The first sight that greeted Blaine when he woke was the column of Sam's throat. With his cheek pressed to the taller boy's shoulder, he had an up close and personal view of the very vivid bruise he'd bitten into winter white skin the day before.
His breath caught. There was a very visceral response to the idea that he had left a mark on Sam during a moment of passion, an easily identifiable mark that would not be easy to hide.
Sam wasn't really a turtleneck or scarf kind of guy.
Raising a hand, Blaine brushed a finger over the mark and received a grumbled, "Don't."
"Does it hurt?" he asked, feeling a surge of guilt, as he surely didn't want cause Sam any pain.
"Only when you poke it."
That was a relief. Eyeing the bruise again, he kissed Sam's shoulder and murmured, "Sorry for indulging my inner caveman."
Sam chuckled. "I didn't say reminded the hickey. 'S hot."
"Really?" Blaine replied, smiling and tilting his face up to look at Sam. "Cuz it will still be there when we go back to school. Everyone will see…."
"Dude, I did kinda date Santana. Compared to her methods, this is subtly staking a claim."
Knowing Santana, Blaine new that was more than likely true.
After healthy breakfast of oatmeal and fresh fruit (Sam was getting twitchy after too many heavy meals), Blaine let him down to the basement to where their small home gym was located. It wasn't much, just a treadmill, heavy bag, some weights, a chin up bar and a few floor pads, but Sam was clearly thrilled by it.
Deciding to get in a workout himself, Blaine worked the heavy bag while Sam ran through exercise after exercise with a single-minded determination. The blonde was soon red-faced and sweaty, breath coming in short puffs as he worked.
It was a rather distracting sight.
The sight Blaine allowed himself to enjoy once he finished his own exercise and cool down. Sam kept going, showing off a little and doing a series of clapping push-ups before rolling onto his back for long series of ab exercises, some general and some designed to target specific muscles.
The pelvic thrusts were particularly interesting and Blaine was smiling to himself by the time Sam collapsed into a panting, sweaty sprawl on the floor.
After several harsh breaths, Sam said, "I really needed that. All the food was catching up with me."
"If it was, I couldn't see it," Blaine assured him, dropping down to sit by Sam's hip. "But then, I like you for more than your gorgeous body."
Sam smiled. "It doesn't hurt though," he replied, tugging up his shirt to reveal the taut, glistening expanse of his abs.
Looking down at the bared skin, Blaine placed a hand on Sam's smooth belly and stroked gently. "You are beautiful," he murmured. "Outside and in."
At times Sam's odd, come and go self-confidence issues could be confusing, but Blaine decided a steady stream of reassurance couldn't hurt.
Currently, Sam was gazing up at him with big eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Leaning down, Blaine kissed him softly, using both hands to cradle Sam's face. Their foreheads met as the kiss broke, breath mixing and eyelashes mingling.
Quietly, shyly, as though he was afraid to shatter the delicate atmosphere that had set in the room, Sam asked, "Would you…want to take a shower with me?"
"Yes." It was a very simple reply, but really the only one appropriate.
Together, they made their way up to Blaine's bathroom, fingers tangled the entire time.
Two years ago, Blaine had come home from winter break to discover that his mother had all the bath rooms in the house remodeled. After his initial surprise had worn off, he'd been delighted.
His bathroom was awesome.
Aside from the basics of the toilet and sink (not so basic, a lovely, tiled counter and wood cabinet), there was a soaking tub and separate shower, which had a dozen sprays and a nicely sized bench built into the back wall.
Plenty of room for two people.
Sweaty clothes were shed, but both boys hesitated at their underwear. That last barrier had yet to be fully removed during any of their encounters and it felt like a big step.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of his black briefs and shoved them down to where gravity could take over. Eyes on Sam, he kicked his feet free and then stepped back into the shower, turning on the taps and letting the sprays warm.
For a moment, Sam just watched him, eyes bright and Blaine wondered if perhaps he was having second thoughts. But that idea was quickly squashed when Sam shucked his own boxers and stepped into the shower, closing the door to trap some of the steam with them.
Blaine had seen Sam wet before, at the school pool, occasionally in the locker room and yesterday, in the hot tub, but none of those instances compared to this.
The various sprays of water hit him, running down his body, forming little streams between defined muscles. Random, dewey droplets clung to skin, some lingering and others slipping to join the rest of the waters inevitable southward slide.
Reaching up, Blaine cupped Sam's face, thumbs brushing over damp skin and making Sam sigh happily, the blonde's hands settling on Blaine's hips as their brows met.
"Blaine."
His name was a faint murmur and he let his thumb swipe across full lips before tilting Sam's head slightly and sealing their mouths together. It started slow and hesitant in deference to the newness of what they were doing, Sam's lips of Bosch, perfect tease.
It was sweet, innocent and intimate at the same time and only made Blaine want more. Slowly, the heady feeling of getting lost in the kiss grew and Sam moaned, drawing Blaine closer as they finally deepened the contact.
Sam caught Blaine's lower lip between his teeth, nipping gently, which caused Blaine to groan and encouraged him to press forward, licking into Sam's mouth. It was hot and a little sloppy, all tongues and teeth and slide of wet skin on wet skin.
A shocked gasp spilled from Blaine's lips when Sam wrapped one of his hands fully around Blaine's cock, pumping slowly. Unable to form words for a moment, he clung to Sam's shoulders and lost himself in the sensations.
"Is this good?" Sam asked, breath hot against Blaine's ear as he sucked at the soft skin behind it. "Tell me what you want."
Sam's words, an echo of that first dream, sent a shock through Blaine's system and he let out a keening whine, struggling to control his body's responses. "Could you…" he gasped, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "Both of us…in your hand…."
His request was obviously clear enough, as Sam shifted, lining his own cock up side Blaine's before giving them both a tug.
Awkwardly, they thrust together into Sam's hand, finding a fast, stuttering rhythm as they kissed. It was messy and perfect and Blaine came first, spilling over Sam's fist moments before Sam followed suit.
Weak kneed, they stumbled over to the shower bench, sinking against the cool tile and leaning against each other, not willing to part just yet.
After few minutes to rally himself, Blaine murmured, "We should probably wash up."
"Okay," Sam replied, but didn't move from where his nose was pressed against Blaine's temple.
It took a while longer for them to urge their limbs back into action, but soon enough the air was filled with the scent of eucalyptus body wash and shampoo. Blaine smiled indulgently when Sam worked a palm-full of shampoo into his hair, fingers carding through curls and washing away gel. He contented himself with rubbing body wash vigorously over any part of Sam he could reach in watching the bubbles slide down his body.
Cleaning up to quite a while, as they were both rather distracted by each other (and by more kissing), but eventually they were both scrubbed pink, rinsed free of soap…and fully aroused again.
A perfunctory attempt to dry off was made before they tripped back out into Blaine's room and fell onto the bed in an eager tangle of limbs.
Blaine moaned into Sam's mouth, the feeling of being pinned beneath the larger boy making him grin, both different and familiar than how it had been in his dream.
Sam wasn't as much of a tease as Dream!Sam had been, steadily working his way down Blaine's body without prompting. Wanting to see exactly what he had planned (and hoping he knew), Blaine refrained from commenting, simply murmuring praise and encouragement.
With even strokes and a tight circle of fingers, Sam took Blaine's cock in hand, then swiped his tongue from the base to the tip, swirling around the head and lapping up the pre-cum that had formed there.
Blaine whimpered when he took the head into his mouth, tongue still working as he slowly began to bob, hollowing of his cheeks and creating a lovely suction. Enthusiasm made up for in experience and Sam was pretty good about not using his teeth, so Blaine let himself get lost in sensation, smiling as his fingers found purchase in Sam's soft, blonde hair.
When he felt himself getting close to the edge, Blaine pulled on Sam's hair hard enough to convince him to back off. Panting, Blaine managed to gasp, "Didn't want to cum in your mouth."
Licking already wet, red lips, Sam nodded and pressed an open mouthed kiss to Blaine's belly, then crawled up to catch Blaine in a deep, searing kiss. He could taste hints of himself on Sam's tongue and that was just a revelation.
Their bodies arched into each other and it was almost too good. With a frustrated exclamation, Sam pulled away, eyes wide and dark with lust. "Lube?" he panted unevenly and Blaine shuddered happily.
Nodding, he flailed, trying to reach the bedside table and failing. With a hard kiss, Sam rolled off of him so he could move and Blaine lunged for the drawer, finding the condoms and lube with slightly shaky hands. "Do you want me to get myself ready or do you want to…."
Sam was still gazing at him, flushed and beautiful, stretched out on Blaine's dark bedcovers. His teeth sank into his lush bottom lip, worrying it in before he murmured, "I want you to make love to me."
Later, Blaine would be glad he hadn't yet managed to get the cap off of the lube before Sam said that, because he fumbled with it, dropping it onto the bed in surprise. Sam's request caught him completely off guard, as Blaine had assumed he want to top, at least initially. Kurt had preferred that and Blaine was agreeable either way so he hadn't pushed… And Eli had just assumed….
"Is that okay?"
Apparently, he'd sat there, blinking and staring for too long and Sam was peering at him nervously. "Yeah, yeah, of course," he said in a rush. "I just thought you'd want to…."
"I do!" Sam interrupted, a new redness flooding his face. "Next time, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine replied, letting a hand run down the long line of Sam's back. "It might be a bit uncomfortable the first time."
"I'm good. Really. Brittany's toys."
Well, that answered that question. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed it to Sam before gathering up the lube again. "Put that on your hips."
Sam complied without complaint, watching over his shoulder as Blaine crawled over to settle between his spread knees. Gently, Blaine stroked one of Sam's thighs, a motion to center and sooth them both as he gazed at Sam, at miles of smooth skin and shifting muscles, at the dimples of Venus at the base of his spine, and his perfect, rounded little ass….
Impulsively, Blaine leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one of those pert cheeks, following the gentle affection with a playful nip. Sam gave a little yelp of surprise, but didn't protest, merely spread his thighs a bit more.
When Blaine let his thumb brushed against Sam's entrance, the tall boy's breathing stuttered and an anticipatory shiver rolled down his spine. His reaction may Blaine feel like his skin was suddenly too tight and he acted with more purpose, gripping Sam's cheeks and dragging the flat of his tongue over the puckered hole before him.
Sam's back bowed, his head and shoulders rising up as he gasped, "Oh God, Blaine!"
With a smile, Blaine applied himself, licking over and over around Sam's hole, again and again, watching as the muscles in Sam's thighs jumped and twitched. Once the little ring of muscle with shiny with saliva, he pressed his tongue forward, licking in a bit and earning a choked cry.
By the time Blaine pushed a lube finger into Sam, the blonde was moaning steadily, twitching and writhing. He gasped and sighed like the intrusion was relief and Blaine soon added a second finger working the digits in and out and stretching the tight muscles, occasionally scraping over Sam's prostate, an action that dragged sobs of pleasure from him.
Blaine had to grip the base of his own cock by the time he got a third finger worked into the velvety, clenching heat of Sam's body, unable to fight back his own moans. "Sam…you have no idea how incredibly hot you are… I'm almost done, just looking at you, watching you…."
"Not yet!" Sam demanded, looking back at him with lust dazed eyes. "That's enough. I'm good. Please!"
Withdrawing his hand from Sam caused the taller boy to whimper, but Blaine focused on carefully and quickly rolling on a condom then slicking himself with a generous amount of lube. Determined not to hurt Sam, Blaine drizzled some more of the slick onto Sam's hole before shuffling forward on his knees, lining himself up and pushing in. Even stretched, Sam's body was a tight squeeze around him and Blaine moaned, thrusting shallowly as Sam began babbling encouragement.
"Good… Blaine, oh!... More…."
Cursing the fact that, in this position, he wasn't tall enough to stretch up and kiss Sam over his shoulder, Blaine ran a trembling hand up his flank as his hips finally landed, snug against the curve of Sam's ass, as deep as he could go. The clutch of Sam's body around him was amazing, warm and intense and Blaine made a few tiny thrusts to get accustomed to the sensation.
He mouthed at Sam's shoulder blade before withdrawing and pushing home again, harder than before and dragging over the little bundle of nerves inside Sam. The action drew blissed out moans from them both, so Blaine saw no reason not to repeat it.
Sam soon began to push against him, picking up on Blaine's rhythm and helping keep the good pace. He moaned wordlessly when Blaine reached under him and got a hand around his cock, clearly torn as to whether he wanted to push into Blaine's fist or fuck himself back onto Blaine's cock.
They were too far gone for to last very long, movement soon growing frantic, but Blaine was still startled when Sam shouted, his orgasm tearing out of him as his body clenched down around Blaine almost painfully.
Muffling his own shout against Sam's back, Blaine hitched his hips forward a few more times before reaching his own climax. His mind went blank for an indeterminate amount of time and he let himself sprawl atop Sam who was similarly out of it.
Eventually, Blaine rallied enough to pull himself out of Sam and deal with the condom, returning from the bathroom with a warm cloth to wipe them both down with. The pillow Sam had been lying on was tossed aside and they curled against each other, sweat covered skin rapidly cooling.
One of Sam's hands smoothed along Blaine's ribs and then grabbed his hip, tugging him closer. Getting a tired arm around Sam's shoulders, Blaine snuggled in and stole a kiss. "We need another shower."
"Nap first," Sam replied, snagging a blanket to drape over their bodies and Blaine couldn't see any reason why that wasn't an awesome idea.
A ringing startled Blaine awake sometime later and he blinked in confusion. It wasn't his alarm clock or ring tone….
"Is mine," Sam mumbled, stretching a long arm and snagging his phone from the bedside table. He blinked at it, then answered, "Hi, Mom."
Mom.
Well, that banished any lingering drowsiness and Blaine wished he'd taken a moment to pull on pants before falling asleep. Even if there was no way Sam's mom could know that they had had sex, it was just wrong to lie there naked with a naked Sam while he spoke to his mom.
"Yeah, it's still snowing… No, I'm at Blaine's… No, just us... Mom!... Yes, okay! Totally safe…."
All right, so Sam's mother didn't know they had sex. Awkward.
"Yeah...Hi, Dad… Dad!... Yes, plenty… Why?... Okay…." He hit a button on the phone and said, "Say hello to my folks, Blaine."
At least it wasn't FaceTime.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Evans," he said weakly. "I'm Blaine."
"Hello, sweetheart," Sam's mother applied. "Feel free to call me Mary."
"And I'm Dwight. You gonna break our boy's heart?"
"Dad!" Sam practically howled in indignation and Blaine patted his side reassuringly.
"That's the last thing I'd ever want to do, sir," he answered honestly, which earned him a big smile from Sam.
"All right then," Dwight said, sounding approving. "Now, does Sam looked embarrassed?"
"Uh…yes," Blaine replied, deciding honesty was the best policy and both of Sam's parents laughed.
"Oh good," Mary murmured. "Then we've done our job as parents."
"All too well," Sam sighed, slumping deeper into the pillows.
"You are okay, right? The news said your part of Ohio has been it terribly hard by this storm."
"There's more than 3 feet of snow outside," Sam told them and Blaine cringed.
"More than half my height in one storm that hasn't ended yet. Lovely. When I was a kid, Cooper would toss me off the back porch when we got storms like this. It was too deep and I couldn't move until the Nanny came and dug me out." He pouted, which got Sam to snuggle him and Mary made a clucking sound.
"Who's Cooper?"
"My older brother."
"Hmph," Dwight grumbled. "That doesn't sound like a very brotherly action."
It was nice that he sounded put out on Blaine's behalf. "Cooper's an actor. He's always been very dramatic."
There was a pause before Mary asked, "Is he your only sibling?"
"It's just us and our parents."
"Sam said your parents aren't home," Dwight mentioned, not sounding accusatory, just curious. "Business trip?"
Blaine shrugged and leaned on Sam's shoulder. "Possibly. I think they're in Europe. Mom prefers Manila in the summer."
"They travel a lot?" Mary asked gently and she sounded sad.
"Yes," Blaine agreed, then hurried to add, "They check up on me, of course. I saw my father for a couple of days a few weeks ago."
"A few weeks ago," Dwight muttered, then cleared his throat. "Do you have Easter plans?"
Blinking, Blaine realized he had no idea when Easter was this year, but he never did anything on that particular holiday. "I can't say that I do."
"Wonderful," Mary chirped. "Sam, you bring Blaine here with you."
"Yes, mom," Sam replied easily. "We actually talked about coming for a visit when the weather turns warmer."
"Good boy," she praised, then, with a restrained laugh in her voice, she continued, "We won't bother you to anymore. Just wanted to make sure you were okay, Sam. Love you!"
"Love you, Mom," Sam said with a smile. "You too, Dad."
"Love ya, kid," Dwight responded. "Nice to speak with you, Blaine. Look forward to meeting you in person soon."
"Likewise, Sir," Blaine replied politely and, with another quick round of goodbyes, Sam hung up.
Shoving the phone back onto the nightstand, Sam wrapped himself around Blaine and said, "So, those are my folks."
"They seem really nice," Blaine replied, snuggling into Sam, enjoying the feel of his skin.
"They are," Sam agreed and Blaine could hear the love he had for his family in his voice. It was nice. "We should probably get up. It's a little after one."
"Our sleep patterns are going to be completely thrown off," Blaine agreed with a sigh, sitting up and contemplating his skin. Though he'd wiped down the important bits before falling asleep, the sweat from their post-shower sex had dried on his skin. He hated that itchy feeling. "Shower?"
Sam grinned and climbed to his feet, gloriously naked and unselfconscious. He extended a hand to Blaine, who accepted it and allowed himself to be drawn into the bath room. Once under the spray, they kissed, soapy hands roaming, far more interested in the feel of slick skin than actually getting clean.
With a grin, Blaine pushed at Sam until he sat on the bench then redirected the sprays so they didn't hit him directly. Sam skin was pink with arousal and steam, flushed cock standing up from a small thatch of golden brown hair, darker than his little happy trail.
Planting his hands on Sam's thighs, Blaine lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Sam through his eyelashes. His intent was clear, as was the anticipation on Sam's face and Blaine enjoyed the gasp that resulted from drawing a single finger along the line of his dick.
With a firm hand, he took a hold of Sam and pressed a soft kiss to the side of the shaft, right at the tiny circumcision scar. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty cock?"
Sam shook his head, eyes fluttering closed and mouth falling open one Blaine flicked his tongue over the head, swirling around the tip and pressing into the slit. A hand landed on Blaine's head, gripping his curls but not pushing, fingers tightening when Blaine wrapped his lips around the pretty, flushed cock before him.
"Blaine!" Sam gasped, making high, sweet little noises as Blaine slowly mouthed the first 2 inches of Sam's cock, bobbing in a counter rhythm to his hand. The muscles of Sam's thighs were twitching, flexing and relaxing nearly in time and, with his free hand, Blaine rubbed his leg soothingly.
He choked a bit when Sam's hips hitched forward unexpectedly and he drew back to let out a cough. "Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to," Sam babbled, loosening his grip on Blaine's hair to stroke his cheek.
"It's okay," Blaine assured him, kissing his belly softly. "I just wasn't expecting it. You can move a bit, I don't mind."
Sam still looked overly worried. "I don't want to hurt you…Oh shit!"
Deciding the best way to end this particular part of the conversation was to just get back to the task at hand, Blaine relaxed his throat and lunged forward, swallowing Sam to the root in one go. That seemed to cut off all of Sam's higher thought processes and he simply moaned as Blaine hummed around him and pulled back a bit before swallowing again.
Beyond the ability to speak, Sam was gasping and moaning, body moving uncontrollably. Seeing him lose himself in sensation was both erotic and empowering and Blaine reached down to grasp his own straining cock, desperate for some sort of friction.
"Gonna, gonna, huhhhh," Sam groaned, making a few uncoordinated tugs on Blaine's hair to indicate he was about to cum. Instead of pulling away, Blaine simply clutched at Sam's hips and swallowed when he felt the cock pulse in his throat. Sam gasped through his release, twitching with tiny aftershocks as Blaine continued to suck on his softening member.
Rallying, Sam finally managed to convince his hands to follow his brain's commands as he grabbed Blaine's shoulders, hauling him up to straddle his lap and place sloppy kisses along Blaine's jaw before licking into his mouth, obviously not put off by the lingering taste of his own cum.
Happily sighing into the kiss, Blaine hitched his hips forward, pressing his own aching cock Sam's abs and thrusting. Big hands grabbed his ass, pulling him closer, a blunt fingertip brushing over his hole….
Blaine came with a short cry, rutting against Sam's hard belly, cum shooting up to paint streaks across the blonde's muscular abs and chest.
Panting and shuddering, Blaine gazed down at the sight Sam made, flushed face, kiss swollen lips and cum decorating his chest…It was both very hot and very amusing. "You look like something out of high-end gay porn," he blurted, grinning in a way he knew probably looked foolish and leaning in for another kiss.
Sam returned the affection and rolled his eyes. "Well, at least I don't look cheap."
"No," Blaine assured him, then climbed unsteadily to his feet and stepped back of the shower, letting the water run over his body, rinsing again.
After a moment, he realized Sam hadn't moved, was just sitting there, watching him with a small smile on his face. "What?"
"I just…," Sam began, then shrugged. "You're really beautiful."
Blaine felt himself smile with simple pleasure at the complement. "Really? Because I think you're the one who's beautiful."
Smiling in return, Sam joined him and Blaine rinsed his chest, leaning in and pressing a kiss over Sam's heart. They stood there, caught in a loose embrace, until they decided it was time for lunch and reluctantly turned off the water.
"We should probably do some laundry," Blaine commented, stepping into a pair of white boxer briefs before opting for a pair of soft khakis. He wanted to were real clothes, not just pajamas, so he grabbed a white wife beater and Henley before turning to look at Sam. "I think we've gone through at least a load worth since Friday."
"Sure," Sam agreed easily, his green plaid boxers visible as he had yet to button or fully zip his jeans before squirming into a blue T-shirt with a Captain America shield emblazoned on the front. It had the soft, well-worn look of a much loved article of clothing and had clearly been purchased when Sam had been a bit more wiry.
He'd gotten bulkier since the fall, Blaine realized, cocking his head to the side. Sam's chest and shoulders were broader than when he had playfully posed while Blaine had been dressing him for the class elections. His biceps were bigger and his midsection, still perfect and slim, was packed with a thicker layer of muscle.
Somewhere in the past few months Sam had gone from being a ridiculously fit boy to a ridiculously fit man.
It was in flashes like that when Blaine remembered adulthood and the real world were encroaching all too rapidly. In a few months, high school would be over in the be headed off to college….
"You're really going to Pratt?" he asked, speaking before his brain to mouth filter could engage. "New York. Either NYADA or NYU, I'm going and I just want…." Oh God, how clingy did he sound?, Blaine groaned internally as Sam stared at him. Jesus, our first date was four days ago! Chill the fuck out! "Sorry! I probably sound crazy…."
"I get it," Sam replied softly. "This, you and me, is good. You wanted to keep being good and our lives are about to change in a huge way…. I'm going to New York. We'll both be there."
Heaving a breath of relief, Blaine said, "Sorry for going crazy there for a minute."
Sam grinned. "Dude, I'm like a pro at jumping over stages and relationships. I know it's good to go slow, but then Blam! Promise ring or fake married. So, you thinking about us still being together New York isn't gonna scare me. If anything, it's a relief, cuz I'm not the only one who wants us to work."
Brief freak out about future over (at least for the moment), Blaine finished dressing and they wandered down to the kitchen, stopping along the way together closed the guest bathroom and parlor. While Sam poked around the fridge, promising to make something good for their late lunch, Blaine set about sorting the laundry and dumping a load into the washer.
By the time he finished getting the laundry started, he found that Sam had cut part of a loaf of French bread in half, laid tomato slices on it and sprinkled shredded cheese on top before sliding it into the convection oven.
As Blaine hoisted himself up to sit on the counter, the phone in his pocket buzzed. Pulling it out, he peered at it and said, "No school tomorrow. We probably won't be going back until the Governor lifts the state of emergency."
Wandering over, Sam asked, "Do you think teachers like snow days as much as we do?"
"Probably," Blaine said, smiling and hooking his ankles behind Sam's thighs to pull him closer. "Most of the faculty at McKinley seemed actively dislike their jobs…and all their students."
Sam chuckled. "Ms. P likes us…though I did once see her try to spray Puck with Lysol."
"Knowing her, she did it because she cares," Blaine mused with a smile. "Who knows where Puck has been?"
"I don't want to know," Sam cheerfully agreed. "But he's always willing to share the details."
Wrinkling his nose, Blaine frowned. "Yeah, it was nice to be included in guy talk, but dear Lord, I did not need to know some of the things he felt inclined to share."
"None of us wanted to hear about that stuff," Sam said breezily. "First time he over shared, I just remember thinking "Oh God, why would anyone do that?' and then I realized I had math class with the woman's daughter and couldn't look her in the eye from months."
Blaine laughed and put his arms around Sam's neck. "Poor baby."
When Sam pouted playfully, Blaine leaned forward and caught his lower lip with his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the slight sting with a kiss. Sam responded eagerly and they enjoyed a brief countertop make out until the oven timer rang.
The makeshift pizza was quite tasty and, as they ate, Blaine commented, "I think I'm going to practice for a while after lunch. We haven't sung in days!"
"Wish I brought my guitar," Sam replied. "But I'll still sting with you."
Grinning, Blaine said, "Great… We have a guitar actually. Cooper went through a phase where he wanted to be a rockstar. It's in the music room. You'll probably have to tune it."
The guitar was badly out of tune, something Sam seemed to take as a personal affront. Blaine thought it was adorable as he talked to the instrument, apologizing for the neglect.
Seating himself at the piano, Blaine ran through a few songs he'd been working on, I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie, Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade and Fallin For You by Colbie Callait. Sam provided some backup vocals and picked the tunes out on the guitar after he learned some of the chords.
He had a very good ear, learning quickly without a glance at the sheet music, Blaine noted. "Do you learn all you music by ear?" he asked as he finished up, turning on the piano bench to face him.
"Most of it," Sam replied with a shrug. "I can actually read music pretty well, but it's just easier not to."
"Impressive," Blaine told him. "Most musicians would kill for that ability. Have you been working on anything?"
Sam nodded in the chords he been idly strumming shifted into something with a country rock sound. It wasn't Blaine's preferred genre, but Sam sang Help Somebody by Van Zant well, throwing himself into the music as he always did.
"Well," Blaine commented as they finished up. "I feel like we've been productive now."
Grinning, Sam snorted. "I'd say we've been very productive this weekend."
With a laugh, Blaine asked, "Is that a double entendre, Sunshine?"
The nickname slipped out, but it was appropriate for Sam.
One of Sam's brows shot toward his hairline. "Who are you, Brian Kinney?"
Blaine blinked. "You've seen Queer as Folk?"
Sam snorted. "Dude, I lived with Kurt most of last year. Whenever he was mad at Finn about something, he pop in a DVD and watch them squirm until he finally ran away. It was kind of funny."
It was extremely easy to picture the situation Sam described in Blaine smiled. "Not even the girl on girl parts could keep his interest?"
"Nope. He probably would've preferred The L Word. Santana and I watched that when we dated."
"Hmmm, and you didn't find that at all strange?" Blaine mused, letting his fingers catch with Sam's as they walked to the den and peered into the cabinet were Blaine kept his movies. "Batman tonight?"
"Sounds good and no, I didn't. I was 15, heartbroken, terrified of Santana herself, but she was willing to make out with me so I wasn't questioning anything. It just seemed safer that way," Sam responded as Blaine popped Batman Begins into the player.
They spent most of the first movie necking on the couch, but got caught up in The Dark Knight, both of them saddened knowing that Heath ledger, so awesome as the Joker, hadn't lived to receive the praise he deserved. The Dark Knight Rises, newer and thus not as often viewed, also got more attention, though Sam didn't refrain from doing his Bane impression whenever the impulse struck.
As the credits rolled, Blaine murmured, "Do you think maybe we'll get a Nightwing movie? Picking up in the 'verse Nolan created?"
"That would be awesome, Sam replied drowsily, his cheek tucked against Blaine's shoulder as they lay on the couch. Between movies one and two they had a light dinner, then snacked on toffee popcorn for the rest of the night, so they were both full and sleepy.
Bed was an unspoken agreement.
Blaine emerged from the bathroom to see Sam curled up under the covers, quiet but eyes still slightly open. For a moment, Blaine was struck by a wave of melancholy, knowing that once the snow cleared Sam would go back to the Hudson-Hummel house and not be around to sleep beside him every night.
But that wasn't happening yet.
Quickly, Blaine slid beneath the blankets, smiling as Sam's arm snaked around him, drawing him in for a soft, lazy good night kiss.
TBC…..