sam.

Sam smiled brightly as he saw his Blaine wave back.. ‘Blaine, just Blaine, not his Blaine.’ Sam reminded himself as he got to his feet and managing to stay up on his feet without ending up looking like one of his Star Wars bobblehead figures he had. He wasn’t afraid to admit, to himself at least, that over the last few months he had started to see Blaine as more than just his best friend, Tina’s remark about Blaine’s perfect butt had made that more than obvious to himself to be honest because he hadn’t been able to keep from thinking about it and checking out his best friend’s behind whenever he could without Blaine, or anybody else, noticing it. 

“Blainey.. heyy hi. Wow.. hang on.” He draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder, blinking his eyes to stop the spinning, “Aside from Puck totally bailing, yeah was good party. Night’s even better now you here to take me home.” He looked around, trying to remember where the front door was. “Uhm.. which way?” he asked, looking at Blaine for help. 

Seeing Sam vaguely resemble the Leaning Tower of Piza, Blaine hurried a couple steps to be at his side in case the drunken blond decided gravity wasn’t a thing anymore and defied it in a bad way.  Hearing Sam call him Blainey brought an endearing smile to his lips and he barely hid it with only a half-turn of his head.  Supporting Sam’s weight–Blaine slinked one arm around his middle and kept him close.  Who cared if his throat got a little tighter?  In dedication of keeping his friend upright, he could just breath a bit deeper and ignore any hint of warmth coming to his cheeks.  It’d be gone in a second or two if he kept concentrating on getting Sam out of here. Not that, by doing so, he was holding him tighter than he may ever had.  Except the day where friendzone became a real, tangible thing that both of them came to accept.  Right?

“Hi, Sammy.  I got you.  Don’t worry.”  He steered Sam around a person he didn’t know that decided the floor would make a good bed for the night.  At least someone was kind enough to put a cushion from the couch under their head.  Real friendship in it’s prime. “Door’s this way. We’ll get you some water, food, Aspirin and bed.  Sound good?”  The door was only a few steps past make out central in the corner.  Blaine averted his eyes and looked back up at Sam.  “I’m sure some air will do you good.  You feeling okay?  Or do we need to stop?”