Being at Blaine’s house was… Nice. It was comfort, and warmth, things that Sam didn’t feel very often. Blaine always welcomed him with open arms and Sam was thankful that he had a friend like Blaine, and he felt bad that he didn’t really give him the same friendship in return, at least not in public anyway. Sam was getting a lot more out of their friendship than Blaine was, but Sam hoped he was at least good company for Blaine while his parents were always away. He could offer him that at least. If high school wasn’t so label orientated, him and Blaine would probably be best friends. Sam never told Blaine, but he loved his company. He enjoyed getting to know him, and when he slept over at Blaine’s, it really did make his day.
Sam walked through the familiar house and into the living room with Blaine, he followed the other male and shrugged off his leather jacket and tossing it on top of Blaine’s, before kicking his sneakers off. “I’d kill for a pizza, sounds awesome.” Sam told Blaine, smiling genuinely for what felt like the first time in ages. He made his way over to the sofa, and plopped down, making himself comfortable. “You can save your arguments for next time… I guess you’re just getting better at beating me when we argue that I’ve lost my fight for it. I do appreciate it though, Blaine. You’re like.. I don’t know, you save me when me I’m on my ass and I might have frozen to death some nights if you hadn’t of been there. One day I’ll pay you back. I PROMISE.”
Having Sam here simply felt good. If he thought too long, too hard about it (like he did some nights even when he tried to shut off his brain and tell himself to STOP) Blaine knew it felt better than good. Better than having just someone here to fill up the void of an empty house and the quiet that seeped into his bones. Between songs that often filled the house either by his own hands and voice or some loud speaker system cranked up to chase away the silence. Sam was different than anyone in his life. Even the ones Blaine counted as brothers, in the case of the Warblers. Or friends, like the people he found in New Directions. Sam meant more to him than any of them did. As terrifying as that might be.
Mainly, because outside of this house or his car or wherever Blaine found Sam alone hungry, usually cold and in dire straits? Sam rarely gave him a glance. Let alone the time of day.
A heaviness settled into the former Warbler’s eyes as he pulled two sodas from the fridge. His smile faded. And for a moment, Blaine, could be seen. Insecure, frustrated and so worried that someday? Whatever this was with Sam? Would be over when Sam no longer needed him. And then! Just like that? It was gone and his eyes were bright as day, clear as the sky and his grin ear to ear when he came up behind the couch and a can of Coke appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You know? If you called me? You’d never have to worry about freezing to death out there again. Instead of making me find you like a stay cat wandering around wondering what the heck you’re doing to do for the night like I do most of the time.” He smiled and sat down beside Sam, lifting his hips to dig his phone from his back pocket so he could order a pizza. “But I’ll take what I can get,” he met his eyes and smiled in spite of how deeply that sentence ran, “and call it progress.” He wriggled the phone back and forth. “The usual order then?”
Guitar on his back, Sam walked through the streets of Lima, a little defeated. His beloved truck was out of gas, so he had to leave it in his Mom’s driveway until he could afford to fill it up. Hopefully it would only be a couple more days, but he felt a little lost without it. He was trying to figure out where he was going to stay that evening when a car pulled up at the side of him. The driver was the familiar Blaine Anderson, who had been kind enough to let Sam crash at his place a few times. They WEREN’T friends as such, well maybe they were but Sam would never label them as such, but Blaine helped Sam out when he needed it. He didn’t like it when people took PITY on him, so when Blaine offered his help, Sam declined every single time, but Blaine was always insistent.
Blaine was here like Superman again, offering him a place to sleep and telling him to get in his car. Sam wanted to argue, he wanted to assure the other male that he would be FINE but he was tired, he was famished and he just wanted to go somewhere safe for the night. He quietly agreed to the offer, and gave Blaine a fist bump before he climed in the passenger side of the car. “I appreciate it, man.” Sam said, cleaning his throat.
Fortunately for Sam Evans as it began to get dark outside? The former Warbler only just began his drive back to Westerville after a study / relationship advice session with Rachel when he passed him on street. Ready to argue against Sam arguing that he didn’t want to bother him, Blaine hit the button for the window to roll down and had the words ‘I insist’ on the tip of his tongue when the blond, surprisingly, got in the car without any coaxing whatsoever. That was new. “Hey! Yeah. No problem.” A fist bump later, Blaine had company for the drive and Sam had a roof over his head for as long as he needed it. That was how they seemed to work.
Their time on the road felt like it barely started (compared to how long it seemed when he was alone) before they pulled up the long driveway to Blaine’s house. Having Sam with him always made the miles go by faster. Whether they talked or drove in silence. It felt good to have him there. No one called out when they entered in spite of the lights glowing through the downstairs windows. “You know the drill. Make yourself at home.” Blaine tossed his coat onto a chair in the living room and toed off his shoes next to the chair. “I’ll get dinner ordered. Italian sound good?” Two steps from the doorway back to the hall, he paused and glanced over his shoulder giving Sam a thoughtful look. “You know I meant what I said in the car, right? It’s never a problem,” his lips curved into a small smile. “Oh! And! Thanks for not arguing this time. Even though I had my own argument locked and loaded.”
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