A/N: I just want to say I love you for still reading. And I'm really, really sorry it took so long. I promise it won't be anywhere near three months until the next chapter.

When Blaine spotted Sam entering the cafeteria with Brittany he just wanted to get up and leave. He was already in a bad mood, he didn't need this too. The whole school was buzzing about the Sadie Hawkins dance, and so of course Artie and he as well. Blaine didn't like the idea of the dance but he was already weary of his own boring monologue. He really couldn't stand himself sometimes! Though these last few weeks he'd found that happened less and less. Well, of course he wouldn't leave. Seeing Sam was always a good thing, and he'd accepted that Sam was with Brittany now – it was actually kind of a good thing – still it seemed he was never really prepared for seeing them like this. She was laughing, and Sam beamed at her as he draped an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Artie waved them over.

"So how excited are you guys about Sadie Hawkins?" Brittany asked cheerfully as she plopped down on the chair next to Artie. "You think you'll get asked?"

Sam was still standing, "Man, I hope so, I'd be so bummed if no one asked me," he sighed, earning himself a glower from Artie.

"We were just talking about it actually," Artie started to explain as Sam made his way around the table, "and I'm not saying I wouldn't wanna go if someone were to ask me – but Blaine actually has a point..."

Artie's recounting of his speech about antiquated gender norms and whatnot faded into background noise and Blaine's heart sped up as Sam put his strong, warm hands on his shoulders. "Hey man," he smiled as Blaine looked up at him before pulling out a chair, sitting down next to him.

Blaine snapped out of his warm fuzzy state when Brittany addressed him "Y'know Blaine," she said in her usual lovable manner, "if there's a boy that you'd like to ask to the dance I bet no one would mind."

"That's not..."

"Yeah, it's not like it would be considered 'breaking the rules' or whatever," Artie added helpfully.

While Blaine was still wrapping his head around the awkward turn of the conversation Sam looked from Brittany to Blaine and back to Brittany. "What boy? There's no boy," he told her, but added quickly "Well there could be one obviously, I mean Blaine could probably date like any dude he wanted, I'm just saying if there was a guy we'd know about it. Right Blaine?"

Blaine felt his cheeks burn under their demanding stares.

"Hey, what about the guy from New Year's?" Artie asked.

"Oh, yeah, he was hot! And he was all over you." Brittany chirped.

"Blaine is not seeing Hot New Year's Guy. You're not, right?"

"No, I'm not. But thanks guys," Blaine mumbled as he got up and left.

Blaine was sitting on the edge of the couch leaning closer to the TV, from where Sam was in the corner, his left leg pulled up on the seat he could just make out the side of his face. Times like these were the hardest. When they were outside or with other people around he could let himself be distracted – he was easily distracted, he guessed. And this was a really cool episode – with Starbuck and the raider, and Sam was so excited about rewatching Battlestar Galactica with Blaine. Maybe even more since it was Blaine's first time. At first it was really weird when he found out, mostly because how did he not know that? What else about Blaine didn't he know? The thought was scary and exhilarating and made him want to never stop finding out new things about Blaine. Still Sam wasn't really watching, he was just kind of lost in his thoughts, wishing that Blaine would lean back against him. He'd fold his arms around him and... and just hold him, he guessed. They were just friends. And Sam shouldn't have a problem with that, and he didn't, it was all just sort of confusing. And to be frank always trying to keep his thoughts and his hands in check was kind of exhausting. He loved Brittany, he really did. It wasn't the same though. Sometimes he wondered if it was this confusing for her too. It sure didn't seem like it. He knew she still had feelings for Santana but that didn't make what they had smaller or any less real. And this was the same, right? But yeah, he shouldn't have a problem with being friends with Blaine because it was really the best thing. He always felt better with Blaine around. Well not just better, awesome – but a bit awkward. Because no matter how hard he tried he could not ignore the way each time they touched his skin would light up like fire or the way he sometimes couldn't stop himself from staring at Blaine. Like now. He was biting his bottom lip in concentration and his lips were just so perfect and they looked so soft and all Sam wanted was to kiss him. Well, no that sure wasn't all he wanted but it was a start. And yeah, he was with Brittany now but what if he never got to kiss those lips again, what would happen then?

"Oh frak, that's so cool!" Blaine turned to him. "Are you even watching, Sam?"

"Um, sorta." Just as Blaine was turning back to the screen Sam added "Hey, B?"

"Yeah?"

"I just... um... Will you come sit here with me?"

Blaine smiled, his wide warm one, and settled back against Sam's chest.

"She's so badass! 'Bite me and I'll bite you back.'"

Telling Tina was such a relief, like a huge weight had fallen off his shoulders. He couldn't tell her everything but he could tell her how he felt and that was better than he'd ever expected. He was suddenly not some creep, all alone with this big dark secret. He was a normal teenager with a normal crush.

"And then there are those lips..."

"Those lips! Yes, those lips! And when he does all those impressions?"

Talking about all the little things he did, about how completely adorable and awesome and sexy he was, and it was the most natural thing. He'd never had that with anyone before. And it was so wonderful. She was so wonderful.

"Babe?"

"Mm?"

"Are you asleep?"

"Mm."

This was actually one of the best parts – when he'd fallen asleep curled up around her and she would wake him up so gently. Sometimes because it was time for him to go home but sometimes because they still had a bit more time before he had to. He was really the luckiest guy ever to have a girlfriend like her.

"Can you tell me about him?"

"Hm?"

"You never talk about what you guys do."

Sam was almost fully awake by now, still he had no idea what she was talking about."Who?"

"Blaine of course," she smiled.

Sam's heart skipped a beat at her mentioning his name. "You woke me up to talk about – Blaine?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah," she watched him intently, her fingers slowly tracing patterns over his chest.

"Er, okay. What do you want to know?"

"Well, what do you guys do together?" She let her fingertip circle his nipple. His body reacted to her touch but he wasn't entirely comfortable with the strange mix of her subtle seduction and the topic of conversation – thinking about Blaine was something he usually tried his best to avoid when he was in bed with Brittany.

Sam shrugged "Y'know hang out. Sometimes we watch movies, he helps me study a lot..."

"No," she giggled, "not those things. I wanna know about the sexy stuff."

"What?"

"Like, does he get to put his dick in your mouth? Oh! Or in your butt?"

"Brittany! What the hell?!" Sam sat up straight and pulled the cover to his crotch. He was definitely awake and definitely not comfortable.

"What?" she asked lightly, "Those are for sure things I'd wanna do if I had one."

"No. Why would you ask me that?"

"Y'know it's really fine if you don't wanna tell. I just thought it would be hot if you did."

"But... hhm." Sam struggled to make his brain remember how to form actual words, this was just too weird "I think I need to go home."

Blaine really couldn't concentrate on his reading. Sam kept looking up at him from where he was sprawled on the floor in a mess of papers and books. He was giving off a nervous kind of energy that wasn't just his usual homework induced restlessness.

"What?" Blaine asked with a small chuckle, turning on his side.

"It's a funny thing really," Sam sat up, though he didn't meet Blaine's eye, "but I'm not sure I should tell you."

"Come on," What was this? Sam was acting so strange about it and Blaine couldn't really read him at all, "what is it?"

"It's about Brittany and I just found out and it's a bit weird."

"Oh. Then maybe you shouldn't tell me. Do I even want to know?" Blaine ventured a small smile just to try and take the edge off the tense situation.

Sam was picking at the threads of the carpet. "Well, it's kind of about you too."

"Okay that is weird, but now you really have to tell me."

Finally Sam looked at him again, "She thinks we're doing it."

There was really only one way Blaine could interpret that, but he knew Sam often accidentally made the most innocent stuff sound dirty – or maybe that was just to him? Anyway, he probably meant to say something else "Um?"

"I mean, you and me, that we're y'know – doing... it."

"Oh. Why?" As Sam contemplated his answer Blaine could have sworn he saw him blush just a tiny bit so he hurried to clarify, "Why does she think that?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't know really," he shrugged. "Basically I think she just likes to assume that people are doing it a lot."

"Okay." Was this about her not wanting Sam to see him as much – or at all? Oh, fuck that's what it was. "Um, it shouldn't be a problem though, you just tell her we're not, right?"

"Yeah," Sam rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor again, "but um, she already doesn't have a problem with it."

"Hm?"

"I don't know how to explain, it's sort of complicated. Or not complicated actually."

"She doesn't have a problem with you – us... I mean, um, with you being with other people?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"Oh. So... are you?"

"What?"

"Y'know the, um, other people."

Sam chuckled a bit at this and flashed him a smile "You know we're not."

"Yeah, I know that, I meant other other people."

"Oh. No! Of course not. Whoa..."

As he stepped outside the cold February night hit Sam like a punch in the face. He leaned back against the wall and breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. As the air filled his lungs he felt his feverish mind cooling off. He'd tried to just relax and have a good time, but all he could think about was Blaine. And their plans for the night. Of course somewhere in the back of his mind he knew a sleepover would be absolutely excruciating. It had probably been a bad idea from the start – but when he'd suggested it had just made sense to give them an early start tomorrow. Anyway it wasn't a big deal. He just couldn't help imagining Blaine in his bed, imagine holding him, running his hand along his side, having him close. God, he was so beautiful, and he was in there right now – center of the party without even knowing it. Dancing and laughing and making Sam's heart beat so hard with every glance he threw his way. The door next to him flung open. Blaine appeared, his cheeks a bit flushed, his hair gloriously ruffled.

"I found you!" he touched Sam's chest lightly, beaming at him.

"Yeah, you did!" Sam chuckled.

"Whoa! It's freezing, let's go back inside!"

"Yeah, I'll be right in. I just wanna cool down for a minute more, it was kinda hot in there."

"I'd keep you company but it's really fucking cold," the way he said it Sam couldn't help his eyes from dropping to his lips.

"C'mere." Sam held out his arms, hands still in the pockets of his unzipped hoodie. Blaine moved in close snaking both arms around Sam's waist. As Sam wrapped the sweater around him, he snuggled in against Sam's neck. "You enjoying the party, B?"

"Yeah, it's great! Tina's so great! And not only because of the party. She really deserved it. The win I mean."

"Yeah, she really did. Can I tell you a secret though? And you can't tell anyone. Well, not Tina at least."

"Hm, I don't know, Sam, that might be tough..."

"Hey, come on, do you want to know or not?"

Blaine lifted his head to look up at him, his eyes a warm brown in the soft glow of the porch light. His whole face lit with eager anticipation. "Of course I do! Tell me!" he laughed. "I swear I won't tell a soul. Not ever."

"Good!" Sam chuckled. "Okay, I know Tina's amazing and everything but I think you should have won Diva week. Your Don't stop me was so awesome!"

"Yeah?" Blaine's eyes were if possible even wider now and as he looked right into Sam's his smile faded.

"Yeah," Sam breathed and before he knew it he blurted out the other thing he was thinking, that thing he hadn't been able to stop thinking all week, "and you were so hot."

Blaine swallowed. Sam felt Blaine's chest heaving against his and heard his own heart beating loud. Blaine's fingers curled slightly on his back gripping his tee shirt, giving him the smallest nudge forward and the next moment he was kissing Blaine. His lips were a bit numb from the cold and the kiss was clumsy. But Blaine was kissing him back pressing against him and it felt nothing short of perfect. He was so done with holding this back, so ready to give it all he got. For a moment he had the urge to just flip him over and fuck him right here up against this wall. But then of course that wasn't the way he'd want it to happen between them. And besides what were they even doing kissing out here? Anyone could walk out and... "Blaine..." he grabbed Blaine's shoulders and gently inched them apart while he didn't really stop kissing him. "We shouldn't..."

"I'm sorry, Sam."

"No! No, no, no, don't say that! Please, don't be sorry. I'm so fucking far from sorry right now it's not even funny."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Blaine looked down, a wide smile spreading on his face, "Me too."

"Let's go back inside!"