“I…” Sam nodded, he’d been friends with Blaine long enough to see all the heartache he’d had. He didn’t want to add to it, and yet he wanted to be true to himself, he wanted to be honest with Blaine about the conflicting and changing feelings inside of himself. He took a beat to study Blaine’s face, nodding slowly as he chewed on the corner of his bottom lip, hesitating another moment before he spoke, “I like you. I like-like you.” He spoke clearly, just like he did when he was trying to make sure the twins understood him. Speak simply, speak from the heart, and you’ll never be misunderstood. As his mother used to say, something her mother had told her. He took it to heart, especially in important moments like this. “I know I’m not the kind of guy you’d want. But we’re bros. And I care about you. I could be…good to you, I think.” He added and shrugged his shoulders, “If you still…or, if you like me. If you wanted that, too.”
‘I like-like you.’
Blaine could feel his heart grow wings and attempt to fly right out of his chest as the words that truly stuck repeated themselves inside his head. Sam liked him. Sam’s doubts and fears that he couldn’t be the kind of guy he’d want were so the bipolar opposite of anything remotely close to the truth. So far that Blaine stood there blinking, his head cocked to the side, and a stunned expression replaced the awed look that’d been frozen in place as he absorbed what Sam was say and what was happening between the two of them with that confession alone as the catalyst. “You.. You can’t really think that. You wouldn’t be the kind of guy I’d want?” His half-laugh put crack in his bewildered facade. Cheeks pink as he took hold of Sam’s wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze to drive his words home. “Haven’t you been paying attention,” his tone dropped to a pleading whisper, “You’re exactly the kind of person I’d want.. Yes. I still like you.” Another huff and he rolled his eyes before a smile so wide pinched them together at their corners. “And, yeah, I want that. I could treat you so well, Sam. Just let me try? Please?”
“I kissed you on the cheek and you didn’t say anything about it, I assumed you weren’t interested.”
“Sam.. You shouldn’t take it that way. It’s not that I’m not interested.. I am. I just..don’t know what you want. Or what it meant. I’ve learned my lesson in looking too deeply into things. Not from you. In general. And you are way too important to me to chance anything for no other reason alone than my wishful thinking. Does that make sense? Or am I rambling? I guess I am.. Sorry.”
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