meme continuation. @samsreckoning​

Blaine had no idea who the blond boy was that yelled his name and nearly brought the performance to a halt before the stunned lead regained his composure and centered himself. Every time Sam met his eyes while he sang, it was with a familiarity that Blaine didn’t quite get.  More than once, it made the Warbler blush.  Olive skin dusted pink from self consciousness once Sam broke eye contact.  And he always broke it first.  Blaine’s color easily chalked up to how many times he’d managed to walk across the back of a couch only to end up standing on top of the piano.  Seriously, his parents would kill him if they knew how bouncy he was. 

Did the boy have any idea he even noticed him?  Or did he dismiss it as Blaine simply acknowledging the other’s presence?  But Blaine did notice.  He might not have approached screamed his name like Sam did, but he noticed.  That was Sam’s point wasn’t it?  To get his attention?  Blaine had never seen him before but Sam must have seen or heard of him to know his name.  It was as flattering as it was confusing and Blaine couldn’t help but want to know more.  Yes, he had people who loved his performances.  Never one so in love that they made an outburst in the middle of one though.  That was new.

A strange feeling came over him in the hours afterwards.  It was the same feeling he got when he was at therapy.  Or when Cooper showed him dozens of pictures of the two of them.  Always looking half cut off or parts of them out of frame.  Like what happens when someone rushes back before the timer goes off.  But they looked happy.  Cooper looked happier, though.  Probably because he was only visiting.  Blaine had trouble explaining to him that he wished he wouldn’t go.  Because, in Blaine’s world, he’d made that argument only a handful of years ago. As promised, he came back four times now.  The routine was nice.  His brother lead him through every step the doctors said and Blaine swore he felt something come to mind but always lost it at the last second before he could grab onto it.  

Exactly how he felt when he saw Sam without Sam realizing he’d made it to where he said they could meet.  Sam was four people ahead of him in line at the cafe.  He was on the phone and Blaine couldn’t hear what he was saying but it was how he was saying it that made Blaine’s head tilt.  Sam looked soft, patient.  Encouraging whoever was on the other end of the phone with soft tones and a gentle smile.  Blaine knew that look but knew it was impossible.  Because Sam was the new kid.  The new new kid.  So he found out in the rushed introduction after the signing came to a stop and poor Sam looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere as he approached him.  It was his first day and he was picking up the torch Blaine left behind when he transferred earlier in the year.  

‘Well… Maybe we can’t fix it.  But maybe we could try again?’

Hands shook underneath the table as he wrung them together harder and harder the longer he listened.  His parents kept him under lock and key after the incident.  He hadn’t met anyone who knew him before.  No one came to visit.  No one bothered to try to see him.  Or so he was lead to believe.  An option he hasn’t considered until now.  Did his parents hide Sam?  If so?  Why?  The question was on the tip of his tongue and he leaned in to ask it.  But everything stopped when a weather worn strip of photographs came sliding carefully across the table.  “We look so happy.  How is that stupid?  It’s not stupid.”  Pain laced around the words of encouragement.  How could he hurt for memories that were lost?  Well.  One look at Sam and you had the answer.  Sam looked lost.  Broken because of him.  Because of what was lost and what was inside that picture was part of it.  There was happiness there.  Pure happiness and the two of them were brimming over with it.

Blaine brought one hand up while the other grabbed at the inside of his knee.  Pink crescent shapes created by his fingernails lined the top and side.   But, he reached out and touched the very edge of the photographs.  His silent, reassuring smile and careful meeting of Sam’s gaze was a promise he’d never do anything to harm them.  Pulling it across the table before placing his hand back underneath where it snatched the other up in a blink–Blaine studied their faces closely.  “It looks like the best time of my life and then some.  We look..,” like two people who cared so deeply for each other that Blaine understood why Sam looked so hurt even more.  “You don’t have to walk away.  We can try.  I want to know you.  I need to know you.  Is that okay?  A promise to try?  I just..,” his nose scrunched and he tried to say it as gently as possible, “I don’t want to upset you if..if you really see how much I don’t..”  Swinging his hand up, he wriggled his fingers by the side of his head and let them fall again.  “You know?”

Laughter.  Light and as happy as he was inside the Warblers Common Room.   “Wolverine?  You sure?  I mean.  Who gives up Wolverine?”