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Chapter four – Lucky
"Hey, I know we don't talk that much, but you're my friend, right?" I asked the brown-haired boy.
"Of course, Samuel," Blaine answered politely, "I guess being in Glee almost forced us to be." He chuckled at his own joke. I grinned and let out a sigh of relief. The hallway was empty, but I still turned down the sound of my voice.
"Cool. Because I really need some advise. Would you mind grabbing a cup of coffee with me? My treat of course," I offered.
Blaine took a look at his watch and shrugged.
"I guess I have a moment."
We walked out of the school, heading for my car.
"I must say I am a little surprised, Samuel," Blaine said while I accelerated, "why are you turning to me for help? I mean, no offence, but we don't know each other that well."
I bit my bottom lip when he asked that.
"It's just… Something happened a while ago… And now I have all these feelings which I don't know how to handle and I suppose you're the perfect person to talk about it," I answered honestly.
"What kind of feelings?"
I glanced at Blaine while concentrating on the road ahead of me and took a deep breath.
"Confusing feelings… About Puck…"
I think I will never forget the look on Blaine's face when those words left my mouth. The curly-haired boy actually fell quiet until we got to the coffee shop. I locked the car and we walked inside, ordering our usual drinks. When the cashier handed them to us, we set down at a table in a corner of the shop.
"Explain," Blaine simply said, comforting me with his soft smile.
"Remember Brittany's birthday party two weeks ago?" I asked. Blaine nodded in response.
"There are some black spots, though," he chuckled.
"Remember the game we played? 'Spin the bottle'?" I continued, ignoring his joke.
"Yeah! It was hilarious to see Santana kiss Kurt!" he laughed, "And you and Pu-. Oh god. Are you serious? After that?"
I rolled my eyes at him for filling the gaps so quickly.
"Look, take it easy, okay? I just found out myself and I'm not even sure," I hissed at him. Blaine instantly got serious and I saw he was thinking deeply.
"Well," he said after a moment of silence, "what did you feel when you kissed… Puck." It still sounded weird to me to actually gain that question.
"I don't know…" I lied.
"Don't bullshit me Sam. Did you feel something or not?"
My eyes widened when I heard the persuading tone in his voice. I sighed and looked around the room. People were just drinking their coffees and had no idea of the life-changing confession he was about to make.
"I felt… Like I was on fire or something. Sparks. Magic," I almost whispered. A big smile was appearing on Blaine's face.
"It's not funny," I warned him.
"I'm sorry Samuel, but it actually kind of is," Blaine said, "if I only image you went to Kurt to trust him with this information instead of me…"
"… Then he definitely would've snogged me right n-."
"Yupp," Blaine responded, showing his amusement.
"Seriously though," he continued, "what's the problem?"
"What's the pro-? How about I have fucking feelings for my best fucking friend?" I blurted.
"And there it is," Blaine simply said.
I shocked when I felt a warm feeling spreading around my chest as that one sentence left my mouth. I didn't speak for what felt like an hour and Blaine just sat there with a grin on his face. After a while he broke the silence.
"So, how do you feel now you've admitted it to yourself?"
"What the fuck, dude," I said, still astonished about what I found out about myself, "What does this mean? Am I suddenly gay now?"
Blaine laughed at my ignorance.
"Well, how do you feel about other guys? Are you attracted to them too?"
"No… I guess…"
"Look," Blaine said as he laid a hand on my shoulder , "it's okay. You don't have to put a label on yourself if you don't want to. Just think about what you just discovered about yourself and try to give it a place."
"What do you think I am?" I asked, still wrapped up in my own world. Blaine sighed hopelessly.
"I guess you're… bi…"
"Why? I didn't feel something when your hand is on my shoulder."
Blaine took his hand back as soon as I said that and for a second I could've sworn I saw a little embarrassment in his eyes.
"Okay. Being bi-sexual has got two meanings," he explained, "most people think it's when you fall in love persons, not caring about their gender…"
I nodded affirmatively.
"…But actually, being bi just means that you fall in love with both genders."
I took a moment to let this new information sink in.
"I guess the first one kind of sounds like me…" I admitted.
Blaine smiled softly at me.
"That would make you pansexual."
"What?" I said with a confused look on my face, "do you guys have a word for everything in your world?"
Blaine started laughing and I stared at the table, shying for the fact I was making fun of his and his world.
"I just didn't mentioned it before, because I know that term isn't familiar with everyone yet," he said.
"Thanks Blaine… For listening to me," I suddenly felt very girly when I said that. A light blush covered my cheeks.
"Anytime," Blaine said.
A couple of days later I decided to just tell Puck. I needed it to get off my chest, because when I was around him, either at school or anyplace else, I started to feel uncomfortable. That one night I took a chance when Puck was coming over.
"You texted me you had something to talk about," Puck said, "what is it, man?"
He was standing in the doorway of my room, looking at me with a concerned look in his eyes. I kicked myself in my head for actually texting that. But I knew I had done it so that I couldn't back out of telling him, because I knew Puck wouldn't leave before he knew what was going on.
"Well… I… I j-just wanted t-to tell you that…" I heard myself stutter, which was odd, because I only did that when I had to read out loud in class.
"...That…?" Puck continued, after grabbing my shoulder – which made a bolt of lightning shoot through my body – and setting me next to him on my bed.
"I… I… Damn it," I started to get frustrated.
"Dude, calm down, just tell me," Puck said, still with the same confusion on his face.
"Swear you won't hate me if I do?" I asked, kind of scared.
"Of course not! You're my best friend!" the Mohawk boy declared.
I started nervously fumbling with my hands as I tried to get the words out of my mouth. Just say it, Sam, you moron.
"I think I like you," I blurted out. It felt like the world was lifted off of my shoulders.
"Only more than as a friend," I quickly added.
"Wow," Puck responded, taking in my confession, "cool!"
I thought I turned hard-of-hearing in the last two seconds.
"What?"
"No, seriously, dude. That's kind of nice," he turned to me, "The Puckerman just reached a whole new level of hotness."
I slammed my own forehead when he said that.
"Puck, are you actually getting what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, man!" he answered excited, "but how did you find out?"
"I kind of got all these weird feelings after we kissed at Britanny's party," I explained.
"Nice…" he simply said.
"So, how do you feel about me…?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
"Hm," I saw Puck thinking, "I guess kissing you was kinda hot…"
I smiled when I heard him say that, but forced it away when I thought about the consequences.
"So, what does this mean…? For, like, our friendship?"
"Friendship? What the hell are you talking about, dude?" Puck said with a weird look on his face.
My whole life shattered in front of me. Of course Puck would react this way. Why would he be interested in being friends with a guy who likes him? I stood up from the bed and laid my hands at the back of my neck.
"I'm sorry, I never should've told you…"
"What? No, no, no," Puck respond surprised. He followed me to the window where I was standing, just gazing outside. I felt his arms lock around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I shivered when I felt his breath near my ear.
"I like you too, Sammy…"
I turned around and faced him with a confused look in my eyes.
"… And my best friend becoming my boyfriend is the most awesome thing ever."
The next day, I met up with Blaine again, at the same coffee shop.
"What's up, Samuel?" he smiled when he walked towards me.
Before I said anything, I immediately pulled him in for a tight hug.
"Whoa, what was that for?" he asked surprised.
"For actually changing my life," I said thankfully.
I told Blaine every detail on how my conversation with Puck went. He was surprised to hear Puck was comfortable with the idea of dating me.
A week later, Puck and I told Blaine that our relationship was official. I always wondered if Puck had mind that Blaine already knew what was going before he did, but if he did, he never showed. Blaine found a week was kind of soon for us to refer to each other as actual 'boyfriends', but we quickly explained to him that it felt right. I mean, we had known each other for over a year, so there wasn't much we had to discover about each other, except for the physical part…