Sam smiled brightly as he saw his Blaine wave back.. ‘Blaine, just Blaine, not his Blaine.’ Sam reminded himself as he got to his feet and managing to stay up on his feet without ending up looking like one of his Star Wars bobblehead figures he had. He wasn’t afraid to admit, to himself at least, that over the last few months he had started to see Blaine as more than just his best friend, Tina’s remark about Blaine’s perfect butt had made that more than obvious to himself to be honest because he hadn’t been able to keep from thinking about it and checking out his best friend’s behind whenever he could without Blaine, or anybody else, noticing it.
“Blainey.. heyy hi. Wow.. hang on.” He draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder, blinking his eyes to stop the spinning, “Aside from Puck totally bailing, yeah was good party. Night’s even better now you here to take me home.” He looked around, trying to remember where the front door was. “Uhm.. which way?” he asked, looking at Blaine for help.
Seeing Sam vaguely resemble the Leaning Tower of Piza, Blaine hurried a couple steps to be at his side in case the drunken blond decided gravity wasn’t a thing anymore and defied it in a bad way. Hearing Sam call him Blainey brought an endearing smile to his lips and he barely hid it with only a half-turn of his head. Supporting Sam’s weight–Blaine slinked one arm around his middle and kept him close. Who cared if his throat got a little tighter? In dedication of keeping his friend upright, he could just breath a bit deeper and ignore any hint of warmth coming to his cheeks. It’d be gone in a second or two if he kept concentrating on getting Sam out of here. Not that, by doing so, he was holding him tighter than he may ever had. Except the day where friendzone became a real, tangible thing that both of them came to accept. Right?
“Hi, Sammy. I got you. Don’t worry.” He steered Sam around a person he didn’t know that decided the floor would make a good bed for the night. At least someone was kind enough to put a cushion from the couch under their head. Real friendship in it’s prime. “Door’s this way. We’ll get you some water, food, Aspirin and bed. Sound good?” The door was only a few steps past make out central in the corner. Blaine averted his eyes and looked back up at Sam. “I’m sure some air will do you good. You feeling okay? Or do we need to stop?”
“Hey, Sam,” Blaine held the phone to one ear while giving the hem of his blanket run for it’s money with the other. The thread on the hem nearly worn through by how many times his fingernails dug in, scratched and pulled against the wool. “I know it’s late,” he cringed when a glance at the glowing green numbers on his alarm read 2:45AM, “and I’m really sorry to wake you up.” Guilt for disturbing Sam grew heavier in his belly a few seconds past hearing his groggy voice. “This probably sounds super dumb but..,” a heavy sigh came from his end of the line.
“Would you mind just talking for a little while? I don’t care what you say. You can read, or go through A to Z on your impressions list. Whatever you want until you fall back to sleep again. Sorry to ask. Probably sounds crazy. I’m just not having a very good night..”
Sam shoved his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, very happy that Blaine was coming to pick him up. For the life of him he didn’t know how else he would have gotten home. He might be drunk but even he understood he would probably had gotten lost if he had really done as he texted to Blaine, walk home. Making his way to the kitchen he took one of the red plastic cups and filled it with water when he vaguely remembered something from one of the messages Blaine had send him.. water was good. So he figured he drink some.
He sat down on top of the counter and waited for Blaine to come pick him up. He frowned, taking his phone out of his pocket and looked at the messages he send his best friend. Oh shoot, that first one.. hopefully he could convince Blaine it was just him being really drunk that made him send a message like that. He soon forgot about his worry when he heard someone call his name. Looking up he grinned, waving at Blaine when he spotted him. “Yo, over here!” he let himself slide of the counter top and stood on his feet, leaning against the counter to keep his balance. “Hello,” he still waved while Blaine got closer.
There he was! Missing Sam sitting on top of the counter was impossible. Maybe because of the blond hair. Or the fact he was towering above everyone else from his chosen seating arrangement. Or..maybe because he was just Sam and finding him was the only reason Blaine was here to begin with. You know. Yeah. That’s all. No other reason. Definitely not the text message that Sam was trying to figure out a way to convince him was completely harmless drunken banter and nothing more. Of course it was, they both knew Sam wouldn’t actually check out his butt, right? And MOST definitely not the fact that Blaine knew he was on a single sided track of falling for his best friend. One that’d end up with him getting slammed face first by the freaking bullet train if he didn’t get over it.
Nope. None of those reasons. Only because he found who he was looking for and it was time to get Sam home to sleep off his current state and avoid getting in trouble for stumbling through the door at his own house. A soft chuckle lit him up as he approached. “Hey, Sam,” he called out and waved back glad that Sam landed on both feet and didn’t topple over. “You look like you had a great night. Um..” An arm was slid around Sam’s middle to offer support and he prepared to steer Sam through the house if needed. “Ready to get out of here?”
( mssg » blaine ) everybody likes compliments, cright? ( mssg » blaine ) uhm, jackson’s place, yuo know that tall dude from the bjasketball team. like 2 streets frowm puck’s. can’t miss it, loads of cars outsidde. oh that’s super smart thinking right there. brilliant idea! you’re a great bet friend. ( mssg » blaine ) bso drunk. gonna be in gso muhch trlouble if they see me like this
( mssg » sam | sent ) You’re right. Everyone does. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Two streets down from Puck’s place. Got it. I’m grabbing my keys and I’ll be on my way. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Don’t worry. I got your back.
Blaine tucked his phone into his back pocket with a half grin and huff of laughter. Sam. Sam. Sam. What was he going to do with him? The boy was beyond drunk and, even though Blaine appreciated the compliment (which, by the way, he already made a mental note to ask Tina when he saw her Monday in class where the description came from if only to give her a hard time) he knew his friend was more than five sheets in the wind to give it. Didn’t mean that it didn’t make him grin ear to ear happily at the words. Who doesn’t like to know someone appreciates their..um..assets? Especially someone like.. Oop! Yep! Time to go! Definitely not time for his head to wander down that path loaded with trap doors into ComplicatedTown. He had enough in his life that was complicated already.
He got there as fast as he could and parked among the dwindling number of cars. His nose crinkled at the sight of some guy he didn’t know deciding that a hedge near the door was a good place to pray to his absent ‘porcelain god’. “Well. Someone’s going to hate life in the morning.” He’d grab the guy a glass of water on his way out since he wasn’t planning on staying here long. Stepping inside the house–he overlooked several make out sessions and a few people dancing and sharing shots as he walked past. “Hey, Sam?” No sign of him. Down the hall he went towards the kitchen, calling out trying to find the blonde in question. “Sammy? Anderson Taxi! At your service!”
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