When Blaine woke up there was only the warmth of Sam's body against his own. Sam's perfectly muscled smooth chest heaving slightly under his hand. The hotness of Sam's thigh on his were their legs were entwined.

Sam hummed softly and shifted slightly against him. Blaine's body too drowsy with sleep to listen to his commands instinctively pushed back. Sam opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times. "Hey, there." A small smile graced his beautiful lips as he let his fingers trace the line of Blaine's jaw. Thumb stroking over his cheek before he leaned in to kiss him, sweetly almost gently at first. But the kiss quickly gained fervor and soon Blaine's head was spinning as Sam pushed against him, rolling him onto his back, kissing him relentlessly. He kissed back with the same urgency, pulling him in closer and still not nearly close enough. He wanted, needed Sam just as desperately now as he had last night.

Sam broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Blaine's, panting slightly, "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," Blaine breathed.

Sam was still mostly on top of him supporting his weight on one arm. His other hand stroking Blaine's side as he asked, "Is this crazy?"

Of course it was crazy, and stupid and perhaps even wrong – but how could any of that matter when Sam was touching him like this? "Yeah," Blaine answered in a whisper as his mouth found Sam's again, and his hands worked into Sam's tangled dark blond hair.

Sam's kisses trailed over his face and he spoke slowly into the sensitive spot just below Blaine's ear, "But it's nice, right?"

"Yeah. So. Nice."

"Hey," Sam pushed himself up a bit again and and looked at Blaine for a moment before dropping his head with a small sigh, "I know we tried talking about it, y'know... before – and it was... Well, it was shit." He lay down beside him before he continued, "So I don't know maybe we shouldn't do that... But still I kinda need to ask you just one thing."

Blaine felt a lump forming in his throat. Sam was right, nothing good could come from this, talking about it like that would ruin it. But of course if Sam wanted to talk he'd try. So he willed himself to sound light as he answered, "Sure," and turned on his side propping his head up on his elbow.

"Did you..." Sam lifted his gaze and for a moment he met Blaine's eyes.

It was almost painful, the look in his eyes, so beautiful, and... Blaine didn't know what it was, he couldn't really think straight and just concentrated on hearing Sam over the buzzing in his head.

"Did you, like, change your mind or anything? I mean it's cool if you didn't, if this is just y'know a bro-thing or whatever, I just... Well, anyway... So?"

"Sam... I -," Blaine looked down as he breathed in deeply, trying to get himself together. "You have a girlfriend, right? I mean, you still have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah, so it's not really about that, is it? It's not that simple. Brittany is your girlfriend and I'm just – your best friend?"

"Well, you're not just my best friend." Sam was smiling at him now, leaning in a bit closer again as he spoke, "You're my super awesome, insanely hot best friend."

Blaine drew a sharp breath at Sam's words but then he chuckled lightly, relieved that the seriousness of the moment seemed to have passed. "Okay, well then maybe it's that simple?" He mirrored Sam's movement, slowly closing the distance between them.

"Maybe it is."

And it really felt like it was as Sam kissed him again, their bodies flush together. The feeling of Sam's body close to his was in a way so familiar – it always made him feel safe and calm. But like this – God, he could never get enough of this. Sam's lips on his neck, on his collarbone, hot and soft and perfect. Sam laced kisses down across his chest. Stopping to flick his tongue over a nipple, gently sucking it, making Blaine gasp and writhe under him. And suddenly Blaine was overpowered by his self-consciousness. "Sam, wait," he pushed himself up on his elbows.

Sam looked up at him, "You're not leaving, are you?"

"No, of course not," Blaine smiled, "We have plans, remember?"

Sam's eyes lit up again, "So you're still up for Star Wars Day, then?"

"Hmm, let's see. Am I up for spending the next eleven hours watching the most awesome epic space-fantasy of all time, here, in this bed, with you? Yeah, that's a yes."

Sam laughed. He reached out and grabbed the back of Blaine's neck and kissed him. How was it possible that anything could feel this good? That every kiss had him dizzy and tingling all over and wishing it would never end. But it did, Sam stopped and looked up at him again.

"So what's the problem?"

"What problem? There's no problem, right?"

"But you said 'Wait' and stuff?"

"Oh, yeah, I was thinking I just really need a shower."

"What," Sam flashed him a wicked smile, "'cause you're covered in my jizz?" He placed a light kiss on his stomach.

Blaine giggled as he gently pushed Sam away, "Well if it was only your jizz I might be okay with it, but y'know..."

...

Blaine stepped back into Sam's room wearing clean underwear, a clean white undershirt and his plaid pajama pants that he'd decided to put on after a brief debate with himself – the jacket he'd left in his overnight bag without questioning. He smiled at the sight of the rumpled bed. He was humming to himself, straightening out the covers when the door opened. There was Sam, blond hair falling into his eyes, the most beautiful smile on his face – carrying an overfull tray. God, I love you! And the smell of it. It did nothing to wake him out of his fairy tale dream.

"You made coffee? You're the best, Sammy!"

"Sorta, I wasn't sure... you really should try it before you say anything."

"Alright," Blaine took a sip of the hot beverage and couldn't help to let out a small burst of laughter, "That is strong!"

"I messed it up, didn't I?"

"No, I really love it! This is amazing, Sam." Blaine wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and hugged him, snuggling in close.

"Wow, you smell so good..."

The sky was ablaze with all the colors of the breaking dawn, the ground glistened under Sam's feet keeping time with the beat of the music. He relished the feeling of flying, that nothing could hold him down. The music was interrupted by an incoming call. He slowed down to walking as he answered. "Y'ello?"

"Sam? It's me."

Sam smiled at the sound of Blaine's voice. "Hey, man! What's up?"

"I was thinking to take you to breakfast... since this is the first week you go live with the non-workout Tuesday mornings, but..."

"Awesome! I'm on my way back now, I'll be ready to go in twenty."

"Okay, see you then."

Blaine wasn't expecting to see Sam like this, though he should probably have guessed that he'd need more than twenty minutes to get home, shower and get dressed. "You're not, um, done..." he stepped slowly inside, pulling the door shut behind him without taking his eyes off Sam who was wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips.

"No, I guess not," Sam replied with a wry smile glancing down over his mostly naked body. When he looked up at Blaine again he wasn't smiling but just held Blaine's stare. "Are you mad?"

Of course even with all the things Blaine felt in that moment anger wasn't one of them. He felt his stomach jolting, his heart beating, his mouth drying up. But he managed a very serious and surprisingly husky, "Yeah."

Sam took a step closer, his fingers graced the back of Blaine's hand and Blaine's fingers arched back brushing gently against his palm, he was so close that Blaine could feel the whisper on his lips, "Yeah?"

Blaine let out a shaky breath and nodded ever so slightly. Sam's loose hold on his hand tightened and he pulled Blaine towards him. He hadn't planned for this to happen again. In fact he'd planned the exact opposite – to not let it happen again. No matter how much Sam had assured him that it was alright he still felt guilty about it, but most of all there was the pain, the emptiness it left him with when Sam was gone – when he was with her. But the way he felt in this moment, there was no part of him that wanted to fight it. He closed his eyes and let Sam kiss him, kiss him like the two of them was everything in the world, like all that mattered was this kiss.

"Thank you," Sam mumbled against his lips.

"For what?"

Sam pulled away just enough to look at him, lacing their fingers together as he spoke, "Y'know for looking out for me. And I know you don't agree that running doesn't really count and..."

"Hey, Sam. You really don't have to explain yourself to me," Blaine assured him. "This is about you, and what makes you feel good. I'm just here 'cause I kinda hate having breakfast alone. So you don't have to thank me, y'know."

Sam didn't speak, he didn't move, he just looked at Blaine. And then he smiled. Leaning in he spoke softly, letting his lips grace the skin next to Blaine's ear, "I want to." He placed Blaine's hand unceremoniously on his ass, and slid his own onto Blaine's, bringing them even closer. "Come upstairs and keep me company while I get dressed?"

He wasn't really doing anything wrong. Technically. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't like they were dating or anything. This was just about getting each other off, right? It's just sex. Those were Brittany's own words. And it was. He could keep this separate from his feelings for Blaine. He could close his eyes and focus on the feeling of that perfect mouth on him. That's what made his head spin, and his heart pound and brought him to the edge in like no time. And the part of him that was too overwhelmed by the fact that it was Blaine focused on that it was and he came so hard so fast. And it was amazing. In the moment it was amazing. Yet in a way it did nothing to relieve him. Still everything he was holding in had him on the verge of exploding.

"You're going with Britt to the wedding, right?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Right." Of course he was going with her. She was his girlfriend. Blaine was just his... yeah, what was he? They were friends. Nothing else. It was just that it didn't feel like that. It hadn't even been a week but in these past few days everything had changed – and still nothing had changed. Being with Sam was so good. Well, not being with him like that because it wasn't like that. Or, it kind of was, but it wasn't supposed to. He was sort of fine with seeing them together at school. Oh screw it, who was he kidding? He wasn't fine with that. At all. But at least they were pretty low key with their relationship at school. But a wedding, a fucking Valentine's Day wedding? He'd actually be there for their Valentine's Day date. Fuck! It was going to be Sadie Hawkins all over again, only a million times worse now that Sam was his... Well, his. Except he wasn't. At all.

This was a lot more awkward than Sam had anticipated. He hadn't talked to Blaine all evening, and now he was watching him singing and flirting with Kurt. Why the fuck was he in this situation? Something inside him just wanted to get up there and drag Blaine off the stage. He had no right to be jealous. But Kurt. That was just more than he could handle.

"I hope they get it on tonight," Brittany all but shouted into his ear to be heard over the music, "I'd be happy for them."

"What?!"

"I know part of it is just trying to make me jealous but I think it would be a really good thing for her. For both of them."

"Um?" Apparently her mind wasn't on whatever was going on up on that stage. In any other situation her obsessing over Santana might have made Sam jealous, but right now he really didn't care. "Yeah."

…

It turned out what was worse than seeing Blaine flirting with Kurt was not seeing it. A host of scenarios Sam really didn't want to imagine flashed through his mind and they all ended with Blaine getting back together with Kurt. "What do you think they're doing?"

"Swapping bow ties, singing duets about puppies and rainbows," Brittany said casually.

"Really?"

"Really. Y'know aside from all the fucking, that is." He was already thinking it, but hearing her say it out loud it hurt even more. And the way she said it, like it was so obvious, if he didn't know better he'd swear she did it on purpose.

"So, Kurt's left, huh?"

"I guess."

"Well, yeah, I know. I was here when they left for the airport. I just, I feel weird because I haven't like seen you since he got here..."

"Sam, that was two days ago."

"Three."

"Okay. I'm sorry I didn't have time to see you yesterday. But Kurt's my friend and he's never here so of course I wanted to hang out with him."

"Yeah, but – I mean, I just... Fuck! Okay, it's not just in my head, right – something happened with you guys at the wedding, didn't it?"

Blaine took a step closer to Sam, and lightly touched his hand, "Hey," he smiled lightly, "you're not jealous, are you?" He said it like it was a joke, because that was the deal right? Not that it was entirely clear what the 'deal' was, but Sam was still her boyfriend.

Sam pulled back his hand. "Well, no, I just thought I kinda have a right to know, well not right, but y'know, considering everything... So if there's something going on between the two of you I wish you'd tell me, that's all."

Yeah, what happened with Kurt at the wedding was a mistake. It was selfish and stupid and only too late had he realized that he was using Kurt. Not that he'd deliberately tried to make Sam jealous, he would never want to hurt him. But god how he wanted that things could have been different. That Sam would actually be jealous. No, that there would be no reason for either of them to be. That he wouldn't have to find ways to try and deal with seeing Sam with someone else.

"Nothing's going on, Sam. It was just a hook up. It's not a big deal."

Sam didn't say anything, he didn't even look at him.

"Hey, Sam?" Blaine tried moving in closer again, he stroked Sam's upper arm tentatively. "Are we good?"

Sam nodded.

"Good, because I was just thinking... I missed hanging out with you too..."

"Yeah?" Sam looked up at him through his bangs. A small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded slowly.

Sam held him fixed with his gaze. There was a happy gleam in his emerald eyes again but something else too. Something hungry, almost... predatory, Blaine had seen it before and he always felt he could never get enough of it "Good, because I was thinking there are so many things I'd rather be doing than talking about Kurt."

"Things like...?"

"Things like this..." Sam took a small step in, closing the distance between them. He cupped Blaine's face in his hands and leaned in to plant a soft kiss just below his cheekbone.

Blaine let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Sam's lips wandered over his cheek, kissing along his jaw he felt himself melt under his touch. Yeah, they were good, everything was good.

The whole drive to Blaine's Sam had a nervous tingle in his stomach. Well, actually it had been there all day. Like, more than usual. From the moment he'd seen Blaine in that Top Gun suit he'd just wanted to be alone with him. Of course there was no reason he'd still be wearing the suit. In fact Sam had watched him change out of it – though, to be fair, he had tried very hard not to. Anyway he was here to study – and to learn about Blaine's new plan – but mostly to study. Nothing else. The studying part he could do without, but he was actually excited to hear about how they were going to get to Sue. After the way they took down the Warblers together he had a feeling even she was no match for them. Hopefully it would be a proper Nightbird & Blonde Chameleon mission. Wait, was he supposed to have his costume? No, he didn't remember Blaine saying anything about that and he was pretty sure that's something he'd remember. As he rang the doorbell he couldn't help imagining Nightbird opening the door and he had to remind himself again to not assume that anything would happen. Did he even want anything to happen? He couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to do the stuff he really wanted to do. Well, there was a lot. But at the top of his list would be to just take things slow. To just enjoy being close. To just kiss him, perhaps for hours. He hated this weird, fucked up, desperate thing they had, that always left him feeling like shit. And still if this was what he could get he wasn't about to pass it up. Like if Nightbird really opened the door, he'd probably not be able to not let things happen... Wait, was this some kind of costume kink manifesting? People had commented about how he seemed to have a thing for Cheerios, suggesting it was the uniforms. But come on, who didn't have a thing for hot cheerleaders? Other than that he guessed he just had a thing for Blaine.

No, Blaine wasn't wearing his Nightbird costume, or the flight suit, but the sight of him in what he was wearing almost knocked Sam out.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Um, hi. I know it's... I just put it on to sort of illustrate my plan."

Blaine's words barely registered with Sam, he just stepped in close. He wasn't aware of anything but how ridiculously hot Blaine looked blushing under his stare. His voice was a low rasp as words tumbled out, "Let's go to your room."

Blaine started walking up the stairs and Sam kicked off his shoes without taking his eyes off Blaine's ass. He could make out the contours of it perfectly through the tight pants. Christ! That ass! At the top of the stairs he caught up to him seizing him by the waist and pushing him up against the door. Kissing his neck Sam ground into him.

Blaine was pushing back against him, breathing heavily, "Sam... you... study?"

"Mhm, in a bit."

Sam snaked one arm around Blaine's chest and held him firmly pressed to him as he opened the door. Once it was shut behind them he let his other hand slide down the red spandex, palming Blaine's cock through the slinky fabric. He was already hard but grew bigger and harder under Sam's touch. God, how he loved that! Well, he loved everything about touching Blaine, but this was definitely a favorite. His other hand was stroking Blaine's neck, his face. As he brushed over his lips Blaine opened his mouth, Sam gasped as he felt his warmth, his wetness. He let his fingers linger there. On his amazing, full, soft lips. Blaine moaned softly as his mouth played with Sam's fingers licking, sucking. His hand on Sam's ass pulling them together, even though there was already no space between, especially not where Sam's cock was straining against his jeans. God he was perfect!

"Oh, baby, you're so hot!"

Blaine froze in his arms, turning his head away. "Is that what you call her?"

"What?"

He turned around, backing away slightly. "'Baby'. You never... Are you thinking about her?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!?" For all the 'God you're beautiful':s and 'I love you':s he'd bit back, he let this complete trivial one slip and Blaine reacts like this? "Are you jealous? Because last time I checked you weren't my boyfriend. And fucking your ex is 'no big deal' but this is?! You... ahh." He'd never been this mad at Blaine, hell he'd probably never been this mad period but still, by some grace of God, he knew if he said just how fucking stupid and crazy and fucked up Blaine was to him in this moment he wasn't going to be able to take it back. "You don't want me but no one else can have me, is that it?"

"No! No, that's not it. I'm sorry! I guess I am jealous and I know I have no right to be..."

"So what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" Sam really didn't manage to hide his frustration as well as he wanted to.

"I don't know! Honestly I have no idea."

"Y'know I canceled my plans with her to be here tonight – I'm pretty sure that's against the rules."

"Oh, yeah? I'm really sorry that your rules aren't working for you," Blaine snapped. "Y'know I don't care about your rules!"

Yeah it's kind of obvious that you don't care, Sam stopped the words, forcing himself to take a deep breath. Then he said, as calmly as he could, "I really don't want to fight with you," and added with a sigh, "So I'm gonna go."

"What, you're just leaving?" Blaine asked, his voice suddenly small.

"I can't do this anymore, Blaine. It's bullshit – you know it is, and it's ruining everything. It's ruining us." Blaine was looking at him, but Sam couldn't bare to meet his eyes – those big, beautiful, hazel eyes – he knew that if he did he would be pulled in an not be able to leave and right now he needed to get away from Blaine. "Can we just... Will you tell me about the plan tomorrow or something?" Despite himself he managed a weak smile and added, "Only, please don't wear the uniform."