Going back to Ohio felt so much better. Of course, New York was fun and he could never forget all the memorable times he had with his friends (albeit the bad ones), but he felt so much better here than there. Feeling somewhat useful as a temporary fill in as the coach for the football team.
It was a little lonely, however. Everyone had gone off their separate ways. Rachel in New York in her current role of Funny Girl. Kurt in Nyada, Mercedes on tour–God knows where.
Every which way reminded him of the good times. Going to Breadstix alone on Saturday nights– grabbing a coffee to go every morning before going to work. And he was just on his way too when he saw a familiar face in the crowded cafe. His expression torn between excitement and bewilderment.
❝Bro! It’s so good to see you!❞ He said– maybe a little too loudly, but it was so great to see a familiar face again. And he left a tip at the jar before he met up with Blaine.
❝So what brings you here? Taking the day off from school?❞
Blaine stood up and brushed his hands over his plaid suit jacket trying to straighten out the wrinkles–aka fidget with the first thing he could find–as Sam made his way over. Ridiculous as it was seeing as how who was coming his way should be the last person to make him feel any sort of nerves?
He suddenly picked apart every movement he made to make sure he came off in a way that wouldn’t worry Sam. His eyes were too bright to damper them for his sake. They always were.
Steady hands clasped Sam’s shoulders and his smile became honest instead of forced the second he heard ‘Bro!’. "It’s good to see you, too!” Sam had no idea how grateful he was that it was him standing here. There couldn’t be a better person in Blaine’s book to run into than his best friend that appeared out of nowhere with unintentionally perfect timing.
“Um–” The question made his smile flicker into a frown that he attempted to cover up by quickly pulling a chair out for Sam to sit.
“Do you have a minute? The answer to that question is a bit complicated–Only if you have a minute,” he glanced from the chair to Sam, crunching up his nose and waving a hand like either way was ‘no big deal’. “If you’re busy and need to be somewhere? I totally understand.”
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