sam evans.

     Guitar on his back, Sam walked through the streets of Lima, a little defeated. His beloved truck was out of gas, so he had to leave it in his Mom’s driveway until he could  afford to fill it up. Hopefully it would only be a couple more days, but he felt a little lost  without it. He was trying to figure out where he was going to stay that evening when a  car pulled up at the side of him. The driver was the familiar Blaine Anderson, who had been kind enough to let Sam crash at his place a few times. They WEREN’T friends as such, well maybe they were but Sam would never label them as such, but Blaine helped Sam out when he needed it. He didn’t like it when people took PITY on him, so when Blaine offered his help, Sam declined every single time, but Blaine was always insistent. 

Blaine was here like Superman again, offering him a place to sleep and telling him to  get in his car. Sam wanted to argue, he wanted to assure the other male that he would be FINE but he was tired, he was famished and he just wanted to go somewhere safe for the night. He quietly agreed to the offer, and gave Blaine a fist bump before he climed in the passenger side of the car. “I appreciate it, man.” Sam said, cleaning his throat. 

      Fortunately for Sam Evans as it began to get dark outside?  The former Warbler only just began his drive back to Westerville after a study / relationship advice session with Rachel when he passed him on street.  Ready to argue against Sam arguing that he didn’t want to bother him, Blaine hit the button for the window to roll down and had the words ‘I insist’ on the tip of his tongue when the blond, surprisingly, got in the car without any coaxing whatsoever.  That was new.  “Hey!  Yeah.  No problem.”  A fist bump later, Blaine had company for the drive and Sam had a roof over his head for as long as he needed it.  That was how they seemed to work. 

Their time on the road felt like it barely started (compared to how long it seemed when he was alone) before they pulled up the long driveway to Blaine’s house.  Having Sam with him always made the miles go by faster.  Whether they talked or drove in silence.  It felt good to have him there.  No one called out when they entered in spite of the lights glowing through the downstairs windows.  “You know the drill.  Make yourself at home.”  Blaine tossed his coat onto a chair in the living room and toed off his shoes next to the chair.  “I’ll get dinner ordered.  Italian sound good?”  Two steps from the doorway back to the hall, he paused and glanced over his shoulder giving Sam a thoughtful look.  “You know I meant what I said in the car, right?  It’s never a problem,” his lips curved into a small smile.  “Oh!  And!  Thanks for not arguing this time.  Even though I had my own argument locked and loaded.”