"…Blaine," Sam said quietly. Blaine's eyes weren't focused on Sam's face, but he was still staring.

Sam didn't even want to think about what Blaine was staring at so low on his body.

"Yeah, baby?" Blaine's eyes flicked up to Sam's. His voice was still lower than usual.

"Um, I'll, uh, get the drinks if you want to get a table. Medium drip, right?" Sam said, stuttering slightly as Blaine's eyes fell again. Trying to ignore it, Sam began to fumble with his wallet.

"Of course. Can't believe you still know my coffee order, princess." Sam froze.

"What did you just call me?" Sam knew what Blaine was doing. Trent had warned him that Blaine would try to push him away, but it was still extremely creepy.

"Called you princess, babe."

Okay, so Blaine was not only flirting with him but also implying that he was the girl in the relationship.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

Turning, Sam walked up to buy the coffee. He flushed as he felt Blaine's gaze on his back.

Again, Sam didn't want to even think about what he was staring at. He bought the coffee drinks quickly and walked over to where Blaine was sitting.

Blaine was unashamedly staring at him. Sam felt his flush start to darken. He sat down across from Blaine. Sam glanced up and then back down. Blaine's eyes were dark and burning.

"No need to be so uptight, babe," Blaine said. "Don't you want a little… attention?"

"What – no, Blaine. I need to talk to you."

"Why just talk, baby? I can think of so many better things to do. For us to do." Sam felt himself flush again, but he ignored it.

He decided the best way to deal with Blaine's attempt to scare him off was to ignore it.

"I wanted to tell you that we're still friends, Blaine, and-"

"We could be more than that, babe." Sam broke off as Blaine winked and smirked.

"I'm here for you, Blaine. We're friends. I don't care that you're at Dalton. I accept you – all of you."

"I'd be happy to show you all of me." He chuckled as Sam looked away.

"You're so uptight, babe. I could always loosen you up. I've been told that I'm quite good at that."

"Blaine, this isn't you-"

"But it is, babe. Face it, you don't know me. Not anymore," Blaine said. His voice got a little quieter and lost some of its cockiness as he said that. Sam nearly smiled as he saw that Blaine had dropped his façade a bit.

"I want to, Blaine. We were good friends." Blaine glanced at his hands for a moment before looking back up. Sam nearly groaned as he saw Blaine's mask was back.

"I have a great way to get to know each other, babe." Sam shut his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself.

Blaine was starting to get on his nerves, but he knew that that was exactly what Blaine wanted. Blaine wanted him to give up and say 'to hell with it!'

Sam wouldn't do that because they had been friends, and Sam had missed Blaine.

"Fantasizing, baby? We can make those a reality." Sam opened his eyes. Blaine had changed, but how much of it was an act, and how much was real?

"Blaine, can I ask you something?"

"I don't kiss and tell, if that's what you're wondering." Sam ignored the comment.

"I want to know why you went back to Dalton."

"Missed the memo, babe? There was nothing left for me at McKinley," Blaine said. Sam could see a bit of anger in his eyes. Blaine was starting to lose control of his mask.

"But there was, Blaine. You had friends there. You still have friends there."

"They – you – only accepted me because of Kurt," Blaine said, looking down. His hands were resting on the table. The coffee was untouched.

"Maybe at first, but we miss you Blaine."

"I'm not coming back," he said. Suddenly, he smirked again. "No matter how much you want me to, baby."

"I'm not asking you to come back, Blaine. I'm telling you that we're your friends."

"Why is it only you here, then? Why aren't a bunch of the New Directions here? Not that I'm against alone time…" Sam sighed and bit his lip.

"They didn't want to, did they? They think I betrayed them, and that's the end of our friendship."

"Yeah…" Sam said softly. "They do think that, but I'm not here to talk about them. I don't think that, Blaine. And I don't want to lose you because of a school and a competition."

"Never realized we were this close, babe," Blaine said.

"That's what I'm talking about, Blaine. You're trying to push me away. Why?" Sam asked.

"I – I," Blaine stuttered. "I don't know, but I can't do this Sam. I won't let my loyalty be divided. I'm loyal to the Warblers."

"No matter what they ask you to do?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Blaine froze, and slowly, his eyes left the table and met Sam's. Sam could see the mixed emotions in his eyes. Finally, it seemed like Blaine's walls had come completely down.

"Sam, what do you know?" Blaine asked. "I can tell you know something."

"Trent told me about the steroids. He heard Sebastian and the other guy – what was his name? – talking about changing your mind by playing with your loyalty." Blaine looked at his hands again.

"Why did he go to you instead of me? Why didn't he tell me that?"

"Because, Blaine, you're under enough stress. You need someone to confide in. I can be that person," Sam said with what he hoped was a comforting smile.

"I used to love being a Warbler, and I do belong at Dalton, but Hunter and Sebastian have warped them completely. They aren't the same anymore. There's no more class."

"I'm glad that you found where you belong, Blaine, but I'm worried that you'll be pulled into doing the drugs. And I know that you'd regret it."

"I would, Sam. I would truly regret it. But I'll never do it. Neither will David or Trent. I may not be able to stop the others, but I can keep us out of it."

"Just be careful," Sam said quietly.

"I will be," Blaine said. "I have to go. I'll see you again? Soon?"

"Yeah," Sam said with a smile.

Blaine stood up and began to walk away. After a few steps, he froze.

"And Sam, I do have to say: you have a nice ass." He glanced at Sam with a smile and winked.

Sam stared at Blaine.

"What?" he demanded. "I thought- Blaine! Blaine!" Blaine laughed as he walked out the Lima Bean and towards Trent's car, ignoring Sam's calls.

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"How'd it go?" Trent asked as Blaine got in the car. Blaine glanced at Trent and took a deep breath.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "I needed that, but please, next time, tell me if Hunter and Sebastian are planning anything."

"I will," Trent said with a little smile. "I'm sorry for the whole deceiving you thing…"

"No, it's okay. I probably wouldn't have come if you'd have told me, and that did help."

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Hey, guys! I had a lot of trouble writing this conversation. How'd it go in your eyes?

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