Sam's POV

Sam walked through the intimidating halls of the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. In an act of defiance he had decided to wear a red blazer over a navy shirt and pants with a red and navy checked bow tie. It wasn't really an act of defiance as Sam knew Blaine looked amazing in red and navy and he needed Blaine to look good for this interview. Sam tried to take deep breaths to calm his heart down as he tried to collect his thoughts. What he would do to have Blaine here with him. Blaine made him feel calmer. Sam was still hurt by what he learnt of the other boy and how he felt about him. But Sam decided to use this to prove to Blaine and himself that he was more than that. That he was capable of doing much more than what most people thought of him. And over the time him and Blaine had been in this bizarre Freaky-Friday thing, he learnt how quite a few people thought about him. The good and the bad.

A pretentious little woman suddenly cleared her throat near him and broke Sam out of his internal reflections. She motioned for him to follow her down the hall. 'Ok, Sam' He thought to himself 'Game on'. He walked into the large room that looked like it might be a dance studio with ballet bars and mirrors lining the walls. There was a shiny black grand piano in the corner and an older man in a grey suit sitting beside it, looking bored already. Sam wondered how many other wannabes he had interviewed already today.

"Mr Anderson" The older man half stood in greeting.

"Hello" Sam nodded at the man. "Blaine, please." Sam offered to try and take some of the iciness off the situation.

"Hi Blaine, I'm Geoff. Take a seat." The man offered with a smile. 'Phew! Score 1 Sammy!' Sam patted himself on the back as he took the proffered seat in front of the man. 'Hmm, I have to talk before just breaking out in song with the piano – oh dear' Sam thought as his heart beat almost out of his chest.

"Now Blaine, one of the qualities we hope for in any NYADA student is their passion. Your term papers and test results are exemplary but your love and knowledge of music is rare in a person of your years" Geoff said to Sam as Sam nodded along. This was not news to Sam, Blaine was a fricking genius and a little Mozart to boot!

Geoff gestured to Sam to elaborate and Sam shifted in his chair and cleared his throat.

"Thank you. It is an important part of my life. I like the way that music can portray feelings and express your emotion - complicated and deep feelings that you can't explain literally." Sam tried to channel Blaine and thought of some of the ways he talked to him about his art.

The interview kept going and Sam did his best Blaine impression and thought he was doing a fairly good job until it came to what Sam thought was a trick question.

"Blaine, what about contemporary composers. Are there any that you particularly admire?" The interviewer was sitting forward in his seat, eager to hear Sam's answer. But Sam thought about the question and thought the man was having a go at him. Surely a NYADA student can't come in here and say they like Nikki Minaj or Taylor Swift, could they? Wasn't it all about the old guys in wigs and Shakespeare stuff? That was the stuff that Blaine had drummed into him.

"No?" Sam said, though even to his own ears it sounded like a question. 'Come on, Sam! Don't stuff this up!' He chastised himself.

"Oh, why is that?" The interviewer asked.

"Because they suck?" Sam couldn't help the grimace on his face as he said it. But he was way out of his depth. 'Why didn't these guys just tell you what they wanted to hear? Why can't they ask simpler, more direct questions?'

"Oh. So if new songs are no longer relevant, than songwriters such as yourself are doomed to extinction?" The interviewer challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, no" was all Sam could say as he saw that he was losing the interest of the greying man in front of him.

"I think that will be all. " The interview started to say as he wrote a few notes on the clipboard in front of him. Most likely how much Sam sucked. But this wasn't for Sam. Blaine did not suck!

"But I didn't get to play my song?" Sam announced trying to save the interview.

"I think I have heard enough" Geoff didn't even look at Sam as he scribbled some more derogatory notes.

As Sam rose from his chair feeling a large aching hole in his chest he caught Blaine's sad reflection in the mirrors on the wall. Yes, it was him – Sam that was sad and depressed from the interview, but it was Blaine that he was doing this for and he needed to try one more thing… for Blaine.

"Actually, I do like some modern music. In fact I love them." Sam sat back down.

"Oh." The interviewer stopped and looked at Sam due to the conviction in his voice.

"Yeah. Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Kelly Clarkson to name a few."

"And you consider their music exemplary?" Sam noticed the interviewer wasn't judging him, he was just genuinely interested in what Sam had to say.

"Yes. They tell the story of our generation." Sam smiled as he continued to talk about how the music made him feel and how he had certain songs for certain moods. He thought at some places he was jabbering on a little too much, but Geoff seemed to be interested in what he was saying and encouraged him to continue.

Geoff gladly let Sam take the piano after a few more minutes of talking. Sam put everything into Blaine's song. Every emotion, thought, feeling he had, went into Blaine's composition. Blaine's face swam before his eyes and Sam finished the piece with the greatest sense of bitter-sweetness.

Sam ran to the bus after his interview/audition was over to get to the game. He looked at Blaine's watch and saw that is was almost time for kick-off. He could almost see the coin toss in front of him as the bus hurtled toward Ohio.

As Sam raced as fast as Blaine's legs could carry him into football stadium he could hear his father shout over the crowd "That's my boy, that's my son!"

Sam smiled as the fuzzy feeling ran through him. He missed his parents. He paused before heading into the bleachers as his eyes sought out Blaine. He missed Blaine too. All he wanted to do was talk to the boy and sort out the things that were said last night.

Sam found the boy currently occupying his body and locked eyes with him. He tried to give him an "I'm sorry for being a shit" and "you're going great" telepathically. It seemed to have worked a little with the ghost of a smile that he received … seconds before Blaine was knocked to the ground as he found himself in the middle of play.

"Razorbacks take the lead 14 nothing early in the fourth quarter" The announcer reported as Sam headed for the stands and towards his parents.

"Oh, Hi Blaine. Shouldn't you be on the field in your cute little Cheerio outfit?" His mother greeted him.

"I had my interview with NYADA today, I just got here." Sam answered her, a little perturbed that his mother would speak that way to Blaine.

"Oh … I didn't think football would be your thing if you didn't have to be here" His mother implored.

"Just here to support Bl …. the team" Sam stumbled through his answer as his eyes tracked Blaine's movements.

"Yeah well, we're not doing too good" His father answered, a bit sick of the chit-chat while he was concentrating on how his son was doing on the field. Sam too shifted his focus to the field as Blaine had the ball and faked to Puck and ducked out of the way of on-coming opposition.

"Yeah! That's my boy! My flesh and blood, ladies and gentlemen!" Sam's dad stood and yelled to whoever would listen. Sam's mum grabbed his arm and yanked him back down as Sam smiled quickly at his dad before looking back just in time to see Blaine get the ball to Puck and Puck leap his way over the line.

"Touchdown by Noah Puckerman" The announcer yelled as the crowd went wild.

As Sam and his parents sat back down again from the excitement, his Dad offered him "You want a munch of my dog?" His dad took the sausage out of his bun and handed to the boy without paying attention.

"Yeah thanks, Dad." Sam accepted the sausage and looked quickly at both his parents when he realised his slip but they weren't paying any notice as they were watching the game in front of them. Blaine was doing an amazing job. Was there nothing he couldn't do?

Blaine and Sam locked eyes as the final play was about to start.

"This is make or break for the Titans" The announcer built the moment for the crowd which all seemed to be on the edge of their seat. Sam sure was.

"Come on Blaine." Sam whispered, not quiet enough though as his father looked at him a little funny. Sam ignored him as all his focus was on the man on the field.

Blaine's POV

Blaine couldn't see anyone open so he just took off with the ball before he was tackled. Using his boxing skills as well as those he has learnt from Sam and practices with Coasch Bieste to avoid all other players, he leapt over someone who has mid-dive to tackle him and somersaulted on the ground ove the line - resulting in a touchdown.

"Oh my god. I did it!" Blaine whispered to himself in disbelief in the few seconds of silence before the cacophony of sound started. Sirens, screaming and shouting erupted in the stadium as the announcer confirmed -

"SAM EVANS WINS THE GAME FOR THE TITANS!"

Blaine had to look for Sam to see what he thought of his play. Their eyes sought each other and Blaine could see the pride and happiness shining back at him. All Blaine wanted to do right now was to go to the other boy and explain everything and let him know how he felt about him. He felt so good right now, he felt the confidence to do anything. Including being shot down by the boy he loved deeply. Before he could move toward the other boy though, he was caught up in his team as they hugged and cheered their way to the locker room.

As they were heading through the corridor, a man in a bomber jacket grabbed Blaine's elbow and pulled him to the side.

"Great game, Son. Great game." He said as he shook Blaine's hand.

"Thank you, Sir." Blaine politely replied as his heart beat wildly in his chest. 'This was it; this was Sam's big chance.'

"You decided on a college yet?" The scout asked him.

"I've had my heart set on NYADA since I was a little boy" He automatically responded before mentally kicking himself.

"That's funny." 'Phew, the scout had a sense of humour'. He gave Blaine his business card. "Look, get your parents to give me a call, alright? It's not NYADA but I think you will like what we have to offer."

Blaine beamed "Wow! Thank you so much" he shook the older man's hand again.

"Great game" The scout repeated as he sauntered off up their stairs and back onto the field. As Blaine was staring after the man, he saw Sam coming down the stairs toward him. As their eyes met and Blaine smiled at Sam, Sam ran toward Blaine and took him in his arms.

"You did it! You were great!" Sam murmured in Blaine's ear as he squeezed him tight for a few moments before stepping back slightly and looking into Blaine's eyes.

"Thank you. Did you see me out there?" Blaine asked a little shyly, wanting desperately for more validation by Sam.

All Sam could do was nod. Blaine thought Sam looked like he was going to cry. He was probably upset he didn't get to play such an important game.

"I kicked ass!" Blaine thought he would lighten the mood before he remembered to tell Sam the important news. "Oh, and that guy? He was a scout! He gave me this card! You're going to college! No spactulas!"

"Thank you!" Sam said solemnly as he grabbed and squeezed Blaine's arms. Blaine was grateful for the contact.

"You know what the best part is? I totally loved it! Your adrenaline gets pumping and the crowd gets totally into it. Just like performing!"

Sam looked sad and Blaine once again berated himself for rubbing in the situation the meant Sam missed the game as he was...

"Oh, the interview. Oh my god I totally forgot it. How was it?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide in realisation.

"It was amazing. I mean the place was incredible. And for a moment I really felt like a part of it… I gave it my best shot." Sam rubbed the back of his neck in the self-deprecating way he always does.

"I'm sure you did. And that's all anyone can ask. And I'll tell you something, NYADA would be lucky to have someone like you. Thank you" Blaine said and believed wholeheartedly. Sam was amazing and Blaine would help Sam with getting the most out of this college opportunity.

Sam scoffed and smiled "Ditto. You know if I had to spend my life as someone else, I'd be honoured to be you." Sam looked at Blaine through his eyelashes and back to the floor again.

Blaine's heart flip-flopped and he whispered back. "Ditto back at ya!"

"Double ditto!" Sam blurted out.

"DOUBLE DOUBLE DITTO" Both boys blurted out at the same as they fell into a fit of giggles. The giggles subsided though as they both felt suddenly dizzy and the world seemed to turn on its axis. Blaine reached out a hand to Sam's shoulder to ground himself when he saw that Sam looked to be going through a similar sensation. He was about to ask what was happening when he felt as though he was being pulled inside out through his belly button and the world went black. As he opened his eyes he realised he had to look up to see Sam. And he saw Sam in his beautiful body standing in front of him. He looked down and saw he was back in his own body and Sam was indeed back in his original body. Things had been rectified … Why did he feel a little sad at the thought?

He looked up into Sam's eyes and oh, how he had missed looking into them. He smiled and Sam smiled back. He needed take Sam somewhere and explain about why Cooper had said those things and they could move forward … together. Sam opened his arms and was about to hold him when Sam's body was suddenly flung into the air. Puck and Coach Bieste had gotten sick of him not celebrating with them and had come to get him. They carried him on their shoulders back to the locker room as Sam said, "Hey guys, I'm back!"

"What are you talking about man, this is the beginning! Woo!" Puck exclaimed as they lowered him to the ground and he was engulfed once again.

As Blaine rounded the corner to try and lure Sam away again he stopped as he saw Britney leap on Sam. "Hey there, football hero. Do I look attractive enough for you today?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Sam seemed to wrap his arms around her and kiss back greedily.

Tears filled Blaine's eyes as he turned back down the hallway and ran home.