IMPORTANT NOTE: Robert's girlfriend from Enchanted and Shelby Corcoran from Glee are both played by the same actress. For this reason, I've decided to combine them into one character. So, in this story, Shelby is Robert's girlfriend. (Also, you can thank Loki Firefox for that idea, because he was the one who thought it up.)

The fact that Blaine came from a fairy-tale world was easier to get used to than Sam had thought that it would be.

Sam wasn't entirely sure why that was. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Blaine definitely acted like he was from a fairy tale, so it was easier to picture him coming from one. Or maybe it was just because Sam knew that it had to be real, so he had no choice but to accept it. Either way, by the time they reached the restaurant, Sam was pretty comfortable with the fact that magic existed, enough that he was ready to start asking Blaine a ton of questions.

"So, your step mom can transform into an old woman?" Sam asked as they took their seat. Blaine had insisted that he didn't care what type of food they ate, so Sam had taken him to IHOP, since it was his favorite place. Honestly, Sam had wanted to bring him somewhere fancier, but after he'd checked his wallet, he'd decided that he'd better go someplace inexpensive. Any anyway, IHOP had the best pancakes ever. "Are you sure that she's not the witch from Snow White, because I'm pretty sure I've heard that plot before."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't know for certain that Narissa can transform herself, as I've never actually seen her do it. But she does have many more powers, so I would believe that she has that one as well. And Snow White died of old age many years before Narissa was born." He frowned and leaned forward, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "There are a remarkable amount of similarities, though. That's likely where Narissa got the idea for her plot."

Sam nodded, moving on to the next question that was bothering him. "And if our two worlds don't know about each other, how come I've heard stories about things that happened in your world?"

Blaine shrugged. "I hardly know the answer to that," he said. "But this can't be the first time that people have traveled between worlds. My guess is that someone took history lessons from my world and told them as stories in this world."

Okay, that did make sense. Sam tried to decide what to ask next, since there was a ton of things that he was wondering. Like whether animals could really talk in Andalasia, or what daily life was like, or a million other things. His mind was so crowded that he couldn't even think of all the questions that he wanted to ask.

"Is that all that you want to know?" Blaine asked, and Sam started to say no, but Blaine continued, "I know that this must be very confusing for you. And to be honest, there are many, many things that I would like to ask you about this world. But first I would like to plan a way to find Edward and Giselle before it is too late."

"You're right," Sam said. That was the important thing. There would be time to ask questions later.

There would be, right? Blaine was going to return to Andalasia as soon as Giselle and Edward were found. What would that mean for the two of them? Sam didn't know how easy it was to travel between worlds, or whether Blaine would want to. There was a possibility that once Blaine left, the two of them would never see each other again.

No, Sam decided. He didn't want to let that happen. He'd travel to Andalasia himself to visit Blaine if that was what it would take. Especially since visiting a fantasy world sounded like the most awesome thing ever. Sam would have gone their anyway, even if he didn't have Blaine to visit, just because he wanted to see what it was like.

The waitress arrived with their food then. Blaine smiled and thanked her profusely, even shaking her hand as soon as she had set down the plates. She gave his clothes a weird look, but practically swooned when he took her hand. It made Sam scowl down at his plate. He knew that Blaine had come here to search for his true love, but there was no way that that girl was going to be it.

Then the waitress walked away, and Sam shook his head and smiled at Blaine, telling himself that he was acting ridiculously. "What do you think?" he asked as Blaine took a bite. He had insisted that Sam should order for him, considering that Sam was the one paying, and knew what this restaurant cooked well. Sam hadn't really known what to get, so he'd just ordered Blaine the same meal that he'd gotten, and he was anxious to know if he'd done a good job.

"This is delicious, Sam, thank you," Blaine said with a grin, which made Sam way too happy.

"Glad you like it, dude," Sam said, returning Blaine's grin and taking a bite of his own meal.

"So, about Edward," Blaine said a moment later.

Sam felt his happiness slip away slightly. "I really don't know what to tell you," he said. "New York is a giant city, and he and Giselle could be anywhere. I could tell you which places have the most music, but there's no guarantee that they'll actually be there." He grimaced slightly. "Sorry."

Blaine shook his head. "Nothing to apologize for. It isn't your fault. And you're right, I don't have the slightest idea how we can go about finding them."

Sam's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw that it was a call from Rachel. "Do you mind if I answer this?" he asked.

Blaine looked confused – they must not have cell phones in Andalasia, Sam realized – but he nodded. "By all means, do whatever you wish."

Sam answered it. "Hey, Rachel. What's up?"

"Hey, Sam," she answered, an obvious smile in her voice. There was some muffled shouting in the background, and then Rachel laughed and said, "Kurt wants to know if you're still with the crazy guy from earlier. What does that mean?"

"He's not crazy," Sam said at once, thought decided not to explain how he knew that. After all, if Sam told them that another world really did exist, they'd think that he was the one who had gone insane. "And yeah, we're getting something to eat right now."

"Oooh, do you like him?" Rachel asked eagerly.

Sam bit his lip and admitted, "Yeah, I do. He's great." He caught Blaine's eye across the table. Blaine must have realized that Sam was talking about him, because he sat up even straighter (if that was even possible), looking incredibly pleased.

"Well, that might mess up my plans," Rachel said, though her voice was still teasing.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"You know that Shelby started dating that guy Robert, right?" Rachel asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Well, apparently they got into a fight this morning – something about finding another woman in his apartment when she came to pick up Robert's daughter for school. Anyway, Robert apologized and gave her some tickets to the Kings and Queens ball tomorrow."

"I still don't see how this has anything to do with me," Sam said.

"Well, I told Shelby that I'd find someone to babysit Beth and Morgan – that's the name of Robert's daughter – while they go to the dance," Rachel explained. "I figured that you'd be able to, since you're the only one who's single. But if you're going to go to the ball with... What's the guy's name, anyway?" Sam started to answer, but before he could, he heard Kurt's voice in the background, shouting the name at Rachel. "If you and Blaine are going to the ball together, then I'll have to find someone else to babysit the girls."

"I'm not sure if we are or not," Sam said. "I'll ask him, though." And Sam definitely would, as soon as he hung up the phone. And he knew that he really wanted Blaine to say yes, but he wasn't sure if Blaine would want to. And even if Blaine did like Sam, finding Giselle was still the most important thing. As much as Sam hoped that they'd be able to go, Sam didn't know what Blaine was going to say to that.

"Let me know as soon as you get an answer," Rachel said, sounding like she had way too much energy. "And not just because I want to know whether you can babysit or not. I'm so excited! One of my best friends could be getting his first boyfriend!"

Sam smiled at that. He and Rachel had never been super close, but Sam had been good friends with both Kurt and Finn ever since high school, which meant that he ended up spending a lot of time with her. He wouldn't have said that they were best friends, but it really made him happy that she thought of him like that. And she was right – Sam had had serious girlfriends in high school, and had gone on a few dates once he'd gotten to New York, but he hadn't actually started dating anyone since he left Lima.

And he really liked the thought of Blaine being his first boyfriend. But considering Blaine lived in a completely different world, one that he'd be returning to soon, that might not actually work.

But there was no reason that they couldn't at least go to the dance together. If Blaine wanted to, that is.

"Wait a minute, Kurt wants to talk to you about something," Rachel said.

She must have handed the phone over, because a second later Kurt said, "We're all getting together tomorrow afternoon for a big shopping trip to get ready for the ball. Well, I think Finn is going to do everything he can to get out of it, and Santana still refuses to give me an answer about whether she's going, but most of us will be there. Do you want to come?" Sam hesitated, and Kurt quickly added, "You don't have to buy anything. It's more about the companionship than about the shopping. Well, for me it's mostly about the shopping, but for you it can be about just hanging out."

Sam frowned and ran over his schedule in his mind. "I can't. I have some classes tomorrow," he said with a sigh. He'd tried to arrange his schedule so that he didn't have and Friday classes, but that hadn't worked out.

"Okay," Kurt said, sounding disappointed. "But you'd better come over to my house before the ball. I'll help you get dressed up."

"Why?" Sam asked.

When Kurt spoke again, it was obvious that he was rolling his eyes. "Because you obviously like this guy, and this isn't kind of dance where you can just show up to in whatever you want. If you want to impress this guy, then you should show up looking completely drop-dead gorgeous and sweep him off his feet. And trust me, I'm the guy to help you make that happen."

"Wow. Uh, thanks, dude," Sam said. He honestly hadn't expected Kurt to really care. Which was stupid, now that he thought about it, considering Sam had spent about a week trying to subtly (okay, not-so-subtly) hook Kurt up with the boys that he liked back in high school. It figured that Kurt would return the favor, and help Sam win Blaine over. But still, it made Sam really happy that Kurt wanted to.

"No problem," Kurt said. The two of them said goodbye, and Sam hung up the phone.

"What did you want to ask me?" Blaine asked as Sam stuck his phone back into his pocket. "At least, I assume you were talking about me."

"Yeah, I was." Sam cleared his throat and built up his nerve, then said, "There's this thing tomorrow. The Kings and Queens Ball. I was thinking that we could go to it. If you haven't gone back to Andalasia, I mean."

Blaine's eyes widened, and a thrilled look crossed his face. "Sam, that's perfect!"

Sam grinned. "Really?"

"Yes, of course," Blaine said. "Giselle and Edward are sure to attend a ball, and we can all reunite with each other there. This is a brilliant plan, Sam!"

"Oh." Sam slumped slightly in his seat. "Yeah, of course that's why I asked you. So that we can find your brother."

Blaine didn't seem to notice Sam's disappointment. "Thank you so much, Sam. You have been more help than I ever could have dreamed."

Sam took a deep breath and told himself not to be upset that Blaine had misunderstood the reason that Sam had asked him to come to the ball. Obviously that meant that Blaine didn't think of him the same way that Sam thought of Blaine. But that could change. This was still a good sign. The two of them were going to go to a ball together. He could still make Blaine start to like him.

Things would get insanely complicated if Blaine did start liking him back, Sam knew, but he decided to deal with that later. For now, he just wanted to be hopelessly romantic and not think about the consequences of dating someone from another world.

Something occurred to him. "The ball isn't until tomorrow night. What are you going to do tonight?"

Blaine frowned. "I suppose I'll find someplace to stay," he said. "I hate to ask you for more help, considering all that you've already done for me, but do you have any suggestions for where I could sleep?"

"You could stay with me," Sam said at once. Because he wasn't going to make Blaine find someplace to stay on his own in the middle of New York City. No way. His apartment would be the safest place.

"I couldn't ask you to give me shelter on top of everything else," Blaine protested, shaking his head. "I shouldn't take anything more from you."

Sam reached across the table and took Blaine's hand. "Trust me, I want you to," he said, completely honestly. "You're not going to cause me any trouble or anything. In fact, I'd probably freak out if you decided to go anywhere else, because any place that you could spend the night for free definitely isn't safe, and I don't really have enough money to get you a hotel room." He lowered his voice and added, "I really do want you to stay with me."

"Then I'll stay," Blaine said. Sam thought he saw the smallest hint of a blush on Blaine's cheeks. He wasn't sure if it had really been there, but he liked to think that it was.

Maybe there was a chance that Blaine liked him back, after all. Sam could hope, at least.

"You have a beautiful home," Blaine said with all sincerity, glancing around the small series of rooms that Sam owned – an apartment, he'd called it, which was another unfamiliar word for Blaine to add to his vocabulary.

Sam snorted as he threw his key ring onto the closest table. "It's pretty nice for a college kid's salary, but it can't be anything like what you're used to. Especially since you grew up in a palace or something."

"Well, no, it's certainly nothing that I've seen before. Not in the house of someone I know, at least," he admitted, eyeing the threadbare chairs and the dirty dishes lying on random tables.

Sam followed his gaze and immediately looked embarrassed. "Sorry. My roommate isn't the cleanest. I can take care of those." He rushed forward to start stacking the plates and cups.

Blaine grabbed his arm. "No, really, it's alright," he said. "I am grateful that you agreed to take me in for the night, no matter what the state of your home. And I'm hardly in a place to judge you," he added. "I'll admit, I've never had to clean for myself. I'm sure that if I had to, I would be much worse than you."

That made Sam smile and relax slightly. "Thanks," he said. "I'm still going to clean up this mess a little, though."

"Then let me help," Blaine offered, stepping forward to take one of the piles of dishes.

"Thanks," Sam said again, picking up the rest of the dishes and led the way into another room, calling as he did, "Finn!"

"Yeah?" another voice called back, and when Blaine followed Sam into the other room, there was a tall man leaning against the wall and eating from a plate on the counter next to him. He glanced over at Blaine. "Who's this?"

"This is Blaine," Sam said, setting his pile of plates onto the counter. Blaine quickly followed suit. "He's spending the night."

Finn raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. "Blaine? I'd that the guy Rachel said you were on a date with?" He looked back over at Blaine, seeming much more interested. Blaine frowned, not entirely sure what exactly a date was, so deciding to leave that question for Sam to answer. But Sam didn't get the chance to speak a word before Finn was already asking, "Seriously, you're already spending the night together?"

"Not like that!" Sam said, almost before Finn got the chance to finish speaking, and sounding way more vehement than Blaine would have expected. "He's just staying here because he's only in town for the day and our apartment is better than a crappy motel."

"You sure?" Finn asked, taking a giant bite of his meal and chewing quickly before he added, "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with bringing a guy home. I'm just saying, if you guys are going to be doing anything, I want to know so that I can get out of the apartment."

"He'll be sleeping on the couch!" Sam was definitely getting worked up now, and kept glancing at Blaine like he was embarrassed about something. Blaine started to get the feeling that Finn was implying something more than Blaine merely imposing on their hospitality for the night, though he couldn't even begin to guess what that was. And judging by the embarrassed and uncomfortable look on Sam's face, this wasn't something that Blaine should ask for clarification on.

Finn nodded as he shoved the last bit of food into his mouth. "Fine, fine," he said, adding his plate to the stack that Sam and Blaine had just brought in. "I think I'm going to go spend the night at Rachel's, though. Just in case. I mean, it's a small apartment, and if you guys do decide to do something-"

"We won't," Sam said again, then added, "You know, you're not one to talk. Every time that you spend the night with Rachel, Kurt calls me the next day to complain about it."

"It's okay," Finn called over his shoulder as he walked away. "We're really quiet. Kurt never even knows what we're doing."

"Not quiet enough," Sam called back. "I've heard your idea of being quiet last time you had Rachel over." Finn was already out the door, though, and didn't seem to hear Sam. Sam shook his head, mumbling something to himself, then turned toward Blaine, looking embarrassed again. "Sorry. That was, uh, sorry. Can we pretend that you didn't overhear that conversation?"

"I'm sure it will be easy to forget about, considering that I didn't understand the majority of it," Blaine said, then decided to at least ask. "It seemed like you and Finn were speaking in some sort of code. What exactly did you mean?"

"Nothing," Sam said quickly. "I mean, if you come from a fairyland, I'm guessing that you won't want to understand."

Blaine frowned, but nodded after a moment. "I suppose that's fair," he said. He wasn't sure why he wouldn't want to know, but Sam did have the right to not share with Blaine if he didn't want to, so Blaine wasn't going to push for information.

The two of them walked back into what appeared to be the main room and sat on the sofa in the center of the room. "So, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Sam asked. "I have classes pretty much all day, so I'm not going to be home. You're welcome to hang around my apartment if you want. I mean, I'm not going to kick you out or anything. It just might get a little boring for you."

"That's alright," Blaine assured him. Sam had been too kind to him already; Blaine wasn't about to ask for more. "I'll continue searching for Edward and Giselle. I know that there is little chance of me actually finding them, but I'd feel better if I continued searching, regardless. And if I can't find them, then we can always look for them at the ball."

"But we're going to the ball even if we do find them, right?" Sam asked quickly. "I mean, we can still plan on doing that, no matter what, right?"

Blaine blinked, a little surprised. He hadn't thought that Sam would want to go so badly. In fact, he hadn't thought that Sam would want to go at all, and had assumed that Sam had only suggested it to help Blaine. Then he smiled. "Of course we can," he said, secretly feeling incredibly pleased. Because Blaine had been looking forward to the ball for more reasons than just the aid it would give him in finding his brother and Giselle. He loved dancing, and Sam was already becoming Blaine's closest friend, despite the fact that they had only known each other a short time. Blaine would be glad for any excuse to stay together for as long as they could, before Blaine had to return to Andalasia and they were forced to stay goodbye.

"Great!" Sam relaxed, looking so happy that Blaine's smile widened in response, and he felt somewhat proud of the fact that he had been the one to bring that look to Sam's face. "So, there's nothing more that we can do to look for Edward tonight, right?"

Blaine thought for a moment, then added, "I don't believe so." It was already just beginning to get dark, and though it was still early enough that it would be easy to see, it wouldn't remain that way for long. Blaine didn't fancy the thought of wandering around a strange land at night, even if he had Sam around to show him the way.

Sam jumped to his feet and ran over to the box in the corner, which had a reflective surface, like a darkened magic mirror. There was a shelf beside the magic mirror – or whatever that dark screen was – and Sam started looking through the slim cases that lined the shelves. "Movies! Wait until you see these. I guarantee you don't have anything like this in Andalasia."

"Alright," Blaine agreed, not sure what Sam was talking about, but willing to go along with it nonetheless.

"Now, a lot of this won't make sense, since you're not used to this world," Sam continued. He hit a button below the screen, and an image of several moving people appeared on it, which made Blaine suspect that he'd been right about this being some sort of magic mirror, though he'd never heard of one that could make images appear before someone had asked a question. Sam clicked some buttons on a box beneath the screen. Blaine didn't see much of what Sam did, but a second later the screen changed to a new image, and Sam dropped back onto the sofa beside Blaine, close enough for their arms to touch. "This is my favorite DVD," he said, then added, "And don't worry, I'll explain anything that you don't understand."

"Thank you," Blaine said. He wasn't too worried about this movie – or this DVD, Blaine wasn't too clear on which of those words was the correct name – being confusing. Sam had done a wonderful job of explaining things to Blaine all day, and he couldn't think of any reason why that would stop now.

And if Sam loved this- this movie or DVD or whichever it was, then Blaine was eager to see it, to learn as much about Sam as he could.

Blaine relaxed his stiff, princely posture slightly, leaning against the back of the sofa instead of sitting completely upright, and turned his attention toward the screen.

Blaine woke slowly the next morning, pushing himself to a sitting position and blinking at the room around him and wondering about his location for several seconds before he remembered. Then he smiled. In Andalasia, it wasn't uncommon for kind strangers to offer assistance to a prince on a quest – especially a quest for true love – but he hadn't been sure if that would be true of this world as well. It was nice to know that people of this world also made a habit of helping others.

Then Blaine remembered the way that people on the street yesterday had looked past everyone around them, as if they didn't care a bit about anyone else's existence, and started to think that maybe it wasn't everyone in this world who did that, after all. Perhaps it was just Sam.

Sam. Blaine got to his feet and crept slowly toward Sam's bedroom to check on him. The door was standing halfway open, and when Blaine peered inside, he could see that Sam was still sprawled under the covers, snoring slightly and hugging his pillow to his chest. Blaine backed away quickly, not wanting to wake him, and then stared around the living room, as Blaine now knew that the central room was called. He felt like he should do something to help him, as a payment for everything that Sam had done for him, but he couldn't think of what. Blaine supposed that he could go make breakfast, but he had to admit, he wasn't entirely sure how to cook. He'd never had reason to learn in Andalasia, and even if he had, Sam's kitchen looked so different than any that he had ever seen that Blaine didn't dare try to use it. There was still some cleaning to be done, but Sam had looked embarrassed by the messiness of his apartment yesterday, and the last thing Blaine wanted was to call attention to the clutter and make Sam feel bad again. Perhaps the best thing to do was to pretend not to notice it at all.

In the end, Blaine found himself wandering around the room, not sure what else he could be doing. He gently touched the stringed instrument in the corner – which Sam had been holding when they first met, if Blaine remembered correctly.

There were pictures standing in frames along the counter and hanging from the walls. Blaine stepped forward for a closer look. He had seen images like these yesterday – large ones standing above the city and hanging on the walls on the restaurant where they ate dinner – and they had intrigued him, because they looked too realistic to be paintings, though Blaine didn't know what else they could be. Some of the images in Sam's apartment were of Finn and Kurt, occasionally standing with the other boy that Blaine had met yesterday – who he vaguely remembered was named Adam – and sometimes with people who looked like their parents. More were of Finn and a small girl with black hair. The rest were all of Sam, laughing and smiling and joking with a pair of kids who could only be Stacey and Stevie. Blaine stopped to study them for a moment, feeling a brief pain of worry toward his own brother for the first time. He knew that Edward could take care of himself, and that this was his quest, after all, so of course he would have to do it by himself. But that didn't stop Blaine from being nervous about his brother's wellbeing, or from hoping that he was right and Edward would be at the ball that evening.

Blaine shook his head to clear away the bad thoughts, telling himself that of course Edward would attend the ball, and then moved on. He took another moment to look at the TV, which never ceased to amaze him, even though Sam had explained its purpose to him last night, while they'd been watching the movies. The movies themselves had been an interesting experience as well. Even after Sam had explained that they were about fictional people, Blaine still had to stop Sam pretty much every minute or two, to ask about the things that the characters were using. Which was how Blaine had learned that cell phones and airplanes actually existed, but rocket ships and laser guns did not.

To be honest, all of the information was still jumbled in Blaine's head, making him feel more confused than ever. But he had enjoyed sitting beside Sam an listening to his explanations, which he had had to give so often that they had lasted longer than the movie itself. But Sam had always seemed willing to explain, and Blaine had always enjoyed listening. And despite the confusion, Blaine was proud that he was learning more about this world. And the more time that Blaine spent talking with Sam, the more that Blaine felt as though he wanted to continue his friendship with Sam forever.

Blaine frowned and shook his head. That thought – and the sadness that went with it – was ridiculous for two opposing reasons. First, it would be impossible for them to continue seeing each other often once Blaine returned to Andalasia, so Blaine should stop feeling upset about that and just accept it. But second, it was equally ridiculous to be upset at leaving precisely because Blaine knew that they would see each other again. It wouldn't be possible to visit often, but Blaine was sure that they could both make time to travel through the well every once in a while, and spend the day together whenever possible. So Blaine shouldn't feel sad. He had plenty of friends, neighboring princes who he attended banquettes with every month or so, and he had never been sorry to not see them more often than he did. It was odd that Sam was different.

Perhaps it was because Sam had shown him so much kindness when Blaine was all alone in this world, he decided. That was why Blaine had grown so attached to him so quickly.

To distract himself, Blaine returned to wandering around the apartment, studying everything, trying to commit it to memory while he still had the chance. He ended up opening one of the windows – after silently hoping that this would be alright with Sam – so that he could rest his arms on the frame, looking out across the city, which stretched as far as he could see.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked. Blaine glanced over at him, and smiled. Sam had clearly just come from bed. He was still wiping his eyes tiredly, and the wrinkled state of his shirt and shorts made it clear that he had slept in them. His hair seemed to almost stick straight from his head; it was clear that he hadn't made any effort to comb it yet this morning. Then again, neither had Blaine, and he was certain that his own hair looked much worse than Sam's. In Andalasia, Blaine had never had much trouble keeping his hair looking nice. In this world, however, it appeared as though Blaine's curls had decided to take on a life of their own, and were utterly out of his control.

Sam confirmed Blaine's thoughts when he grinned, walking over to lean against the wall beside Blaine. "You're head looks so fuzzy, dude! What happened? I thought princes were supposed to look all nice and dapper." He said it in a teasing way, though, so Blaine didn't feel upset.

"We are," he said instead, deciding to just answer seriously. "But this world works in strange ways."

Sam's grin widened. He glanced at the window. "So, what are you looking at?"

All at once, Blaine felt his good mood begin to slip away, though he did his best not to show it. "I'm just trying to remember what this world looks like, for when I return to Andalasia," he said. "It's so different than what I'm used to. I don't want to forget a thing."

"Yeah, I'll bet that it is," Sam said, also sounding more serious than he had a moment ago. "I'd like to visit it someday."

"You can," Blaine promised. "I'll show you the portal before I return, so that you can visit whenever you want. You'll always be welcome at the castle, I guarantee it."

Sam's grin was back, though still smaller than before. "Thanks, that'd be great."

"Yes," Blaine agreed, "it will be."

So there was no reason for Blaine to feel sad about leaving Sam behind when the time came, because it wouldn't be a permanent goodbye. They could still visit. Perhaps Blaine could even buy one of those cell phones. He wasn't entirely sure how they worked, but from what he could gather, they were a wonderful way to communicate.

Still, Blaine couldn't shake the feeling that it wouldn't be enough. That he would much rather stay with Sam forever than part from him, no matter how temporary their parting might be.

Blaine didn't understand those feelings, and he tried to tell himself that he was acting ridiculous.

But still, the feeling didn't go away.