OF COURSE HE DID. Things had gotten pretty complicated lately though. Like really complicated. Not in a bad way, well, kind of in a bad way. Sam wanted to say it was all Kurt’s fault, but like, it was kind of Blaine’s fault too even if THIS was WAY over the fucking line of acceptable payback… because this? This was pretty fucked up and NO ONE (especially Blaine) deserved to feel like they didn’t exist. Or like they weren’t worth remembering because man, he had paid his dues. He’d always went above and beyond for everyone but no one ever went above and beyond for him.
So for that, Sam was the BUZZ LIGHTYEAR to his WOODY, just like, a whole lot more gay right now. Er, maybe it was more of a Brokeback situation than it was Toy Story, maybe that wasn’t that great of an example after all. “You know I do.” That wasn’t even something that should have been a question but he knew why Blaine was asking. Kurt pretty much pulled the ground out from underneath him and now it was a one way ticket to Constant Reassurance-ville and most people would get frustrated with it, sure … But most people didn’t take a second to understand why Kurt’s punch to his heart was the crushing blow that threatened to send him floating away like the last ten minutes of Infinity War; which collectively shattered his heart, and yet that? That didn’t even come close to what seeing Blaine like this did.
THEIR FIRST KISS had … Been a connection tactic; something to ground him, bring him back from the abyss. Counteract the one the fucking dementor had placed on him. Something to make him feel, give him something to lock onto. Remind him he wasn’t alone and that he was loved because Blaine was his best friend, his bro of all bros. The Ash to his Brock. REMIND HIM that there was more to the world than Kurt Hummel, who Sam admired greatly and loved, but there was no denying what he did was UNACCEPTABLY FUCKED and he would never, ever side with him on that. He got proper brain damage to forget him. Like, who let someone tinker around in their head? Did he not SEE what happened to Bucky Barnes? Okay,of course he didn’t because Kurt wouldn’t watch a Marvel movie on his own, but it was killing him to think that it was still okay for anyone to do that.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Blaine. Pinky promise.” To which his was brandished out, stretching across over to him, where he sat in the passenger’s side. A week had … Turned into a month and a half and his mom was going to kill him. Burt was not going to kill him; but he was gonna get a long lecture being responsible and stuff, and he hoped Kurt was gonna get an even longer lecture about not being a jackass and just Eternal Sunshine’ing someone from your brain. They’d been driving for hours and Blaine even managed to sleep a bit which had made him happy because he wasn’t getting enough, but you throw on a little slow Garth B and boom, babys out like a light. That might have been out of self preservation but Sam chose to not acknowledge that.
Once Blaine’s pinky was intertwined with his, he gave a little jostle of their hands, a lopsided grin that broke from the road to connect with him for a few seconds before darting back to the road, one hand still on the wheel driving to NO WHERE. Okay, lie. They were driving to somewhere. Route 66 beneath the tires and a broken sign flickering neon in the distance. His stomach was grumbling and even if it was three in the morning, a pit stop for food was a necessity. “Kay, that’s a lie, but like, you’re comin’ with me.” It wasn’t even a lie, so he wasn’t leaving him. Not ever. It had taken him two seconds way back when, when they’d been in the middle of Pennsylvania, to decide that he would commit the rest of his life to Blaine Anderson if it would make him realize how loved he was. How not alone he was out in this world.
“We’re gettin’ food because I’m sorry but if we get abducted,” By the aliens they were going to watch for, of course, “I wanna at least have a burger in my belly. Not sure what they have in space but I’m pretty sure cows or whatever are probably a no bueno.” No good wasn’t really the translation he was looking for, NON EXISTENT was more like it. “And like, what kinda food do aliens even eat, you know? We’re so stuck thinkin’ they don’t exist that we know nothing about them. I don’t wanna eat dehydrated fish flakes, or like, weird alien paste that tastes like … like … like something really bad.”
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a gentle plea that begged Blaine to stay.
How fall could look so beautifully different from one state to another, especially when those states weren’t very big, was something that if Blaine had come here with Sam six months ago? Would have captivated the former Warbler and had him falling in love with his favorite season all over again. The smell of leaves, crisp air and campfire smoke should’ve lured anyone who remotely enjoyed autumn (and Blaine was far past that level of adoration) into sheer bliss ferried there on the wings of a symphony of crickets or on the backs of bouncing bullfrogs ribbiting their way to points unknown. Sparks danced up inside the heatwaves of their campfire, twisting like blazing fireflies towards the starry blanket of blue black above their heads. Blaine Six Months Ago would have been in heaven. God. Blaine Six Weeks Ago would have, too.
Blaine Tonight? Well, he wasn’t sure when nudging one of the logs with their iron poker and sending cinders spiraling up, higher and higher had gone from appreciating the warmth that flooded over his face to..this. Somewhere between calling up to Sam with a ‘Yeah! Wow! How many is that again–?’ and watching something burning into nothing but ashes (just like Erased People, like him)–everything began to slip away. The world went dark and all he felt was that God awful clawing at his throat. By now, whatever caused that feeling, should have a face to warn him when it was coming. Because it hurt and it was drowning or suffocating or both depending and always tasted like copper and gross blended together.
“Sam..,” but his voice was disconnected and he wasn’t sure if it made a sound at all.
Then the fire was shadowed by a towering figure that soon dropped down onto his knees and cupped his cheeks, had Blaine wondering how someone could have such big hands and deciding he was infinitely grateful that Sam did because they pulled him back to the planet, back to reality, back to Sam so many times they needed to be big because anything smaller wouldn’t be able to catch him this many times without letting him go already. He didn’t realize he was crying until Sam was using his thumbs to dry his face. Blaine tuned in then. Completely and wholly staring into Sam’s eyes trying to read them deep enough to find words the blond might need to hear so he would be comforted and know he was making a difference even if it didn’t seem that way.
Okay. It was going to be okay. Sam was making his promises again and Blaine never had the heart to tell him differently. So? Instead of talking, he wrapped his fingers around Sam’s wrists and gave him a reassuring squeeze. It was easier to lie with a touch. Made it, somehow, less of a verbal contract like the one Sam made him promise the first night. One that if he betrayed, wouldn’t be on Sam’s life as his best friend dramatically put it.
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a gentle plea that begged Blaine to stay. To trust him and to know that he was loved. Blaine had watched him draw in near, felt his heart and time come to a standstill when he realized what was coming. The initial shock drew in a sharp gasp through his nose and his grip only tightened, holding Sam’s palms against his cheeks. His red brimmed eyes went round before slamming shut and there was a moment where Blaine froze as his mind rushed to catch up with what was going on. Something stirred in him, the need for Sam to believe him. The desperation that someone would keep him finally broke free with the promise that Sam would was soon pressed against his mouth in return. His gravity went upside down and his heart must’ve leapt to his throat this was real and solid and..
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a a tender plea that begged Sam to believe that he would.
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