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Waiting for Forever

Year One: Paper

Blaine shifted the grate of the fire escape slicing into his butt. Reaching up he grabbed the railing waiting for Sam to pick up the phone. When he did he jumped in a little too breathy. "Hi"

"What's up man?"

Sam's response was a little lackluster. "You got my gift, right?" Oh god! Was it too much?

"The singing telegram? It was insane."

Finally. Some emotion.

"The killer clown, ninja, power ranger wielding the guitar butchering Kenny Rogers? Stevie saw him and freaked out. That was my bad I shouldn't let him watch Supernatural, then Stacey laughed at him so hard – girls can be so mean - I don't know if the funny bone is a real thing but I think she broke hers.

"Power Ranger?" Blaine spluttered. "I said tasteful. He was supposed to be dressed nice, bowtie optional."

"I think he was from a kids birthday party and wore all his costumes," Sam sniggered. "Or he escaped from serial killer's basement in a mental hospital."

"This is a disaster." Blaine moaned. "Did you at least get the Bamboo plant? Its supposed to bring you luck and Feng Shui related stuff that Tina explained to me."

"Well, he gave me a massive bouquet of red roses?"

"Oh God!"

"I didn't know they made ribbons that big. Or in that shade of pink."

"Roses? Pink?" Blaine cursed under his breath. "I'm going to call that charlatan and demand my money back."

"Dude, what gives? It's not my birthday for another couple of months."

"It's an…" Sam didn't even remember. He felt so stupid. "It's an anniversary present for our first anniversary."

"Oh man, I'm so sorry. I didn't get you anything."

"I wanted to make you happy." Now he made Sam feel bad, great. "Just tell me you're okay?"

"I'm okay."

After graduation, Sam had decided to take a year off to figure out what he wanted to do with his life so he'd moved back home with his family. Blaine wished he could see his face, know for sure that Sam was okay in Kentucky, far away from all their friends. He had to be lonely. Maybe if he'd remained in Lima, close to Finn and Puck, he wouldn't worry so much about him. As it was he called him every day without fail, he knew what it felt like to be abandoned by someone you loved and he wouldn't do that to him.

"The flowers weren't so bad." Sam appeased. " And the song he did was pretty cool. 'What that means' is country gold, man. You can never go wrong with Kenny Rogers."

"I have never heard it."

When Sam cleared his throat and started to sing, Blaine stopped, thinking, worrying. Just listened.

I don't know if I should tell you

That you've been in my dreams

I can't control how you come and go

And I know what that means

I don't know if I should kiss you

That might cause a scene

But I can hardly resist your smile

And I know what that means

Right when I didn't expect it

You caught me off guard

My heart was unprotected

Now I'm falling hard

"The lyrics repeat after that." Sam sounded embarrassed after the impromptu serenade.

"I think that was better than what I chose." Way better.

"Katy Perry?"

"Yeah."

"You are so predictable." Blaine was about to interject when Sam continued. "I have some news. Its kinda big so – drum roll please – I'M MOVING."

Blaine's jaw dropped. Sam was moving? To New York? On the one hand, it would be amazing to have him around. He missed him like crazy. On the other he hadn't told anyone about them, the 'them' that was planning to be together in the future. His head spun just imagining trying to explain it to Kurt or Rachel. He could already hear Santana's mockery. Once it got out his phone would blow up with the entire Glee club, past and present members demanding an explanation. They would think he turned Sam. He might as well start handing out business cards. Blaine Anderson. Predatory Gay.

"Blaine?"

He shook off his uncertainty. "That is great news, Sam. How soon are you leaving?"

"At the crack of dawn. What time exactly is that?" Sam mused. "I'm driving down…"

"Driving across the country by yourself? I'm not sure how I feel about that. It could be dangerous."

"Don't worry, Mom. I can take care of myself."

"Ha. Ha" Blaine mocked. "You are not funny."

"I have travelled alone before and after two days of living out of my car it will be nice to put my feet up at Mercedes' crib."

Wait. "Mercedes?" Blaine asked stupidly. He was moving even further away. "You are moving to LA?"

"Yeah we were talking…"

"Do you two talk a lot?" This was news to him. Sam and him talked all the time, he never mentioned Mercedes or Quinn or Brittany. Was he talking to them too?

"Yeah. Anyway we were talking and she suggested I move over there maybe give the music thing a go. It beats sitting on my ass in nowhere, Kentucky, delivering pizzas."

"I thought you didn't want to leave your parents alone. What about Stacey and Stevie? They need their big brother around." Blaine scrambled for excuses. The thought of Sam in fucking California living with his ex made his blood boil. Where was this possessive crap coming from? A minute ago you didn't want him in New York.

"I think my parents are sick of me moping around the house and I don't know how much of a role model a loser older brother is for Stacey or Stevie. I want them to look up to me."

"You are not a loser, Sam."

"I know but if I stay here because I'm too afraid to take a chance on anything, I will be."

There was no argument to refute that. Blaine was going to keep trying anyway when Kurt popped through the open window startling him.

"Wrap it up, Anderson. We are going to be late. You don't want to keep Madame Berry waiting you know how she gets."

Rachel had a new lead in a play and was getting crazy imperious. More than usual. He wasn't being bitchy when he said it was an off, off, off Broadway play. Okay, maybe a little bitchy. He would have totally gotten a part in it as well but he'd been planning Sam's surprise and missed his audition. Devine Burke outright refused to let him audition afterward. God! NYADA was crawling with divas.

"Is that Kurt?" Sam's tone changed.

"Yes." A sudden feeling of intense guilt made Blaine explain. "I'm at his apartment. Rachel is having her big opening tonight so we figured we'd go together." He held his breath, waiting. If Sam asked a pointed question about his interaction with Kurt, which was mostly sexual in nature these days, he was going to lie.

"It's cool. You go have fun. I need to start packing." Sam hang up.

Start?

Disheartened, Blaine crawled through the open window.

"Is that Sam?"

Blaine perched on the edge of the bed watching Kurt primp in front of the mirror. He didn't want to tell him but he desperately need to discuss with someone what Sam's move meant. Especially since it was further away from Blaine. Was that a conscious act on his part? Maybe Sam was trying to tell him something. Like he'd changed his mind about their deal.

Since that perfect Saturday a year ago, they had slipped back into their comfortable friendship of video games and movies - bro stuff. It felt like their future had been shoved into the back seat never to be mentioned again. It was frustrating and Blaine hadn't known how to ask Sam which was why he made such a big – disastrous – fuss over their anniversary. He had been fishing for an 'I love you' or any sort on indication that they were still meant to be.

"He's moving to LA."

Kurt spun round in that effortlessly graceful way that was purely Kurt and gaped at him. "OM – Christ! Sam and Mercedes are shacking up! Facebook Alert! Where is my phone? I wonder how her Jesus feels about all that unsanctioned premarital sex."

Blaine trailed after him. "They are not shacking up."

"Don't bite my head off."

"I'm not-" He kind of had though, Kurt echoing his unvoiced thoughts was pissing him off. "They are living together, it's a purely platonic arrangement based primarily on financial need."

"Platonic will go out the window when Sam's shirt does, that boy is like the Hulk, no clothing can contain him." Kurt dug underneath the couch tossing a bright red bra his way muttering about Quinn's slutty ways.

Leaping over the discarded garment, Blaine stood next to him. "They are just friends." He insisted. "Besides they tried to make it work twice and failed."

"They failed both times because one of them was moving away. Now they will be in the same State, same apartment." He jumped back up, phone in hand. " Think about it. One day the air conditioning will go out, Sam will have to strip down to his skivvies and a light blush and my girl will pounce. I know I would." He said slyly. "What? I'm very imaginative and creative and I may or may not have once had a tinny tiny crush on Sam."

"You like him?" Blaine barely managed to contain his snarl. This whole conversation was giving him hives.

"Liked. Past tense. I have too much self-respect to spend my life chasing after a hetero. I adore Sam but I guarantee he's going to step off the bus and find himself on a casting couch under some cougar or eating bugs on a reality show before the week is out. I'm not sure which one of those fates is worse.

"He's not that –"

"Gullible? Really? Do I need to revisit the Mayan fiasco? Sam has so many desirable qualities the top two of which are hotness and sweetness and there are tons of people lining up round the block to take advantage of either. Let's go."

I should call Sam back. Humph and say what? Don't get back together with Mercedes? Do not get in cars in strangers and I forbid you from having sex with anyone. He couldn't run his life.

"Hey?" Solemn, Kurt turned back at the door, slipping on his coat. "You are okay with this thing we are doing?"

"The rampart unsanctioned damning premarital sex? Yes."

"I don't want you to feel used."

"I'm more than okay with it but you should stop letting Adam drag you into his head games."

Adam and Kurt were too much alike, fiery, impulsive and so dramatic. It made for a tumultuous union. They broke up constantly and Kurt inevitably ended up in bed with Blaine invoking their bro helping bros agreement. Then him and Adam would make up starting the whole vicious cycle all over again.

"You need someone who will ground you and at the same time let you be Kurt."

"Someone like you?"

"I wasn't so good to or for you." Blaine dodged, throwing up his past infidelity as a shield. Honestly he was happy with their arrangement especially the part where Kurt didn't consider him as a real future prospect because Blaine had plans, with his hetero. He should call Sam; standing in front of him was a prime example of what not talking did to a relationship.

"Could you give me a second?"

"I know that look. Calling Sam again? You just talked to him. What is with you two?"

"Nightbird and Blonde Chameleon stuff."

"Argh" Kurt swept out the door yelling. "Make it quick."

Blaine moved quickly to the neatly remade bed and grabbed his iPhone finding mail from Sam entitled 'I will not be alone.' He opened the attached photo and sagged back onto the bouncy mattress. The picture of Sam holding up a tiny puppy with shaggy black fur and big brown eyes sucked him into a vortex of cuteness.

He couldn't stop smiling as he dialed Sam. "That is the cutest guinea pig on the planet."

"Hey" Sam protested laughing. "Don't insult Dalton. He's all dog."

"You named him Dalton?"

"Dalton Warbler Evans to be exact. He kind of looks like you."

Blaine snorted. "He does not."

"He has your eyes."

Blaine gave a halfhearted protest, about to crack in half from the silly smile on his face. "Now I have to worry about both of my guys somewhere out there in the world? Without me?"

"We'll be thinking of you. Everyday."

"Oh Sam" He sighed, rubbing at his chest where his heart hurt. "Are we still doing this? Us?"

Sam's voice shook when he spoke. "Have you changed your mind?"

Blaine smiled. Again. "No. Never. I just needed to hear you say it." He turned at the impatiently yelled Blaine. Kurt was back."

"I have to go. I lo- Uh! Be safe, Sammy."