continued from here. @samsreckoning

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.