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SEVEN MINUTES. { ~ sam

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN
roll 11, needy hungry kiss

The whole lot of them went deadly silent when the bottle spun around to the blond who happened to be the only one not wearing any sort of Dalton colors whatsoever.  Blaine had asked Sam to make another trip to Westerville for the weekend.  Their conversation the last time he visited, though he was still sleepless most nights laying in bed trying to feel and remember first hand all the things Sam told him about them, gave Blaine more hope that he still was who he was before the incident.  They’d been separated by what happened that night in the worst way possible.  Short of one of them not making it.  They both did but the cost was one of them having a virtual press of the restart button on everything they were to one another.  While one got the chance to remember it all.

Still.  Blaine couldn’t get Sam out of his head from that night on.  He’d been drawn to look at every photo on his phone that Sam sent him on repeat.  Before class, after class.  Sometimes during class much to his disappointment when one of those peeks cost him his phone for the rest of the day at the beginning of the week.  Warblers practices were even becoming a distraction from the daily phone calls he made as soon as he knew classes were out at McKinley.  

Sam was a gateway.  Back to himself.  Back to everything he’d been missing.  But he was more than that, too.  Sam was a good guy.  No.  A great guy.  One that Blaine knew his life would’ve been much darker without.  Even if he was left in the dark of who he was to him for the rest of his life?  It’d been a life much more cloudy and not so happy without Sam Evans in it.  No matter where he got his new beginning, the footing wouldn’t have been as steady without Sam there to have his back.  It was only logical that the very next weekend, Blaine wouldn’t take no for an answer when he extended the invite.  Thankfully, Sam made sure he didn’t have to by jumping at the chance to join them.

By late Saturday night, the party had lead them to this moment.  Blaine’s fingers shook as he reached back and shut the closet door.  Still not a peep.  Not a whisper from the peanut gallery of Warblers and girls from Crawford Country Day that’d cackled for each pairing up until now.  What did they all know?  What did they see?  Surely their silence had to mean more than the simple fact that Blaine always seemed to change the subject when it came to who his first kiss was.  Not only because of him possibly not remembering it but because he was pretty sure it never happened.  Or did it?  Another one of those late night thoughts.

Here they were now.  Alone.  Just the two of them.  Blaine could hear himself swallow, hear the sound of his throat working against the pounding of his heart thudding in his eardrums. “Sammy,” he found his hand in the dark and in one single motion had their fingers tangled together.  All the want and ache that’d been building up since he was told the truth had him bursting at the seams.  His heels were off the ground and he didn’t hesitate, not even a flinch, before he captured Sam’s lips with his own. If only to pour out a little bit of the emotions that were threatening to swallow him up if he didn’t let go of them.  He had to take a chance.  Had to know what it was like.  If it ended in a second, it ended.  But at least he could rest having tried to give it his all and he did.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 – sam

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 1,…good morning.

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Blaine was used to waking up to a quiet house.  Occasionally the only noise would be the soft music coming from his music deck that he’d fallen asleep to the night before.  Just because the silence could be deafening at times.  In a house this large and empty?  That lack of sound could seep into his bones and twist his insides up with the reminder that there was no one beyond his door.  Even when his parents were home, their rooms were in separate wings of the house.  Too far removed that in the first few seconds of waking up, he’d’ have to remind himself that they were here.  Music always filled that empty spot the occasional sleepover with one of his friends left on weekends one couldn’t come along.  He talked to a few about staying in the dorm rooms permanently.  Everyone who did, loved it.  Besides, random weekend practice sessions would only mean a better victory at nationals.  Something to think about.   

Later.

This morning was different.  The best sort of different he ever could hope for.  Last night was the first night he had Sam for company.  His boyfriend.  Here.  A steady rhythm of breathing next to him stirred Blaine awake rather than the light pouring in through the partially open curtains.  Along his side, the warmth of Sam lured him to twist around so he could face him without a care to how messed up his hair was or how disheveled the night made him.  Seeing Sam sleeping so peacefully, like he belonged here, was well worth any exposure of just how rumpled the normally dapperly polished Warbler could get.

Smiling in awe at how someone couldn’t get any more beautiful, long fingers reached over to run their tips along the curve of Sam’s forehead feathering stray blond wisps of hair back to where they belonged.  A barely there hum and Sam stirred closer.  Unable to help himself, Blaine impulsively leaned in and pressed their lips together letting Sam feel his smile that immediately followed before whispering against his mouth.  “..Good morning.” 

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.” – sam

Alright.  Spending Spring Break of their Senior Year on a road trip to get away from Westerville and Lima and see something new had a different meaning to Blaine than it did Sam.  A road trip to Hershey Park.  Maybe over to Chicago to play tourists?  You know?  That sort of road trip.  With hotels that had running water and electricity.  Sam, on the other hand?  Sam suggested they do something he’d been wanting to do forever.  Since they spent a weekend creeping themselves out binge watching youtube videos of guys sneaking into abandoned buildings or places they claimed to be haunted. 

 A map already pinpointed with places he wanted to go see, ones he researched for weeks was shoved into Blaine’s hand one day at lunch.  Sam couldn’t stand still as he threw his sales pitch, weight shifting from side to side and his eyes lit up with a fire that Blaine never could resist being drawn towards.  Sam’s excitement about anything was always infectious.  By the end of his spiel–Blaine was expecting him to be bouncing off the walls and furniture if he didn’t calm down.  Who could say no to that?  No one.  Especially not him.  Within minutes of stuttered pleas and a drawn out ‘but rollercoasters’ that Sam just rolled his eyes at because nothing Blaine countered with could compare to ‘Ghost towns, Blaine.  Ghost.  TOWNS.’  Blaine tossed in the towel and agreed right as a list of supplies they needed was shoved in his hand and Sam zipped off, a human streak of lightning filled with adrenaline and anticipation.

Good luck to Ms. Peterson.  Sam’s American History class was in for a treat.

Okay, that was the beginning.  Now, let’s skip ahead to the present.  Cause having a moment where he regretted ever saying yes to Sam in his life wasn’t something Blaine pictured until the words ‘girl slaughtered her family in the basement’ hit his ears.  Dust billowed around his shoes as the former Warbler came to a sudden stop.  His camera fell to hit against his chest as his hand pressed flat against a wall covered in yellowed, dirty wallpaper that once had to be cream with mauve colored roses.  “Woah. Woah.  Hold up.  What did you just say?”

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“That’s something you tell someone before they’re..you know?  On the steps leading down to the basement in question, SAM.”  A bloodbath happened down there?  In the creepy, horror movie basement they could barely see into from the kitchen?  “We’ve been to three different towns so far.  I’ll admit, the school wasn’t the most awesome of places I’ve ever been in the ‘Wow.  I really don’t want to die at the hands of a weird family of hillbillies that made this their town and have been following us this entire time.’ list.  This, though?  This tops the cake.”  Not that he had anything else on this “list”.  But that’s besides the point!  Springing something that heavy right out of the blue?  Not cool.

A half-hearted glare was shot up at him from the corner of Blaine’s eyes as he shook his head and clicked on his flashlight.  “You owe me big time for this one.”  Here comes the under the breath grumble aimed at Sam’s back, complete with smirking pout.  “Ifwedon’tdie.”