An hour later, and after Quinn had fallen asleep and one of the girls had assured him she was going to spend the night with her, Sam finally decided to go back to his own room on top of that little slope. It was probably an uglier room, but he preferred it because it gave him that space he always seemed to crave so much, that privacy he needed every now and then. Or that he had needed until Blaine had appeared in his life and turned it all around. Now being alone was the last thing he wanted.
After everything that had happened that night, and after seeing Quinn so bad, the only thing he wanted was to lie down on his bed with Blaine, and for the petite boy to hold him in his arms and tell him that everything would be alright in that naïve and adorable way he always did. Because if someone could make him believe things would get better, that was Blaine. But he was not there anymore.
Sam switched on his record player just so he wouldn't be absorbed by that terrifying silence, and only bothered to take of his shirt before he let himself fall on his bed, too tired and upset to care about anything else.
He felt so troubled he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep that night, in spite of how exhausted he felt. The state Quinn had been in… The worry that what had happened would end up reaching Burt Hummel's ears –Dr. Anderson was a good friend of his after all, right?–… and Blaine. Above all, he couldn't get Blaine out of his head.
He could almost laugh at himself for falling for a young boy like that. Come on, he almost could be considered a teenager still, about to start college, right? And he was one of those people he would have never wanted to deal with, a rich daddy's boy that didn't know what real life was about. Except that he wasn't.
Sure, he had money –or his dad did–. And sure, they came from completely different worlds: Blaine was cultured, refined, impossibly correct. And Sam was… well, he was way simpler than that. But what if they did? Hadn't Blaine completely adapted to their lifestyles and jobs and even their behaviors in just a few days, as if he was one of them? Hadn't he left everything aside, even his own vacation, just to save their asses, without getting anything in exchange? And that even considering both he and Quinn had treated him like shit at the beginning. But he had never reproached them for that and had never judged them –something they both had done with him.
Sam smiled fondly at how stubborn the small boy was. You just needed to tell him he couldn't do something and you had him trying it only a second later. And God, he was talented! When Sebastian had said he could sing, he would have never imagined he would be such a great artist. And how he completely got lost into his music when he played the piano, and that song of his he once had sung for him… And the way he had owned the stage just a couple of hours ago… Just before being brought back to reality and coming back to find Quinn on the brink of death and having the guts to run and get his father in spite of what that might cost him. In fact, he was probably not going to see him again if the image he had of Blaine's father was correct…
His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door of his cabin. With a tired sigh, he got up from his bed and went to open the door. It was probably Sebastian, coming to see how he was after the Quinn ordeal, maybe ask him how the gig had gone. But wait, Sebastian wouldn't knock, right?
"Can I come in?"
And there he was, beautiful and young Blaine, looking like the picture of innocence as he shyly stood at his door, remains of redness in his eyes that told Sam he had maybe shed some tears before deciding to come all the way to his door. It took almost a minute for Sam to remember Blaine had made a question and, even though he didn't answer, he moved aside and motioned with his hand for him to enter, suddenly very aware of how shirtless he was.
"Mmm… I guess this is not a great room, you probably have a much more beautiful room" Sam apologized, feeling very self conscious about how pathetic his place looked, with hardly any decorations and untidy to an unprecedented extent.
"No, it's a great room" Blaine answered in a soft voice as he nervously changed his weight from one foot to the other, and Sam thought that he probably really meant it and he was not just being polite.
Intending to make the situation less awkward, Sam moved to take some clothes from the only chair he had in the room and invited Blaine to sit with a gesture, to which Blaine immediately complied. Then Sam moved to his record player with the intention of turning it off, but Blaine stopped him first.
"No, leave it on" he requested, even if he seemed embarrassed about giving him an order immediately after he did it.
"Ok" Sam agreed as he half sat, half leaned on the desk behind him, facing the other boy and encouraging him that way to say what he needed to say.
"I'm sorry about the way my father treated you" Blaine started, and he seemed genuinely worried that Sam might have been hurt by the harsh treatment of his father.
"No, your father was great" Sam immediately contradicted him, as the last thing he wanted was for the boy to feel bad about something which he had no control over, especially after everything he had done for him. "He was… so great, the way he took care of Quinn…"
"Yes, but I mean the way he was with you" Blaine interrupted him, because he was not going to let Sam pretend he hadn't been hurt. Hadn't he just thought about how stubborn he was? "It's really me it has to do with"
Sam nodded in understanding and sympathy. So Blaine was in trouble after all… He had probably sneaked out again to come see him. And it was all his fault.
"Sam, I came here because my father…" Blaine started again.
"No, the way he saved her… I could never do anything like that… And the reason people treat me like a nothing it's because I'm nothing" Sam lamented before he could stop himself. He didn't want to look weak in front of Blaine, but there was something in that boy that always made him lower his guard, that made him open his heart before he was even aware of doing it.
"That's not true!" Blaine answered, raising his voice in anger, as if that was the biggest offense he had ever heard, even if it wasn't directed at him. "You're… you're everything"
"You don't understand the way it is to be someone like me" Sam explained, trying not to show how moved he was by Blaine's words. After all, he needed to be the responsible one here, and send Blaine away for his own good. "Last month I could hardly keep myself alive and now women are stuffing diamonds in my pockets. I'm balancing on shit, and as quick as that I could be down there again"
"No, it's not the way it is, it doesn't have to be that way" Blaine answered, and there was so much conviction in his voice that Sam felt really tempted to believe him.
"I've never known anybody like you" Sam said, unable to keep the admiration he felt for the boy out of his voice. "You look at the world and you think you can make it better. Somebody is lost and you find them, someone is bleeding and…"
"Yeah, I go get my daddy, that's really brave, like you said" Blaine retorted in an annoyed tone, and Sam felt bad that he had made him think he was mocking him again.
"It took a lot of guts to go to him!" Sam contradicted him, wanting him to know how much he respected him for that. "You are not scared of anything!"
"Me? I'm scared of everything!" Blaine protested forcefully, and Sam was horrified to see his eyes getting glassy with unshed tears. "I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am… And most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you"
Sam remained immobile and quiet, unable to get out of his stupor at Blaine's confession, about the actual proof that his feelings for the short boy were being reciprocated. Blaine also fell silent, blushing furiously at the way he had exposed himself without even meaning too –or maybe it had been his purpose from the beginning when he had come to his room, Sam didn't know–. What he knew was that Blaine was probably the bravest person he had ever met, and he only needed to take a deep breath to pluck up the courage to stand and come closer to Sam until he was standing right in front of him.
"Dance with me" Blaine said, his voice no more than a whisper in spite of the confidence in his tone.
"What, here?" Sam asked, more as a way of gaining some time to think for an answer than anything else, but Blaine just took his hand as an answer and pulled him until he was standing up too.
More decidedly that Sam would have given him credit for, Blaine lightly rested his hands on Sam's biceps as a way to break the ice, and started moving so slightly that it was almost imperceptible. Sam hesitated, because his plan had been to send Blaine away and not complicating his life any further, but the look on Blaine's eyes, full of longing and emotion, begging him to dance with him, was making it to difficult to resist. And when Blaine's hands ran through his naked skin all the way to his shoulders and his fingers got purposefully entangled with the hair on the back of his head, Sam couldn't resist it anymore and closed his arms around Blaine's torso, bringing him impossibly close to his chest.
Blaine smiled almost unnoticeably as he also strengthened the circle of his arms around Sam's neck and let himself be rocked by Sam's inherently seductive moves, noticing every one of his muscles perfectly pressed against his. It was almost too much, and Blaine took advantage of their height difference to touch his lips to the skin under Sam's jaw, feeling a delicious warmth spreading on his chest at the light moan he elicited.
Once his lips tasted Sam's skin it was as if he couldn't stop, and he disentangled from Sam's still hesitant embrace to walk all around him, leaving butterfly kisses on the back of his shoulder, between his shoulder blades –where he stopped to gently nibble Sam's skin for a second– and his other shoulder, his hand shyly but decidedly cupping the roundness of Sam's butt before coming to stand in front of him again.
Of course by then Sam was too turned on to think about anything that wasn't the beautiful boy in front of him, and he tenderly picked his arms and lifted them up above his head to trace their skin all the way down with the tip of his fingers until his waist, where he found the hem of his t-shirt and very carefully rolled it up passed his head and his still risen arms until he got rid of it and threw it away, not caring where it disappeared to. And when finally Blaine's skin was exposed like that, Sam's hands moved on their own accord to travel every inch of his back while he tenderly held him in his arms, and it was only a second later when their mouths finally found each other and they joined their lips in a sweet kiss that seemed to last an eternity.
Blaine was sure he had never felt anything like that before, especially when Sam broke the kiss and his lips moved to trace a path down his neck, giving slow kisses and gentle bites all along until they reached his chest. Blaine shivered at the contrast of Sam's teasing breath on his hot skin, and Sam smiled fondly at him before going all the way up again to hold him more strongly against him again and capture his lips in his once more, as he surely wanted to feel them again.
They continued rocking their bodies to the music as they got lost in each other's taste, only separating every now and then to get some much needed air, even if they resumed their kiss immediately after, as if they couldn't have enough of that. And when Sam felt his knees starting to go weak with all the emotions running through his veins, he gently pushed Blaine with his body towards the bed, until the younger boy was lying on his back and Sam carefully climbed onto him, both of them groaning in spite of themselves at the perfect alignment on their bodies and the brush of their all-too-sensitive skins.
Sam broke the kiss for a moment to look intently at the other boy, silently asking him for permission to go any further because he imagined Blaine wasn't exactly an expert on the matter. But Blaine immediately understood his hesitation and with a grateful smile he nodded at him, letting him know he was sure about what he wanted. Sam couldn't help but to reciprocate his smile –he couldn't help it, Blaine's smile always got him like that– before kissing the curly-haired boy again, putting all his emotions on that kiss so Blaine would know how wanted he was and how he was going to take care of him. And when Blaine's hands started wandering around his back in the sweetest caresses, going lower and lower on his body every time, Sam couldn't prolong it anymore and his hands moved to untie Blaine's belt, his heart beating faster than ever when he felt the other boy tingle with anticipation. And one last look into the golden eyes of that beautiful creature reminded him how screwed he was just before his lips again travelled to Blaine's chest and abdomen and Blaine threw his head back as the loudest and most exquisite moan escaped his lips, going directly to Sam's already vulnerable heart.
Blaine woke up with a smile on his lips even if he hadn't gotten up nearly enough sleep after going back from Sam's room to his family's cabin almost at dawn. He contemplated telling everyone he was still ill from last night so he could remain in bed for a couple more hours, but then he remembered that his father knew perfectly well he was not ill and staying in bed would only make him angrier. Though as hard as he tried, Blaine couldn't bring himself to care that much, as his mind kept going back to Sam and to everything that had happened just a few hours ago. How he had been so careful and sweet, and how he had made him feel so loved and special. How he had embraced him afterwards and kept him from falling asleep so he would go back to his cabin before he got himself into further trouble. How he had offered to accompany him because it was so late and dark and something could happen to him, to the point that Blaine had to convince him that being seen near his cabin would only complicate things farther. How he had kissed him so lovingly as a goodbye that he almost left him breathless. And how he had stayed at his door watching Blaine go with a smile on his face until he could see he no more –Blaine had been looking back just as much.
He was smiling again when Cooper, who was already up, entered in their shared bedroom in his loud usual manner.
"Rise and shine, Squirt!" he shouted until he noticed the expression in his face. "What are you smiling at?"
"I'm not" Blaine immediately denied, covering his face with his pillow because he was, in fact, still grinning like an idiot.
"You so are" Cooper laughed as he sat on the edge of his bed and took the pillow from him.
"That was just your imagination" Blaine answered, glad that his brother's playful actions falsely justified his smile.
"Don't think I've forgotten for a second about that conversation you and I urgently need to have" Cooper said, pointing his finger threateningly at Blaine's face. "You're just lucky Dad wants us to go and have breakfast all together for once right now, so you better hurry up and get ready. He's in a bad mood"
"Is he?" Blaine asked, his mood falling drastically in an instant. His hopes that his father might not make an issue about what had happened vanished all of a sudden.
"The worst I've seen in a long time, so come on, don't fuel it" Cooper encouraged him as he playfully hit him with the pillow right on his face.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Blaine protested as he obeyed.
And his father was in a bad mood alright. He said something about being tired of everyone going their own way, that it was supposed to be a family vacation and that they were going to share all their meals, starting today.
Of course it wasn't exactly a happy meal. Even though Angelica and Cooper didn't have a clue about what was happening, they could easily feel the tension on the table, and everybody was afraid of talking in case they ended up regretting it.
Just when Blaine thought things couldn't get worse, he saw Kurt Hummel coming to them, with a folder in his hands.
"Good morning, family" he greeted them, completely oblivious to the sour moods. "This is your lucky day! Auditions for the Hummel's annual end of the season talent show are beginning in the playhouse!"
"Yay!" Cooper happily exclaimed, as he would never miss an opportunity to make a show.
"So is everyone going to be in the show?" Kurt asked.
"No, we're leaving tomorrow, to avoid the weekend traffic" Don Anderson answered in a serious tone, eliciting some very shocked expressions around the table.
Except Blaine's. He hadn't been expecting it, but he couldn't say he was all that surprised. After all, the disappointment he had seen in his father's eyes last night had made Blaine see how everything had affected his father. Though what he didn't know was if leaving sooner than expected was his way of punishing him or he was just looking after him in his own way and trying to make sure he wouldn't keep in contact with those people.
"But Don, we paid until Sunday" Angelica reminded his husband, looking at him in confusion.
"We'll miss the show" Cooper protested.
"I said we're leaving tomorrow" Don repeated angrily.
"But I was going to sing in the show!" Cooper insisted, looking utterly devastated.
"It's the social event of the season! Everybody is going to have a great time, you don't want to miss it! Oh, Blaine, I'm going to need your help" Kurt tried to convince them before he left them.
"Don, why do you want to leave early?" Angelica asked in an understanding voice, guessing his husband had to have a powerful reason for that sudden change of plans.
"It was just an idea, but we can stay if you want to" Don answered, much more calmly this time as he reconsidered his decision. After all, nor his wife or Cooper were at fault of anything. "So Cooper, what were you planning to sing?"
"I don't know, I'll have to think about conscientiously, you know, it's not every day when you…" Blaine stopped hearing his brother's speech as both their father and him left the table as they talked about it. And it was killing Blaine just to think that maybe he would never have that kind of relationship with his father again.
"You ok, sweetie?" his mother asked, obviously worried about his sad expression.
"Sure, I'm just… sleepy, I guess" Blaine answered with a reassuring smile to his mother.
After the disastrous breakfast, Blaine was feeling too restless to be at the cabin –plus he didn't think being around his father for the time being was the best thing to do–. He thought it would be nice to check on Quinn, to see how she was doing. Of course what he really wanted to do was see Sam but he was probably giving classes at the moment. Plus he wasn't sure if it was too soon or too appropriate after the night before, as he didn't know if it had meant as much for Sam as it had done for him or he would be crossing some boundaries if he acted as if they were a couple or something. After all, he didn't have that much experience about how relationships worked, right? And in spite of how wonderful and amazing and perfect Sam was, he was not the easiest person to figure out, right?
With his head about to explode with so many things to worry, Blaine walked again the path separating his cabin from Quinn's bungalow and knocked on the door.
"Hi" he quietly said as he opened the door, just in case Quinn was asleep or not feeling too well.
"Hi" she greeted him from her bed, and she seemed happy to see him.
"You look much better" Blaine said with an honest smile, glad that he would be able to erase the image of her feverish and writhing in pain the night before.
"You just missed your father" she explained, not aware of anything that had been going on since the day before. "He is such a wonderful man…"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize…" Blaine tried to apologize, feeling guilty about what Quinn had suffered because, even if it hadn't been his doing, in the end it had been his money paying for that damned fake doctor.
"No, you couldn't possibly know, it's okay" Quinn answered, immediately reassuring him that he was not to blame in any way.
Blaine was about to protest when there was another knock on the door and Sam, of all people, appeared without waiting for an answer.
"Hey" he happily said as he entered, but his stance changed dramatically when he saw Blaine was there too.
"Sam" she happily answered, not missing how Blaine had immediately tensed at Sam's presence.
"So how are you doing?" Sam asked, trying to keep his pretence that nothing had changed from the day before.
"I'm okay" she answered with a relieved smile. "Dr. Anderson says I'm going to be fine, and that I can still have children"
"Oh, Quinn, that's great, that's really great" Sam replied, looking genuinely happy for his friend.
"So? How did it go last night?" she asked, looking alternatively at the both of them, as she was sure she was missing something.
"Good" Sam simply answered, awkwardly looking at Blaine for confirmation.
"Fine. I blanked out in one of the songs but it was good" Blaine added with an embarrassed chuckle.
The three of them fell into silence, and Quinn easily noticed how the other two kept avoiding each other's eyes as they stood awkwardly next to each other. It was not that difficult for her to put two and two together and understand what was going on. And even if she liked Blaine well enough, she didn't like it one bit.
"Well, I…" Blaine said, trying to break the ice. "I should be going. Bye"
"See ya" Sam said, managing to half-smile at him before Blaine finally left and closed the door behind him. "So the doctor said you are going to be fine, right?" Sam asked, turning to Quinn as he sat on the chair next to her bed, trying to engage his friend in a conversation before she had the chance to ask what was going on.
Of course she was more stubborn than that.
"Sam, what are you doing?" she reproached him, even half lifting from the bed to make more of an impression. "How many times you've told me not to get mixed up with them?"
"I know what I'm doing, Quinn" Sam answered as he uncomfortably lowered his gaze, not even trying to deny what Quinn was implying.
"You listen to me: you're going to stop it. Now" she said, hating to sound harsh but only wanting the best for her friend.
Unbeknown for the people inside, Blaine was waiting just outside, sitting at the stairs of Quinn's porch. He didn't know how long Sam was going to stay there, but he would wait as long as necessary. He couldn't keep living without knowing what was happening. And after seeing him again, he knew he also couldn't live without Sam anymore.
Fortunately Sam came out only five minutes later with a serious countenance, and he seemed surprised to see Blaine waiting for him, as he had seemed too embarrassed to meet him just a moment ago.
Blaine immediately rose to his feet to meet Sam, and again they ended up standing awkwardly in front of each other, both of them waiting for the other to speak.
"Look, I…" Sam said first, so hesitantly that he sounded like a whole different person. "I gotta run, I've got a class in like three minutes with the Pierces and they will kill each other if I'm not there"
"Sure, of course, you gotta go" Blaine answered, his heart breaking at the thought that Sam was going to avoid him now that he didn't need anything from him.
"See ya" Sam said again as he turned around and started walking away from him, Quinn's words still resonating into his head. And it was not just himself he was thinking about: he knew he was not good for Blaine either. The fight with his father the night before had more than proved that.
He only had walked a few steps when Blaine's voice stopped him immediately. After all, Blaine had always been the bravest of them both.
"Sam!" Blaine called him, and Sam didn't have the heart to ignore him after everything they had shared the night before.
Sam turned around and looked into Blaine's composed face. But there was so much pain and disappointment and doubt in his eyes that it broke Sam's heart to know he had been the one putting it there. And when Blaine's eyes shone with unshed tears and Sam felt as if someone was ripping his heart from his chest, he understood that it was too late for him to back up now, and neither Quinn nor anyone else would be able to stop what they felt now.
So Sam just followed his instincts and gave Blaine a smile from the distance. But not his usual sarcastic and cocky smirk, but a wide and tender smile only meant for Blaine, a reassuring smile full of promises and caring that he wished was enough to make Blaine understand what he couldn't say with words.
And when Blaine smiled back at him, biting his bottom lip nervously to keep himself from laughing happily, Sam knew he had gotten the message.
In the afternoon, the rain that had been threatening to fall all day finally made a presence, so the Andersons were forced to stay indoors for the day. Great, it couldn't have been any other day, Blaine thought as he watched his father play chess alone instead of asking him to join him as he usually did.
"I'm so sick of this rain" Cooper lamented as he closed the magazine he was reading.
"I know, honey" his mother patiently answered. "But we can't complain, we've had a wonderful weather until now"
"Well, complaining is the only thing left for me to do" Cooper joked. "Ugh, I hate his weather!"
Blaine felt a sudden need to get out of there. He felt restless, and Cooper's whining and his father's indifference towards him weren't helping in the least. And… he wanted to see Sam. He needed to see Sam.
He got up from his chair and threw a raincoat over him so he wouldn't get too wet before he made it to Sam's cabin. But his mother didn't miss his action and stopped him before he could get out.
"Blaine, where are you going in this weather?" she asked.
"Oh, they're doing charades in the main building" Blaine lied with a hint of guilt at how easy it was becoming for him to do it lately.
"Maybe you should stay here for a change" his father intervened not-too-friendly, talking to him for the first time in all day.
"Oh, come on, Dad, just let him go, he's young, he feels caged here with his folks and his old brother" Cooper interceded for him, sending a wink to his little brother. It was enough that he had to be bored as a stiff, if Blaine had any chance to escape that torture all the better for him.
Blaine watched as his father tried to make a decision, needing to be strict but also feeling like taking pity on him and his youth. Finally his soft heart won and he sighed in surrender before giving him his permission to go.
"Don't be late" he warned him in a threatening tone, reminding him that way that he was not going to be forgiven so easily.
"I won't" Blaine promised with a grateful smile to his father before he disappeared.
"Hey" Blaine shyly said as Sam opened the door of his cabin to him, just like the night before. And like the night before, he was not sure about the reaction he was going to get from the other boy.
"Hey" Sam answered with a small smile as he moved aside as a sign that he was inviting him inside.
"So… I'm hoping I'm not bothering you or anything" Blaine politely said, still unsure about how wanted his presence there would be, but he was reassured when Sam smiled tenderly at him and picked his hands in his.
"Of course not" Sam honestly answered. "I was so hoping you would come"
"Were you?" Blaine asked, his eyes looking even more gorgeous to Sam with all the love and the hope he could see in them.
"Of course" Sam answered with a fond chuckle. "I would have come to get you myself but well… I didn't think your father would appreciate the gesture"
Blaine laughed in spite of himself and in spite of the horrible day he had been having until that. But Sam had that power over him: he was the only one who was able to make him forget about everything that wasn't just the two of them and suddenly make it all better.
"It took me a long while to get the courage to come" Blaine confessed, wanting to be honest with him and encouraged by the fact that Sam still had to let go of his hands.
"I don't want you to feel awkward or hesitant around me" Sam tried to reassure him as he pulled of one of his hands and got him further into the room to sit on the bed next to him. "What happened last night was not a mistake by any means, and I don't want you to think I regret it or something"
"But this morning…"
"I'm sorry about this morning" Sam didn't even let him finish, such was his need to apologize. "I know I was a little short"
"Well, a little" Blaine admitted, smiling when Sam modified the union of their hands until they were entwining their fingers in an intimate way.
"I just… I wasn't expecting you there, and we weren't alone, and Quinn figured out about us and everything and… I let myself get convinced for a second that it wasn't a good idea"
"Quinn doesn't like me?" Blaine asked, having understood that it had probably been her trying to convince Sam that they couldn't happen.
"Quinn adores you, it's nothing personal, but… well, you're one of them" Sam explained, hoping against hope he was not going to offend the smaller boy and send him away forever.
"Them?" Blaine asked, not knowing where Sam was going with that but fearing he was not going to like the answer.
"Rich people" Sam simply answered, now he being the one to blush about how absurd and simple it sounded.
"Oh" Blaine exclaimed, suddenly understanding.
"I know it sounds stupid, but…"
"No, I get it" Blaine interrupted him comprehensively, although Sam could see he was hurt by the tone of his voice. "But it hurts to be judged like that"
"And it was wrong of us, but that was before we got to know you" Sam rushed to reassure him, taking their joined hands to rest on his chest, above his heart. "Before I got to know you"
"And now?" Blaine asked, fearful and hopeful in equal parts.
"Now a thousand Quinns or Dr. Andersons could keep me away from you" Sam honestly answered as his hand tenderly moved to cup Blaine's cheek and he kissed him with all the emotion he could muster.
There was nothing that Blaine liked more than lying on Sam's chest after making love with him, hearing the raindrops hitting the wooden roofs of his cabin. Sam loved to wrap his arms around him in a protective, almost possessive, embrace, as the tip of his fingers would brush Blaine's spine up and down as if they were trying to memorize every single vertebra in it. They didn't even need to talk to communicate with each other and they could spend long moments without even opening their mouths except to place gentle kisses on each other's skin every now and then.
Or they could spend hours just talking about everything, their most inner thoughts or the most stupid of things, just for the pleasure of hearing each other's soft voices and know there was someone who understood them so completely.
And Blaine was feeling talkative like that. And he was curious. Of course Sam had been his first, but what about Sam? How had his love life been until then?
"You've had many relationships?" Blaine asked all of a sudden, disturbing the quiet of the place with his so inappropriate question.
"What?" Sam asked, discussing his sex life with the boy lying naked in his arms the last thing on his mind.
"Have you had many lovers?" Blaine repeated, not willing to be dismissed just like that.
"B, come on" Sam pleaded for him to let it go.
"I wanna know" Blaine insisted, smiling at him to let him know he was not going to get jealous or upset about it. He was just curious.
"No, no" Sam answered, rising up to sit on the bed, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation, though he didn't want Blaine to think there was something he needed to hide, so he started talking. "You gotta understand what it's like, B. You come from the streets and suddenly you're up here and all those women, and even some guys, they throw themselves at you and they like you and make you feel good… And they're rich, they're so goddam rich… They give me the keys to their rooms… I don't know, they make me feel as I matter, they wouldn't do it if they didn't care about me, right?"
"It's okay, I get it" Blaine answered in a voice that sounded kind of sad or disappointed as he shrugged his shoulders. "You use them, that's all"
"No! No, that's not it" Sam contradicted him, desperately needing for his lover to understand he was not like that, fearing Blaine was afraid he might be just using him or having fun with him. "That's the thing, it wasn't like that. They were using me"
Blaine looked intently at him, trying to read into his eyes if he was telling the truth. But his eyes were full of honesty and some kind of sadness that made Blaine understand: Sam didn't feel he was worthy of anybody's love, he didn't think he had anything to offer. And being with so many people made him feel cared, if only for a little while.
If he only knew how worth it and perfect he was… His heart about to burst with a rush of feeling for the blond boy, Blaine sat up too and fell into his arms, hungrily catching his lips in his, trying to put all his love on that kiss so Sam would never feel lonely or unworthy again. And Sam seemed to understand, because he smiled against Blaine's lips and embraced him more strongly while he pushed him backwards again and ended up carefully resting on top of him.
Sam looked at the beautiful boy under him when the kiss broke, gently playing with the curls on his forehead, when he realized he still didn't know an important thing about him.
"How old are you, Blaine? Really?" he asked, and Blaine smiled at the unexpected question.
"Just turned 18" Blaine honestly answered, smiling as Sam pretended to sigh in relief.
"Gosh, I'm glad I'm not committing a crime, then" Sam joked before tenderly kissing the tip of Blaine's nose.
"Geez, you're 23, as if you were an old man!" Blaine answered with a laugh, trying not to blush at Sam's tender gestures that never failed to make him feel so special.
"You have a good memory!" Sam laughed, remembering some stray comment he had made the night they met and Blaine lied about his age. "Wait a minute, you said just turned 18. Just as in…"
"As in… last week" Blaine answered, regretting his choice of words and Sam's astute thinking –which inevitably were going to make him feel guilty.
"What?" Sam exclaimed, horrified that he had missed such an important date. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because… you still kind of hated me" Blaine confessed, almost in a whisper.
"Blaine, I never hated you" Sam tried to convince him, although he knew he had given Blaine a lot of reasons to think that. "I'm sorry I was so harsh to you… and to think you were rehearsing and putting up with me on your birthday only to help us. And now just any birthday, but your 18th birthday, damn it"
"It's okay" Blaine immediately forgave him, stretching up his neck to capture Sam's lips in a reassuring kiss, hating himself for accidentally bringing the issue back.
"No, it's not" Sam insisted, even keeping the kiss short so he could keep showing Blaine his regret. "You came of age. It should have been special"
"Sammy, I spent my birthday doing exactly what I wanted, and that was being with you" Blaine honestly said, leaving Sam breathless.
"I don't know why you put up with me and my moods like that for so many days… I guess… it's this self defense mechanism I have"
"I get it, Sam, you were just trying to protect yourself and your friend. And I'm one of them, right?"
"Should have known better" Sam said as he looked at Blaine with an impossibly loving gaze, his fingers carding through his hair before bending down to kiss him slowly.
"You should have" Blaine joked against Sam's lips, not sure he was ready to let go of them so he put his arms around the blond's neck to keep him in place.
"Well, I don't intent to be an idiot to you anymore, and I think your birthday still calls for a belated celebration" Sam replied, his voice turning huskier with every word, as he bent down again and kissed Blaine's lips much more hungrily this time, his hands already rummaging through every inch of Blaine's skin they could reach.
"Again?" Blaine asked when Sam finally let go of his lips for a moment for a much needed breath, blushing and chuckling at Sam's fervor for him at the same time.
"Why not? Is there something you'd rather be doing right now?" Sam cockily asked as his lips moved to his neck this time to suck at that special place he had discovered that always made Blaine's toes curl.
"No" Blaine answered before losing the ability to talk thanks to Sam's expert lips, knowing he wouldn't exchange any of the moments he spent with Sam for anything else in the world.
Blaine kept his promise and was back at his cabin before dinner time, knowing that defying his father like that would only make everything worse. And even if he was also a bit disappointed at his father for not even giving him the chance to explain, he still loved him with all his heart and he hated being at odds with him.
The bad weather persisted through the evening, and given the sour mood and the tension still present, the Andersons decided to go back to their cabin just after dinner for once, so Blaine ended up going to sleep early for a change –which wasn't a bad thing, considering how little he had slept the night before… for obvious reasons–, to which Cooper accompanied him.
That was something that usually the brothers did, even if they didn't share a room back at home. But one of them might sneak into the other's room and they would lie in bed for hours next to each other, opening their hearts and sharing secrets they had never told anyone. And Blaine would usually feel guilty after those moments, because he still hadn't gathered the courage to tell his brother about his sexuality.
"B? You awake?" Cooper asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Mmm" Blaine answered, because he had been very close to sleep, lying on his stomach with his face squished against his pillow.
"Don't you think now would be a good time for you to… talk to me?" Cooper tentatively answered, not wanting to send his brother into the defensive too soon.
"I'm talking to you" Blaine answered, his voice slurred with sleep.
"No, I meant… to have that conversation we still haven't had"
"I'm sleepy" Blaine protested even though he was feeling very much awake now and was only pretending, hoping his brother would just let go of it.
"Blaine, I need you to talk to me, I'm… I'm a bit worried about you" Cooper confessed, and he sounded so serious that Blaine couldn't simply ignore him anymore.
"You don't need to worry about me, Coop" Blaine tried to convice him as he raised his head from his pillow to look reassuringly at his brother. "I'm alright"
"I'm… kind of afraid you might be getting into something you can't manage" Cooper continued, and it was not often that Cooper would talk seriously, so Blaine knew he was worried indeed.
"Why would you think that?"
"Blaine, you've spent the whole summer away, when we both know that is so unlikely you!" Cooper explained, and both knew it was true: Blaine had never been one to have lots of friends and go out a lot. "And now all of a sudden you can't sit still, you don't have time to spend with your family, you don't talk to me anymore and don't think I haven't noticed there is something going between you and Dad, who by the way was absolutely your hero only a couple of weeks ago. Please, tell me you're not into some kind of trouble"
"Well, I am in some kind of trouble" Blaine finally admitted with a sigh.
"What is it?"
"I'm… I'm seeing someone" Blaine confessed hesitantly, not really knowing how to even start.
"Oh" Cooper exclaimed, a little relief that apparently whatever was going on with his brother didn't seem so bad. "And why is that trouble, apart from the fact that you've been sneaking out of the cabin in the middle of the night and lying to your parents?"
"Because it's someone Dad wouldn't approve. It's someone he doesn't approve, in fact, he made that perfectly clear" Blaine answered with a hint of resent in his voice.
"You told him?" Cooper asked, in surprise. He hadn't said anything to him but he had told their father? That didn't make any sense.
"He… found out" Blaine denied. "I would have never told him before I told you, you know"
"And who is that mysterious someone you're risking your relationship with your father for?" Cooper asked, knowing how important his family was for Blaine.
"It's… someone very special" Blaine answered, his voice shaking a bit at the end, making Cooper understand it was more serious than he thought.
"Oh Blaine, have you fallen in love?" Cooper asked in a comprehensive tone, fondly amused at his little brother's shenanigans.
"I think so" he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Aw, come here" Cooper said as he got up from his bed to move to Blaine's, lying next to his brother and motioning for him to cuddle up to him as he put his arm around him in a comforting half embrace. "I'm not going to ask you who it is because it's obvious you don't want to tell me. But I'm going to give you an advice"
"What is it?"
"If you really feel that deeply for that person, go for it. Screw Dad and everyone else" Cooper said, surprising Blaine with the intensity of his words, though he instantly turned to some light joking, as that was Cooper and he was totally incapable to have a serious conversation. "Just be careful, I don't want any little Blaineys knocking on our door nine months from now"
"Oh, don't' worry, that is not going to happen" Blaine answered with a chuckle, the idea of getting Sam pregnant sounding hilarious in his head.
"My little brother… you're not so little anymore, are you?" Cooper said with some nostalgia in his voice as he rubbed Blaine's arm.
"I guess not" Blaine answered with a smile, snuggling up to him in a rush of love for his big brother, who had always been there for him.
"Maybe someday you two can come on a double date with me and Santana" Cooper joked.
"Santana?" Blaine repeated. With the entire Sam thing, he had completely forgotten about his brother's relationship with Puck's sister, which he didn't like one bit.
"Yes, that waitress I've been seeing for days. You know her, right?"
"Yes, I know her" Blaine answered, sounding harsher than he had intended.
"What does that tone mean?" Cooper asked, as he knew his brother like the back of his hand and he could tell when something didn't sit right with him.
"I'm just not sure she is the right girl for you" Blaine answered, wishing he could explain how he knew what a bitch she was. But he would be watching her for sure!
"Aw, you're so sweet, being so protective of your big brother" Cooper answered with a laugh, not really understanding what was going on and thinking that his brother simply thought no one was good enough for him.
"Just be careful with her too… and not just about sex" Blaine warned him, as the last thing he wanted was to see his brother hurt. He was strong, he knew that much, but well… he still wanted to protect him.
"Ok, I'm not ready to talk about sex with my little brother yet" Cooper joked, pretending to be horrified by it as he made himself more comfortable on Blaine's bed. "So let's get some sleep, ok?"
"Aren't you going to go back to your bed?" Blaine asked with a smile, knowing what the answer was going to be.
"No, I'm comfortable here" Cooper answered, already closing his eyes.
"Ok" Blaine answered with a laugh as he nestled more comfortably to Cooper's side, feeling immensely grateful for having the best big brother in the world.
Even thought they didn't need to rehearse anymore, Blaine of course went to Sam's classroom after his last class the following afternoon so they could spend some time together –something of which they couldn't have enough, apparently–. That way they could be together without having to hide, as they could pretend Blaine was taking guitar lessons if someone saw them together.
"Hey" Blaine said as he appeared at the top of the stairs that lead to the classroom, the butterflies in his stomach going wild at the way Sam's face brightened up when he saw him.
"Hey!" Sam answered, walking –almost running– to him to rest his hands on Blaine's waist and kiss his lips devotedly. "I missed you"
"I missed you too" Blaine answered as he happily threw his arms around Sam's shoulders and held strongly onto him for a good while, hiding his face in the crook of Sam's neck to deeply breathe into his unique essence.
"Mmm, you smell so good" Sam said, as he apparently had been doing the same with him. "So what have you been doing today?"
"Missing you" Blaine answered with a mischievous smile, making Sam laugh wholeheartedly at that.
"Apart from that" he said while he finally let go of the shorter boy and moved to what he had been doing when he arrived, and that was organizing his table –which Blaine could see was as messy as his room usually was, even if he couldn't care less about it.
"I was really doing that the whole day" Blaine insisted as he walked to the piano in the room and sat on its stool. "In fact I missed you so much that I wrote a song about you"
"What? Did you really?" Sam asked, turning from his task to look at him, apparently very moved by Blaine's confession.
"Yeah… As a thank you for Because of you" Blaine tentatively answered, hoping he was not making a mistake. "That was about me, right?"
"How do you know?" Sam asked, smiling at him, and Blaine was glad that he had not wrongly assumed anything and that Sam seemed not embarrassed by it.
"Because Quinn said you had written it very recently. And it was just after the day in the lake"
"Something changed in me that day, B" Sam admitted. "You changed it"
"You wanna hear my song?" Blaine asked, still blushing furiously at Sam's appraisals. "It's not as good or romantic as yours by any means, but…"
"I'm sure it's perfect" Sam stopped him with a fond smile, as he leaned on his desk to give Blaine his whole attention. "And of course I want to hear it"
"I didn't have a piano with me in the cabin, so I will have to improvise" Blaine warned him, not wanting to disappoint the other boy.
"Will you start already?" Sam said with a chuckle that calmed Blaine's nerves down.
"I hope you don't think I'm a pervert" Blaine said before finally turning to the piano to play.
"Why would I think that?" Sam asked in surprise, but instead of answering, Blaine started singing.
I love the way you look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders
And I love the way you dance your slow sweet tango
The way you wanna do everything but talk
And how you stare at me with those undress me eyes
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside
Sam remained motionless, almost without breathing, as he listened to Blaine's perfect voice beautifully filling the place as his fingers gently caressed the keys on the piano. So was really little Blainey singing a song about making love with him? And how the hell did he manage to make it sound so pure and beautiful and perfect?
Let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
'Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go
Let's make a night to remember from January to December
Let's make love to excite us, a memory to ignite us
Let's make honey baby, soft and tender
Let's make sugar darling, sweet surrender
Let's make a night to remember all life long
His heart feeling as if it was about to burst, Sam couldn't stand the distance anymore and walked to where his lover was. He silently knelt behind his stool and put his arms around Blaine's waist, slowly so as not to disturb his performance. Blaine jumped a little with surprise, but immediately recovered and continued singing, now with a tender smile on his face as Sam's arms surrounded him.
I love the way you move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin' down your skin
Me lying here and you lying there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere
Let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
'Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go
Let's make a night to remember from January to December
Let's make love to excite us, a memory to ignite us
Let's make honey baby, soft and tender
Let's make sugar darling, sweet surrender
Let's make a night to remember all life long
Blaine took a deep breath before continuing, as he was going to raise his voice for the reprise, trying not to shake as Sam's lips started resting butterfly kisses between his shoulder-blades in apprecitation.
Oh when I think about you all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind?
But I'm never holdin' back again
Yeah I never want this night to end
'Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go
Let's make a night to remember from January to December
Let's make love to excite us, a memory to ignite us
Yeah let's make honey baby, soft and tender
Let's make sugar darlin', sweet surrender
Let's make a night to remember all, all life long
"Oh my God, B, that was amazing" Sam honestly said when the other finally fell in silence.
"Really?" Blaine said, his face full of hope as he turned around on his seat to look at the other boy.
"And you said it wasn't romantic? Blaine, no one has made me feel like this before"
Unable to find the right words to express what he was feeling, Blaine lent forward and captured Sam's lips in a fierce kiss, closing his arms around Sam's shoulders to bring him close to him until their chests collided.
Embracing him just as strongly, Sam got on his feet and brought Blaine up with him, never breaking the kiss even for one second. Quickly getting too caught in their loving encounter, Sam easily lifted Blaine from the floor and got him to sit on the piano, spreading his legs enough for him to stand between them until they were completely glued to each other. Blaine moaned into Sam's mouth at the contact before his hands moved to the hem of the blond's black t-shirt to roll it up –he hadn't seen or touched that perfectly sculpted chest since the day before, and he was only human–, when a voice calling Sam while going up the stairs interrupted them.
"Sam?" Kurt's voice sounded just a second before he arrived to the top step.
"Shit" Sam exclaimed as he quickly separated from Blaine and pulled his t-shirt down as the latter jumped from the piano, both of them trying to regain his breath before Kurt could guess what they had been doing.
"Sam?" Kurt repeated when he finally came into view, only to be surprised by Blaine's presence –and how flushed he looked. "Oh, sorry, I thought your classes were over for the day" he hypocritically apologized before turning to Blaine with his best smile. "Blaine, I didn't know you where taking music lessons. I could teach you too, you know?"
But before Blaine could answer, Sam slammed the piano's lid with all his forces to cut him from flirting with Blaine and then pretended it had been unintentional.
"Sam, my father put me in charge of the final show" Kurt said, ignoring Sam's impertinence for once in favor of looking like a professional. "I wanted to talk to you about the last song. I'd like to shake things up a bit. You know, move it to times"
"Yeah!" Sam agreed enthusiastically, and Blaine smiled fondly at him and how he always put his heart into everything he did. "I've got a lot of ideas! In fact, a friend and I have even written some songs that would go great" he continued, sending a knowing look at Blaine to let him know he was talking about him. "We intend to rehearse them with the dance teachers and…"
"Wow, wow, wow, that's way over your head" Kurt stopped him patronizingly, and Blaine thought he had never hated somebody so much like he was hating Kurt at the moment. "I meant something that gets people off their seats, something they all know and love. People want to have fun, they don't have time for your experiments"
"Right. Of course" Sam answered in a defeated tone that immediately broke Blaine's heart and angered him in equal parts.
"Well, you have the last word, of course, but maybe next year we can find a singer who knows what…" Kurt threatened.
"Sure, Kurt. No problem" Sam agreed, and he sounded so different for his usual self that Blaine felt he didn't even know him. "We'll end the season with something everybody can sing and dance. It's a great idea"
Kurt smiled triumphantly when Sam surrendered so easily, and then he turned to go, though he still stopped next to Blaine, who had been awkwardly standing a few feet from then, to feign he was whispering in his ear, though he made sure he was loud enough so Sam could hear him.
"Sometimes he's hard to talk to, but ladies seemed to like him" he said, and he came so close to Blaine that he made him feel uncomfortable.
He noticed Sam looking at them with a furious expression in his face, and when Blaine felt forced to take a couple of steps back to put some distance between Kurt and himself, he saw Sam about to walk to them and punch the lights out of Kurt for taking those kind of unwanted liberties with Blaine, though Blaine discreetly shook his head in negation and Sam obeyed.
"Make sure he gives you the full half hour you're paying him for, honey" Kurt said, more loudly this time as he walked to the entrance and then disappeared downstairs.
"He wouldn't see a new idea even if it was right in front of his nose!" Sam kept angrily ranting, as he had been doing since they left the classroom and were walking to Sam's cabin, though Blaine was having trouble to keep up with Sam's vigorous pace. "He wants ideas? I've got tones of them!"
"Then why did you let him talk to you that way?" Blaine protested, as he had hated to watch Sam just keeping his head down as Kurt threatened to fire him if he didn't obey.
"What do you mean, that I should fight the boss?" Sam sarcastically asked, turning to look at Blaine.
"Yes! Tell him your ideas!" Blaine encouraged him. "He is a person like everybody else"
"Look, I know these people, B. They're rich and they're mean. They wouldn't listen to me"
"Then why don't you fight harder? Make them listen"
"Because I need this goddam job next summer!" Sam answered, subconsciously raising his voice again. He loved how optimistic Blaine was, but sometimes it looked as if he didn't know what life was really about. "It's either that or going back to Kentucky to work as a house painter, like my father wants me to"
Blaine sighed as he refrained for making any other comment. He knew Sam hadn't had it easy, and confronting him about what he should or shouldn't do was not going to make anything better. After all, he knew how things worked on that damned hotel way better than he did, and he should be supporting him instead of criticizing him, even if he was only doing it with his best interest at heart.
Feeling sorry about fighting with him, Blaine drew a hand to Sam's arm, with the intention of caressing it in an apologizing way, but Sam was still angry and refused the contact. Blaine was about to ask him for his forgiveness with words when he noticed his father, his brother and Santana walking out of the cafeteria. His father had one arm around Cooper and the other around Santana as they kept a light conversation, and Blaine's heart stung at the thought that a scene like that would never happen with Sam and him.
Terrified that his father would see him with Sam again, he grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him down to crouch behind some bushes. Sam looked even angrier than before, but he still obeyed and hid with him, not wanting to cause him any trouble even if they were at odds.
"They didn't see us" Blaine whispered when his family was finally out of sight, rising to his feet and looking at Sam with fear, as he knew he would be even angrier than before.
"Fight harder, huh?" Sam said, in a lower voice than before even if it sounded more threatening. "I don't see you fighting so hard, Blaine. I don't see you running up to daddy and telling him I'm your guy"
"I will" Blaine promised, even though he could see how little convincing he sounded. "With my father is complicated but I will tell him, it's just…"
"I don't believe you, Blaine" Sam sadly answered as he shook his head in negation. "I don't think you ever had any intention of telling him. Never"
Blaine felt tears stinging in his eyes as he watched Sam's retreating back walking away from him, hoping he had not lost him forever. But what hurt him the most was that he had been the one to make Sam feel like he was not good enough, something Blaine had been fighting a lot to convince Sam otherwise until then. He needed to fix it. He would give Sam some time to cool down and then he would ask for his forgiveness and show him how high he thought of him and how worth it he was.
Blaine didn't know where else to look: he had been at Sam's cabin, at the classroom, he had even asked Sebastian if he knew where he was, and he still hadn't found him. He was getting desperate, and with each passing moment he needed to talk to Sam more and more, hoping it wasn't too late.
He was about to burst into tears of desperation when he thought there was a place he hadn't searched yet, and that was Quinn's room. Of course, he said as he resisted the urge to slap his own forehead, how he had not thought about that before? Quinn was his best friend, and it would be her the one to go to if he needed a shoulder to cry on.
Filled with hope once again, he ran the rest of the way to Quinn's bungalow and jumped the three steps on her porch in one go. He almost opened the door in a rush, but then he remembered his manners and decided to knock instead. After all, he and Quinn liked each other but were not that close, and Sam had mentioned how Quinn didn't see their relationship with good eyes.
Quinn opened the door for him in less than a minute, and stood silent in front of him with a serious expression –similar to the one she had always given him before they started rehearsing for the gig–.
"Hi" Blaine said in a polite tone, not willing to let himself be intimidated by Quinn's prejudices. "Have you seen Sam?"
Quinn didn't answer, but she opened the door a bit more widely so Blaine could see that Sam was inside. He was sitting on Quinn's bed, his elbows on his knees and his face resting in his hands, as if he had been deep in thought. Blaine's heart almost stopped at the thought that he had been deciding if he should forget about him.
Sam raised his gaze and seemed a bit surprised to see him there and, even though he didn't look like he wanted to talk to him just yet, he got on his feet out of respect for him and walked out of the room so they could have some privacy.
If there was something Sam was that was stubborn, and he still felt hurt by Blaine's words from before, so he walked past him and stood silent, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for Blaine to make the first move.
And of course Blaine did: he walked just behind Sam and put his arms around him, kissing him all along his upper back.
"I'm sorry" he whispered one time after another, grateful that at least Sam was not rejecting his touch this time even if he wasn't responding to it either.
And that's how Puck found them when he passed them by on his way to his own room just in that precise moment.
"Oh, look at all that passion, I gotta tell Santana she picked the wrong brother" he said, looking at him with a sarcastic smile on his face. "It's okay, Blainey, I went slumming too"
It was just an unfortunate comment, but suddenly it was all too much: everything Puck had put Quinn through and how he had left her to solve it on her own; all the times he had made fun of him and taken advantage that he was a family friend of the Hummel's so Sam wouldn't touch him; how he had implied he was seducing Blaine for his own benefit. And the fact that he was hinting that Blaine was some kind of whore or anything like that just because he was kissing him was just the last straw.
With a fury he had never felt before, Sam gently pushed Blaine away and jumped over the small fence on the porch to get to Puck. He grabbed him by the lapels before the other was even aware of what was happening. He pushed him strongly to the side of the bungalow, cutting the breath out of him with the blow, and then he threw him to the ground in disgust. Sam had a moment of lucidity then and decided that maybe he shouldn't get into a fight, that it may bring him more trouble, but then Puck got up and came charging at him, so stopping was not an option anymore.
"Sam!" he heard Blaine yell just before Puck punched him in the face, and the only thing that worried him was that Blaine might come between them and end up hurt.
"Stay there!" Sam pleaded for him to stay away from them.
Sam returned the punch, hitting Puck square in the jaw which only seemed to enrage him even further, but before he could throw himself at Sam again, Blaine, who had run to them when he saw they were not going to stop, put himself between them both in an attempt of separating them. Puck, whose arm was already prepared to hit Sam's face, was very close to hitting Blaine instead, but he stopped himself in time: no matter how close friends his family was with Mr. Hummel, if he punched a client, especially considering it was someone younger and smaller than him and the son of Mr. Hummel's doctor, he would get fired for sure.
"Stop it!" Blaine yelled even if he couldn't help but flinch when Puck's fist came too close to his face.
"Blaine!" Sam exclaimed as he grabbed Blaine by the arms and tried to move him aside before he got hurt, but Blaine remained stubborn and didn't let him move him.
"Sam, he's not worth it" Blaine said, turning to Sam instead to try and convince him to let it go. "He's not worth it"
"Get out of here" Sam angrily said to Puck, letting himself be convinced by his lover. He was right after all: he wasn't worth it getting into trouble for.
Puck sent a killer look at Sam as he wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, but didn't say anything else and left, knowing Blaine could get him into trouble if he didn't.
"You okay?" Sam asked Blaine once Puck had disappeared, afraid he could have gotten hurt without him realizing it.
"Yeah" Blaine immediately answered, as he hadn't received any blows. Unlike Sam. "You?"
"Yes" he simply answered before strongly wrapping his arms around Blaine's smaller frame, as if he needed to make sure he was there and he was alright. If he had gotten hurt because of him…
"I'm so sorry" Blaine apologized again, his voice muffled with Sam's shoulder as he also clung to him.
"Forget it, it was just a stupid argument" Sam answered as his hand traced comforting patterns on Blaine's back, suddenly the anger he had felt only a while before seeming so insignificant.
"I was so afraid I had really screwed up and you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me anymore" Blaine confessed, his voice still shaky.
"Never" Sam answered, breaking the embrace to cup Blaine's face in his hands. "There's no way I can stop wanting to spend every minute of my day with you"
Blaine smiled shyly at him, and Sam chuckled in response before capturing his lips in a tender and slow kiss.
"You want to come to my room with me?" Sam asked, although he could see in Blaine's eyes what the answer was going to be so he put an arm around the curly-haired boy's shoulder and started leading him.
"As if you needed to ask" Blaine answered with a chuckle as he put his own arm around Sam's waist and started walking with him.