I, I wish I could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh, we can be heroes, just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day

We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)

And the shame was on the other side
Oh, we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be heroes, just for one day

We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day

Sam had never thought he'd be here. Even now he couldn't really believe it wasn't a dream, but – looking down at the fingers loosely entwined with his own – he definitely didn't want to wake up. So much had happened since the nightmare he'd found himself in that morning. The panic gripping him when he'd first arrived at school to find out that Blaine was planning on leaving McKinley. The agony he'd felt as Blaine told him about... that guy. He'd fucked another guy! Sam had gotten used to the idea of Blaine... being with Kurt – no, he'd learned to push the thought of it away – but hearing about that had made his gut wrench. And then Blaine had told him how he still thought he and Kurt were meant to be together forever. I cheated on the one person that I love more than anything in this world. Those words had shattered him, but also finally allowed him to see what he couldn't before. That this wasn't about him, none of it, this wasn't his crisis. And also that he hadn't been a good friend to Blaine lately. Not wanting to hear how miserable Blaine was over Kurt, not knowing what to say or how to deal with it he'd left him on his own. And he'd looked into Blaine's golden eyes and seen so much pain there, but also everything else that Blaine couldn't see himself. How utterly beautiful he was outside and in, how he wasn't a bad person at all and wasn't supposed to be hurting like that. And he'd realized that he needed to put his feelings aside and do something to help Blaine. Slowly he turned his gaze up and there they were again those amazing eyes, and now the pain had given way. There was a jumble of feelings in there and Sam couldn't tell what Blaine was thinking but most importantly there was a sparkle of happiness again.

Blaine could feel his heart beating faster. For the first time since he could remember he felt light, he felt like anything was possible. This was possible. It had been such an amazing day. Even though it had started out miserably Sam had come along and changed all that, turning it into the best one ever. Now it was just a haze of happiness and laughter to him. He barely knew how they had even managed to get back home from Dalton. But they had made it home, with the trophy, all the way upstairs without even waking his parents up, even though they'd been unable to stop giggling. But once they were in his room Blaine had turned serious, "Thank you so much for today, Sam. You really saved me, you know."

"Well, I couldn't let you leave could I?" Sam had smiled, "C'mere," and wrapped him in his arms, making sure no more words were needed. How he'd missed Sam's hugs! He didn't know what had made him do it – sliding his hand down Sam's arm as they'd slowly broken their embrace, lightly grasping his fingers – maybe it was some of Nightbird's courage still in him, maybe it was the song that kept playing in the back of his mind, the sound of Sam's raspy voice and everything it had stirred up inside him, maybe it was just Sam, the way he had made him feel today. But how or why wasn't important anymore because now Sam was looking up at him. The look in his eyes chased away the final traces of Blaine's demons, his self-doubt and his fear. There was nothing but here and now. In that moment everything felt right. The way Sam didn't pull his hand away but just stood there almost like he was waiting. Blaine reached out his hand and gently brushed aside a strand of golden hair falling down on Sam's brow. Sam's grip tightened momentarily at the touch but he made no further movement, just kept his gaze locked with Blaine's. Blaine had to concentrate to keep breathing. His heart was racing as his fingers trailed along the side of Sam's face, his thumb lightly stroking Sam's cheek as he moved in a bit closer. He could hear Sam's unsteady breaths, felt them hot on his lips. Still half expecting him to pull away at any second he softly touched Sam's lips with his own. There was no delay in Sam's reaction, soft lips lightly pushing back against his own, parting slightly as he melted into the kiss. The feeling of Sam kissing him back hit him with full force, racing through him from his very core out into his toes. The only thing that was keeping him standing was Sam's warm hand in his. His free hand slipped around the back of Sam's neck and brought them closer, letting his lips part and their tongues meet. The kiss quickly grew eager and wet. Sam moaned softly against his lips and squeezed his hand tight before letting it go to allow his own hand to move up to Blaine's face cupping his jaw, while the other one roamed Blaine's side and back, pulling him closer. Blaine's fingers worked through Sam's soft hair and for a few moments he was swept away, not existing outside the kiss. Then, feeling dizzy, he pushed himself away from Sam. Just enough to be able to breathe and look at him properly.

Sam's head was spinning. His heart pounding seemingly intent on breaking his rib cage. He knew Blaine had come at this from a bad place, and he should probably care about that, he probably really should. Both for Blaine and for his own sake. But it was just too much. It was Blaine, and he was so beautiful and he felt so good. But Blaine was right, it was a mistake, wasn't it? Because clearly that's what he'd just realized. They should stop, right? He just couldn't bring himself to say it. And Blaine was still just kind of staring at him, looking like he was trying to say something. After what could have been an eternity Blaine broke the silence in just barely more than a whisper, "Sam..."

Sam held his breath waiting for what would inevitably come next. And then Blaine's hands slid up around his neck and their mouths crashed together and all thought of stopping, of ever doing anything but this ever again, were completely wiped from Sam's mind.

Sam. Everything was just Sam. That's all there was in the world. Sam and him – them. Kissing him like this was better – more – than anything. Blaine felt actual tears welling up in his eyes. This was already too much for him to handle. This was everything. He'd dreamed about it, but nothing he could have imagined could come close. Blaine let himself be completely lost in the feeling of Sam's beautiful soft lips on his. Sam started tracing hot kisses along the line of his jaw. Exploring the sensitive skin by his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Covering his neck with soft kisses, or rather the part of his neck that wasn't already covered by his shirt. Blaine had been glad they'd stopped on the way back to Lima to change out of their costumes, but now as Sam was struggling to get his hands under his stupidly tight shirt he kind of regretted putting that on again. Tugging at it Sam mumbled against his neck between kisses, "Can we... take this... off?"

"Mhm," Blaine nodded. Sam's long, and usually so nimble, fingers trembled slightly as they fumbled with the buttons. Some part of Blaine wanted to just rip it open, but even now, or maybe especially now, he was way too shy. And it was okay that it took some time because he frankly didn't know how to handle anything more than what they were already doing. And still he craved it. As he moved his hands to help with the buttons Sam looked up at him, his cheeks a bit flushed, his hair a wonderful mess. Oh my god – Sam! He was so gorgeous, how was it even possible? And then Sam smiled at him and suddenly Blaine felt calm, a nervousness he hadn't even been aware of left him as he was smiling back at his amazingly beautiful best friend.

Sure, Blaine had seen Sam with his shirt off before and it never failed to stun him. But this – pulling Sam's tee shirt over his head, then placing his hands just below his collarbones and allowing them to slide down over the shape of his perfect chest. That was just... Perfect. Everything about Sam was perfect. The way his gorgeous eyes gleamed with lust. The way his hands felt on him, igniting his skin, touching every inch they could reach. His lips kissing and sucking on his neck. The way being close to him just felt so, so good. The way he completely took Blaine's breath away. And then he felt Sam's hand pressing firmly against the hardness in his pants. Blaine couldn't tell what was more amazing, the touch or the low groan Sam let out, but his knees finally actually buckled and he stumbled backwards, pulling Sam with him, just one or two steps before he had his back pressed up against the wall and Sam pressed up against him. Desperate for more closeness he started unbuckling Sam's belt, Sam was quick to assist and soon his jeans dropped to the floor. Even as he stepped out of them he deftly worked Blaine's pants open. Locking their gazes he let his fingers slip past the waistband of his briefs, hooking his thumbs, pausing only for a brief moment before sliding his hands along Blaine's legs freeing him of the rest of his clothes while sinking down to his knees. Sam's hands started exploring his chest again, running along his sides back to his ass. Blaine gasped as Sam dipped in and started kissing his stomach, his hips, and even with the wall to support him he felt he was about to collapse, trying desperately to grab hold on the flat surface behind him until his hands found their way into Sam's hair. Sam looked up at him again and Blaine let out an audible breath as his warm hand started stroking him, guiding him to his mouth and "Hngh!" Sam was kissing him, lacing soft kisses along his shaft. And then there was wetness, his tongue licking from the base all the way up, before taking him into his hot mouth. Sam's lips were wrapped around his cock and it was too much all at once, with the sounds he made and the way he looked at him Blaine was going to come really soon. But he didn't. Because Sam let go of him and stood back up, pulling off his boxers. Then he stepped in close again and now Blaine knew why he'd stopped – their naked bodies pressed together, the feeling of Sam's hot erection against his own was somehow even better. "C'mere," Sam took his hand and led him over to the neatly made bed, throwing the bedspread off it before kissing him again and then gently guiding him down onto his back.

Sam was on top of him, kissing him as he lowered himself down and their bodies melted together. Eyes locked, legs entwined. Feeling his heart beating wildly where their chests were pressed together, and their cocks rubbing beautifully against each other, Sam's so hard and hot and slick against his own. Not kissing anymore but panting into each others mouths as they moved together as one. Blaine tried desperately to hold on to Sam's gaze, even as his vision blurred, feeling himself getting closer. Sam was grinding down into him, he was pushing his hips up to meet him, digging his fingers into his back and he couldn't stop his eyes from squeezing shut, losing himself entirely. His orgasm hitting him as Sam shuddered and called out his name, their cum mingling slippery and warm between them. Sam slumped down, somehow even in this moment taking care to not crush Blaine, shifting his weight to the side, ending up draped across his chest and panting against his neck. After some time Sam pushed himself up again and raised his head to look at Blaine. He was smiling and as their eyes met the elation inside Blaine spilled over and they laughed. Just a small, happy, exhausted laugh before Sam rolled over onto his back and reached to pick up his tee shirt from the floor using it to clean them up with. Then sliding his arm under Blaine's neck he curled up around him again. Enveloped by Sam Blaine already felt himself drifting off, his chest snug against Sam's back, Sam's arm wrapped around his waist and Sam's palm flat against where his heart was pounding out its bliss.

As he woke up Sam was first only aware of the vague happy tingle lingering low in his belly. He reached out his hand, letting it slide over the cool sheet. Slowly he opened his eyes and let them wander across the room, lit up only by what little light shone trough the window from the deep blue sky outside, he was alone. Just as he realized this the door opened silently and Blaine appeared. Dark curls wet and somewhat wild, wearing only white briefs and a matching tank top, he stepped into the room like something out of a dream. "Hey, there you are."

"Hey, " Blaine smiled, "you're awake."

"Yeah," Sam raised himself up on his elbow as Blaine walked over to the bed and sat down. "What are you doing up? It's still dark."

"I just, I woke up and I... I didn't want to wake you..."

"Hey," Sam moved closer and put his hand low on Blaine's back, "you alright?"

"Mhm," Blaine nodded. Then he turned to Sam, smiling again, "I am," and as Sam slowly moved back on the bed he lay down beside him. "Hi."

"Hi," Sam smiled back, feeling a flush of heat creeping up to his cheeks Was this really happening? Whatever this was. He kind of wanted to know, but also, whatever it was he just wanted to enjoy it. Enjoy the feeling of being close to Blaine. Hearing his breaths as they slipped in and out through his nose. He let the back of his fingers lightly stroke the side of Blaine's face. A dark stubble had begun to appear there, feeling it sent shivers down his spine. As he repeated the caress, less tentatively now, letting it linger and reach his lips Blaine's eyes fluttered shut, and he moved slightly against the touch, making the tiniest most amazing noise – just a small humming sound that sent a jolt through Sam. He could just stay like this, spend the day tracing featherlight touches along a dark wedged eyebrow, letting his fingertips study the contours of his face, his lips. But there was also this urgency, a fierce need for more. Sam drew a bit closer and let his nose nudge against Blaine's, coaxing him to turn his face, his eyes, up again. Looking into Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes, that even in the dimness of the room seemed to sparkle, his breathing got heavier. It hitched as Blaine's gaze darted to his mouth. He didn't want to push Blaine into anything, knowing he'd probably crossed a million boundaries he shouldn't have the night before. "Is this okay?" Blaine nodded slowly, seriously. Moving in the final inches Sam gently touched his lips to Blaine's, savoring the feeling of them so soft and warm and moving perfectly against his own. The warmth spreading from his chest exploding through him as Blaine deepened their kiss. Blaine's hand running over his neck, shoulder, down his back, pulling him closer. Wanting to feel more of him Sam gently rolled Blaine onto his back so that he could let his hands wander all over Blaine's upper body. Over his strong arms, his slender chest. He couldn't get enough of touching him, the way he felt as he moved against him. Sam began tracing kisses along his neck, exploring his soft skin, slowly kissing just along the neckline of his tank top. The smell of soap and washing powder mingled with his very own scent to make up the familiar smell of Blaine – only so much stronger like this, going to his head making him dizzy. He let his hand slide along Blaine's abdomen, down over his top and then up again underneath it, pushing it up. Sam raised his head to look at Blaine, silently asking his consent again. There was still a part of him that wanted to stop. They should take it slow. They should talk about it first. Blaine had been upset over Kurt – was he taking advantage of Blaine feeling vulnerable? Still, as long as Blaine wanted him to go on he felt like nothing could make him stop. Being close to him like this, touching him, was beyond anything he'd felt before. Lips red and slightly parted, cheeks flushed, Blaine nodded and pushed himself up to let Sam remove his shirt.

Sam kissed and licked all over Blaine's gorgeous chest and the flat planes of his stomach. Tracing that amazing v-line vanishing into his briefs. Once there he started mouthing at the bulge inside, feeling it twitch under his touch. Breathing in, there was again the smell of clean laundry but above all a much heavier version of the intoxicating scent that was purely him. Sam was kissing Blaine trough the soft white material making him grow harder. The noises that Blaine was making weren't all that tiny anymore, and they were driving Sam mad. Granted he didn't have that much experience, but he knew something about how sex could feel really good. But this, that it was possible to feel like this – like all he wanted to do for every second of the rest of his life was to keep making Blaine make those sounds, making him feel good, feeling Blaine so hot and smooth and hard, squirming under his touch, pressing against him. He pulled at the waistband of his underwear, letting Blaine's cock spring free. It was really so gorgeous. He just wanted it so bad, to touch it, to feel it – all of it. Cupping Blaine's balls with one hand he gave it a slow, wet lick. And then another. And another, stopping to swirl his tongue around the tip before wrapping his hand around the shaft and letting it slip into his mouth. The taste of him, salty and warm. Blaine. Blaine's hands were in his hair, not pushing or pulling just being there. Coming together, like they had last night, had been so incredible, feeling every part of Blaine against him, but as much as he wanted that again he definitely didn't want to stop doing this. Having Blaine in his mouth was perfect in every way, Sam was getting completely lost in him. The sounds he was making, how he was big and hard inside him, becoming even harder under his tongue pressed flat against his shaft, gliding in and out of him slick and silky smooth. Blaine was definitely getting close, his soft moans growing louder, his hips starting to grind up. Sam felt Blaine's body writhe under him, his legs twitching slightly and as Blaine exploded into his mouth, and his warm salty, cum filled him, Sam continued to suck and swallow around him until he was completely done. Savoring the taste of him to the last drop, and in some sense it was probably not actually the best thing he'd ever tasted – but fuck it was the best thing he'd ever tasted! Blaine's fingers, though now completely limp, were still entangled in his hair, as Sam slowly kissed his way up Blaine's body they started moving leisurely through it again. Sam looked up, unable to help the goofy grin on his lips but seeing Blaine mirror his expression he figured it was okay, "That was awesome!"

"So. Awesome."

It wasn't until now that Sam became fully aware of his own dick, throbbing, aching to be touched. But as he slid up his body Blaine's hand immediately found him. He heard himself groan at the touch. Blaine circled his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum around and along the shaft as he began stroking him slowly. Sam had dreamed about this, fantasized about Blaine touching him like this and here he was Blaine taking charge, guiding him onto his back. His body was pressed against Sam's and he kept his gaze locked with Sam's, eyes glistening with gold as the first rays of the morning sun finally spilled over the rooftops. He was already so close, he'd been close ever since he first took Blaine into his mouth, but he needed more of him, to feel more of him. Breathy, whimpering sounds escaped him but not of them were actual words. Then Blaine plunged down claiming his mouth in a searing kiss and he tumbled over the edge, coming in Blaine's fist with Blaine's hot mouth on his all the way as his cum shot over their chests and stomachs.

Blaine was propped up on his elbow, beaming down at him "Great, now I need another shower."

"You think?" Sam ran his fingers through Blaine's damp curls, down his neck and shoulder to smudge a bit of cum that was starting to trickle down his chest.

Blaine chuckled, "Here, let me," and reached across him for the tissues on his nightstand.

"So... we should talk about this, right?"

"Mhm." Yes, Blaine knew they should talk. But talking about it would involve thinking about it and he'd rather not do that. He'd rather just keep feeling what he felt right now. How wonderful it was to be this close to Sam. To be with him like this. Like it was real, like he could actually have this. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he wanted to hold on to it as long as possible. The smoothness of his skin, the roughness of his lightly stubbled cheek. And the way his stomach tingled and his heart soared. "We really need to get to school, though."

"Seriously? You really wanna go to school today?"

"Well, yeah. We have to, right? I mean, I guess... of course we have to talk. But can we do it tonight?"

Sam couldn't figure out what Blaine was thinking. One part of him really wanted to know but another, perhaps bigger, didn't. He recalled all the conversations they'd had about Kurt. How they were soul mates, how much Blaine loved Kurt and – from just yesterday – how they were destined to spend the rest of their lives together. How could he ever love Sam like that? No, he really wasn't kidding himself as to what this meant. That this was more than just sex, that this could be more than a one time thing. Because what would have changed since yesterday? But still the thought that it wouldn't made his insides twist painfully.

Sam pulled the cover over their heads. "Please, don't make me go out there. I don't want to leave this room!"

There was that sweet little chuckle again. "Not even for a shower?" And Blaine took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. All Sam's worries dissolved as Blaine kissed him again under the hot water streaming over their bodies.

As Sam entered Blaine's room Blaine turned towards him from the dresser grinning triumphantly, "Look what I found!" holding up a plaid shirt.

Sam chuckled fondly at Blaine's infectious excitement. "Awesome! I've been missing that shirt," he smiled. "But also I, um... I guess I kinda need a clean tee shirt," he added feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.

"Yea, I figured," Blaine smiled, just briefly raising his eyes to meet Sam's, before nodding to the small pile of clothes he'd put on the bed for him.

"Thanks. Sooo... since we don't need to drive by my place on the way..." He walked up to Blaine and lightly put his hands on his hips, not ready to let go just yet. For a few moments Blaine melted under Sam's touch, moving his hands to rest on Sam's forearms. As Sam leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips he responded immediately kissing him back gingerly. The kiss was sweet, gentle and only very slowly, but inevitably, growing in intensity. As Sam's hands started to wander Blaine broke the kiss. Moving his hands to hold on to Sam's, peeling them off himself as he stepped back. His eyes were turned towards their joined hands as he spoke.

"We're already late. I have to shave and fix my hair. And you should... " Blaine's eyes flickered up over Sam's chest to his eyes and then down again, "you should really get dressed." Gaze continuing to dart between their hands and his face, he let go of Sam's hands, sticking his in his pockets instead. "And... um. You're probably hungry. Are you hungry...? There's food in the kitchen. I mean, um, y'know, maybe we can grab something and eat in the car."

"Okay. It's okay, Blaine. You go ahead."

"Hey, B?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you pull over up here?"

"Why? We're already late."

"Just – please?"

Blaine pulled over and turned to Sam. "So...?"

"I just... I'm gonna miss you today."

Blaine smiled, "We'll have classes together like all day."

"Yeah, but you know what I mean... I wont be able to do this." Sam leaned over to him, cupped his jaw in his strong warm hand and pulled him in. Sam was kissing him again and his whole world was spinning. He broke the kiss. "We have to go."

"Okay. And we'll talk after glee practice, right?"

"Yea, we will."

"Alright. Let's go then."