Blaine's POV

Once Blaine had figured out how to put the football uniform on, albeit very awkwardly, he made his way out onto the field to try and keep up with the skills practice the rest of the team was currently participating in. He did some of this stuff with Coach Sue and the Cheerios, this shouldn't be too hard. Cheerios uniforms were a lot easier to manoeuvre in though. What was with the stupid helmet? Finally skills session was over and Coach Bieste ordered the team to carry out some plays. Blaine knew what was going on when he watched it on the TV, he knew the rules, he knew who did what - But what numbers are they yelling? How was Blaine to know what that meant? And then apparently he was meant to catch the ball and do something with it. He had never been able to catch a ball in his life. This was partly due to his bad eyesight. He had gotten contacts in the last few years. Sam's body had perfect vision and after he realised he was meant to catch the ball, the body he was in caught it fairly easily. The fact that he was meant to pass it quickly to someone else before getting pummelled into the ground by the entire team was something he would have to work on.

It was finally time to go home and Blaine could not be happier about that fact. That was until he got to the locker room and Coach Bieste was out for his blood.

"What the hell is your problem, Evans?" The former female arm-wrestling champ got into the bruised boy's face. "It's the biggest game of the season next week. You may think you can coast through on your god-given talent, but don't screw it up for the rest of the team. Have you forgotten the little fact that college talent scouts will be there? You want to go to college, don't you? From what I hear, this is the only way this is gonna happen. Now, get your head out of your ass or you will be on the bench for the entire game!"

"Yes, Coach. Very sorry." Blaine blurted.

Coach Bieste left the locker room as Puck came over to where Blaine had slumped onto the bench in defeat. Puck had just come out of the shower and was wearing nothing but his birthday suit as he came and stood directly in front of Blaine - his junk directly in Blaine's vision as he gave his friend a pep talk.

"Don't sweat it, Sam" Puck said as Blaine tried not to look at what the other boy had dangling in front of him. "You just hang in there. It's like a golfer. It doesn't matter how big you are, sometimes you lose your strength. You work on your stroke, bang a few balls all over the place. You wanna try touching my helmet? It works for me go ahead and give it a rub."

Wait what? Was it just Blaine who was distracted by all the double entendres, or had Puck just asked him to touch his …? Oh, football helmet, right. Puck now picked up the black shiny helmet and held it out for Blaine to touch.

"So, what makes it lucky?" Blaine asked as he reached out and laid his right hand on top of the protective equipment.

"Kind of silly really, but the first time Quinn gave me a hand-job, I shot my load all over it. It's a sentimental thing really." Puck explained looking fondly at his helmet.

Blaine quickly withdrew his hand, threw on his clothes and took off for home before he had to deal with anything else.

Hopefully tomorrow they would wake up and this would all have been a bad dream.

Sam's POV

The next morning Sam woke up to some poxy music blaring from beside him. 'Ew, is that Phil Collins?' He thought as he reached over to the offending noise and threw the CD across the room. Looking around his heart fell as he realised this was still not his room. 'Damnit!' Sam thought, 'another day as Blaine. Grrr.'

When Sam got to school he waited for Blaine to arrive. As he saw Puck's car pull up he waited behind a tree until the familiar body was near and grabbed it pulling the other boy out of view of other students and leaned him against the tree.

"I heard about football practice" Sam accused before any niceties could be shared.

"Yeah, those boys are really rough. I'm covered in bruises" Blaine said pathetically while touching his arms.

"I don't care about your bruises." Sam said wanting to enforce how important the situation was. "If coach benches me, my life is over – wait, wait - what am I wearing?"

Sam finally looked at his body, the one Blaine was currently occupying. He looked like a nerd! Where the hell did Blaine find those clothes?

"Chinos, an oxford cuff and a button down" Blaine explained as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I found it in the back of your closet.

"And that is exactly where they're meant to stay! At least until I have to go to another funeral!" Sam exclaimed in disgust. He was sure he threw that shit out.

"Nonsense, you can't beat a classic look" Blaine said as he checked himself and removed an invisible piece of lint.

"My hair! You made it all dorky!" Sam accused as he took in the gel and centre-part that Blaine had styled in his usually cool scruffy coif.

"A centre parting is very European-looking" Blaine defended his choice.

"No, it's very dorky looking" Sam was getting very frustrated with Blaine this morning. More so than usual.

"Excuse me for taking a little pride in your appearance" Blaine stood taller to portray more self-confidence.

"You could ruin me – I look like a taller version of you!" Sam spat out before realising he shouldn't have made that sound so accusatory.

"Well, as long as I'm stuck in this disgusting body, you'll just have to put up with it" Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.

"Alright. If that's the way you want it, sweet cheeks …" Sam said conspiratorially as he walked off.

Game on – Sam thought. This could be fun.

Blaine's POV

Blaine had tried to apologise to Sam for the rest of the day, but the boy inhabiting his body avoided him at all costs. He didn't turn up to Glee, leaving a note with the office that he had gone home early as he wasn't feeling well.

Grr. Blaine was going insane! So, the next morning when he was awoken by the buzzing of his phone he sighed in exasperation. 'Great, another day of this'. And now that Sam wasn't even talking to him, he had never felt more alone. He was stuck in a house full of strangers and he was forced to participate in a life in which he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Blaine walked down the hall quietly in search of Stevie and Stacey. He thought if he went to them, it would save some more bruises than if he let them jump all over him. When he got to the door of the blonde children's room, he paused and felt himself melt as he watched them sitting together with a book, flipping through the pages. They quickly noticed his presence.

"Sammy!" They squealed in delight. "Come and read with us."

Blaine smiled and walked into the room to sit with them. He could spare a little time before he had to start getting ready for school. The children shuffled so they were each cuddled into a side of their big brother and placed the book on Blaine's lap. He once again had the feeling like he was intruding. But he was starting to feel some genuine affection toward Sam's younger siblings. He felt a pang of what could have been if he and Cooper were closer in age. Or, if Cooper had at least been a bit nicer to him. His relationship with Cooper had improved greatly over the last few years. Cooper was about the only one Blaine thought of as close family these days. But anyway, now was not the time to dwell on those matters, Blaine thought as he opened the book.

At first he thought the book was in a different language. Nothing seemed to make sense. But then Blaine remembered – Sam was dyslexic. Blaine thanked his lucky stars that the book didn't have too many words as he bumbled his way through the story. He hadn't noticed the issues in this body before as he didn't take any notes in school. He was too distracted by actually being in this body and thinking about what he could do to get out of it. Stacey and Stevie hung off his every word as if he was the best reader in the world. Mrs Evans soon came into the room and got everyone moving as she was about to start breakfast and they needed to be dressed beforehand.

Blaine went to Sam's cupboard and thought about what he should wear. He really didn't want to make his neighbour any angrier, so he grabbed a dark grey hoody, white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He combed through the silky, soft blonde hair and styled it in the cute scruffy way Sam usually did.

When Blaine got to school, he waited near the front door for Sam to turn up. Puck walked off in search of Quinn. Blaine heard all kinds of wolf-whistles and saw everyone staring in the direction of the buses. Blaine took his eyes off the main gate to quickly see what had got everyone's attention before looking back at the gate. But what he saw made him do a double-take back in the direction of the stares.

He barely recognised his own body walking toward him with a confidence that he most definitely did not have. The person walking toward him was wearing skin tight black leather pants and a black shirt, which used to have sleeves, but had been crudely ripped to show off his biceps. The buttons of said shirt were only done up part-way with a good majority of his chest exposed. The hair was not gelled into place, no, it was gelled into defined curls that framed his face.

Blaine thought he may have been having a stroke as he could not move - Even as Sam approached him and sauntered past with a sly grin. Blaine quickly took off his hoodie and tried to cover the butt of his former body as it sashayed past.

"What are you doing?" Sam looked behind him, with an amused grin still adorning his face.

"Covering you." Blaine said, glaring at the on-lookers. "You look like a common prostitute."

"Damn, I was going for high-class hooker." Sam replied sarcastically, walking a bit faster to get away from the other boy.

"You can't walk into school like this!" Blaine pleaded to Sam.

"Watch me. Oh, by the way, the bus stops for you when you dress like this. I think the driver likes you, he winked at me." Sam laughed and took off past a group of both girls and guys who were ogling him.

Blaine recognised the pants as part of a costume he had, but it was meant to be for stage, not swaggering around in the general public. He looked around and found people still staring after the body that he was no longer in control of and felt very exposed. Well, if Sam wouldn't let him have any control over his body, then Sam was going to have even less control over his.

Every time Blaine saw Sam throughout the day, the former blonde swayed his hips and provocatively posed. At lunch, Blaine chose the greasiest food he could find and used his ridiculously-good looks to convince the lunch lady that he would like the whole whipped cream can - if it wasn't too much trouble. He sat at a table with some guys that he didn't really know, not caring if they were cool or not, but it was the centre of the cafeteria. Once seated, he started to gorge himself. Between each mouthful of tots, meatballs and fries he took a mouthful of whipped cream. While he almost stopped as he was feeling quite nauseous, the look on his own face as he saw it come into the eating area made it all worth it. Sam dropped the tray he was carrying and stood in shock watching Blaine put the wasted calories in his 'trouty' mouth by the bucket full. Close to tears, the leather pants clad boy ran from the room. Blaine felt a slight pang of guilt before shrugging and eating a few more fries for effect before leaving the plate half eaten on the table and taking off for the auditorium for a bit of a time-out with the piano.

After the frustration of yet another football practice, Blaine took the opportunity to take in the sites. As he was an openly gay student, many boys covered up in front of him or would wait for him to finish before entering the showers as they thought he would try to jump them or something. This was very narcissistic of the teenagers to think that would actually find many of them attractive enough to even check out. And even if he did, he was not a predatory gay that would actually go after any of the straight students. But as he now looked and sounded as though he was Sam Evans, he took the opportunity to stand at the end of the shower cubicles and lean casually against the wall to assess his fellow team mates. Hmm, yes, some of them were not bad. It was educational actually, that some of the guys he thought would be more hung were actually small and some that he thought didn't stand a chance were actually well endowed. Blaine sighed as he walked off with this information stored safely in his memory. But, yeah, he was correct in his assumption that the majority of them weren't worth checking out. None of them held a candle to the body he was currently standing in.

After dressing, he sat outside and waited for Sam so he could apologise for lunch. He would tell him that he worked extra hard during practice today and would go for a run later. But as Sam sauntered down the walkway with a smug look on his face, Blaine could see nothing but red as his frustration at Sam flared once again. He looked over and saw Britney, Santana and Quinn leaning on the garden talking before heading to their cars. Blaine took this opportunity to stalk over to Britney. He made sure he had Sam's attention and saw that he did as the smug look dissolved into a look of concern as he watched Blaine approach his girlfriend.

"Hey, Brit!" Blaine said as he approached the blonde cheerleader. "I have something I have to say."

"Let me guess, you want to apologise for calling this beautiful girl a slut." Santana said with her arms crossed ready to defend her best friend.

"Or are you telling me about the next apocalypse, because you don't need to worry, Lord Tubbington has assembled a team and – " Britney started yabbering and Blaine cut her off before he had to hear anymore.

"No. I'm afraid we can't see each other anymore" He kept his eyes on Britney as Santana still scared him, even though he was currently in a body that had a few inches on her.

"Very funny, Sammy" Britney laughed while Santana raised a well-manicured eyebrow in surprise.

"It's true, actually." Blaine enforced to Britney "I just don't find you that attractive anymore. Sorry"

"WHAT?" Was the response from all three girls in front of him.

"You look kind of … plain" Blaine shrugged, trying to channel the way a football jock would break up with his girlfriend.

"Are you becoming a full-time unicorn?" Britney asked excitedly.

Santana looked like she was going torn between hitting him or thanking him, so he took this opportunity to leave and head back over to break the news to his unsuspecting neighbour.

"What just happened?" Sam asked. All signs of amusement were replaced with suspicion.

"Seems you and your girlfriend just broke up. Commiserations." Blaine informed Sam with a hint of glee in his eye.

"No!" Sam was shocked. ""Not me and Brit-Brit" Sam looked longingly at his now ex-girlfriend who was trying to talk her Latina friend out of being violent with her now ex-boyfriend.

Blaine saw Sam watch Sebastian strut over to his BMW.

"I have to go. Tonight's kind of a big deal for me." Sam said as he put his bag over his head and started to follow the cocky teenager. He looked back at a suspicious Blaine and said "You too. Congrats. Tonight's the night you finally get to lose the v-plates!"

Blaine stood still and watched in horror as Sam took off after Sebastian and batted his eyelashes to the other boy saying, lord-knows-what before Sebastian opened the door and bodily helped Sam into the passenger seat before getting into the drivers seat and taking off.