Blaine was amused to see just how badly suited Sam's movie watching habits were for the theater; since he couldn't keep talking like he would normally do his thoughts and feelings instead manifested through his body. He was never still for more than a few minutes, he shifted in his seat, pulled at his hair, turned to Blaine to nudge his arm with a surprised look or a knowing grin as the film went on. Sometimes it seemed the blond couldn't help himself and just had to whisper something to Blaine, leaning in so close that Blaine could feel his hot breath on his ear and neck - sending shivers trough his entire body. At one point Sam stood up halfway out of his chair grasping the armrests along with Blaine's hand that happened to be there. When he sat back in his chair he didn't let go of it, but instead seemed to not notice he was holding it, now with both his hands. Blaine couldn't even concentrate on the movie anymore it was all he could do to keep breathing and not have his heart beat its way out of his chest, seeing as now his hand was actually in Sam's lap.

When the credits started rolling Sam pulled one leg up on the seat and turned to face Blaine with the widest smile, "How great was that? I can't believe we have to wait another six months to find out how it ends!" he said emphasizing his impatience by jumping a bit in his seat.

"Yeah, I know," Blaine laughed. "But you do know how it ends though, right?"

"I'm not really a good reader, and the book is like a million pages, so I just never ..." Sam looked down at his hands, and only now he seemed to realize that he was still clutching Blaine's hand in his.

Fuck, he was doing it again, right? Whatever it was, because he wasn't sure of that. But holding Blaine's hand like this was clearly inappropriate. It wasn't that he minded, he cared so much about Blaine and he liked to be close to the people he cared about. But he didn't want to make Blaine uncomfortable, because then things might get weird and the last thing he wanted was for things to get weird between them and screw up their friendship. It was just that when he was with Blaine he sometimes forgot where the boundary between the appropriate and well, whatever was beyond that line was. Carefully he pulled his hands away from Blaine's to the armrest between them.

Then Blaine got up "Let's go for coffee!" And before Sam a a chance to object he added with his most radiant smile "Yes, you can have hot chocolate instead."

Finally it had arrived! The first morning of Christmas break. And also The Day of Blaine's Christmas Gift. Sam had been planning it for weeks, well the planning had consisted of him thinking about fun stuff he wanted them to do together. The first thing on his mind had been them hanging out in his room together, because he had really missed that in the last weeks. So that's were they'd start. For lunch he would make pancakes, partly because that was all he really knew how to cook but mostly because he new Blaine loved them and that he would surely exclaim something like "Mmh, Sam! This is so delicious!" between bites, and Sam found that adorable.

After the meal they would watch TV sprawled on the big couch of the living room, and probably have to nap for a while. In the afternoon they were going ice-skating. Blaine had told him about how he used to play ice hockey when he was younger but quit for whatever reason, probably at least since he switched schools - Sam couldn't imagine that Dalton Academy had a hockey team, and how he missed skating.

They had just finished a race across the rink and was standing at the far end catching their breath. "I'm gonna go grab something from the car. Wait here, will you?" Sam waited for Blaine's nod before he exited the rink and sat down to take off his skates.

Blaine stayed on the ice. How he loved skating! The flow and the speed... Then his phone rang, it was Kurt. Since Sam wasn't around he might as well it pick up. "Hi, Kurt!"

"Hey, Blaine! What are you up to?"

Blaine hesitated, he didn't really feel like telling Kurt, but then again he couldn't lie to his friend. "I'm at the ice rink."

"Sounds nice! Can I join you, or are you about to leave?"

Why had he picked up Kurt's call? Nothing good could come from this. "No, we're not leaving, but..."

"But what?" Kurt insisted.

"Well, I'm here with Sam and he kind of planned it, so I can't really invite anyone."

"Hey, we're all friends, right? But if you don't want me to come just say so."

"Kurt, I just can't today, we'll go another day. Soon, I promise. Okay?"

"Sure. Have a nice day, Blaine." Kurt's tone was short but casual, however Blaine also detected an almost untraceable hint of hurt that he probably would have missed if he hadn't known about Kurt's feelings for him. Because it hadn't been possible to miss the way Kurt looked at him. He wasn't too self-involved to appreciate the irony of the situation he was in; in just a few months he had gone from actually being a bit bored and lonely to having two best friends, one of which seemed to have a huge crush on him, while the other was... well, he was Sam. And still despite all his best efforts he couldn't stop what he was feeling for Sam. As he hung up he felt like the worst friend. Kurt was really sweet and Blaine felt bad that he couldn't be what he wanted him to be. But was Kurt jealous of Sam? That was absurd! Kurt knew that Sam was totally straight. Of course nothing was going on between them.

They were sitting on a blanket in the park outside the ice rink, Blaine with the extra blanket Sam had brought for him wrapped around his shoulders, sipping hot chocolate out of plastic cups.

"Now it's time for your present!" Sam declared with a huge smile.

"Wait, what, I thought this was the present?"

"It is, but there's also an actual present." Blaine watched as Sam produced a small box out of his jacket pocket. What? Was that a jewelry box? What kind of sick dream was this?!

Tentatively Blaine took the box out of Sam's outreached hand, gravely looking into his eyes for an answer.

"No wait, don't open it!" Sam exclaimed. "Fuck, I really wanted to get you an awesome gift, but instead I got you this crappy one. It's nothing really, just a trinket. And it's silly..."

"Sam, stop! This is like the best gift ever. This whole day has been great. It really couldn't be more perfect." Blaine studied Sam's face. "Is the gift really what's bothering you, Sammy?"

Sam looked up and smiled at him, "Sammy? I like that." Then the smile faded "But, no I guess not." And he started to explain, in a perhaps less than clear way, but Blaine got that the point was that their family was a bit low on cash for Christmas since his father hadn't received the bonus he had expected.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Blaine rubbed Sam's shoulder.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. I don't know why I even bothered you with it."

"Come on, Sam, you never bother me. Your problems are important to me, however small. BFFs remember?"

Sam chuckled at that. "Thanks, Blaine, you're the best you know that, right?"

"I know," Blaine winked.

"Christmas isn't even about gifts right? And anyway at least Stacey and Stevie will get theirs, it's more important for the kids," he lowered his eyes as he continued "I guess I'm not a kid anymore."

No, Sam was surely not a kid anymore he was tall and slim but also the most well-built boy his age Blaine had ever seen. The way his body bulged in some places and stayed flat in others was enough to... Whoa! What was he thinking? His best friend was pouring his heart out and all he could do was contemplate his hot body. Despite not looking it Sam was in fact due to his playful and optimistic nature still a huge kid. And that was something Blaine really wished that Sam would never have to grow out of. Blaine made a quick mental note that the gift he had planned to get Sam wasn't an option anymore. He really needed to get Sam something that would make him happy but without feeling awkward that it was too expensive.

"Can I open it now?"

"Well, yeah. But let me tell you about it first, 'cause it's really silly."

"I'm sure it's not silly, Sam, and I'm sure I'll love it either way," Blaine assured him.

"It is silly. But listen. I had some money from my working extra at the pizza place and I decided to help the kids buy some Christmas gifts, since I knew mom and dad can't. So I took them to the mall together with Stacie's bestie Julia. The girls found this, and they wanted to get it as their best friends gift or something. Anyway I started thinking about you and how your friendship means so much to me. 'Cause you're my best friend. The best I've ever had. And I never want that to change. Like ever."

"It won't, Sam. You're my best friend to," Blaine smiled at him. "But can I please open it now?"

"Okay, but remember it's silly..."

Blaine flipped the lid open and gave an amused chuckle as he saw what was in the box.

"It's great Sam, really silly, but great. I love it!" he beamed at his friend, who was actually blushing a bit, but also looked relieved, and added for good measure "But you know I can never wear it, right?"

Sam laughed "Yeah, I know me neither."

And from that day Blaine carried with him, wherever he went, a jagged half of a small silvery heart with the words Best Friends engraved front and back. And as he took it out it never failed to put a smile on his face.

A/N - Thanks for reading! I really appreciate any and all comments/reviews. Is it going to slow? From the next chapter on it will speed up a bit.