Title: The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Day 3
By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK on , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Prompt: Sam is called to a meeting by Blaine's parents. They sit him down and say that of all of Blaine's friends, Sam is the most reliable, the most trustworthy and the nicest. So they have chosen (maybe even hire) him to keep an eye on Blaine because Blaine tends to go crazy when he takes this annual trip. Cooper couldn't handle him. Kurt couldn't take it. But they think Sam can. When Blaine does his annual week-long trip to Disney World, Sam goes with him. Oh what could possibly happen?
Notes: Sorry for any typos. My transcription software doesn't always understand what I say and I don't always catch the mistakes. I have trouble typing things by hand since I suffered an injury last year to my right hand and it seizes up if I try to do too much.
Note #2: I know the Waldorf Astoria Orlando isn't actually one of the Disney hotels, but for purposes of this fic, just pretend it is!
Note #3: LOL, I feel like I'm writing a Disney advertisement, but I'm trying to describe what they're doing in the park, so I kinda have to talk about the rides and attractions!
A tickle woke Sam, light pressure dancing over his chest. He smiled softly as awareness crept up on him and he realized someone was lightly stroking his skin. It felt nice and he sighed, blinking open his eyes and looking down to see Blaine sleeping on his shoulder, his fingers moving in random, unconscious patterns as his palm rested on Sam's chest.
Further down, his leg was tossed over Sam's thighs, high enough to brush against his morning happy. Blaine's own cock was pressed firmly against Sam's hip, a realization which caused him to blush and take a quick breath. Usually, he was the one wrapped around Blaine and Blaine was really good at ignoring Sam's wayward body parts.
Lying there, cuddled under the luxurious blanket was so nice that Sam almost drifted off again… At least until he felt Blaine grind himself lately against his hip and boy howdy, did that ever wake him up!
"Blaine," Sam said softly, running a hand through his friend's curls. He really liked the way the thick, dark locks wound themselves around his fingers. "It's morning."
With a nonverbal murmur, Blaine nuzzled into Sam's shoulder, rolling in draping himself half over Sam, who grunted when Blaine's thigh slid neatly between his own. Sam's hand pressed to the smaller Blaine's back without conscious thought and Blaine's fingers curled around his biceps, face pressing into Sam's neck.
Clearly, he was still mostly asleep, so Sam gave him a little shake. "Dude, wake up," he said, a bit louder now because he felt like a perve, enjoying the full body contact will Blaine slept on, unaware.
For a moment, Blaine continued to nose at the hollow of Sam's throat, shifting his hips languidly…and then he went still. Craning his neck, Blaine peered up at Sam with wide eyes, a blush creeping onto his sun darkened cheeks. "Sam!" he breathed, obviously still gathering his wits and Sam didn't want him to be uncomfortable.
"Morning!" Sam said happily, wrapping his arms around Blaine more tightly and giving him a squeeze before falling back against his pillows. They could totally ignore anything happening below their belts…well, where their belts would be if they were wearing belts instead of just thin cotton underwear…. "Sleep okay?"
"Like a rock," Blaine murmured, sounding a little horse, but he smiled and patted Sam's chest in a teasing manner. "You are a good pillow."
"I'm totally comfy," Sam agreed, pinky fingers stroking the curve of Blaine's spine. "So, what's the plan for today?"
The question seemed to galvanize Blaine into motion and he was out of bed and in the bathroom with barely a word. Heaving a sigh, Sam rolled up right, pulling on shorts and a T-shirt and willing certain body parts to calm down.
By the time Blaine finished showering, Sam was able to use the bathroom and then wash his face. His cheeks and nose were a bit red (as well as the back of his neck, from the feel of it), so he carefully applied a good coat of sunscreen.
Again, Blaine had breakfast waiting, fruit, yogurt and granola. They ate quickly and once again managed to catch the early shuttle to the Park. Today, one of the eager little kids with a cute, little brunette in a blue Cinderella dress. Sam grinned, elbowing Blaine as he said, "Dude, you tell me princesses stated our hotel!"
The little girl sat up straighter in her seat, eyes widening in delight as Blaine picked up on what Sam was doing. "A princess? Oh, I didn't know! Hi princess, are you going to go see your castle today?"
She beamed and giggled, declaring, "Yes! And I'm going to see Mickey Mouse!"
They spent the rest of the ride chatting with the girl and her parents, bidding them goodbye as they reached the park. They strolled Down Main St., Cinderella's Castle, with its graceful spires visible in the distance. It did indeed look like it had been parked right from the movie Sam thought as they approached and crossed drawbridge over the wide moat.
Inside the castle, he drew up short, gaping at beautiful glass mosaic murals. Some of them seemed to tell a story of Cinderella's happily ever after.
"Wow," he murmured, his fingers curling around Blaine's wrist. "This is awesome."
"Yeah," Blaine agreed, then pointed at the ceiling. "Next week, we have reservations one evening to eat upstairs at the Royal Table restaurant."
Sam thought that was pretty cool. He definitely wanted to come back and look at the mosaics again, but he could feel Blaine practically vibrating with the urge to move on. Smiling, he let Blaine lead him out through the back courtyard (passed in the bronze statue of Cinderella and her mouse friends).
They passed the turnstile into Mickey's PhilharMagic and were quickly ushered into the theater. At the front of the room, there seemed to be stage and they could hear Goofy moving around behind the curtain, bemoaning a missing orchestra and the fact that Donald had overslept. When the curtain rose, the movie began, featuring characters and songs that were enhanced by real-world effects (smells, wind and shaking seats).
Twelve minutes seemed to fly by and when they poured out into the bright sunlight, Sam slid on his sunglasses and followed Blaine over to the queue for Peter Pan's Flight. After waiting in a long line, they climbed into their little, brightly painted pirate ship and were soon soaring through the air, over London, Big Ben, Neverland, the Mermaid Lagoon and Skull Rock. They saw Captain Hook and Smee and Hook's nemesis, the crocodile.
Stevie always loved that crocodile.
Next, they enjoyed the gentle boat ride of It's A Small World. Dancing dolls lined the sides of the waterway, dressed to reflect different cultures, all twirling in time to the ubiquitous song. By the time they reached the end of that ride, Sam thought he heard that song enough to last him for quite a while.
The music at Prince Charming's Regal Carrousel was far more pleasant and varied. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most exciting ride, but Sam liked studying the work that had gone into each of the horses and the carousel itself.
Once finished with the Carrousel, they wandered toward the Enchanted Forest. The Beast's Castle towered over the forest as they explored Belle's Village, stopping at Gaston's Tavern for a snack. They split a giant, warm cinnamon roll and sipped chocolate milk, sitting by the fountain in front of the tavern.
They wandered through Belle's father's cottage, which was designed to look like the French country home it was supposed to be in Beauty and the Beast. Entering the Castle through the magic mirror/doorway, they were greeted by a talking wardrobe that invited them to dance about the ballroom as Belle and the Beast had.
A few parents found themselves dancing with their delighted daughters and Sam saw Blaine bouncing on his toes. Smiling, Sam turned and held out a hand, inclining his head toward the dance floor. The grin on Blaine's face brightened the room and clasped Sam's palm, moving gracefully around the dance floor with them. Compared to some of the choreography they had to learn for Glee, a waltz was a pretty simple dance.
This earned them a few raised eyebrows, but no one commented. It was nice, Sam thought, almost better than the dance they had shared at prom because they were away from the scrutiny of their friends and peers.
The library was the next stop, where they watched people play acting scenes from the movie. A very lovely Belle arrived to join the fun and then she and the other character actors led the group through a rendition of Be Our Guest. Of course, Blaine threw himself into the song and gathered a bit of attention for the quality of his performance. At the end, the actors posed with people for pictures. A nice family took a picture of Blaine and Sam together with Belle.
When they left the castle, they passed through a broken archway and chose not to sample the food at the Be Our Guest restaurant. Continuing on, they reached Prince Eric's Castle, which marked the entrance to the queue that led to Under the Sea - Journey of The Little Mermaid.
As they waited in line, they strolled past beautiful waterfalls and shells, played sorting games on the digital screens and listened to an audio track of Scuttle telling jokes. They boarded clamshell shaped cars that reminded Sam of the Haunted Mansion Doom Buggies, which spun slowly in half circles, showing riders scenes from Ariel's life, as they rolled along a track.
All the displays were brightly colored, full of movement tan sound as Sam grinned as they passed the Kiss the Girl scene (Blaine sang along under his breath). Ursula, who had scared the heck out of Sam when he was small, made a brief appearance, but, of course, in the end she was defeated and Ariel lived happily ever after with Prince Eric.
They got to meet Ariel herself in Ariel's Grotto, then made their way into the Storybook Circus. Pete's Silly Sideshow mostly consisted of standing in a long line, but it was kind of neat to see Donald Duck, Goofy, Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck dressed in their circus themed costumes. It took two passes through to meet all four, as there were separate lines to see the male and female characters.
The whole area was bright and filled with circus posters and lively music, inspired by the classic Disney film Dumbo. Sam thought the detail was amazing and was amused by the animal tracks and peanut shells on the pavement. Neither of them wanted to get laden down with souvenirs so early in their trip, so they simply browsed through Big Top Souvenirs. They did however sample some of the Big Top Treats, sharing a huge caramel apple and a frozen "Goofy's Glaciers" drink.
An array of clowns were frolicking around outside Big Top Souvenirs and Sam grimaced. He hated clowns. Pulling on Blaine's arm, he said, "C'mon, next thing."
Blaine blinked at him. "Are you okay? You look really pale."
"I don't like clowns. Not at all," he said and Blaine nodded, leading him away from the clowns at a quick pace. They sat on the benches by Casey Jr. Soak 'N' Splash Station to finish their treats, then cooled off in the water features. The heat made the water feel good even as it soaked their clothes.
Refreshed, they passed the Fantasyland stop of the Disney railroad on their way to the Barnstormer, a rollercoaster with cars designed to look like an old fashioned stunt plane. It was a short ride, not too scary and it was nice to see even a brief glimpse of the circus area from up high…even if he did feel a bit uncomfortably cramped in the seat.
Dumbo the Flying Elephant was sweet and fun. The two carousels were side by side and it didn't matter which they chose, so they climbed into one of the Dumbo shaped cars and enjoyed the flight. The center of the carousels featured Baby Dumbo being delivered by the stork, the panels retelling the movie's tale as they soared over water fountains lit with colorful LED lights.
At the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Sam took a bunch of pictures, knowing his mom would get a kick out of it. When they boarded their 'Honey Pot' car, they were joined by a mother and son, both of whom seemed as excited as they were. At the end of the ride, several of the characters were present for pictures. Unsurprisingly, Blaine revealed that Tigger was his favorite.
Sam got to have a picture taken as he hugged Eeyore, who had always been his favorite character. When he had been little, he'd had a stuffed Eeyore and he'd passed it on to Stevie who had lost it somewhere. He'd cried far longer than his little brother (carefully locked in his room, because, in his mind, he was far too old at 12 to cry over a stuffed animal).
"Sam?" Blaine asked, clearly noticing his melancholy. "What's wrong?"
Feeling silly, Sam told him about Eeyore as they made their way to the final attraction in Fantasyland. Blaine listened quietly and then wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, giving him a squeeze. Responding, Sam draped his own arm over Blaine's shoulders and they stayed like that until they boarded an oversized teacup at the Mad Tea Party.
The teacups rolled around on the track, each cup spinning individually. Dizziness made them laugh and they held onto each other as they stumbled off of the ride to greet Alice and the Mad Hatter, who were taking pictures with giddy park guests.
Entering Tomorrowland from the side instead of through the main archway (Blaine assured Sam they'd exit that way), they stopped at Cosmic Ray's Starlight Café. Blaine had a Greek salad while Sam enjoyed a turkey sandwich and they both drank lots of cold water flavored with raspberries and lime slices.
After lunch, the made their way over to the Tomorrowland Speedway, which was fairly crowded and, though they chose not to drive the go-carts, they stood on the observation bridge, watching happy children 'steer' the little cars along the track. It was the kind of attraction that would appeal to young children fascinated with the idea of driving like mom and dad.
Stitch's Great Escape was a multi-part experience. In the pre-show, the Galactic Federation Grand Councilwoman 'recruited' the guests to join the security team to keep an eye out for Experiment 626, which as escaped and then began going over their responsibilities as a Security officer…but that was interrupted by the arrival of Stitch. They were ushered into the theatre and sat through the interactive show. It, and The Monsters, Inc. Laugh Floor, was fun, but not as exciting or meaningful as some of the other attractions
Riding in an XP-37 Space Cruiser in Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin was one of the most fun rides Sam thought he been on since they'd arrived at Disney World. It was like being in the middle of a giant arcade game, shooting lasers cannons as they passed through 13 scenes that included Star Command, Planet Z, Zurg's Ship and Space Battle.
Being teenage boys obsessed with videogames, they both had very high scores.
On their way toward the Astro Orbiter (neither of them felt the need to ride the People Mover, as they could walk just fine), Sam felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle. He heard a familiar sniff and turned toward some potted plants. Stepping over, he pushed aside fronds and saw a teary little girl in denim shorts, a pink shirt and sandals.
"Hey," he said softly, dropping to a knee in front of her and smiling gently. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
She sniffled and shook her head. "I can't find mommy!" she whimpered and Sam's heart went out to her.
Turning to look up at Blaine, Sam said, "Can you grab a security guard? We'll wait here."
With a nod, Blaine darted off and Sam settled himself on the ground beside the girl. "I'm Sam," he told her quietly. "My friend just went to get the Disney Police. I bet your mommy or daddy told you to get help from the police if you ever got lost."
She nodded. "I just wanted to see Stitch, but then mommy was gone."
Only a moment later, Blaine arrived with a woman wearing a mouse shaped badge. She smiled down at the girl and asked, "Are you Peggy?" The girl nodded and the security guard nodded, "Your Mom and Dad are looking for you! I can take you to them. Thank you, boys!"
"Poor thing," Blaine commented, watching as the little girl walked off with the security guard and Sam nodded, but smiled.
"She'll be fine," he mused. "Kids wander off. I used to get lost all the time. Heck, mom used to tie my wrist to the shopping cart at the grocery store, I was so bad."
"She did not!" Blaine laughed and, spirits high, they made their way to the queue for Astro Orbiter. It was a cute ride, sitting in the little rocket ship, using the joystick to raise and lower the ship. They circled the sculpture in the center and looked out over Tomorrowland
In the rotating Carousel of Progress theater, seated people were carried into the homes of four generations of the same family from the days before electricity to the present day. Again, an interesting, if not exciting attraction and Sam sat back in his seat, letting his shoulder gently bump Blaine's as the scenes and eras shifted before them.
The final attraction on Blaine's plan for the day had him bouncing again as he dragged Sam along to Space Mountain. Entering the long, dimly lit queue, they waited in line, hearing the thrilled shrieks of riders ahead of them as they neared the loading platform. Once seated in their rocket ship, they began through a strobe light filled tunnel, hearing the familiar clack, clack, clack that seemed to be a universal roller coaster trait.
Without warning, they were thrown into darkness, whipping through the dips and swerves, past shooting stars and glowing planets. It was awesome! Sam let out a whoop at a particularly startling drop and clasped Blaine's shoulder (he was sitting in front of Sam, at the head of their rocket).
They rode it two more times, running back to the queue as soon as they emerged.
By the time they finished, it was early evening and they wandered back toward Main Street, passing under the archway that marked the entrance to Tomorrowland. It looked like something out of an old sci-fi movie and it was pretty darn cool.
Once one Main Street, Sam felt Blaine slow beside him and turned as his friend began to speak. "Hey, Sam, I need to grab something in the Emporium," he said with a grin. "Why don't you grab us some drinks at the Market House, so we can get back to the hotel sooner?"
With a shrug, Sam agreed. He definitely wanted to wander around the Emporium next week, but for the time being, he was good with waiting for coffee. Sam got a Black Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade for himself and an Iced Café Americano for Blaine.
The line was long, so by the time he emerged from the Main Street Market House Blaine was standing by a bench, a large bag in hand. He grinned at the drink in Sam's hand and a blissful expression crossed his face as he took a sip. Sam knew exactly how Blaine took his coffee and Blaine always seemed to appreciate that.
Together, they made their way back to the shuttle, intending to spend a quiet evening in the hotel.
They horsed around at the pool for an hour before returning to their room to clean up for dinner. Sam watched TV while Blaine took a quick shower, then hopped in to rinse the chlorine off his own skin. He was pleased to see that he hadn't acquired any more sunburn, but was instead turning a nice golden color.
Emerging from the bathroom, he asked, "Hey, what's the plan for…."
He meant to ask where they were having dinner and if he should dress nice, but his words caught in his throat.
On the bed, propped up against the pillows on his side (yeah, he had a side), was a beautiful, plush Eeyore stuffed animal. Blaine was sitting on his own side of the bed, looking at Sam with slightly nervous eyes. "You just sounded…so sad when you…."
His voice trailed off as Sam grabbed him in a tight hug, enfolding him in his arms. In this position, Blaine could probably feel the repressed tremors coursing through Sam, but he really didn't care. "You bought me an Eeyore because Stevie lost mine," he murmured, feeling a few tears escape his eyes. He knew it was silly to cry over a stuffed animal, but he couldn't help it. It was such a nice gesture, something that showed Blaine's sweet kindness and the fact that he took the time to see Sam in a way most people didn't. "Thank you."
Standing in the circle of Sam's arms, Blaine hugged him tightly, feeling a few tear drops land on his shoulder. He hated the thought that he had made Sam cry, but he was sure they were happy tears, so they were less heart wrenching.
His hand ran alone the long, bare line of Sam's back, realizing with a start that Sam was only wearing a towel. Quickly shrugging that thought aside, Blaine simply enjoyed having Sam holding him close like this, skin warm and clean, smelling perfect and a little of Dove soap.
"Room service and TV tonight?" he asked, deciding maybe they needed a night in and Sam nodded in easy agreement.
When Sam collected himself (and had pulled on soft, cotton sleep pants), Blaine stepped over to the bedside table and pulled out the thin folder that contained the room service menu. He climbed up onto the bed to sit beside Sam, who was holding Eeyore in his lap, and look over the menu.
A short time later, a hotel attendant delivered their meal, roast chicken with fingerling potatoes and broccolini and crab fried rice with jumbo lump crab meat and sausage. They had decided to share the meals and desserts (crème brulee with fresh berries and shortbread and a chocolate mousse pie with a peanut butter crust).
They cleared the plates in record time and Sam stretched and patted his abs. "I think I'm gonna get up early tomorrow and hit the gym," he said, then hurried to assure Blaine, "I know, I don't need to, but I want to."
Blaine knew that Sam did in fact enjoy working out now that he wasn't obsessing over it. He himself enjoyed boxing and jogging, but the hellish work outs Sue Sylvester had subjected the Cheerios to left a sour taste in his mouth with regards to weight training.
"Okay," he said with a smile. "But yeah, you definitely don't need it."
A faint, pleased blush spread over Sam's cheeks and they place the plates in the little sink and made their way into the bedroom. They arranged themselves on the bed, Sam propped up on a pile of pillows with Blaine leaning against him. Quickly, they found a re-run of the Hangover and giggled as they watched the antics unfold on the TV.
He smiled when he saw Eeyore tucked against Sam's other side. Drifting off, he rested his hand on Sam's abs, hand slipping under his t-shirt to feel warm, firm skin. The last thing he was aware of before falling asleep was the press of Sam's lips against his forehead.
TBC….