samsreckoning:

send me a  👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 for random kisses // 17… to distract.

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      “Hey

— hey, Blaine. Look at me.” Four days. That’s how long it took Sam Evans to crumble. It’s not even that he just knew Blaine was hurting. He’d seen it in every aspect of everything he did. There was no light, even when Blaine was ‘having a good time, honestly Sam’ he saw right through it. And yeah, Sam didn’t blame him. He knew why. Having Kurt completely wipe it all away, like his life was this super luxury roll’s royce, and like Blaine was nothing more than a bug that just splattered against his windshield. One wipe, boom. Problem gone. Even if they’d been traveling all around the world together on that wind sh… Yeah no, that was a really bad analogy but Blaine was more than that. Blaine was the best guy he’d ever known. His best friend. Seeing him go through this? IT WAS KILLING HIM. He didn’t deserve it.

               This wasn’t a BLAINE thing, it was a Kurt thing and Sam hadn’t figured out how to put that into words Blaine would understand. He’d tried, but no matter how many times Blaine tried to explain it, their ideas didn’t gel. Which sucked because ALL THEIR IDEAS GELLED. Blaine’s thing was gel, if anyone were to gel, it was them. BLAM.

            But Kurt had fucked up. Blaine had too, but the reality was … Kurt ran. He let go with no disregard. And maybe it wasn’t fair, maybe Sam was looking at it from an angle that was biased towards one, but he loved Kurt, so was he really? It was all just … SO MESSED UP. They were spiraling and there were no parachutes. At this point, Sam would have done anything to take away his pain. And there had been one thing he hadn’t done yet because it didn’t seem like the right time. Didn’t seem like a good moment. Didn’t seem sensitive at all given the situation. 

                       Blaine was just … wired. In this way. Deep down? He understood it. 

            What if he could just … Make Blaine see that it wasn’t just Kurt out there that made life worth living? That people could love him.  

             Sam’s hands were so big they pretty much took up most of Blaine’s face as he tried to pull him back down to Earth, cupping softly at his cheeks. They were deep in Pennsylvania, the wicked wilderness surrounding them. Bullfrogs and crickets, owls and coyotes teaming up with the October breeze that pretty much swept through them both like a wave of ice when the camper didn’t block it out. 

             Life had gotten too heavy. The fire crackled behind him and he could feel it heating the rubber soles of his runners, but not enough to make him worry yet. The blonde was knelt down on one knee in front of Blaine

— or the body formally known as Blaine because Blaine wasn’t in there anymore and it was killing him. The stars were so bright tonight

— the fire had died down, and really even if you walked ten feet away you could look up and instantly lose your breath at the sight. Something Sam hadn’t missed a single moment doing. The Universe had done a pretty cool thing for once and offered a meteor shower and every two minutes it was ‘Blaine! Did you see it’? amid the rolling conversation that hadn’t stopped for a week. 

         He hadn’t let Blaine out of his sight, and he was trying so hard to keep him here. The world needed Blaine Anderson, even if he thought it’d be better without him. It had come back to him in a wave, it was something about Kurt, he didn’t have to ask because the tears streaming down his face said it all. His thumbs swiped along the gentle ridge as he shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Fires were great, except there was something about the cackling wood and mesmerizing lick of the flames, sparks shooting up over glowing goals that was … It made you think. It sucked you in. And camping was great and he loved it, being there with Blaine, but the world was quiet. And even with everything they were doing … He worried it wasn’t helping Blaine and … that was the point of this. All of it. Not even making him feel better … just feel human, like he existed and meant everything to someone. 

       Which is why wordlessly, with no awkwardness, no hesitation, Sam was leaning forward, plump lips caressing Blaine’s in what was possibly the most gentle kiss in the world. Hugs weren’t helping, so it was time to try this. He’d be whatever Blaine needed.Now? Forever? Whatever as long as it took, he was here. He’d always be there. And Blaine wasn’t allowed to go anywhere.