Tag: p: sam tbc

sam.

Sam nodded eagerly, his excitement with his idea reaching new heights as he watched the way Blaine’s cheeks blushed, “Yeah, I do. I though we could like…you know…do all the school dance…stuff. Like I could pick you up and your Mom could take embarrassing pictures of us and we could like…be late to the dance because we got caught up making out in my car.” He chuckled, his own blush gracing his cheeks before he continued rambling, “And then we could..uhm…go to the dance and…hold hands and dance…and then after we could…you know…the thing that couples do…after a dance…” He wiggled his brows and laughed, though he hoped Blaine didn’t think he’d been joking about that part. Because he totally hadn’t been joking at all, it was just…awkward to say out loud, at school, where anyone could hear it. “So? Will you be my date to the dance, B?” He asked once more, with more clarity so that Blaine wouldn’t have to ask him again, and hopefully instead, give an answer of affirmation. “I promise it’ll be fun.” He added and beamed, biting his lip nervously as he waiting for Blaine to deliberate and decide, funny how the time between a question and answer seemed to last forever – at least in this particular instance.

Sam’s pitch was perfect the first time when Blaine could barely believe what he heard.  The second time, though?  The Warbler felt like he might soar into the clouds from the amount of happiness that rushed in after the thought that Sam might only be doing this as friends because he felt pity on him for not finding a date yet.  Not that he hadn’t been asked.  He had.  Not by as many people as some might think.  Dalton wasn’t a school full of gay kids, contradictory to what other schools might think. But the few who did invite him?  Blaine couldn’t picture going with them.  Or, perhaps, going at all.  The ghosts of the past were far too close to step outside of merely going there to perform and then politely excusing himself and going back to the dorms.  If he was going to walk down that road again? He wanted someone worth doing it for.  Who understood that he might hold their hand a little too tight.  Who would see him getting uncomfortable, if he did, and would pull him away when his politeness slipped into a facade to hide his nerves and it stopped being fun.  Oh, he had plenty of thoughts about what that night could be and wasn’t stupid enough to dismiss that–although Central was half a year away now–it might be too much once he stepped foot into the room.  

Going with a date would be a huge leap.  One he didn’t want to take with just anyone.. He wanted it to be Sam.  And here Sam was, hinging on his reply and Blaine was suddenly laughing at himself for asking him to repeat it and the awkwardness he just went through.  This was Sam.  And he’d follow Sam anywhere.  No matter where the other went.  “I’d love to, Sam.  I want to do all of that with you.  The pictures, the dinner,” without pause his hands reached across the table and clasped over top of both of Sam’s.  Blaine leaned his weight against his elbows and looked him in the eye.  “I’ll be your date..  Boutonniere and everything.  Thank you for asking me.”

sam.

“So…I was thinking, you know how there’s that dance next week with Crawford? What if we like…went together? Like as a date?” Sam asked earnestly, his eyes intent on Blaine’s reaction. He knew it was risky, Blaine’s history with school dances weren’t positive, he knew that. But he also knew that Blaine trusted him, and he knew that he was getting tired of not being Blaine’s boyfriend, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take the risk. “It could be fun? And I’m not the best dancer so I won’t steal any amount of the spotlight from you, and the Warblers are performing…so…we gotta go anyways…?”

Shock registered on Blaine’s face before he could get his composure back from Sam managing to momentarily steal it.  He wanted to go to the dance together?  Blaine never would have seen this coming. Never.  Most of the Warblers were busy trying to get dates with one of the girls from Crawford and the few others who weren’t particularly into that sort of date were going together. Maybe as friends.  Or something more.  Blaine, on the other hand, was busy trying to focus solely on performing there and trying to ignore the feeling of the rock in his belly turning into a boulder at the idea of..a dance.  He hadn’t asked anyone.  Nor did he expect to be asked. Especially not by the only person that..if he wasn’t busy trying to ignore his nerves getting into a mess and the way his mind kept trailing off to a place he wished it wouldn’t go..he would give anything to have ask him.  Even if it was only as friends.  But Sam one-upped it with one word ‘date’  and now he was tongue tied and his heart was beating so fast while simultaneously feeling like it was floating into the clouds..   Sam asked him out.  “I–.  You want to..”  Stuttering the first few words out, his cheeks exploded with color. He’d be embarrassed later.  “I..I mean.. You want to go with me as a date?  I want to make sure I heard that right.”