Blaine regretted his answer the second he gave it.  Why did he promise he’d be honest?  More important?  Why did he keep the promise he made considering he would be well within his karmic rights to ignore the true reply and graze over into more platonic-friendly territory?  If for no other reason than to save face and the inevitable awkwardness that was bound to follow his truthful reply?  Because it was Sam that asked him.  That’s why.  And breaking a promise to Sam ranked right above breaking the neck of a My Pretty Pony and sending her to the glue factory to cover up your crime.  

“Um.  Okay.  Wow.  First!  Let’s leave that term on youtube or in the locker room at 24 Hour Fitness.  I love you, but no.  And second?  You’re a great guy and you’re attractive.  I think you’re peoplebait.  Anyone with a sliver of taste would have a crush on you, Sam.  I think it’s pretty much written in the universe.  Please forget that I said anything.  Why do you make it so hard to, you know, avoid potentially stomach twisting honesty?  It’s not fair and,” he smiled jokingly as his eyes lit up and he turned a few shades redder, “I’d like to know who to send my complaint to.”

@multimemoirs ; continued from here.