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“Is it weird that before you and Kurt dated he had the hots for me?” Sam asked, or more accurately blurted out as he laid stretched out across Blaine’s bed after a long period of silence between them. Silence wasn’t bad, not between Blaine and Sam, especially when they were knee deep in comics or playing video games, or just laying about listening to music. It was comfortable. But often broken but ‘deep’ revelations that swirled around in Sam’s head when he wasn’t using his brain to formulate intelligent conversation. “I mean, would I be the bowtie guy? If that had happened?” He asked, turning onto his stomach and resting his face in his hands, his elbows propping him up. “I’d have like slicked back hair and wear tight pants?” He raised a brow in genuinely thought and some confusion.

Blaine stretched, hazel eyes lazily roaming over the patterns the paint and texture created on the ceiling above his bed.  Being like this was so easy with Sam.  Relaxed and letting the pressure of the outside worl– friendship problems, practicing performances, studying and anything else that normally zapped away so much of his attention on a daily basis–all fade into a comfortable quiet. A welcome break that seeped into his muscles and drained it all away. Success! He finally found the face of the puppy he once made out of a sweep of a paintbrush and some plaster as a kid he’d been trying to find up there ever since he stopped seeing it.  Or how he could cloud dream other objects up above.  Likw rhw horse jumping into the dark shadow between the ceiling and the forest green striped wallpaper he was imagining as Sam spoke up.  A brow lifted and Blaine’s lips curved into a small, quizzical smile at the question.  It took him a second to recover from the innocent adorable that was entirely Sam Evans when he slipped into his philosophical self before he could answer.  “I don’t think that you would have literally become me.  I mean–I was already me.  But,” he darted his gaze back and forth across Sam’s.  “I can definitely imagine the flannel and bowtie look on you.  Not bad in my head.  We could always put one on you and see.  However?  I like your hair just fine without the gel..”  To prove it, Blaine reached one hand over and ruffed it up into haywired blond strands before breaking out into a chuckle that scrunched his nose.  “Yeah. Perfect.  Just the way it is.  I’m curious. Why do you ask?”