lockers looking lost and, if not mistaken, as if he was about to cry. But Sam was too pissed at his situation to care.

"What have you done to me?" He exclaimed as he got to the other boy and roughly pushed him into the lockers.

"Get your hands off me, you big bully!" Blaine replied indignantly. Which sounded completely ridiculous given that Blaine was the one in the bigger body now. "You think I am responsible for this?"

"Well what are we going to do about it?" Sam asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How would I know?" Blaine asked quietly, looking around to see if anyone was watching their exchange.

"You're the one who knows everything. Or thinks he does, anyway"

"Well, not this time" Blaine said, quietly looking at the floor.

"Well, then you better figure out a way for me to get my body back!" Sam hissed, annoyed that Blaine wasn't fixing the situation as quickly as he expected. The remark sparked something in Blaine as he reanimated and replied snarkily.

"You think I am having fun in your body? You think I want to wake up to Ren and Stimpy every morning?"

"Leave Stevie and Stacey out of this." Sam glared, protectively. "You better not have yelled at them. We're a very close family."

Blaine held up his hands in surrender. "I get it. Believe me."

The school bell rang before Blaine could say anymore. A look of panic crossed Blaine's face and then his face crumpled. To Sam's horror, he watched his green eyes become big and glassy and his full lips turned down at the corners.

"What, are you crying?" Sam asked. "No, no, no, you can't do that here. No. It will be fine, we will be fine. We just need to get through today and we will figure something out at lunch time ok?"

Blaine nodded and wiped the tear that had fallen down his cheek. Sam gently put his arm around the other boy's waist, protectively. He wished he had his body so he could engulf Blaine in his arms like he always wished he could do. Even though it was his own body, he still felt very fond of the other boy and wanted to make him feel better.

"Ok, so we have History and English this morning. We are in the same class for those anyway, so we should be fine OK?" Sam spoke close to Blaine and watched him take a few calming breaths.

"Ok," Blaine uttered, shakily. "You get your books out of your locker for me and I will do the same. We need to tell each other the codes."

"See, there's the smart Blaine I know!" Sam exclaimed, keeping his voice light, trying to cheer up his neighbour. "Now let's get to class pilgrim"

Sam's John Wayne impression did its job and made Blaine laugh as they headed toward their first class and hopefully they could come up with a way to get them out of this … situation. The sooner, the better.