sam evans.

Being at Blaine’s house was… Nice. It was comfort, and warmth, things that Sam didn’t feel very often. Blaine always welcomed him with open arms and Sam was thankful that he had a friend like Blaine, and he felt bad that he didn’t really give him the same friendship in return, at least not in public anyway. Sam was getting a lot more out of their friendship than Blaine was, but Sam hoped he was at least good company for Blaine while his parents were always away. He could offer him that at least. If high school wasn’t so label orientated, him and Blaine would probably be best friends. Sam never told Blaine, but he loved his company. He enjoyed getting to know him, and when he slept over at Blaine’s, it really did make his day. 

Sam walked through the familiar house and into the living room with Blaine, he followed the other male and shrugged off his leather jacket and tossing it on top of Blaine’s, before kicking his sneakers off. “I’d kill for a pizza, sounds awesome.” Sam told Blaine, smiling genuinely for what felt like the first time in ages. He made his way over to the sofa, and plopped down, making himself comfortable. “You can save your arguments for next time… I guess you’re just getting better at beating me when we argue that I’ve lost my fight for it. I do appreciate it though, Blaine. You’re like.. I don’t know, you save me when me I’m on my ass and I might have frozen to death some nights if you hadn’t of been there. One day I’ll pay you back. I PROMISE.” 

Having Sam here simply felt good.  If he thought too long, too hard about it (like he did some nights even when he tried to shut off his brain and tell himself to STOP) Blaine knew it felt better than good.  Better than having just someone here to fill up the void of an empty house and the quiet that seeped into his bones.  Between songs that often filled the house either by his own hands and voice or some loud speaker system cranked up to chase away the silence.  Sam was different than anyone in his life.  Even the ones Blaine counted as brothers, in the case of the Warblers.  Or friends, like the people  he found in New Directions.  Sam meant more to him than any of them did.  As terrifying as that might be.  

A heaviness settled into the former Warbler’s eyes as he pulled two sodas from the fridge.  His smile faded.  And for a moment, Blaine, could be seen.  Insecure, frustrated and so worried that someday?  Whatever this was with Sam?  Would be over when Sam no longer needed him. And then! Just like that?  It was gone and his eyes were bright as day, clear as the sky and his grin ear to ear when he came up behind the couch and a can of Coke appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You know?  If you called me?  You’d never have to worry about freezing to death out there again.  Instead of making me find you like a stay cat wandering around wondering what the heck you’re doing to do for the night like I do most of the time.”  He smiled and sat down beside Sam, lifting his hips to dig his phone from his back pocket so he could order a pizza.  “But I’ll take what I can get,” he met his eyes and smiled in spite of how deeply that sentence ran, “and call it progress.”  He wriggled the phone back and forth.  “The usual order then?”