Sam's POV

Sam was waiting outside Blaine's house for Quinn when she pulled over on the curb to pick him up for the sleepover. He snickered to himself as he thought about how he had dated all three of the girls he was about to have a sleepover with. Of the three of them he had only had sex with Britney - Santana scared him too much (thank goodness she wasn't interested anyway) and Quinn was too freaked out that she would get pregnant again. Puck had since convinced her that condoms were not the work of the devil.

As he walked into Britney's room with Quinn he stood and gaped at Britney and Santana making out on the bed. He didn't think he had ever heard them make those noises when he made out with either of them. 'Hmm, maybe this was for the best. Maybe Britney and Santana were meant to be together.' Sam thought to himself. Santana looked sideways when she noticed they weren't alone and broke away from Britney when she saw a boy in the room.

"Why did you invite the choir-nazi hobbit to our sleep over?" Santana demanded of Quinn.

"C'mon San, Blaine's the co-captain of the Cheerios we should make more of an effort to spend time with him and get to know him. He is really nice." Quinn defended smiling at Sam and glaring at Santana at the same time. That was quite a good trick to pull off.

"Becky is the other co-captain," Santana crossed her arms across her chest as she glared Quinn. "You don't see me lining up to give her a manicure do you?" Quinn rolled her eyes and Sam hoped they weren't going to now invite Becky, the perky blonde co-captain to come over as well. She was a little scary. Not as scary as Santana but …. yeah.

"Blaine is cool. He just wants to hang, right?" Quinn encouraged Sam to defend himself (well, defend Blaine) for being there.

"Yeah, can't wait 'til we all get in our jammies" Was all Sam could say as he wanted to tell Santana that she was a rude bitch and if anyone should go, it should be her!

"I guess." Santana seemed to be wearing down. "I see you have finally found the error of your geekish ways?"

"Oh yeah, I just wanna have fun!" Sam sad hoping he didn't sound too sarcastic. Who did she think she was? He only ever went out with her as she had pretty much bullied him into it. And thank god she had then decided to dump him.

"Yay!" Britney shouted excitedly jumping up and down on the bed. "Let's get into our PJs!"

Quinn jumped on the bed with Britney and started having a pillow fight. They dragged a reluctant Santana up with them and took each other's shirts off.

Let the games begin.

Blaine's POV

Puck killed the engine of his car in front of a house overflowing with drunk teenagers and blaring a bass that was threatening to shatter the windows. They were obviously at the venue of the party and Blaine tried to get the excitement back that he had earlier but all he felt now was nervous.

"Oh yeah, check out that ass! Target locked in." Puck drawled as he ogled one of the girls walking into the party.

"What about Quinn?" Blaine asked. He didn't really know what was going on with them two. They were on more than off lately. He could tell that Puck genuinely had feelings for his blonde girlfriend. 'Why did some guys have to ruin it all to try and be cool?' Blaine thought to himself.

Puck looked around the car, sarcastically. "Nope, I don't see her" He said and ogled as more girls were entering the party.

"Think about it." Blaine implored. "Are you willing to betray the love of a good woman for the cheap thrill of a tawdry one night stand?"

"You crack me up." Puck chuckled loudly. "Who is that an impression of?"

Blaine just shrugged and looked at the house, giving up on trying to understand Sam's friend.

"You're the faithful one buddy." Puck said with his hand on Blaine's arm. "I'm the Puck-man. I have locked target and I am going to go and get some of that ass. Are you with me? You need to get back on the horse after finally getting rid of the lesbian."

"Britney is not a lesbian." Blaine defended Sam's ex-girlfriend. He had his suspicions that Santana and Britney were a little closer than most friends, but he didn't doubt her feelings for Sam. Britney was most likely bisexual …

"Suit yourself, man." Puck brought Blaine out of his musings. "Now get out of this car and get drunk with me before I make a fool of myself and break down Quinn's door and tell her I love her and she needs forgive me for being a horse's ass."

Puck suddenly looked at his hands in his lap and said quietly, "Dude, I just need a night to forget this shit. I screwed up and I know it. Quinn's off talking bad about me to the Bitchios while they're waxing each other's bits and I just need to get drunk and pretend I don't have any regrets and go flirt with these girls and get so wasted until I forget my own name and end up with the worst hangover tomorrow during which I am going to go and grovel to a beautiful blonde."

Blaine smiled slightly. This was Puck saying that he needed some guy time to sort out his feelings.

"You are going to grovel to me?" Blaine joked trying to lighten the mood in the car. "You said beautiful blonde so …"

Puck let a puff of air out in amusement and relief. He smiled at his blonde friend.

"Okay," Blaine said "Let's go lock in some of those targets."

Blaine hopped over the passenger and rounded to the driver's side. Puck had also gotten out and grabbed the 6pack of beer out of the back seat and threw his arm around Blaine's shoulder as they entered the party.

Sam's POV

Meanwhile at the sleepover, Britney lay on her stomach in front of Sam, painting his toenails. Sam thought this was a good time to talk to her as Quinn and Santana were currently in the ensuite waxing or bleaching things that Sam really didn't want to know about.

"So you and Sam, huh?" Sam asked looking to see the girl's reaction.

"Oh" Britney scoffed. "That is completely over"

Sam frowned at the lack of feeling from his former girlfriend.

"Such a shame." He continued. "You were the perfect couple"

"I was only really seeing him because he is the quarterback." Britney looked away.

"Without you, he is just another dumb jock with his brains in his shorts." Santana said as her and Quinn came out of the bathroom to join the other two in the bedroom. "Which is convenient because there's nothing much else going on down there, if you catch my drift." Santana giggled, putting her arm around Britney's shoulders.

To Sam's horror, Britney and Quinn were giggling also.

"But, it's ok." Britney said as she looked at the job she had done of the toes in front of her. "He needs to explore his dolphin side. And I am happy that I can as well."

With this Britney got up off the floor and sat on Santana's lap kissing her softly. The two girls shared a long intense look as Quinn cleared her throat.

"So, Blaine!" she said she grabbed Sam's hand and got him up off the floor. "I couldn't help but notice when we were getting changed that you're a little on the bristly side."

"What?" Sam asked confused.

"Down … below." Quinn elaborated as she gestured her own crotch. "You've got sort of a rainforest thing going on."

"You checked out my junk?" Sam asked incredulously.

Quinn merely nodded as if that was a normal thing to do.

"Plus - It's a bush. Isn't it supposed to be … bushy?" Sam asked, wondering where this was going.

All three girls shook their heads as Britney informed, "We've all gone totally Latino"

"You should too." Santana smirked

"You know we could do it for you right now" Quinn suggested with an excited look on her face.

"Latino?" Sam shrugged. "What the hell. Let's do it!"

Sam got carried away with Quinn's excitement, but wondered what Blaine would think about the man-scaping.

"We have a green light on the Brazilian!" Quinn's voice rose higher with excitement. "Santana get me scissors and depilatory strips. Britney we need towels and hot water, lots of it."

Quinn delegated jobs to the girls and they quickly moved as if they were about to start some serious operation.

"Now, Blaine" Quinn now addressed Sam as she positioned him onto his back. "Just relax and do exactly as I say"

Once Sam was on his back, Quinn ripped off his pyjama bottoms. Suddenly Santana and Britney were back and grabbed a hold of each leg, forcing them apart. Quinn shoved a face cloth into Sam's mouth.

"Bite down on this." Quinn instructed as Sam looked elsewhere in the room. It was best just to let them do whatever they were going to do. Quinn was rubbing something along his groin, but luckily he didn't make a fool of himself by cracking a woody. The fear of what was about to happen was probably enough to make his dick (or Blaine' dick) shrink away from offending hands.

"Ok, 1 … 2 … 3!" Quinn pulled the wax strip off.

Sam screamed into the face cloth as coursing heat ran through his groin.

"Excellent." she breathed as she held up the first strip full of Blaine's pubes.

'Oh god, Blaine is going to kill me!' Sam groaned around the cloth in his mouth.

Blaine's POV

The next morning, Blaine was feeling like he had been hit by a truck. He lay on what felt like a pile of rocks. Spinning rocks. His head pounded and his mouth felt like it was full of cotton wool. As he started to come back to earth he just made out his own voice and voices of children 'Oh great, I'm not dead – but I still look like Sam and live with his noisy little –' Blaine stopped the thoughts as even they seemed to hurt his head.

The bed dipped slightly beside him and gentle hands touched shoulder.

"Blaine?" He heard his own voice whisper to him. He felt a pang of longing for Sam's voice to whisper to him. "Here, take things and you should start to feel better."

Blaine cracked open his eyes slightly, not letting too much of the blinding light in. Sam was sitting on the bed holding a couple of aspirin and a fizzy liquid. Blaine took them gratefully.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked as Blaine finished the drink and set the glass on the bedside table.

"A little better, thanks. What happened to Stacey and Stevie?" Blaine asked as he wondered (now the room was spinning slower) why there weren't children bouncing noisily on the bed.

"I asked them to give you some time as you weren't feeling well. They will pester you about it later." Sam grinned cheekily. Blaine gazed at the other boy and was sure he never made his face look that … mischievous.

"How much did you drink last night?" Sam asked, still whispering in empathy for Blaine's situation.

"I don't know." Blaine pouted.

"Ooh" Sam sympathised.

"I just remember feeling unusually happy and having a really good time. Then it was like someone picked up the room and started spinning it." Blaine groaned.

"Think of it as a rite of passage, Dude!" Sam excitedly grinned. "Just …go easy next time"

"Mm" Blaine mumbled and looked gratefully at his neighbour. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Yeah" Sam blushed and looked away uneasily. Blaine didn't know his skin tone could actually blush. "See you after lunch? We have stuff to do today"

All Blaine could do was nod as the other boy took off through the window and crossed through to the house next door through the tree.

A few hours later when Blaine felt more human, he ventured out through the window to swing across to his own bedroom. As he landed (rather heavily) in through the window he saw Sam sorting through some of his clothes in the wardrobe.

"You came through the window!" Sam exclaimed excitedly as he turned to face his neighbour.

"One of the many new skills I've acquired as late" Blaine replied, quite proud of his accomplishment.

"I'm trying to decide what to wear for your audition" Sam explained why he was going through Blaine's cupboard.

"Navy suit, white shirt, red bow tie" Blaine automatically responded. He had been planning this audition for as long as he can remember.

"You don't think … maybe … something a little hotter?" Sam asked with a teasing smile.

"Sam! It is essentially a college interview…" Blaine started to rant until he noticed the smirk on his own face. "You're joking."

"At least now you can tell." Sam said softly teasing. "But I keep getting distracted in here. Dude! You have been holding out on me! I had no idea you like comics!"

Blaine felt himself blush and realised there was no way to get out of this. The whole school was going to know he was a dork… Well a bigger dork than they already thought.

"I don't have some of these issues! Have you seen my collection in the bedside cupboard? We should totally get our collections together and work out which ones we can lend to each other!" Sam said excitedly as Blaine noticed he had created a separate pile of comics beside him.

Blaine stood with his mouth open staring at the excited face in front of him. Was this really happening? Did Sam just tell him he was also into comics? He realised he must have been gaping a little too long when Sam hung his head and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Um … that is if you want to. You might not want to lend any to me which is cool, totally –"

"No! No, that would be great." Blaine blurted shaking himself out of his shock. "Of course we can swap. I'm sorry. I just had no idea you would be into comics."

"Are you kidding? I love them! I love Marvel and DC. I don't want to decide which is better. And I love all the movies based on them too. Oh and who is your favourite Avenger?" Sam excitedly babbled.

"Easy – Iron Man" Blaine automatically replied.

"Nuh-uh – The Cap all the way." Sam responded.

"Let's agree to disagree on that one. But yeah I love those movies too." Blaine smiled at Sam and the two held each other's gaze for a few counts before both shyly looking away.

"Ah…. I've been thinking" Sam rubbed the back of his neck again. Blaine thought this was very cute. He was going to have a sore neck when he got it back from the all the rubbing Sam was doing.

"While things are like this," Sam continued "I wonder if it would make sense if we went to the homecoming dance together. Because… well ….. who else would be go with? It wouldn't be a date!"

Blaine looked quickly to the floor to hide the disappointment in his eyes at the last statement that was forcefully tacked onto the end of one of the best questions he'd been asked in his entire life.

"No, of course it wouldn't" Blaine shrugged. "But yeah, I would like that."

Sam seemed to let out a breath and smiled widely at Blaine. "Great it's a date, not date … date"

Sam's blabbering and stuttering was interrupted by Cooper at the bedroom door knocking and yelling out.

"Hey, Squirt" Cooper announced himself as he opened the door "I'm going to head to the –"

Blaine froze as soon as he heard his brother. When Cooper came in and noticed him in his brother's room, Blaine saw the shock and amusement cross his face.

"Hi Coop – er" Blaine remembered what he looked like, but couldn't help but be excited to see his brother. "How are you?"

"Great, thanks" Cooper slanted his eyes quickly toward Sam, who waved, and blue eyes came back to Blaine. "You are Sam from next door, right?"

"Yes, yes I am" Blaine had an overwhelming urge to cry.

"Cool." Cooper looked back toward Sam with eyebrows raised. Blaine recognised this as Cooper's way of asking if everything was ok. But Sam thought … otherwise.

"Oh, nothing's happening. We were … studying" Sam blurted to the older man.

"If that's what you want to call it" Cooper sent another look toward Blaine, which made the latter nervous. He didn't say any more to him though as his attention went back to Sam. "I'm going to go to the store. You need anything? Or do you want to come with me?"

Blaine had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the tears. He missed his brother so much and he wouldn't be here long before he would have to go again to another film shoot. He just hoped they could fix this whole body thing before the older man had to leave again.

"I'm all good. Thanks, bro" Sam smiled. Cooper gave them both a slanted look and left the room without another word.

Blaine cleared his throat and made his way to the window. "I'm going to head back to your house too. I have – uh – I have homework." He hopped into the tree and took off before Sam could say anything. With the tears in his eyes, he missed the ledge next to Sam's window and he slipped down to the limb below with a thud.

"Ow!" He couldn't help but yelp from the pain in his ass.

"You ok?" Sam asked with genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm ok." Blaine yelled back. He noticed the other boy hanging out the window watching his every move until he was safely inside. With a soft smile to each other the boys went on their own way. Neither remembered they were supposed to be practicing football plays and audition pieces that afternoon…