Sam shoved his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, very happy that Blaine was coming to pick him up. For the life of him he didn’t know how else he would have gotten home. He might be drunk but even he understood he would probably had gotten lost if he had really done as he texted to Blaine, walk home. Making his way to the kitchen he took one of the red plastic cups and filled it with water when he vaguely remembered something from one of the messages Blaine had send him.. water was good. So he figured he drink some.
He sat down on top of the counter and waited for Blaine to come pick him up. He frowned, taking his phone out of his pocket and looked at the messages he send his best friend. Oh shoot, that first one.. hopefully he could convince Blaine it was just him being really drunk that made him send a message like that. He soon forgot about his worry when he heard someone call his name. Looking up he grinned, waving at Blaine when he spotted him. “Yo, over here!” he let himself slide of the counter top and stood on his feet, leaning against the counter to keep his balance. “Hello,” he still waved while Blaine got closer.
There he was! Missing Sam sitting on top of the counter was impossible. Maybe because of the blond hair. Or the fact he was towering above everyone else from his chosen seating arrangement. Or..maybe because he was just Sam and finding him was the only reason Blaine was here to begin with. You know. Yeah. That’s all. No other reason. Definitely not the text message that Sam was trying to figure out a way to convince him was completely harmless drunken banter and nothing more. Of course it was, they both knew Sam wouldn’t actually check out his butt, right? And MOST definitely not the fact that Blaine knew he was on a single sided track of falling for his best friend. One that’d end up with him getting slammed face first by the freaking bullet train if he didn’t get over it.
Nope. None of those reasons. Only because he found who he was looking for and it was time to get Sam home to sleep off his current state and avoid getting in trouble for stumbling through the door at his own house. A soft chuckle lit him up as he approached. “Hey, Sam,” he called out and waved back glad that Sam landed on both feet and didn’t topple over. “You look like you had a great night. Um..” An arm was slid around Sam’s middle to offer support and he prepared to steer Sam through the house if needed. “Ready to get out of here?”
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