sam.

He doesn’t know what he expected when he asked Blaine to help him work out but he’s been watching Blaine watch him for WEEKS now ( equal parts kicked puppy and horny teen ) and Sam can’t just stay quiet about it. The way he sees it, it’s not fair on Blaine, letting him pine after someone he thinks he CAN’T HAVE and bite his tongue ‘cause he thinks he can’t talk about it. Sam’s glad that he opens up easily, that he doesn’t have to PRY it out of him, and the confession makes him feel warm inside. Spent so much time chasing people that didn’t want to want him that being wanted — hearing that he’s wanted — feels so damn GOOD.

He sets his hands on the floor to push himself CLOSER, knees-to-chest, and tilts his head into Blaine’s space. It’s a risk, crossing this line. Always a chance that he’s destroying their friendship, but he doesn’t wanna destroy BLAINE by ignoring his feelings either. And Blaine’s — amazing. Sam’s sure they could get back to how they were BEFORE today if Blaine decides he doesn’t want to do this. He makes eye contact and licks his lips, leaves no room for misinterpretation. 

     “You can HAVE ME, if you want.”

It slipped.  He couldn’t help it. Holding it in any longer would suffocate him surely because he certainly felt like there was a hand around his throat growing tighter and tighter the longer it took for Sam to say anything. The pause between his confession and when Sam inched forward felt like a crushing press of the pause button on time itself.  What did he just do to them by saying what he said?  Blaine wouldn’t ever be able to find the means of telling Sam how precious he was to him.  Not only because he wanted him.  But because of everything Sam had already given was priceless in Blaine’s world.

A person he could rely on.  A soft heart and such a sweet, caring soul that Blaine knew if he lost it–his would would never be the same.  He waited.  Half afraid and half so full of hope that–maybe–this time he’d gotten through out of bluntness.  A secret that wasn’t a secret finally made tangible and real because his answer made it that way. Undeniable.  Irretractable.  A blessing or a deathblow.  There were knees against his chest and his heart thundered against Sam’s legs. Unsteady hands cupped bended kneecaps, palms to their points shook before clinging tight. Hazel eyes watched a tongue sweep over a mouth that held the key to everything that would or wouldn’t be between them with the answer it would give.  When Sam spoke–Blaine’s gaze flicked up to meet his. Disbelief and relief.  ‘You can have me, if you want.’  And Blaine wanted him so badly that he couldn’t breathe.  “I want you..,” their foreheads touched as Blaine lifted up to rest them together.

Their lips brushed together with every word.  “Are you sure?”