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Blaine and Sam seemed to be settling into New York far differently. To Sam, it seemed like Blaine was finally where he wanted to be, like all of his time with the Warblers and New Directions led him to this point in time, ready to become a star. But for Sam, it was like he hadn’t settled in at all. Everything was so cramped and crowded, and he had trouble sleeping at night from the sheer amount of noise outside. He missed Lima. Deep down he knew this wasn’t where he belonged, but he knew he couldn’t leave until he was half naked on the side of a bus. It was his life long dream, and he knew New York was the place for that. He was also broke. So there was that.
Because Kurt and Rachel were so busy with NYADA and work and Rachel had her rehearsals for broadway now too, and Mercedes recording her album. Everyone was so busy doing huge things now, it felt like he was falling behind- so him and Blaine always set some time aside to hangout. They probably would have hung out a lot anyway, they had grown close from their time together in high school- Blaine was like his rock; he was someone to lean on whenever Sam needed him. He was always supportive of him. He was glad he had become such good friends with him. They actually had a lot in common, they both liked Star Wars and sports- and singing, of course.
So some nights they would drink and read Star Wars fanfics, mostly because Sam likes being read to, Blaine’s voice was smooth, whenever he talked or sung, he could listen for hours. Blaine liked it because he thought it was absolutely hilarious. So there they are, they had the apartment to themselves for practically the whole night. Rachel and Kurt went out with some friends from NYADA and when they go out on weekends they’re notorious for not getting home till nearly sunrise. Blaine is sitting on the couch with the laptop, while Sam sat on the floor by his feet. They’d been taking shots of the vodka that Sam had somehow gotten ahold of, already tipsy before they’d even started.
“Oh my god!” Blaine exclaimed. “This one is like, sexy..” He covered his mouth as he skimmed through the writing.
“Dude, read it.” Sam was amused now, but also curious. He honestly hadn’t gotten laid in..uh, he really couldn’t remember. Crashing on the couch doesn’t really give him a lot of time to jerk off either, so he’s confined to quickies in the shower. So the idea of listening to Blaine read him something scandalous piqued his interest.
“Dude I can’t it’s- it’s so insane!” He laughed, continuing to read to himself.
Sam hit his leg playfully, chuckling now as well. “Dude! C’mon!”
“Okay, okay!” He cleared his throat, getting ready to read it with as straight a face as possible. Before he read he laughed again, grabbing the bottle and his shot glass off the coffee table, pouring himself another shot and quickly downing it. The vodka burning his throat quickly brought him back to his senses. “Padmé grinded against Anakin’s throbbing member, soft moans falling from her supple lips.” He managed to say it with a straight face, and silently thanked the extra shot he took.
Sam on the other hand was listening intently, his cheeks flushed slightly now- unsure if it was from the risqué material or all the alcohol in his system. Nonetheless he felt his dick twitch in his briefs. He tried not to think about it, it was because of the fan fiction, obviously. He’s just pent up.
Blaine really couldn’t take this seriously. He cringed with each line. “He bit her earlobe sensually? Who even does something like that? like, it can’t feel good can it?.” He started to think about it intently. Who would bite his ear? Kurt was a total romantic, everytime they had sex Kurt made sure it was always heartfelt and never just pure lust. Yeah, Blaine could imagine him biting his ear; running his hands down his abdomen while he told him about how beautiful he was and how lucky he was- but they haven’t had sex in over a month. Every time he asks or tries to initiate it Kurt turns it down as quickly as it began, claiming to be too busy or stressed out. He glanced at Sam, who was taking another shot, maybe he would be the one? Maybe he would whisper sweet nothings into his ear while he- Well, sure! he had lips that looked so soft, and beautiful blonde hair and toned abs and- no, no! Sam was straight, they’d been through this before anyway, and he was with Kurt! What was he even thinking! Before he could snap out of his disassociation Sam spoke.
“What’s the matter? You thinking about Kurt biting your ear now?” He felt a pang in his chest and a weird feeling in his gut. What was this feeling? Was he jealous? He didn’t want to admit that but deep down he knew he was jealous. He knew Kurt and Blaine were so madly in love, even when things are bumpy they just come out closer on the other side- and Blaine was his best friend! Which added another stone of guilt onto the scale. There was a ting of guilt running through his body. Sure, Blaine had a crush on him before but suddenly he felt guilty for imagining what Blaine’s ass felt like, and what noises he made while getting rammed. No. No, no, no, no, no.. Why would he be jealous over a guy, when he was completely..straight? But if he was straight he wouldn’t feel his heart skip a beat whenever Blaine got him a little something and said ‘this reminded me of you’ or get flustered when Blaine walked in on him changing or- His mind continued to race with obscene and guilt-ridden thoughts. He knew he shouldn’t have drank so much.
“I was thinking about you.” Blaine said with a straight face, still practically zoned out; quickly coming back to reality when he realized what he had just said. “Oh my gosh, I- I have no idea why I said that. I’m sorry, its getting late im gonna head to bed.” He closed the computer harder than he meant to and got up. His face was bright red, and trying to fight the blood that wanted to rush downstairs.
Before he could take the walk of shame Sam quickly grabbed onto his hand. Both of theirs slightly clammy with anxiety. “It’s okay, I promise. Just come sit back down. ”The pink of Sam’s cheeks against his pale skin was almost something artistic, his lips the same shade and slightly agape. He just looked so..desperate? Whatever it was it had Blaine biting the inside of his lip. He couldn’t leave now, he didn’t want to leave now. He awkwardly made his way back to the couch and sat back where he was sitting before, looking every which way but in Sam’s direction. He really wasn’t sure what to say to him. He felt his palms sweating more, his heart beating out of its normal rhythm. He was certain this was the most awkward moment of his life.
Sam’s head was clouding from the alcohol. He felt like making every insane decision. He wanted to show Blaine what he was missing out on. He had to. He wanted to hear Blaine beg for more and how he reacted to the sensitive parts of his body being groped. Without a second thought he stumbled up from his spot on the floor, leaning on the coffee table to help him get up. The rational part of his brain was telling him this was insane, but it was overpowered by the irrational, which told him to straddle Blaine. Which is what he did. And by God, was it worth it. He has such nice thighs and he could feel him getting hard underneath him. And his face right now was just so photographable, he’d never seen it so close up. It was taking everything in him not to press his lips to his. Tentatively he placed his hands on Blaine’s chest. His heart was pounding. What if he was super uncomfortable now and told Kurt? What if Kurt kicked him out, and he was homeless on the streets of New York?? He would lose everything, including his closest friends. He prayed this wasn’t a mistake. He wasn’t sure how it could be when it felt so right.
Blaine was in a state of shock, he thought the alcohol was just making Sam playful, but he could see that animalistic look in his eyes that were making very obvious and longing looks at his lips. Blaine felt like he was in a fever dream, all he could think to do was put his hands on Sams forearms. Wow, he could feel the tense muscle from years of working out, which made him unconsciously squeeze lightly. What was he doing? What was Sam doing? They were staring face to face. Blaine stared at Sam’s eyes, even if Sam wasn’t looking into his because he knew if he looked at Sam’s lips he wouldn’t be able to stop what came after that. Sam on the other hand looked everywhere including his eyes. His lips, his eyebrows, his nose- like he was trying to memorize every single detail so he would never forget. Blaine was the first to speak.
“Sam, what are you even doing?” He said with an awkward laugh. He loved Kurt, he really, truly did. But he also knew it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t in a weird, specifically-designed-just-for-him part of heaven right now. He’d always found Sam incredibly attractive, and the fact he was sitting in his lap right now drove him mad; if he grinded his hips just a little bit- God, he would lose his damn mind. But even with the tension so thick that you would need a guillotine to cut through it they were both still, almost like they were both waiting for the other person to make a move. Their chests heaved as the tension continued to flood the room.
“I wanted to show you what they were talking about in the fan fiction.” Sam didn’t really know what to do with his hands, so he left them against Blaine’s chest. Honestly this was insane, he was certain Blaine would’ve pushed him off by now, told him his heart belonged to Kurt and walked away. But he didn’t. If anything his eyes were lingering too long. And his hands which stayed stationary on his forearms were itching to touch every part of Sam that should be off-limits.
Sam was just going to show him something right? And that’s all, it will be fine, he did kind of want to understand what it was all about. Biting someone’s ear couldn’t be hot, could it? He exhaled. “Okay. But that’s all?” The deepest part of him hoped that wasn’t all, he prayed Sam was feeling as impulsive as he was. He knew he’d hurt Kurt before, but the alcohol clouded any rationality he held. Sam was straight anyway, this meant nothing. He was just going to show Blaine something. That’s it.
“That’s all.” Sam didn’t want to make things awkward, or maybe they already were since he was drunk and straddling his best friend. It was worse that there was evidence they both enjoyed it. Blaine took a breath, looking at the door to the apartment before looking back at Sam.
“Okay.”
And with that Sam placed one hand on Blaine’s chin, moving his head to the side slightly and moved forward, softly nibbling on Blaine’s earlobe. Blaine let out a small gasp, instinctively placing his hands on Sam’s waist. Sam was driving him crazy, he could hear his breathing, and the quiet noises that would’ve been easy to hide if he hadn’t been right next to Blaine’s ear. He’s been so hard and not doing anything about it his body was practically moving on its own he didn’t even realize he started grinding against Sam. Which Sam enthusiastically followed.
Sam was gentle, biting harder just to hear Blaine gasp and groan under his breath. Blaine was so touch deprived he swore he could cum just from this. His hips continued to roll as Sam stopped biting at his earlobe, placing gentle kisses along Blaine’s jawline before he was face to face with him again. Blaine didn’t even care anymore, his dignity was gone the second he let Sam bite his ear.
“That was- Sam, I want more.” Blaine was practically whining. Him and Sam have been grinding in time, Sam’s hands resting on his shoulders. Blaine’s hands stayed on Sam’s waist, whimpering here and there. Once he said that, Sam stopped, tilting his head and looking at him.
“Blaine, I don’t wanna ruin anything. Well, i’m sure I have already but- I like what we have. You’re a good friend.” The abrupt stop caused Blaine to stop as well. Sam was, oddly, being rational despite being the person that started this. he put his arms around Blaine’s neck, smiling while he waited for him to say something. He was certain Blaine was just lost in the moment. And Sam cared about Kurt, they weren’t best friends by any means but he respected him. But he also knew Blaine had needs, like all dudes do, so he was willing to help out his friend. He didn’t know what this made him, because he liked this a lot more than he should but that rational- no, moral part of his brain was telling him he couldn’t do this.
Sam was right. But Blaine was human, and humans change their mind. But seemingly Sam changed his too. The alcohol and friction had his head reeling and he couldn’t think straight for the life of him. But he was 100% sure Sam wasn’t either, because if he was really concerned with Blaine cheating he wouldn’t be on top of him, teasing him, waiting for him to crack. He knew mistakes happened but there was too much of a spark between them for it to feel accidental. Blaine knew this was something they’d have to figure out later, because now he just wanted Sam’s mouth on his.
“We’re still friends, I just need you right now.” Was all his brain thought to say before he grabbed Sam’s face and pulled him into a desperate kiss, teeth crashing against each other. The kiss was like a breath of fresh air, like that heavy feeling in Sam’s chest dispersed. Their kiss was sloppy, with far more tongue than any person should be using; swirling around each others mouths trying to taste every part. It was wet, and needy, and hot. Blaine was glad Sam’s kissing was just as intense as his, and he didn’t just totally blow it.
Sam was the first to pull away, his lips now redder than before and glazed over with saliva. But Blaine- if Sam’s dick could get any harder it would, because he looked so gorgeous like this. His cheeks were bright red, his already plump lips plumper and now a small line of drool rolled down his chin. And his eyes. Sam had known Blaine had beautiful eyes. He told him one time it reminded him of the seasons changing. But now, they were glazed over with lust and staring at him like he was deprived of everything he needed to survive.
“Damn, Blaine. You taste so good, a-and you look so damn good.” Sam noted as their hips started grinding together again. Honestly he wanted to rip Blaine’s clothes off and fuck him until he was screaming his name, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. If they were doing this, he wanted to pace himself.
“Sam please I need you.” His voice was sultry and sweet, if he spoke like that all the time Sam was sure he would get addicted.
Fuck it. He was already this far, what’s a little further?
He stopped grinding once again which made Blaine stop. He scooted back, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the ground which prompted Blaine to do the same. And wow. Sam was toned, I mean sure, it wasn’t like Blaine was out of shape but he wasn’t built like Sam was, his gorgeous six pack and his v-line leading down his stomach had him practically drooling. Any good modeling agency would never reject him. Sam placed his hands on the top of Blaine’s pajama pants, but not doing anything. He just kept his hands there. He looked up at Blaine, waiting for approval.
He took Blaine’s whines and involuntary thrust into the air as a yes. Quickly, Sam took off his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Blaine lifted his butt off the couch so he could get them down. Sam can’t say he’s always wondered what Blaine’s junk looked like, but he’s had late night thoughts- just like everyone straight guy has about his best friend.
It was above average, and had a good girth, Sam liked knowing he was bigger though. It was kind of picturesque, the tip was light pink and he was neatly trimmed. Sam gulped. He’d never jerked off another guy before, or even seen another guys junk so up close. He was definitely nervous, but the way Blaine pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and looked at him with those- those fucking eyes- he knew he was in too deep to turn back now.
He took a spot on the floor between Blaine’s legs; on his knees. He spit onto his hand before placing it onto the base of Blaine’s cock, stroking slowly up before down. He’d done it on his own before, a million times, so it couldn’t be any different on another guy. He took Blaine’s thrust into his hand and low moan as a sign he was doing good.
With that, he went a little faster, adding a small lick to the tip which beaded with precum. He thought he’d hate it. While he didn’t really love it, the silent curse that came from Blaine made him determined to give him the best blow job he’d ever had. So he licked from the base to the tip, now taking him into his mouth as best he could.
“Shit- Sam-“ He groaned out, placing one hand on the back of Sam’s head and using his other one to push his hair out of his face. Both of his hands landed on the back of Sam’s head eventually, interlocking his fingers with his hair gently but firm. This only encouraged him more. He took him deeper, until he was practically hitting the back of his throat and stroking wherever his mouth wasn’t.
This made Blaine grab onto Sam tighter, his toes starting to curl with pleasure. The tightness and warmth of Sam’s throat- he moaned out louder now, not giving a shit about the noises he made anymore. “I’m gonna cum soon.” He said it as quickly as he could, since it really was going to be soon. But Sam didn’t slow down, instead he continued what he was doing despite feeling the tears well up in his eyes. It really didn’t hurt, it just made his eyes water. He looked up to see Blaine but as soon as he did.
“Sam, Sam! Fuck!” Blaine was pulling Sam’s hair hard now, guiding his head down in unsynchronized movements. He was so lost in pleasure he honestly didn’t realize how rough he was being with Sam. But it quickly came to an end, as his body tensed and his balls tightened he came down Sam’s throat, his hips slowing thrusting up while he rode through his orgasm. The moans that echoed throughout the room now just heavy pants. His hands fell from Sam’s head, pushing the sweaty hair from his face as his head fell back on the couch.
Sam grabbed his shirt and quickly spit, licking his tongue against the fabric. He really didn’t like it. He liked the fact he made Blaine cum, and he liked hearing the noises he made and the way his body reacted. He just didn’t enjoy the taste of cum, which he was certain was normal. He could feel Blaine looking at him. His face was puzzled, raising his brows in confusion.
“Sorry- I just, You didn’t do anything wrong I jus-“ He started but Blaine cut him off.
“I understand. It’s okay. Straight guys don’t usually like the taste of cum.” He let out a small giggle, watching the disgusted look on Sam’s face not disappearing anytime soon. When he laughed once more, Sam got up and leaned over the couch, placing a kiss onto Blaine’s lips. This time much more gentle and meaningful like Blaine was heading off to war and he wasn’t sure if this would be their last kiss or not. Blaine kissed back, placing a hand onto Sam’s cheek.
Once the kiss was over Sam spoke first:
“Can we- Y’know. Do it.” Sam seemed flustered asking now, as if he wasn’t just giving him the best head he had ever gotten. He refused to make eye contact now, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.
Blaine was a little taken aback, he wasn’t expecting Sam to say that, well, maybe just not expecting him to ask like that. Although he was glad to know he enjoyed it, he thought maybe he’d say ‘i’m sorry i’m seriously not into you like that’ or ‘this was a mistake’ but not that. He was still coming down from his orgasm, and his refractory period was pretty long. He usually had to wait too long between rounds so him and Kurt only ever went 1, maybe 2 if he was in fact, willing to wait.
“I have lube and condoms in the top drawer, the ones on the left.” Was all Blaine said, and Sam was off. He felt guilty, of course, he knew if Kurt found out he’d probably throw him on his ass and never talk to him again, all of their friends would probably drop him actually, or at least be mad at him for a really long time. Sex is an important and healthy aspect to a relationship, he was willing to take things slow with Kurt at first but it’s been years now. It felt like he was slowly drifting away, and Blaine wasn’t drifting with him.
Blaine quickly snapped out of the deep thought he was in when Sam came back with a condom and the bottle. Sam moved the laptop off the couch and onto the coffee table, putting the other stuff in his hands down as well. He quickly slid off his pants and boxers; Blaine sliding his off all the way now too.
Sam honestly had no clue what he was doing, he grabbed the lube and held it in his hand, just staring at Blaine blankly. He didn’t mind looking at Blaine though, he looked so perfect like this he took a mental photo for later.
“Here, give me the bottle, I’ll show you.” Blaine held his hand out, which Sam quickly placed the bottle into it. He was glad he was doing this with someone who had far more experience than him, and was willing to guide him along the way. “You have to start slow.” He poured a fair amount onto his finger, and pressing it to his hole. He let out a soft whimper as he slowly fucked himself.
All Sam could do was watch in amazement, Blaine looked up at him and let out a huff for a laugh. “Here, put in two.” He held the lube out for Sam as he took his finger out. Sam poured some onto his fingers and placed it onto the table impatiently, pressing his fingers against the muscle and sliding them in as slow as he could.
“Just like that..” Blaine moaned out. Sam and Blaine’s hands and fingers were pretty similar in size and girth, so it didn’t feel much different than when he did it himself, but it felt way better than when Kurt did it. He had smaller, slimmer hands. Sam’s just felt so good he was already getting hard again.
“Sam, just fuck me already.” Blaine groaned, not that his fingers didn’t feel good but he was ready for the real thing- well maybe not 100% ready, but he knew what he could and couldn’t handle, and right now what he couldn’t handle was going another minute without Sam inside him. Sam slid his fingers out; reaching for the condom and ripping it out of the packaging. Once he had it on, he made sure to add more lube. Sam prayed to himself silently that he didn’t cum fast, he wanted to savor this moment, since he was almost certain it wouldn’t happen again.
“Relax baby I am.” He bit his lip as he pushed his tip against his hole. Blaine didn’t even have time to react to the pet name as Sam slid past the tight entrance into the tighter walls.They were definitely in an awkward position, Blaine was laying down on the couch, with Sam holding one leg and the other hanging off the couch. Sam had one leg on the couch and one on the floor. It definitely would’ve been easier to do it on a bed, but it was too late for that now.
Blaine moaned at the intrusion, putting his hands onto Sam’s shoulders which dug into his skin. It had to hurt but Sam didn’t make a peep about it. After a minute or so, Sam had a slow but steady pace going. Blaine quickly grew bored of it.
“Sam, Faster..” Blaine moaned as his head fell to the side. Sam was still going unbelievably slow, which he appreciated, he knew Sam would make sure he was okay but fuck, the way Blaine said his name just awoke some primal instincts in him because he suddenly started drilling into him at a much faster pace. Blaine’s nails stayed buried in Sam’s shoulder, loud moans falling from his mouth every time he thrusted into him. He was in such a state of bliss and he didn’t even feel guilty anymore because it felt so fucking good.
“Fuuuck…You take it so good baby, you look so pretty taking my cock.” Sam was being lewd but he wasn’t lying, Blaine really did look gorgeous and if he kept making that face he was definitely gonna cum soon. Blaine couldn’t even form a sentence, everything was so overwhelming, the way Sam’s cock grazed his prostate with every thrust outweighed the ache in his ass and legs. He tried his best to get something coherent out.
“Feelssogood..” He slurred out, trying his best to look at Sam but the sight was too much. The way his cock slid in and out, his abs glistening with sweat, the look of concentration and pleasure swirling on his face was just so mesmerizing. Blaine wasn’t sure how much longer he was gonna last, but he was ready to take everything Sam wanted to throw at him, and more.
“Harder..” All he could do was whimper, it was barely a whisper. With the noises falling from their mouths, and the sound of skin against skin, he hoped Sam had heard. And boy did he hear. The hand holding Blaine’s leg suddenly being gripped tighter, placing his other hand at the top of his chest. He was breathing heavy, going at such a rigorous pace he was almost certain if his neighbors were up they would probably be able to hear Sam’s balls slapping against Blaine’s ass. The sudden change in pace made the heat boiling in Blaine’s gut start to boil over.
“Don’t stop! Fuck! I’m-i’m so close!” To Blaine it felt like it took 10 hours just to get that sentence out. He felt the sweat pooling on his back as his legs shook. He was so close, and Sam Evans was going to be the man who made him cum untouched for the first time, not Kurt or any other man. It was gonna be Sam.
“Please, Blaine baby, cum for me.” Sam had to have scratch marks and probably even blood at this point, but Sam got relief at last as Blaine dug his nails into the couch cushions beside him. he expelled a string of expletives from his mouth, the heat pooling had finally boiled over. Ropes of cum shot across Blaine’s chest and stomach, even hitting his chin. Blaine’s brain was mush at this point, his head falling back as Sam took a few more thrusts, coming soon after.
They were both sweaty and tired, but they stayed there for a minute catching their breaths. After what felt like way longer than a minute, Sam pulled out, finally allowing Blaine to put his leg down. Blaine let out a groan, one of discomfort as he stretched out
“Sorry, probably not the best position..” Sam rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t really know what to say now.
“No, it’s okay. Sorry about your shoulder.” Blaine replied. He really did feel bad, the light illuminating from the lamp was quite bright, and he could see the red marks on his shoulders.
“Pfftt. That doesn’t even hurt.” Sam was kind of lying, it wasn’t excruciating but it was definitely noticeable and it was sort of stinging, but he didn’t want Blaine to feel bad. He probably feels bad enough right now.
“Dude..I know its gotta.” Blaine got up to stretch better. “Let me clean it up?”
“No, no! You’re the one with cum on you and stuff, I got it.” He grabbed his boxers from the ground, pulling them up, taking the condom off before he pulled them up completely. “I’ll be right back, don’t move!” He stated as he made his way to the bathroom.
Blaine sat there deep in thought. Now that the bliss and lust exited his system, it hit him that he had honestly just cheated on his boyfriend. He didn’t even understand why he did it, was he really that unhappy? Or maybe it was just him being drunk. He was pretty pent up too. Those weren’t excuses, but having sex with Sam didn’t feel wrong. From a moral standpoint he knew he shouldn’t have cheated on Kurt, but everything just felt so right.
“So, are we gonna talk about it?” Sam asked as he came back with a wash cloth, sitting down next to a still naked Blaine, who was deep in thought. He didn’t say anything as Sam helped clean him up, and Sam didn’t really want to argue with him about this right now, because he knew it would turn into a long term fight that he wouldn’t be able to explain to any of their friends.
Blaine put his clothes back on, still staying silent until he gathered his things to head back to his and Kurt’s room, where he should’ve been sleeping in the first place. Waiting for him to come home, and hold him close while they peacefully drift off to sleep. But he wasn’t, he was going there now after drunkenly having sex with his best friend.
“I’m gonna go to bed. Kurt and Rachel will probably be home soon anyway. But we should talk tomorrow. Thanks for cleaning me up.” Before Sam could refute, Blaine closed the curtain to their room. With that Sam scoffed, before he made his way to the couch. He knew there was no point in arguing with Blaine right now, it wouldn’t be right to argue with him anyway because he knew what they did was wrong, so why try to argue it wasn’t? Even if he thinks Kurt doesn’t deserve Blaine anyway, he knew he would treat Blaine so much better. God why were these buried thoughts resurfacing?? He just wanted to go to bed now. He closed his eyes, and thought about something else instead- like playing guitar for his little siblings. He relaxed, and slowly began to drift off.
Blaine was sure Sam was sleeping, solely because he could hear him snoring. But he was wide awake, even when Kurt came home he was still up. All he could think about was if this life was what he wanted, living with his high school sweetheart in a run down apartment in New York. Kurt asked him why he was still up, because he knew Blaine was out by 11 pm the latest every night. All he told him was he was having a hard time falling asleep. So Kurt climbed into bed with him, resting his head against Blaine’s back and his arm around his waist. He talked to Blaine about his night, how him and Rachel kept hogging the karaoke at Callbacks and Rachel stood on top of the bar singing, and then fell on her ass. This is what he should want, his boyfriend laying with him telling him about his day. Kurt was amazing, he honestly changed his life completely, for the better. So why isn’t he happy? Why was he sitting here thinking about Sam cuddling him instead.
He hadn’t even noticed Kurt stopped talking, and had fallen asleep. Blaine closed his eyes in an attempt to do the same. He had to figure out what he was going to say to Sam. He sighed, slowly starting to drift off. Till tomorrow.