Title: The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Day 7
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!
Note #4: Most of the detail about the parks comes from or
Note #5: Gay Day at Disney is a real thing!
Being an older brother, Sam was more than familiar with the odd sensation that came with realizing he was being watched in his sleep. Stevie and Stacy would come into his room if they had bad dreams and stare at him until he woke to give them hugs and let them climb into bed with him.
What he was feeling was similar to that, but not quite…..
Cracking open one eye, he saw Blaine staring at him intently. "Hey," he greeted him with a smile. "Is it time to get up?"
Blaine gave a little shrug. "I want to go back to the Magic Kingdom today," he said, but there was something a little hesitant in his tone.
"Okay," Sam agreed easily, wondering what was making Blaine nervous. Reaching out, he laid a hand on his shoulder and asked, "What's up?"
Heaving a sigh, Blaine rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "It's Gay Day at the park. I wanted to let you know ahead of time. I know you're not homophobic, like at all, but still…."
"What's Gay Day?" Sam asked, never having heard of it and wanting to set to rest whatever concerns Blaine had. "Is it like a pride parade in Disney? Cuz that would be pretty cool."
"It's sort of an unofficial thing," Blaine told him, shoulders relaxing. "It started small but has been growing over the years. Members of the LGBTQQIAPD community and their families come to the park. Everyone wears red shirts and it's just…awesome to see all the families."
"Sounds good," Sam said, squeezing Blaine's arm gently. "I got the LGBT part, but the rest of the letters…What is that?"
His question made Blaine grin. "Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Pansexual, Demisexual."
"No idea what some of those mean, but whatever makes a person happy," Sam offered with a shrug, pushing himself up and out of the bed. "I think I've got a red T-shirt ."
As he sifted through his things, he heard Blaine moving around by the closet. "There's a chance you might get hit on," Blaine kind of chuckled and Sam glanced over at him. "A pretty good chance. Fair warning."
"I can handle that," Sam laughed, then raised his brows at Blaine. "Guys will probably be tripping past me to talk to you though."
"Who knows, maybe I'll meet someone from New York," Blaine said quietly, cheeks flushed from Sam's comment.
Yanking on his shirt with more force than was necessary, Sam asked, "Ready for a rebound?"
Blaine shook his head. "If I'd wanted a rebound I would have done it already. I don't think I'm made for casual sex. I want to meet someone nice. Someone I get along with. Relationship potential. I mean, I know it's probably not going to happen here, but, well….
"You're ready to move on," Sam said, feeling his pulse race. He hadn't wanted to be Blaine's rebound guy, but if he was beyond that stage…..
"Exactly," Blaine agreed, confirming Sam's hopeful thoughts. Now he just had to figure out how to bring up how he felt.
Once they were washed up and ready for the day, they made their way down to Oscar's for breakfast. Sam ordered an egg white omelet from the made-to-order station with a side of hominy grits and a tall apple juice. Blaine chose Nuttella filled crepes, a fruit and chocolate croissant and a large coffee.
As soon as that sugar and caffeine hit Blaine's system, Sam had a feeling his friend would be bouncing off of the walls. Maybe running around after him would be distracting enough to keep Sam from obsession over how to tell Blaine he liked him….
No, like wasn't right. He more than like liked Blaine because he already loved him in so many ways. Falling in love would be so darn easy….
"You okay, Sam?" Blaine asked after swallowing the last of his croissant. "You look kind of out of it."
Pulling up a grin, Sam nodded and they finished breakfast without incident. On the shuttle bus to the park, Blaine filled him in on the background of Gay Day, how there were other such events at the other Disney parks but he preferred to hit only the main one at the Magic Kingdom due to the crowds. That made sense because if the crowds they had been seeing were light, then Sam couldn't imagine how crowded the other days must be.
Several other people on the shuttle were wearing red. There was a family, 2 dads and their kids, a pair of 30-something ladies and a couple of excited looking guys a few years older than Sam and Blaine.
That made for a lot of red shirts.
"You know," Sam said, leaning close to speak in Blaine's ear, "if this was an episode of Star Trek, we'd be in a lot of trouble."
Blaine let out an amused bark of laughter, fully understanding the joke. "Clearly, the initial organizers weren't Trekkies," Blaine agreed, earning a grin from Sam and an amused chuckle from one of the dads across the aisle.
As Blaine had predicted, they entered the park to find it crowded and there was a veritable sea of red shirts. Sam paused, pulling out his camera to capture the crowd beyond one of the red flower beds, liking the composition of the image.
Having been through the park only days before, they wandered more slowly this time, people watching and popping in and out of shops. Of course they stopped at the Market House to get Blaine an additional caffeine fix.
"At this rate, you're going to be up all night," Sam teased, offering Blaine the straw of his own Black Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade. "Try mine. Maybe consider switching up your order sometimes."
With an expressive eye roll, Blaine leaned forward to capture the straw. After step, he drew back and admitted, "Not bad. Still not an Iced Cinnamon Dolce Latte, but not bad. Now try mine."
Steeling himself for the rush of sugar, Sam placed his hand over Blaine's on the cup and wrapped his lips around the straw, not looking away from Blaine as he took a deep draw. Blaine's eyes ticked down for a moment, a faint flush rising to his cheeks and Sam smiled. "Sweet," he said, refraining from licking his lips because he thought that might be a bit much.
Lines are much longer that morning (nearly an hours wait instead of 10 or 15 minutes), so they decided to only bother waiting on favorites, like Big Thunder Mountain and Splash Mountain. Sam was a little confused by the large crowds outside the Country Bear Jamboree, but Blaine just grinned at him and continued to pull him toward Liberty Square.
By the time they finished with the Haunted Mansion, it was just after noon and Blaine said, "Let's have lunch at the Liberty Tree Tavern."
They each wound up ordering the lamb stew in the crowded restaurant and ate while watching the active scene around him. The young waitress who brought their lunch had grinned at them and said quietly, "You two are such a cute couple."
As had become their practice, they didn't deny it and Sam thanked the girl. Explaining their relationship had gotten old a long time ago (and anyway, Sam hoped to soon prove her assumption right).
After splitting a serving of Johnny Appleseed Cake (white cake filled with apples and cranberry, topped with vanilla ice cream), they left the restaurant and stepped back into the hot midday sun. A group of young men past, a couple turning tie them up and down and Sam laid a hand on Blaine's arm. "Hey, do you wear Cinderella's Wishing Well is? I'd like to see that."
"Of course," Blaine said, leading Sam through the throngs of people surrounding Cinderella's Castle. They circled around to the right and made their way down a less congested path toward Tomorrowland.
The small alcove where the well sat was surprisingly quiet. The stone well was covered in carvings of birds and mice hard at work on Cinderella's dress. A small plaque read, "Your wish will help the Dreams of Children come true."
Taking a breath, Sam reached out and grabbed a hold of Blaine's hand as he stepped toward the well. He fished a quarter out of his pocket and tossed it gently, hearing the echoing plop as it hit the water.
"The dream is a wish your heart makes," he murmured and Blaine squeezed his hand softly.
"… When you're fast asleep," he sang, finishing the line. "What… What did you wish for, Sam?"
For a moment, Sam felt frozen, then he decided to take a chance. "You."
"What?" Blaine asked, voice soft and a little stunned. "Sam, I don't understand, you're…."
"I'm me and you're you," Sam said, turning to face Blaine so that he could hold both his hands in his own. "That's what's important, not anything else. You're my best friend. You see me in a way that no one else has ever tried to and you still like me. I don't know how to label myself, but I do know that I love you. I know that you're part of my dreams."
Blaine's smile had grown as he spoke, which Sam took as a good sign. "I love you too," he replied, pulling one hand from Sam's in order to throw his own coin into the well. "You're in my dreams too… And you know what they say about the Magic Kingdom. It's the place where dreams really do come true."
Sam grinned down at Blaine. "Oh my God, that's a cheesy line! I love it!"
With a laugh, Blaine rocked up on his toes, meeting Sam halfway as he leaned in for a kiss, soft and sweet and so full of promise. They The contact brief, aware that they were in a public place (and really, no child needed to see any couple making out at Disney World) and both of them smiled giddily as they broke apart.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Blaine admitted, squeezing Sam's hands and leaning against him. "But I thought you were straight."
"I don't really know what I am," Sam mused, then frowned. "Is that okay? I mean, I know I want to be with you, so…."
He stopped when Blaine raised a hand, cupping his jaw as he ran a thumb along Sam's cheek. "You don't have to define yourself," he said softly, then his smile broadened even further. "You can totally be Captain Jack Harkness."
Letting his arms around Blaine, Sam pulled him close and tipped his head into Blaine's hand. "Maybe I'm more Ianto… You know, minus the heartbreaking death."
"Oh no," Blaine said, scrunching his nose adorably. "I thought we agreed not to acknowledge any episode after Fragments as canon!"
Sam nodded. "Right, right! Jack and Ianto live happily ever after, dealing with Rift craziness and occasionally traveling with the Doctor!"
"Much better," Blaine said, pulling Sam in for another soft, quick kiss. Two quick in Sam's opinion, but his smile grew when Blaine began to sing.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes,
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving…."
Bending his neck, Sam pressed their foreheads together and joined Blaine for the last lines of the song.
"If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true."
They both jumped, startled by the smattering of applause that meant the end of the song. A small group had appeared nearby while they were caught up in each other. "Do the Tangled song!" a little girl requested happily as she held tightly to the hands of two women.
"Sweetie, they're here on vacation just like us," one of the women said in an amused tone. "I don't think they take requests."
"But they look like princes…just not in Prince clothes," the girl insisted and Sam felt his big brother instincts flaring up… Plus he knew Blaine loved any chance to perform.
"I think we could manage another song," Sam said and Blaine grinned before launching into I See the Light from Tangled.
As the saying, a few more people join the small crowd. Before they knew what was happening, they were singing Hakuna Matata, Be Our Guest and Under the Sea. When the hot sun finally took its toll and they called an end to the impromptu concert, there were flushed and drenched in sweat. But it was worth it to see all the kids smiling happily.
"I need a drink," Blaine practically panted and Sam could only agree.
Swinging their joined hands, he said, "Drinks. Splash Mountain to cool off, then we ride the train over to Tomorrowland for Space Mountain!"
"I like the way you think," Blaine said, pulling him toward Sleepy Paulo as they walked through Liberty Square again. They got bottles of water and a root beer float to split, rehydrating themselves and having a yummy treat.
Like the night they'd had ice cream in Downtown Disney, Blaine managed to get a little on his face, right at the corner of his mouth. This time though, Sam didn't wipe the cream away with his fingers. He merely leaned over and kissed Blaine, lips scooping up the smudge of ice cream.
Blaine didn't complain about this new technique.
Walking through the park, hand-in-hand with Sam… Well, it wasn't entirely knew exactly. Sam had never shied away from his touch, even something like clasping hands in public, but after the Wishing Well, things were different.
And also very much the same.
Being with Sam was warm and comfortable, exciting and new but still somehow familiar. Knowing he could stop and kissed Sam now simply because he wanted to filled him with a giddy rush
In retrospect, he wondered how he missed or misinterpreted so many signs that Sam had given regarding how he felt for Blaine. No wonder their friends had teased them about being the most coupley non-couple ever. They had basically been dating without the kissing (and other physical stuff) for months as they tried to hide how they felt for each other.
Well, no more hiding.
Despite the heat, they leaned on each other in the queue for Splash Mountain. Sure, they had always been very touchy-feely, but this is different, knowing that there was more than friendship behind each caress. Kisses were stolen, just quick pecks, but Blaine reveled in Sam's open affection.
Getting soaked at Splash Mountain had the cooling effect they had hoped for and they wandered the short distance to the Walt Disney World Railroad holding hands. Sam laid his arm along the back of the seat and Blaine leaned into his side, grinning as Sam pressed a kiss to his temple.
They rode the Railroad an extra time just because they liked sitting together like that.
The wait to ride Space Mountain was incredibly long and it was a relief to enter the air conditioned lobby. Briefly, they were separated by a pushy crowd and when Blaine saw Sam, the blond was shaking his head at whatever an attractive 20-something man was saying.
Quickly making his way past several more people, Blaine said, "There you are!"
Sam turned to him with a relieved smile. "Hey! Sorry, there were all those people and then I got caught up looking at these star maps."
"I know you like the stars," Blaine said, sliding his arm around Sam's waist and eyeing the stranger, who shrugged.
"Can't blame a guy for trying," he said with a smirk. "Your boyfriend's very cute. You both are."
With that, he turned and sauntered off into the crowd. Blaine tipped his head to look up at Sam, who was blushing a little. "Is that okay?" he asked slowly, "telling him I have a boyfriend? Are we boyfriends?"
"Do you want to be?" Blaine asked, knowing that yes, that was what he wanted but wanting to know how Sam felt about the issue.
"I'd like that," Sam murmured, a small, happy smile lighting his face that Blaine just had to return.
"Me too," he said, leaning up and just having time for a little kiss before they had to board the ride.
Instead of hanging around the park, they took the shuttle back to the hotel and washed up. Blaine almost felt a little nervous, telling Sam to dress nice for dinner, as they were eating down at the Bull & Bear. Instead of just bros, this was a real date, so it was different.
As always though, Sam was game and just asked Blaine's opinion on what dress shirt he should wear. Dressing took them a little while longer than usual, as they kept allowing themselves to get distracted by touches and kisses, but Blaine wasn't going to complain.
When they finally made it down to the restaurant, they chatted, comfortable as always over Cesar Salads and Coca-Colas. It was nice, like that skipped over all the awkward, uncomfortable parts of a new relationship because they were already so close. They didn't feel the need to impress each other. Sam knew Blaine was going to avoid touching his food with his fingers if at all possible and Blaine knew Sam was going to try to find the bits of lettuce with the least amount of dressing on them.
They were good together and Blaine felt his heart skip when Sam reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together atop the table. When the waitress brought their dinners (Chicken Confit for Blaine, Pan Roasted Sole for Sam), they traded bites of the meals, laughing and enjoying the evening. For dessert, they split a chocolate soufflé and Blaine felt his face flush, watching Sam slide the spoon from between his lips.
It was torturous in the best of ways.
Dressing for bed was another story all together. Sleeping in a bed with his best friend was not the same as sleeping with his new boyfriend, but Blaine rallied and pulled on his sleep pants and t-shirt before climbing onto the bed.
Sam emerged from the bathroom in his soft cotton sleep shorts, cheeks a bit pink. He gave Blaine a shy smile as he asked, "Should I put on a shirt?"
No. Shirt bad, Blaine thought, though aloud he said, "If it would make you comfortable."
Shaking his head, Sam slid onto the bed and quickly closed the space between them, pressing his lips to Blaine's in a soft kiss. The contact seemed to settle their minor attack of nerves and Blaine sighed, nipping gently at Sam's lower lip as they moved to lay side by side. Sam's fingers found their way to the hem of Blaine's t-shirt and, together, they tugged it off, tossing it to the floor.
Blaine grinned into the next kiss, wriggling closer and running a hand down Sam's smooth, strong back. Humming his appreciation for the gesture, Sam pulled Blaine flush against his chest. By some unspoken mutual agreement, their hands stayed above their waists, but wandered freely over backs, arms and chests, exploring as they kissed for what seemed like hours.
When Sam found a particularly sensitive spot on Blaine's neck, he groaned, fingers weaving into Sam's soft hair, encouraging him to pay careful attention to that spot. He could feel Sam's lips curve into a smile against his skin even as the fluttery kisses and gentle suction continued.
Eventually, sleep crept up on them and Sam nuzzled at Blaine's nose, trying not to yawn in his face. "Hey," Sam murmured in a drowsy tone, "Tomorrow morning neither of us is gonna have to pretend we're not boned and or sleep humping each other!"
He sounded so pleased that Blaine let out a chuckle and slid his leg forward between Sam's. "It'll be a good morning then."
"Very good," Sam agreed, smiling as his eyes drifted shut and Blaine tucked his head under Sam's chin, happy, safe and loved.
TBC…..