A/N: Sorry that I took so long to get this up. I just haven't had much time for writing lately. Please enjoy!

Sam's stomach were in knots. His expectations for the evening wasn't clear in his mind but they caused his whole body to tingle with nervous anticipation, and he suspected it had to do with Blaine.

He had never had a girlfriend on Valentine's day before. But even though not spending it with her had sucked what had really made him feel awkward was watching his best friend sing a love song about his dreamy new boyfriend. He hadn't even spoken to Blaine that night he had just left, right when the song ended. And now over a week had passed and when they finally spoke the day before Blaine was so mad at him. Of course he knew that he deserved it - he hadn't been a good friend to Blaine lately. It was just so hard. He had gone from always being completely relaxed when he was with Blaine to being self-conscious and having no idea how to act around him anymore. He knew that Blaine was probable right about Santana too. He wasn't really that into her. But for whatever reason she wanted to be with him and somehow she made him feel safe, and it wasn't just because she was arguably the biggest bad ass in the school.

"Hey Blaine..." Sam was tentative at first but as Blaine turned to him with a wide smile he just knew they were alright. Effortlessly they found their way into a hug that lingered.

"Hey Sam!" Without letting go Sam whispered

"I'm sorry that I haven't been a good friend lately." Blaine moved his hands to Sam's upper arms as he took a step back to look into his eyes.

"No, Sam I'm sorry! I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like that. I've just really missed hanging out with you."

"So I guess we're both sorry, huh?" Sam smiled. Blaine smiled back at him.

"Yeah, but let's not be!"

"How are things with Jeremiah, by the way?" Blaine was silent for a second before he answered.

"Well, it didn't really work out..."

"Oh, okay. Sorry. Wanna talk about it?"

"Maybe someday I'll tell you about it. But I don't want to think about stuff that gets me down now," and with a wide smile he added "Tonight I just want to have fun!"

"I think that can be arranged!" Sam beamed, pointing towards Puck who was just coming downstairs with the contents of Rachel's dads' liquor cabinet.

"Come on Sammy, let's sing!" Blaine grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him towards the stage. Blaine was always awesome. But when he got drunk he was completely adorable. He was so happy and bouncy, and just kept dancing and laughing.

"Yeah, let's do Livin' on a Prayer, it's like the best karaoke song ever!"

"Yes! You're soo clever, Sammy!" Sam wasn't sure if anyone paid attention to their performance, and frankly he didn't care. They went at the song with all they had. They had so much fun with it and in that moment everything was just so perfect. Blaine eyes sparkled with gold as he turned to Sam during the final rounds of the chorus. This was it! This was what he wanted. What he had missed so much. Just hanging out with Blaine having fun like this. "You're my bestest friend in the whole world!"

"And you're mine!" Blaine ruffled his hair, and the widest smile spread on Sam's lips.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" Rachel was yelling in a slurred voice. "Who wants to play spin the bottle?!"

"Let's play!" Sam gently pushed Santana off his lap, and started towards the crowd that was quickly assembling around Rachel.

The game was full of drunken kisses and drunken laughter. Suddenly it was Blaine holding the bottle. The world seemed to tune out around Sam, the voices and the music faded. As he intently watched the bottle spin all he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating. And when the bottle finally came to a stop he was sure everyone in the room could hear it too, the bottle was pointing right at him. Then he looked up at Blaine, his cheeks a little flushed from laughing and drinking and his hair a bit messier than usual. Sam's eyes flickered from Blaine's gorgeous amber eyes to his lips – his full lips that looked so soft and... Before he even knew he was doing it he lunged forward and quickly pressed his lips against Blaine's. They barely touched before Sam pulled back again. He felt himself stand up. He heard himself speak. "I'm not playing anymore." As he walked back to the couch in the corner dragging Santana with him by the hand, he felt his lips burn where they had met Blaine's.

Still not being able to move, not really sure what was happening, Blaine found his face was just inches away from Rachel's. And then he kissed her with all the passion of the unkissed kiss that Sam had left on his lips.

Fuck! It should have been him back there making out with Blaine, not freaking Rachel! Wait, what was he thinking? Just a couple of hours before it had been so clear that being Blaine's friend was the only thing that mattered. But now it seemed like all he wanted to do was feel those gorgeous lips on his again. Trying to get away from the whirlwind of thoughts in his head Sam started to run, and he didn't stop until he was home.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?" Sam looked up from his books to meet Blaine's steady gaze. "What happened at the party I mean." Blaine added with a faint smile. Sam turned back to his homework for a few seconds. How could he explain to Blaine what had happened when he didn't even understand it himself? Then he blurted out

"No, not really." But knowing he owed Blaine at least something he continued "Well, Santana was so mad at me for kissing Brittany, I just couldn't deal with that again." Sam knew he was lying and he hated himself for it. But he had no idea how to tell Blaine the truth or what would happen if he did. Because the truth was that reason he hadn't kissed him, like at least not properly kissed him, the other night was that he felt like if he started to kiss Blaine he wouldn't be able to stop. And he didn't know the first thing about what that meant. Blaine's face had lost any trace of a playful glow it might have had before, now he just looked, and as Sam realized this he felt a sharp pain in his chest, disappointed.

"Sure I get it." Blaine got up. "Anyway, I'm going. I'm meeting Kurt for coffee." Sam didn't want Blaine to think that he didn't want to kiss him though. He didn't want Blaine to feel insulted. How could anyone ever not want to kiss him? But it would just be too weird if they kissed, right? Because Sam wasn't gay, right? And why would Blaine even want to kiss him? Blaine was so amazing and so beautiful and he could really get anyone he wanted.

"You know, any guy would be lucky to have you, B."

"Any guy?" Blaine looked at Sam with a question in his eyes that Sam didn't understand nor know the answer to.

"Any gay guy I mean."

"Yeah... That's what I thought you meant."

Blaine had just accepted to go on a date with Rachel. Now he was trying to figure out why, while also trying to explain it to Kurt. Kissing Rachel at the party had felt good. And he really wanted to believe that he could fall for a girl, even after always thinking he would only ever be into boys. Needed to believe it even. He needed to believe that it was possible. "Don't you think it could happen?" Kurt was still just frowning. "I mean if you meet the right person?" Kurt snorted.

"So you think that Rachel is the one then?"

"I didn't say that..." No, Rachel wasn't the one, he knew that much at least.

A/N: I can't promise to keep the posting-speed up right now. But I promise to keep writing!