Blaine smiled fondly at the way Sam tore the wrapping paper off his present with so much gleeful anticipation on his face.
"Oh! A book." Blaine could see how Sam was trying really hard to hide his disappointment.
"Yes, but not just any book, right? And there's more," Blaine nodded towards the paper lying beside Sam on the bed. Still inside it was a slim case with a CD marked For Sam. "Okay, let me explain: I didn't think it was right that you should have to wait until summer to know how it all turns out so I thought we would read it together. Or rather, I'll read it to you... And when I'm not around you'll have Stephen Fry to read it to you," he pointed to the disc, "we'll put this into your phone and..."
"Wait, when will you not be around?" Sam looked up at him with sad puppy eyes.
"No," Blaine smiled "I'll always be around. I just meant I won't be with you at all times."
"It's an amazing gift, Blaine!" Sam got up and pulled Blaine into a tight hug. Blaine laughed from the wonderful whirl of happiness Sam's genuine excitement and intense hug sent through him. Sam let him go only to grab his shoulders "Can we start right now?" eyes wide with eager anticipation.
"Sure if you want to," Blaine beamed.
During Christmas break there was plenty of time for Blaine and Sam to hang out. And since Blaine was staying at his parents' house they were much closer to each other. But they still preferred hanging out in Sam's room. Spending all that time together was amazing. Anything they did turned out to be a wondrous adventure, or at least that's what it felt like to Blaine. Maybe because of the way they both preferred to run whenever they were going somewhere because walking just wouldn't get them there quick enough. Or maybe because of the way Sam laughed at Blaine's silly jokes like no one else would, even the ones no one else would laugh at at all or perhaps especially those; Sam laughed with his whole body and of course it made Blaine laugh as well and they would continue long after any of them could remember what had made them start. Or maybe it was the way Sam was so full of whimsical energy and fun ideas, or the way being around Sam doing just whatever ordinary thing made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. Because that was it. And he knew he shouldn't have these feelings for his best friend. He shouldn't think about his best friend like that. His straight best friend. Who had a girlfriend, mind you. But sometimes Sam would just look at him with those gorgeous green eyes and he would see so much warmth and joy in them that all the reasons why he shouldn't just disappears.
Blaine was on Sam's bed his neck propped up with a pillow against the wall and Sam's head was resting on his stomach, which of course was tingling to the point it was almost to much to bear.
"I don't think I'm gonna use the audiobook anymore," Sam declared.
"What, why not?" Blaine lowered the book to study Sam's face.
"Fry is amazing and all with all the voices," he continued "but you're way better."
"If I am it's only because you keep reminding me," Blaine laughed.
"Well, the apprentice has become the master. Do Snape again, please!" Sam urged.
Blaine did his best to conjure up Snape with what he felt was a signature sentence. With a deep, clear and calm voice he said "Harry, I am the Half-Blood Prince."
Sam shivered, of course in turn sending shivers all through Blaine "Ooh, he's so deliciously vicious!"
"Sam, you really shouldn't..."
"What?" Sam craned his neck so that he was looking into Blaine's face, resting his hand lightly on Blaine's chest. Blaine felt his heart beating so hard that he knew that Sam must be feeling it too. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to Sam being cuddly like this. But at least he'd learned to not jump to conclusions about it, however teaching his body not to either remained.
"Oh, it was nothing. It's getting late, I should get going." Sam sat up, and turned to face Blaine again.
"You should totally spend the night."
"I don't know..." Blaine answered truthfully, not sure if he could handle that. He stood up.
"Please. I don't wanna stop yet. And we'll have the whole day tomorrow. It'll be so much fun!"
"But my parents... I don't think they would really approve of me having a sleepover with some boy they haven't even actually met."
"They let you stay at Dalton all the time though, right?"
"Well, this is different..." Blaine turned away so that Sam wouldn't see he was blushing.
"Why, 'cause I'm way hotter than your roommate?" Sam smiled.
Blaine laughed, "No." And happy to stall the sleepover discussion he added playfully "Besides Nick is plenty hot."
"What, are you into him? Are you guys like hooking up?" Sam's eyes seemed to have doubled in size. The conversation had suddenly turned from amusing to annoying.
"No, what? Why would you? No, Sam, I'm not hooking up with him!"
"Okay, it's just you never talk to me about boys, so I just wondered..." Sam met Blaine's eyes with an earnest look, "You would tell me if you were seeing anyone wouldn't you?" They broke eye contact before Sam added "I tell you everything."
"I'm not seeing anyone. But sure, if I ever will I'll tell you all about it," Blaine sighed but couldn't help that a small smile was tugging the corners of his mouth.
"That's all I ask," Sam grinned.
"Now, how 'bout I ask my mom to call your parents? Then I'm sure they'll let you stay. Please..."
"Okay sure, if they say yes I'll stay," Blaine smiled.
Blaine had showered and put on his makeshift pj's, in the form of a soft well used tee shirt of Sam's and, he could hardly bear to think about this, a pair of Sam's boxers. Blaine had seen Sam in this shirt many times before and the way it was all loose on him while in his memory of Sam in it it fit so snugly, made him weak at the knees. When he entered Sam's room Sam turned to him from where he was sprawled out on the bed "Maybe, we should just watch a movie instead?"
"Sure, that sounds good, I'm actually pretty tired," Blaine agreed with a yawn and added confident that Sam would pick the perfect movie to fall asleep to, "You choose."
Sam beamed at that. "I know we're probably not gonna make it out of the Shire, but can we still watch Lord of the Rings?"
Sam got up to find the dvd and set it up, as he turned back to Blaine he exclaimed "Wow, Blaine! Your hair!" Blaine felt his cheeks burning. He hadn't shown himself to anyone, except his mom and dad, without gel in his hair in a long long time. But tonight he had totally forgotten to be self-conscious about it. And now that it was drying his wild curls were coming out. "Can I touch it?" Sam asked eyes wide. "It's so soft! You have to come lie here," Sam scooted up towards the head of the bed, and gently pulled Blaine into position until they were lying the same way as when reading before, only now with Blaine's head resting on Sam's stomach, which was firm and soft and radiating heat. Sam started running his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Mhm, it's nice," Blaine mumbled. After a while Sam's fingers stopped moving entwined in Blaine's curls and his breath got heavy and slow. Blaine waited until he was certain that Sam was asleep until he got up to turn off the TV and the lights. He gently nudged Sam into lying properly on the bed. Sam complied without waking, turning on his side he wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist and pulled him in tight. After fighting it for just a few moments Blaine completely surrendered to the wonderful feeling of Sam's warm body so close to his and drifted off to sleep.
Sam slept heavily through the night. He had never slept in the same bed as someone who was not a member of his family before. Perhaps at slumber parties as a kid but never since hormones had started running crazy in his body. He woke up during the most pleasant dream, not that he could remember what it was about, but the feeling of it was in his entire body. Still half asleep he snuggled closer to the warm body in front of him. Then he froze. He was suddenly wide awake and acutely aware of two things: his own hard dick and Blaine's soft but firm ass that it was pressing up against. As slowly and quietly as he could, so as to not wake up Blaine, he slid out of bed and left the room.
The sound of the door opening woke Blaine up. Still blinking against the light he saw Sam walking towards him, his hair all wet and messy, water drops glistening on his naked chest and a white towel tightly wrapped around his narrow hips, like some blond Greek god risen from the sea. "Good morning, sleepy head!"