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This chapter is quite long. I got a little carried away.
Waiting for Forever
Year Four: Silk
Blaine stepped off the train dragging his overfilled matching luggage. Huffing past anxious fellow travelers he dropped his bags onto the platform taking a much-needed breath. It was a little much for a three-day stay at the boutique hotel but he wanted to be prepared for anything. One of the wheels snagged halting his momentum and he was wrestling with it when his name was yelled down the station. Popping up, he surveyed the modest crowd unwilling to believe his ears.
"Sam?" His jaw dropped when he saw Sam running towards him. "How?" Dazed, Blaine hugged him back. "I thought you couldn't make it."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"If I'd known you were here, I would have been here sooner."
"SOONER?" Another voice yelled behind him.
Blaine spun round facing the narrow eyed spitfire. "Tay Tay!" He greeted arms outstretched.
"Don't try to con me with the smile Blaine! You're late!" Tina shrieked. "Two days late."
"Tina, I am so sorry. Rehearsals run long. The new director is such a hard ass. He'd give Sue Sylvester a run for her money." He explained. "I left as soon as I could."
"Really? Cause apparently you could have been here sooner?" Tina tilted glaring over his shoulder at Sam. "Shouldn't you be filling that list I gave you?"
"Yes um uh" Sam's hand dropped from his back as he read from a piece of pink paper. "Track down Wish Lanterns." He grinned rolling his eyes at Blaine. "I am all over that."
"I saw that." Tina snapped. "Get moving." Picking up Blaine's hand luggage she rushed him outside.
"Sweetie, I know you have this epic love going on considering how often you've broken down crying to me about it…"
"I wasn't crying." He glanced over checking to make sure Sam was gone. "Every time."
"I'm sure they were very manly tears." She appeased. "But I need you. I'm getting married on Saturday and I'm freaking out. I keep having these horrible dreams that I butcher my mom with a cake knife and I always wake up surprised that I didn't enjoy it more considering she has hijacked the whole thing and is driving me crazy."
She took a deep breath flagged down a cab then continued her tirade. ""You're the Man of Honor. My mom is already giving me hell for having a male Maid of Honor until I told her my original plan was to marry you, a friend of Elton, that shut her right up but be warned she will be giving you some dirty looks, my aunts too."
"Because I'm gay?
"Because you're not really Asian." She paused letting the cab driver take his bag. "When you and Sam get married you can saddle me up and treat me like a pack mule but until then your collectively cute tushies are mine to do with as I please."
"I get it. I'm your bitch until you say 'I do' but quick question?" He gave her puppy eyes. "How is Sam? Really?"
"Ah!" She groaned dropping into the back seat. "God, you have a one track mind. He's fine, Blaine. I give you daily reports…
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Ok weekly reports. What do you want from me? I have been busy planning my wedding. Besides I set up a kickass network of ex McKinley-nites that send you emails every time they see or hear from him. I even got you a sleeper agent in the Evans household."
"The Twihard?"
"Hey. You're lucky Stacey's still crushing hard on sparkly vampires. She thinks your spying on Sam is romantic instead of creepy."
"It's not creepy. I need to know how he's doing so I can be there before he crashes and burns again. And the video Jacob Ben Israel sent me was the definition of creepy. It was shot entirely from bushes and behind parked cars. It was like watching a crazy stalkers how to guide." Blaine complained. He would never admit to anyone that it was the last thing he watched every night before he went to sleep.
"I agreed to let him add it to his reel for his finals."
"There's a college for paparazzi?" He scoffed.
"Point is," She shushed him. "Sam is doing great. His dad getting him to do volunteer work was inspired. He has blossomed into a beautiful flower blah blah blah. He's happy." The cab pulled up outside the hotel. "So we are going to go inside and have brunch with my family and you are going to use that famous Anderson charm to keep me from killing my snide cousin Amy."
"I should go up and freshen up."
"No, we are late." She directed his bags to the bellhop and dragged him through the lobby. "I put you and Sam in the same room. You're welcome."
Before he had time to process that piece of information she shoved him into the open-air restaurant and he found himself hip deep in Cohen Changs.
xxXxx
Much later, Blaine buried his face in the soft hand towels; the stubborn Mimosa buzz he'd acquired over brunch still clung to his senses. Toweling off he dropped it exiting the coral bathroom. He smiled on finding Sam sitting on the window seat across their room, his elbows braced on his knees.
"You're back." Blaine exclaimed walking towards him, hoping for a proper hello.
"What's going on with your voice?" Sam leaned back, light streaking through the windowpane behind him throwing his face into shadow. "I was with Puck and he says you've been having some issues."
Without warning, his arm shot out hand tangling in Blaine's shirt dragging him between his legs. Tilting his head back, he looked him dead in the eye. "You would tell me if something was wrong right? If you are sick…"
At the quaver in his voice, Blaine rushed to reassure him. "It's just been a little hoarse after performances." His hands slid to Sam's shoulders kneading the tense muscles, soothing the worry away. "I will see a doctor."
"Not an ENT." Sam shook him. "You need a Laryngologist."
Blaine's hands drifted upward cupping Sam's jaw, fingertips dancing over his perfect lips, chasing up his cheekbones. His long lashes fluttered eyes clashing with his. Worry lurking in the darkest corners. Pushing closer, hands tangling in Sam's dark hair he said, "Yes, dear."
The quip had the desired effect tearing a loud laugh out of him, darkness fleeing before the light. He looked perfect like this. Grin wide. Relaxed. Happy. Sam. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Blaine touched their foreheads. One thought ricocheting through him. Mine. He swayed forward desperate for more, more touching, more skin. Only the singular thought nagging at the edges that they had a deal holding him back.
Pulling back he forced a smile then turned away. What they were trying to have with bigger than sex, he wouldn't jeopardize that. Surveying the room, he skipped over the plush inviting bed, looking for something else to keep them busy till dinner. He riffled through the closet for a change of clothing. They could go out for a movie. "How are things going at the Centre?" He asked pretending like he hadn't received a full run down from his many spies. "Sam?"
He peered over finding Sam's eyes glued to his ass. Sucking in a sharp breath, he turned back perusing the half filled closet, trying to think of anything else other than the fact that they were stuck in a room together for 3 days and 3 nights.
He swore under his breath. "This is stupid."
"Huh?"
"Obviously I want you - a fact that is ridiculously difficult to hide in these pants." He gestured at his bulge, blush burning up his neck. "In my defense I didn't expect Tina to get thoughtful and stick us in the same room. So…uh…we are going to catch a movie or take a walk to burn off this excess energy…" Or you can break open the minibar and – shut up tiny brain! God, he was losing his mind.
Uncharacteristically enigmatic, Sam cleared his throat then said. "Or we could stay here."
"What?" You are hearing things. "Yeah. There might be something on TV." He searched for the remote.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"C'mere."
He would have been embarrassed by the way he flew across the room. But then there were lips, harsh bruising lips and impatient hands dragging him into Sam's lap. Grinding down, he whimpered in delight at the thick ridge throbbing under his ass. Calloused hands slid under his shirt scraping up his back tearing ragged moans out of him.
"Are my hands too rough?"
"S'perfect." Blaine arched, head falling back exposing his neck for the eager mouth. A sharp nip to his collarbone sent tingles down his spine, heat pooling in his groin. He fought to clear his foggy mind. "Should we talk about this?"
"Later." Then Sam's hands tightened on his hips. "Top or bottom?"
"God!"' His eyes squeezed shut. There would be enough time later to argue about switching. Right now he wanted to be filled, taken, claimed. "Bottom."
He held on as Sam swung him into the air taking them the necessary three steps to the bed.
"Wait!" He stalled halting Sam's descent. "What if it's a disaster?" Nothing could ruin a relationship faster than bad sex. They could be over before they'd even begun.
Draping over him, Sam nuzzled his neck whispering. "Then we'll try again and again and again." Wet sucking kisses chased each word, trailing down his chest, hands flipping buttons, lingering over his heart. Blaine shivered, as his clothes were ripped off in feverish desperation until he lay naked, gentle breeze from the open windows wafting over his heated skin. Cock leaking onto his belly.
His breath caught as Sam just looked at him, his curious eyes missing nothing. It was an odd silence one he wanted to fill with lots of words because those were his best friends hands and mouth on him. But then Sam's hands followed his eyes tracing grooves and contours reverent in their exploration. Time slowed. Fantasy merged with reality. Sam's abs rippled under Blaine's hand, the other twisting into his open fly, swallowing his gasps, feeling him thick and long in his hand.
Blaine fumbled for the table lamp, phone and notepad crashing to the floor. The sun was setting leaving the room too dark. He had to see. For all the other times when Sam wouldn't be around, he had to remember. He exhaled with delight as the flicked switch partially flooded the room with light meeting Sam's amused gaze.
"I want to see you." He explained needlessly. Sam was lost his eager tongue dipping into his navel. Gripping his shoulders Blaine struggled to keep his eyes open as the searching tongue dipped. When it found his seeping head he tossed his head back, spreading his legs thrusting his groin. More. Biting down hard on his bottom lip as he sunk into the wet heat. He couldn't get enough choked sobs spilling out of him. Perfect pink lips suckling at his head, and then swallowing him down until he was buried deep in Sam's throat.
Eyes slipped shut. They were so going to talk about where Sam learned to do that. Another flick of the talented tongue scattered his thoughts. He was going to come. Tangling his hand in his hair he pulled him off. Not like this.
Sam hovered over him, eyes dark with desire, lips swollen, eyebrow cocked. Poetry flew out the window.
"Fuck me."
Sam exhaled hard. There was a rush of activity that barely registered but somehow there were condoms and lube and Sam's hand on his hip. He held his breath as Sam's tip kissed his rim.
Blaine bucked his hips in response taking his lips; opening his heart and his body feeling the exquisite burn as Sam pushed past resistance sliding in deep, taking hold. They rocked together, exchanging long drugged kisses, learning each other until the pressure burned below the surface.
Needy fingers clutched his thighs. "You good?"
"Sammy" He ordered breathless. "Move." At the first hard thrust he wailed, dug his fingers into his back and hang on. Muscles squeezed and rippled around the relentless piston. The relentless stretch and the violent pegging of his prostate dragged him inexorably to the edge. He gasped for breath, slick skin rubbing against his, nerve endings tingling as he swore and begged for more. Rough pumps of his cock pushed him over. Sam's name escaping him in a guttural moan as he spewed his load coating them with his seed. He was crushed as Sam found his release collapsing on top of him, before he rolled them over, still inside of him.
"Oh wow!" Sam murmured, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. "I mean…Wow!"
Chuckling into the crook of his neck, Blaine breathed him in. He would echo the wow if he could move. As it was he was boneless and comfortable and so very happy. "I love you Sam."
Startled Sam paused, he could feel his heart hammering above him then he replied, "I love you too." The smile obvious in his tone, his arms holding him close.
It was enough.
Freshly showered, Blaine leaned against the headboard as they gorged on room service and Sam talked about his volunteer work at the shelter his church run.
"The kids are amazing." He waved his fork around. "They ask a thousand questions about things I know nothing about so sometimes I just make stuff up."
It wasn't what he said as much as the way he looked when he said it. His eyes sparkled with hope and his smile was genuine, the change in him palpable. For the first time in almost three years he was just Sam. "You really love it."
"Yeah well," He flushed rubbing his neck. "They are kids. They don't care about what I look like or who I am. Their whole lives have changed in an instant. I know what's its like to suddenly find yourself homeless with parents that are struggling everyday to put food in your mouth and a roof back over your head. They need someone to care and listen and distract them when they are scared." He shrugged. "It pays nothing but it's worth it." He paused then segued. "Besides I make enough to get by from bartending at Four Turkeys."
"What were you going to say?"
"It doesn't matter. I can't do it anyway." He busied himself dumping their plates on the floor.
What couldn't he do? "Just tell me."
"Fine. The church is building an orphanage in Nicaragua and they need volunteers."
"Did they ask you to go?"
"Yes but I can't."
"Why not? You've obviously have found your calling."
"It's so far away." He excused. " And every time I have left home everything has gone to hell. This job matters. You know. No one has ever trusted me with something this important. What if I fuck it up?"
"Do you want to go?"
"Yeah but what about us?"
"Sam. I want you to be happy. This job, helping people really makes you happy. Do not use me as an excuse to run from it." With those words, Blaine left him to mull it over. The decision to stay or go was ultimately Sam's; he was willing to support him either way.
xxXxx
Blaine pushed through the crowd making his way to the far end of the reception. He stopped for the occasional hello before making a beeline for Sam. He had been watching him all night, all day really, barely able to follow Tina and Mike's vows and all the hoopla that came after it.
Sam looked good in a tux he thought as memories of the Sadie Hawkins dance assailed him. Except tonight they were here together.
Coming to a stop next to him, Blaine tilted his head back taking in the fall of fabric covered in congratulatory squiggles. "Oh my god Sam, what is that?"
"It's my wedding present for Mike and Tina. I thought they could like turn it into a canopy for their bed or something. I got all the guests to sign it and there's still room for all the guys who couldn't make it like her grandparents, Mr Schu, Unique, Kurt, Finn…" He came up beside Blaine handing him a black fabric marker. "I left some room for you." He pointed to a bright empty spot next to his name.
"Sam, this is genius."
"Yeah?"
"Of course but uh won't some of these names above their head be like a uh…"
"Boner killer!"
Blaine snorted at his bluntness. "Yeah. Who wants to look up mid shag and see their parents words of wisdom that include a bible verse." He raised his hand signing next to Sam's name then stepped back. "Maybe curtains would be better."
As another guest elbowed him aside, Blaine turned surveying the dance floor that was jam packed with their friends wondering who would get married next. Maybe Kurt. He had gone to England to meet Adam's family.
Like he knew what he was thinking, Sam pressed up against his back whispering, "One down."
"Who will be next?"
Sam wrapped his arms around his waist. "My money's on those two." He pointed out a frantically whispering couple at the edge of the tent and they watched as Puck tossed his arms up and stormed out, after a beat Rachel chasing after him.
"Puck and Rachel? Really?" Blaine supposed in a very obscure way they were perfect for each other but to outsiders, on paper, they made no sense. Much like him and Sam.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked kissing his nape before resting his chin on his shoulder. "You were totally crying earlier. Is it because I decided to go?"
He had gotten a little emotional during the ceremony not just from Sam leaving again but it was a lot of change rushing at them at once. He couldn't help wanting the world to just stop for a second so he could enjoy this. With a small sigh, Blaine tilted his head back, meeting his lips. Arms tightened around his middle, Sam deepening the kiss with an edge of desperation.
"It's a lot to ask." Sam said tearing away.
"No it's not." Blaine spun round in his arms cupping his face. "I love you Sammy. I'm still going to love you no matter what. You're worth waiting for."
Eager hands slid up his back tangling in his barely tamed curls as he was dragged into a fierce kiss. "I love you too," Sam promised between kisses. "I was thinking I could come and stay with you for awhile before I leave."
"Yes." Blaine exploded peppering Sam's jaw with kisses. He wondered if it was possible to say anything other than yes to his man.
"I hope your building allows dogs."
"Why?" Blaine leaned into him drunk on Sam.
"Dalton?"
"You're leaving him with me?"
"Blaine," Sam looked vaguely disappointed. "We have shared custody."
"Uh yes, they allow dogs. The bitch in 4B has a ridiculously adorable Yorkie that she totes around in a giant purse."
"Do not put Dalton in a purse."
"I won't. God! How gay do you think I am?" Blaine laughed pretending not to consider the idea. Dalton was too large for a purse but how awesome would they look in matching bowties? They could go running in the park in the morning and watch trashy reality TV shows late at night. It was everything he never knew he wanted.
"Blaine" Sam warned.
"Oh look we are up." He pointed at Tina who was frantically signaling them for her specially requested duet. She finally got her timing right. "You ready to blow them away?"
"Lead the way, superstar."