"B-boyfriend?" Sam spat, flabbergasted.
Blaine extended his hand to Sam. "Hi, I'm Blaine, like he said. I've heard so much about you!"
"If only I could say the same."
"Sam, please…" Kurt nudged her.
"You mean…Kurt hasn't said anything about me?" Blaine shrugged. "Well, all I hear about is you, and that voice, and how gorgeous you are."
"Sorry to disappoint. Fortunately, you don't have to live up to any expectations, because I've heard nothing about you."
"No, you are beautiful! And I love your voice! It's so smooth…" Blaine didn't seem too phased by Sam's accusations against Kurt.
"Can you please get mad at him so I'll feel better?" Sam demanded.
"I'm not mad. I'm sure Kurt had a good reason for not telling you."
Kurt smirked at Sam, and took Blaine's hand. "Shall we?"
"Yeah. You should come get coffee with us, Sam. There's a great place that Kurt and I always go to."
Sam grimaced. "I don't want to interrupt some intimate date or something."
"No intimate date here. Just three friends going out…and two of them getting to know each other finally," Blaine nudged Sam, smiling.
Blaine's smile was irresistible. It was no wonder Kurt seemed like melted butter in his hands. Sam just had to agree. "Fine," she huffed.
The three piled into Blaine's car and pulled into the coffee shop after about a five minute drive. Kurt had shotgun while Sam was alone in the backseat. Kurt and Blaine had so much to talk about that the radio didn't even have to come on. Sam saw Kurt's face and saw love written all over it. His spellbound look every time words came out of Blaine's mouth, the visible goosebumps whenever Blaine touched him – there was no way Sam would ever get in the middle of that. Any feelings Sam might have thought she had for Kurt had to be pushed aside, for she was witnessing something special, something she would never have the heart to ruin for him. For the first time in her life, Sam saw Kurt happy. Not just putting on a smile for everyone or telling her he was fine even though she could tell he wasn't – he was happy. Content.
Now inside the coffee shop, Blaine ordered for himself and Kurt, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted. Sam ordered a Chai tea and they found a table by the window.
"So, Sam, what do you think?" Blaine asked.
"Isn't it amazing?" Kurt swooned. "Blaine and I sat right over there –" he pointed to a table nearby, "when he told me he loved me." He took Blaine's hand and gazed into his eyes.
"It's true," Blaine blushed. "So you're from Philadelphia?"
"Yeah! Home of the Phillies…and really good food."
"So I hear! Philly cheese steaks, hoagies…"
"And it doesn't even stop there. The amazing food is endless," Sam sighed, falling into deep thought about her home.
"You miss it," Blaine noted.
"The hoagies? Yeah, I do," Sam laughed.
"No…I can tell you miss home. I know how you feel – when I was little we moved around a whole lot. Chicago was where I lived from birth to age five though, and it's the only place I really considered home until…" he paused. "…until I met Kurt, that is. I finally feel like I belong somewhere. I've always felt so out of place, you know, being gay and being different…but having someone truly care about you and love you really changes your mind."
"Yeah," Sam breathed.
"Yeah? That's it? After that inspiring speech?" Kurt squeaked.
"Yeah," she repeated. "I can see you two really love each other…I should get home," Sam suddenly stood.
"Grande chai! Grande chai!" The barista called.
" Yeah…I'll just get my drink and go," Sam said under her breath as if she were convincing herself to leave.
"So soon?" Blaine stood as his drink was called as well. They walked together to the counter.
"Listen, Blaine. Let's just say I thought I found someone who made me feel the way Kurt makes you feel. But it turned out he didn't feel the same. By the way, I'm not the type to bare my heart and soul to everyone, so you're lucky."
"Thanks! So what does this have to do with you skipping out on our hang out time?"
"It's still a bit of an open wound. It kind of hurts to hear you talk about it."
Blaine took a sip of his coffee and looked deeply into Sam's eyes. "Don't give up. I can already see you building those walls, closing yourself up and locking your heart away. Don't. Sometimes it's okay to wear your heart on your sleeve. I admire that in people."
"Wow…thanks, Blaine," Sam said softly.
"Anytime. Thanks for showing me your heart," he chuckled. "Now will you please stay? I would love to know more about you."
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