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5 Blaine/Sam fics

Title: Cookies and Kisses and Midterms, Oh My!
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Prompt: Okay, Sam (being dyslexic) needs a little help on the midterms coming up and Blaine (being a wonderful friend) invites Sam over to help him out. There should be cookies and kissing and a bright red ribbon involved.
Type / Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexytimes within!
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!

“So, the factor would be 3x(2x-1)(3x+2).”

Blaine grinned across the counter and said, “Yes! You got this, Sam. That's the fifth one in a row.”

“Thank God,” Sam sighed, letting his head fall down into his hands. “As if math isn't bad enough, they had to involve letters. It's like the people who invented math were trying to be evil.”

With midterms approaching, Blaine had watched Sam grow increasingly agitated over the past two weeks. Over coffee, he admitted that he was particularly nervous about Algebra II, as ‘mixing letters and numbers together was just asking for trouble’, so Blaine offered to help him study.

Over the past five nights, they’d gone over topic after topic and Blaine was pleased to see his friend growing more confident. Sam was dyslexic but far from stupid, Blaine had always known that…perhaps a little naïve, but that was part of his charm. He grasped the theory without trouble, but it was applying it to the actual alphanumerical problems that tended to trip him up.

But he was getting it.

“I think that's enough for now,” Blaine announced, snapping the book closed and laughing when Sam cheered softly. “Let’s eat.”

That perked Sam right up.

A quick forage through the fridge revealed the fixings for tacos and they went about prepping them. Thinking ahead, Blaine poked around the cabinet and frowned. “Darn it!”

Sam looked amused by his choice of curses. “What's wrong?”

“I was thinking cookies for dessert, but we don't have any.”

“Oh,” Sam replied, taking a bite of his taco and shrugging. “We could make some.”

Blaine blinked. “Do you know how? I can cook, but baking…not so much….”

With the grin, Sam nodded. “I'm a big brother. I can bake cookies, braid hair and fix toys with the best of them.”

That was how, less than an hour later, Blaine found himself looking at a tray of perfect, piping hot, chocolate chip cookies. Sam slid a second batch into the oven and said, “Grab some milk. Nothing beats cold milk and warm cookies.”

Unable to find fault with that logic, Blaine poured two glasses and accepted a cookie from Sam.

The cookie itself was warm, sugary and soft, a perfect complement the gooey chocolate chips. “Oh my God,” Blaine practically moaned, closing his eyes to savor the taste. “That's incredible. How did I not know you are a secret cookie genius?”

Sam grinned. “That would be the secret part.”

“Well, now that I know, I guess you're stuck with me,” Blaine teased, then noticed Sam was looking at him a little oddly. “What?”

“You've got chocolate….” He said, gesturing vaguely at his mouth.

Not wanting to waste the sweets, Blaine ran his tongue over his lip and watched Sam follow the action. “Did I get it?” he asked, voice soft as there was a palpable shift of tension in the room.

“No,” Sam said, wetting his own lip as he took a step forward. “I could….”

“Yeah,” Blaine breathed, not wanting to make any loud noises or sudden movements. Sure there had been little moments between them where he thought maybe Sam might see him as more than a friend, but this is the first instance he was sure.

One of Sam's hands, big, guitar calloused and smelling of vanilla, came up and cradled Blaine's jaw, thumb stroking along his cheek in a sweeping motion. It felt nice and Blaine hummed as Sam leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue flicking out to sweep up the stubborn smudge of chocolate.

The flutter of Sam's tongue over his skin made Blaine sigh and he turned his head, lips already parted, to catch Sam in a full kiss. He tasted like the cookies they had been eating, sugar and chocolate, but there was something else as well, something undefinably Sam.

Hands clutched at clothing, unconcerned with what various foodstuffs could do to the fabric in favor of attempting to get closer to each other. When Blaine nipped gently on Sam's lower lip, the taller boy gasped and backed them against an area of counter without food scattered everywhere.

Wrapping his arms around Sam's neck, Blaine tugged down a bit, liking the way Sam's arms bracketed his body. Then Sam paused, picking up his hand from where he had placed it on the counter, surprise in his eyes. A bright red ribbon had gotten snagged around his wrist and Blaine grinned.

“I was wrapping Christmas gifts last night,” he said, touching the ribbon gently. “Does this mean you’re a present?” he teased, which made Sam grinned and kiss him breathless.

“You can unwrap me, if you want,” Sam murmured, breath hot against Blain’s ear, combined sensation and words making him gasp, “After we take the cookies out of the oven.”

For a moment, Blaine pouted at being denied, then an idea hit him. “Can I eat cookies off your abs? Lick up the chocolate when it melts onto your skin?”

This time, it was Sam who whimpered a bit. “We can so do that!”

Soon (not soon enough), they found themselves sprawled on the living room rug, Sam stretched out on his back, shirtless, with a small pillow under his head. Blaine was sitting beside him, a plate of cookies, still oven hot, on his lap.

Picking up the first cookie, he considered it. “I'm gonna break it up into bite-size chunks,” he said with a nod and pulled the cookie apart, placing the pieces across Sam's six-pack. He repeated the process with a second cookie, then set aside the plate. “This still okay?”

“Sure,” Sam said with a smile, rolling his neck and shoulders up to peer at his cookie covered stomach. “They’re warm, but not hot...the chocolate feels sticky though.”

The chips were melting, smearing across Sam's milky skin, contrasting prettily. Licking his lips, Blaine rolled onto his stomach and scooted close to the other boy, pressing a quick kiss to his exposed hipbone, which caused a full body twitch. “Shhh, sorry,” he soothed, reaching over to put his hand on Sam's opposite hip, rubbing gently.

“Just surprised me,” Sam replied, watching with wide eyes as Blaine used tongue and teeth to pick up the first chunk of cookie. Occasionally his lips brushed Sam's taut skin and he could feel small muscle tremors as he continued to carefully grab bites of cookie. Each tiny contact made Sam shift slightly, his hands clenching and unclenching his hands, one of them resting on Blaine’s back.

When the last of the cookies were gone, all that was left were the chocolatey smudges. Smiling and meeting Sam's gaze, Blaine lowered his mouth to the closest one, closing his lips around it and sucking. His tongue darted out, picking up every hint of sweetness, enjoying the contrast with Sam's skin.

Sam drew a deep breath as Blaine let his tongue trace along the defined muscles of his abdomen, pausing to nibble, kiss and lick every bit of chocolate off of his body. When he finished, he placed a final, open mouth kiss on Sam's hip, where he had begun, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

A high whine seemed to erupt from deep inside Sam's chest and he tugged at Blaine's hair, urging him upward. He went willingly, settling himself atop Sam's body, straddling his hips as he paused to mouth at the all too tempting hollow between neck and collarbone. With a grin, he bit down, and Sam groaned, arching under him, thigh pushing between Blaine's legs.

Clearly, that was Sam's breaking point and his hands shot up from where they'd been squeezing Blaine's hips, grabbing his face and pulling him down. The kiss was crushing and desperate, tongue licking and sucking Blaine’s mouth open, teeth clashing hard until Blaine had no choice but to grind down into Sam in an effort to relieve some of the building pressure.

Aligning their hips and thrusting hard, it was all too hot and intense for them to do more than rut against each other, moaning into each other's mouths. The friction was incredible and Blaine's breath stuttered when Sam reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, pulling him even closer. Their rhythm grew more erratic as the minutes passed until, whole body trembling, Blaine came in a rush of sensation.

He collapsed on top of Sam, vaguely aware of the other boy shuddering through his own release, gasping and tugging on Blaine shirt. They lay there on the floor, trying to collect themselves and, eventually, Sam spoke.

“Next time, I vote we do this on a bed and lose some clothes.”

Smiling against the damp skin of Sam's shoulder, Blaine murmured, “Well, I have a bed upstairs. It's Friday night and my parents are gone the weekend. Want to sleep over?”

“Hell yes.”

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Title: Forever
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Prompt: Blaine and Sam have been living with eachother for two years. They have been dating, and now they think it's time
Type / Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive schmoop
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!

Love was the best thing ever.

At a very young age, Sam Evans had decided that, more than anything, he wanted to be in love, wanted someone to love him. After all, as long as someone loved you, it didn't matter if you are kind of a dork or not the smartest guy around. It might've been an odd dream for your average boy, but Sam had always been a little different.

Some people called him special, not always in the good way.

This desire for connection had led him into a bit of heartache during high school. First, there had been Quinn, who left him to go back to her own first love. Santana, well, he'd always known she didn't love him, but he been so hurt after Quinn and she had her own issues, so that was what it was. Dating Mercedes had been awesome and he was sure she felt strongly for him until he had to move away. He'd been pretty depressed in Kentucky, to down to really consider love, but sometimes trading kisses with Brendan, who worked at the Dairy Queen, made him forget how much he hated his life. Back in Lima, he’d chased Mercedes, hoping to recapture that feeling they'd shared before, but eventually she left for LA and didn't look back, at least not at him. Brittany was beautiful and sweet and she really understood him in ways the other girls hadn't, never looking at him like she thought he was dumb. When he thought the world was going to end, he'd been overjoyed that she wanted to spend her last few days with him.

Of course, the world hadn't ended and their marriage hadn't been real and Brittany went back to Santana, who was her soulmate….

Winter break of senior year had been spent hanging around Blaine's house, the two of the mourning the ends of their relationships and commiserating over broken hearts. Already best friends, they grew closer over the following months and, slowly, they pulled each other out of their respective funks.

It had been a natural thing, gravitating together and neither of them even realized exactly when their feelings shifted from platonic to something more, not until one day in April when they were discussing college plans. Both were headed to New York City, Blaine to NYADA and Sam to the Pratt Institute to study art and graphic design. Both were delighted that they were going to be in the same city and Sam had said, “I don't know what I would've done without you.”

For a moment, Blaine had gone totally still and Sam had cursed himself, thinking he'd spoken out of turn…until Blaine leaned in and kissed him.

Their first kiss, but most definitely not their last.

Freshman year, Sam had lived in a dorm, but spent most nights at Blaine's small apartment (sure, he came from money, but he didn't see the need for something big and showy). At the end of that first year, Blaine had asked Sam to move in with him and he’d readily accepted.

Of course, they'd had the usual issues people had when cohabitating, working out who showered when and such. Blaine got used to the strange health foods Sam kept around (he'd made the mistake of stealing a sip of a nori and wheatgrass smoothie once) and Sam didn't tease about the array of products Blaine used to tame his curls (though he did like the days when they stayed in and Blaine didn't bother with gel). Sam was a morning person, up with the sun (or earlier in the winter) to run, while Blaine slept in.

Little things are easily overcome and even their occasional spats were quickly resolved. Their friends told them they were kind of sickeningly sweet.

Waking early one Saturday morning in late September, Sam stretched, luxuriating in the half aware feeling before he truly woke. Being a senior at Pratt, he was working in internship along with his classes and his schedule was busier than ever, so he took a moment to enjoy the peace of lying there beside Blaine, who was still dead to the world, his face half hidden in a down pillow.

Smiling, Sam rolled over to face his partner (a term they'd begun using the year before) and raised a hand to gently brush dark curls back from his brow. Unable to help himself, he let one finger brush down over the bridge of Blaine's nose before tracing soft, parted lips.

Blaine stirred a bit, making a disgruntled noise Sam knew meant “Too Early!” in pre-caffeinated Blaine speak and burrowed further into the pillow, trying to hide from the daylight. Chuckling, Sam placed a soft kiss on his shoulder before sliding out of bed and tugging on his running clothes.

An hour later, he returned, muscles burning pleasantly, a bag of fresh bagels from the deli down the street in hand. Turning on the coffee pot, he jumped into the shower, scrubbing down quickly and, as he was wrapping a towel around his waist, Blaine stumbled in, lured out of bed by the scent of coffee in the air.

They spent a leisurely morning together, nibbling on bagels (cinnamon raisin with plain cream cheese for Blaine, whole wheat with garden herb spread for Sam), sipping coffee and reading the paper. Curled on the couch, they discussed various things, Cooper's upcoming visit, plans to spend Thanksgiving with Sam's family and everything in between.

As afternoon rolled around, they dressed and decided to take a walk, using their phones to track down some favorite food trucks and poking around in various stores. Sam picked up a few new charcoal pencils while Blaine found a biography on Ted Kennedy that he'd been wanting to read.

After a light dinner, they headed to Callbacks, where they met up with a group of their friends. Rachel and Puck, who had appeared in New York two years earlier and never left (to everyone's shock, he joined the NYPD), Kurt and Drew (his current boyfriend), Santana (studying law at Columbia and as terrifying as ever) and Brittany (who was happily teaching dance to young children) and Brody and Sarah (his current girlfriend) had already laid claim to a choice table and signed everyone up to perform throughout the night.

Everyone who wanted to…which, considering their group, meant almost everyone.

No longer in glee club, Sam still sang and played guitar in private for the sheer joy of doing so, but tonight was special. Only Puck was in on Sam's plan and had brought his guitar so that Sam's performance would be an even bigger surprise.

Not wanting to chance getting drunk, Sam cautiously sipped at his beer before switching to water, mumbling about carbs when Blaine gave him a curious look.

Throughout the night, names from their party were called at random. Rachel kill with Breathe, Blaine performed extraordinary rendition of Home, Santana charmed with She Is Love and Puck had people gaping when he saying something he'd written called Musical Soulmate.

Women in the audience were swooning and Rachel had that look in her eyes that said she'd take out anyone who tried to move in on her man. Sam had a feeling it wouldn't be too long before they caved and made things official and started producing gorgeous, freakishly talented and badass babies.

Eventually, the man running the stage called out, “Sam Evans?”

Blaine turned to him, surprised and pleased. “You're singing tonight?”

Nodding, Sam squeezed his hand and made his way up to the stage where Puck had left his guitar after his own performance. It had been a while since Sam and played for an audience, but he was on a mission, so he took a breath and approached the microphone.

“Hey everyone, I'm Sam. I haven't performed in public for a while, so bear with me. This song is for Blaine. I love you.”

Strumming the guitar, he focused on the music and looked out into the audience to meet Blaine's eyes.

“Forever can never be long enough for me
To feel like I've had long enough with you
Forget the world now we won't let them see
But there's one thing left to do
Now that the weight has lifted
Love has surely shifted my way”

Blaine clearly recognized the song, eyes wide and mouth open in a stunned smile as Sam tried to pour every bit of love he had into the next few lines.

“Marry Me
Today and every day
Marry Me
If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will

Hand over his mouth now, Blaine was nodding mutely and Sam felt his heart sing.

“Together can never be close enough for me
To feel like I am close enough to you
We’ll wear white and I'll wear out the words I love
And you're beautiful
Now that the wait is over
And love and has finally shown you my way”

He thought changing a word here and there was forgivable, as it made the song where applicable to them.

“Marry me
Today and every day
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
Promise me
You'll always be
Happy by my side
I promise to
Sing to you
When all the music dies”

Still playing, he hopped off the low stage and wove his way back to their table, stopping when he stood before Blaine.

“And marry me
Today and everyday
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
Marry me”

He sang the last three lines acappella, letting the guitar swing behind his back in favor of grasping Blaine's hands and falling to one knee. There were unshed tears shining in Blaine's eyes, so Sam felt less embarrassed to blink back his own.

“Yes, Sam. Yes!” Blaine replied, leaning forward to catch his lips in an enthusiastic, elated kiss.

Sam didn’t think he'd ever stop smiling as the room around the broke into applause and he pulled the ring out of his pocket. Sterling silver with a small diamond embedded in the metal, it wasn't fancy, but neither was he. “I know it's not…” he began, but was cut off by another kiss.

“It's perfect,” Blaine told him, allowing him to slide the ring onto his left hand. “You're perfect.”

In that moment, everything was perfect.

“Dude,” Puck commented with a rueful smile. “You do know that you've just set the bar ridiculously high for the rest of us now, right?”

Sam turned to look at their friends. Rachel, Brittany, Kurt and Sarah were also sniffling through watery smiles, while Santana was discreetly wiping her eyes. Drew didn't really know them well enough to be emotionally invested but he seemed happy, while Puck and Brody were grinning broadly.

Once he was again seated at the table, Blaine's hand tucked in his so he could feel the ring press against his skin, Santana stood and raised her glass. “All right, all right, enough of this sentimental crap. Let's just say congratulations to Trouty and Frodo. Now, Trouty’s my boy, so if you hurt him, I'm coming after you with a melon baller, but I wish you both all the happiness. You deserve it…but thank God you can't reproduce with each other, cuz that would be a funny looking, tiny kid with the most bigger than its face. If you adopt, Auntie Snakes will be here to teach it the ways of the badass, as Puckerman’s balls now seem to reside in Rachel's purse. Felicidades, mis hijos!”

To a stranger (and, clearly, to Sarah and Drew) that might not have seemed like a very nice toast, but to those who knew her, it was clearly a declaration made out of love. Sam and Blaine certainly took it that way.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, tangled together and sharing lazy kisses, Sam knew that life had turned out as it was supposed to.

For all the rushing he'd done when he was younger, it was the slow, steady climb toward love where he’d found true happiness. He was in love with someone who wanted him just as desperately and that was really all he'd ever wanted.

Blaine was everything he'd ever wanted.

As though sensing him thinking, Blaine pulled back a little and rested their brows together. “What's on your mind, Love?”

Sam smiled at the term of endearment. “How does Blaine and Sam Anderson-Evans sounds to you?”

A slow grin lit Blaine’s face. “It sounds like home, Sam. Home and the rest of our lives.”

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Title: Meeting Mr. Evans Ch 1 & 2
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Prompt: Blaine as a kindergarten teacher and Sam a parent of one of Blaine's students
Type / Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!

Sitting back at his desk, Blaine Anderson took a deep breath as he waited for the arrival of his last scheduled appointment. His first experience of parent-teacher conference night seemed to be going pretty well, but his students were kindergartners. Kids that age were great, not yet the evil little hormone balls they became in middle school. Sure, there were the occasional behavioral issues, Sophie’s habit of climbing the furniture, Jimmy's fondness for eating paste, etc., but all in all, they were good kids.

Including Lily, whose parents were 5 minutes late.

Just as he had that thought, blonde head poked in through the partially open door. “Mr. Anderson?”

“That's me,” Blaine replied, rising to greet the man who stepped into the room. “Mr. Evans?”

He nodded and gave Blaine a rather heart stopping smile. Quickly, Blaine tried to rein in any inappropriate reaction, as it wouldn’t be appropriate to check out the father of one of his students, but Mr. Evans was a handsome man.

“Sam,” the blonde said, shaking Blaine's outstretched hand before folding himself into one of the visitor's chairs by the desk. “Sorry I was a bit late. Got caught up at work .”

Blaine nodded and settled himself in his own chair. “That's all right. I know these things can be a little hard to fit into already busy schedules.”

Seemingly reassured by that statement, Mr. Evans…Sam nodded. “So how's Lily doing in class?”

“Wonderfully,” Blaine replied honestly. “Both socially and academically. She gets along with the other students, doesn't have trouble sharing -- which can be an issue for only children -- and she participates in group activities, both as a leader or a team member depending on what the situation warrants. Her basic math skills are on track and her reading comprehension is better-than-expected.”

“Oh, that's great to hear,” Sam breathed, release clear in his voice. “Her mother, she was real smart. I was pretty sure Lily was gonna take after her in that way, but she’s still so young, so I didn’t know if it would get worse for her later or something.”

“Worse in what way?” Blaine asked, honestly curious.

“Trouble learning,” Sam responded, sounding suddenly more tired. “I’m dyslexic, so school wasn’t very pleasant for me. I haven’t noticed Lily having the troubles I did, but I still worry.”

“All good parents worry.” It was a true statement, but one Blaine wouldn't have said to many other parents, as they tended to look at him like he was a child. Most of them were least a few years older than he, at 23, was, but Sam looked to be about his age.

For the next 10 to 15 minutes, Blaine showed Sam around the room, pointing out several of Lily's drawings on the wall. She seemed to enjoy drawing superheroes, always aided by 2 policemen, one blonde and one brunette.

Sam's grin had widened further upon seeing the pictures. “She loves The Hulk,” he said with a chuckle.

“Hmmm, who doesn't?” Blaine hummed in agreement, then asked, “You wouldn't happen to be a police officer, would you?”

“Good guess,” Sam replied. “Sometimes, instead of reading at night, she makes up stories where we go out and fight super villains with the Avengers and Puck, my partner.”

He pointed to the dark haired drawing and Blaine blinked. “His last name wouldn’t be Puckerman, would it?”

Sam looked at him, clearly puzzled. “Yeah. How'd you know?”

“Rachel is in my theater group,” Blaine told him him. “I know her husband is a police officer and I figured Puck had to be some kind of a nickname…Puckerman….”

Now Sam was laughing slightly. “Are you Blaine?” he asked and, when he got a nod in response, he continued, “She’s told us a bit about you, says you’ve got a great voice.”

Coming from Rachel, that was quite a compliment. “I get by,” he said modestly, hoping his cheeks didn’t flush at the compliment.

“You’re coming to their barbeque on Saturday, right?”

“How did you…she mentioned that?” Blaine was surprised she would tell her husband’s partner the guest list for a small party.

Sam nodded. “She’ll be so disappointed she didn’t get the chance to introduce us. I think she was hoping to play matchmaker.”

At a loss for words now, Blaine simply parroted the word, “Matchmaker?”

“Usually I try to avoid her set-ups, but you seem nice. And Lily loves you, so bonus points.”

This wasn't at all how Blaine pictured parent-teacher night ending, but he couldn't complain.

Saturday was unseasonably warm, so Blaine pair a short-sleeved red polo with light weight black slacks, bringing a cardigan in case the temperature dropped. Having only moved to the area a few months earlier (before the school year began), he had yet to nail down the local weather idiosyncrasies.

Rachel had said to arrive at noon, so at 11:55, when he parked a few houses down from her address, he assumed he'd be right on time. Clearly, several other people arrived early. Plate of sugar cookies in hand, he made his way up the walk, hearing voices echo around from the back of the house.

“Evans, you’re a cop! At least pretend to be bitter and jaded like the rest of us.”

Blaine smiled a little when Sam's voice replied, “Not happening, Santana. Someone's got a smile instead of scaring…Ow! Hey!”

“Not in front of the kids, Satan!”

Having followed the voices around the side of the house, Blaine chuckled to see Sam squirming and trying to dislodge the arm a beautiful Latina had wrapped around his neck in some kind of a rough game. Others scattered around looked on in amusement and the big guy with the close cropped mohawk and a toddler perched on the shoulders was rolling his eyes. “If you're going to fight her, at least try to win!”

“Noah, Sam is a gentleman,” Rachel chided, appearing from nowhere. “He isn't going to overpower a lady.”

“We're talking about Santana, Rach.”

“Still…Blaine! You made it. And you brought cookies. Come meet everyone,” Rachel said quickly, and cringed as something crashed inside the house. “Oh no, I left Finn and Brittany in the kitchen….”

She ran off without further explanation and her husband turned to Blaine. “I'm Puck. This is Hannah,” he pointed up the toddler. “So…Rachel’s playing yenta with you and Sam?”

Clearly, Sam was out to his friends, so Blaine felt comfortable enough to nod. “That's what he said.”

Puck eyed him. “Sam’s my partner and my bro. I'd say all kick your ass if you hurt him, but you're kinda tiny so I feel weird…and then sick Santana on you.”

By this point, Lily had jumped onto Santana's back, giggling and saying, “I’ll save you, Daddy!”

Smiling, Santana released Sam. “It's your lucky day, Trouty,” she laughed, peeling Lily offer back and settling her onto her lap.

“For some reason, I feel I should fear her,” Blaine said quietly and Puck nodded in agreement.

“If you do, it means you're not stupid. She's the girl that had razor blades in her hair in high school and now carries a gun.”

“I'll remember that.”

“Mr. Anderson!”

Lily had noticed him and was waving happily.

As he approached the table, Sam smiled and Santana poked him with a grin. “Santana Lopez, meet Blaine Anderson. He's Lily's teacher.”

“You don't say,” the woman drawled. “Where are you sending my girl to school, the Shire?”

Sam shrugged at Blaine. “For her that's actually a very pleasant greeting.”

“Mr. Anderson, what are you doing here?” Lily asked. “Auntie Rachel got me a new book. Do you want to see?”

“Aunt Rachel invited him,” Sam told his daughter with a smile.

Nodding, Blaine agreed. “She did and I'd love to see your book.”

Lily grinned and scampered off. Santana rose more slowly. “Well, I'm gonna go find Britt. I heard a crash earlier.”

As she strode away, Sam waved Blaine towards the now empty bench. “Just a warning, our group can be a little…much, sometimes. A lot of big personalities. If it gets to be too crazy for you, just find me…or Mike and Tina or Joe,” he nodded over to an attractive Asian couple who were chatting with a dreadlocked man. “They're more mellow than….”

“Noah! Jacob! Do not throw Hannah around!”

Puck and a younger man who bore a resemblance to him were gently tossing a giggling Hannah between them. Rachel did not approve this activity and was waving a spatula at her husband.

Choosing that moment to return, Lily ignored the Puckerman’s drama and clambered onto her father's lap, holding out a book to Blaine. “See!”

“Sheet music?” Blaine is expected a storybook of some sort, but instead he found collection of music appropriate for young child. “Are you learning the piano?”

She nodded happily. “Daddy says I'm almost big enough to play guitar like him! Can you play?”

Blaine nodded. “Guitar and piano.”

“Overachiever,” Sam teased, tickling Lily. “Puck’s bound to have a spare guitar lying around somewhere…these gatherings inevitably end in song.”

“Sam, Blaine, you've met!” Rachel said, hurrying over with Hannah. “Lovely. Could you keep an eye on her for a moment, Sam? Noah and Finn are about to play with the grill and I don't want her hanging on her father's leg when he lights himself on fire.”

“Sure,” Sam laughed, sitting Hannah on his knees beside Lily as Rachel tried to be subtle about hovering over by the garden hose.

“So, lunch, music and potential pyrotechnics,” Blaine mused. “Interesting.”

“A good time will be had by all,” Sam replied. “I hope we’re not scaring you off.”

Blaine grinned. “It will take a lot more than that,” he said softly, smiling as Lily and Hannah giggled over a toy the little brunette had pulled out of her overalls.

Sam met his gaze with a smile of his own. “Good.”

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Title: Not So Private Dancer
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Prompt: For some reason sam gives blaine a lap dance at a glee party and they both like it. a lot!
Type / Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexytimes!
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!

To look at them, chattering in the corner about who knew what, you never would've guessed Sam and Brittany had recently dated and broken up. Sure, their relationship been short-lived, but still, their immediate transition back to buddies was unusual and enviable.

Months after Kurt had ended things, he and Blaine on speaking terms, tentatively trying to reestablish their friendship. They spoke on the phone about once a week, keeping things light and it gave Blaine hoped that he would lose Kurt altogether.

Taking a sip of…well, he was pretty sure Sam had handed him a glass of bourbon earlier, but that was long gone and liquid in his glass was currently a rather violet shade of green. He had no idea what he was drinking, but it didn't taste horrible and it burned going down.

Everyone, save Joe, Jake & Marley, was fairly trashed, giggling and dancing and singing and playing video games (badly) in Sugar’s party basement. A good time was being had by all, even the sober people.

“Oh my God,” Tina practically shouted through burst of laughter. “What are you doing to that chair?”

All heads turned to see Sam straddling backwards chair, wriggling oddly.

“Showing Britt how to give a lap dance,” Sam replied, then frowned at the chair. “It loses something without someone there.”

“Who wants a lap dance from Sam?” Brittany said, clapping her hands, clearly thinking this was a good solution.

“Oh, me! Me!” Sugar yelped with a grin and Blaine snorted, sinking further into the couch cushions.

Sam made a face. “It would be too weird to give any of you girls a lap dance, I know you,” he mumbled. “I feel all kinds of pervy”

Frowning as she thought that one over Brittany finally gave his shoulder shove and said, “How about Blaine? He won't be freaked out having boy parts close to him and, sent to both got boy parts, you won't have to feel like a perv.”

Sam blinked, then shrugged. “You okay with that, dude?”

Knowing his face was probably turning bright red, Blaine tried to play it cool. “Oh no, how will I ever survived having my hot friend wiggle around on my lap?”

It came out sounding appropriately sarcastic and everyone chuckled.

“Okay,” Sam said, make his way over to stand in front of Blaine. “Now, Britt, there will be some parts you'll probably have to change up a bit to be effective with Santana.”

She nodded very seriously. “So, I strip down first?”

“It's easier that way,” Sam agreed and Blaine almost choked before he continued, “but I'm going to stay dressed night.”

“Aw,” she pouted. “You look so pretty with your shirt off…Even Santana thinks so.”

Sam chuckled and shucked his shirt, dropping it onto the floor. “The pants stay. Now, watch.”

He turned to face Blaine and began by swaying his hips, making small, sinuous figure eights before he raised a hand, caressing down the side of his neck, over a pec and then smoothing across those amazing abs.

Blaine took a deep breath when Sam's fingers hooked in a belt loop and he dropped smoothly into a crouch, hands on his own thighs as he spread them, almost obscenely undulating his hips as he rose slowly.

“Impressive,” Blaine murmured, proud that his voice was only a little strangled and he bit back any noise when Sam stepped forward and practically glided onto the couch, these on either side of Blaine’s thighs, hips still rolling.

Miles of smooth white skin stretched taut over for muscles oh so close distracted Blaine from paying attention to anything else as Sam planted his hands on either side of Blaine's head. Muscles rippled as he executed some kind of slow shimmy, torso just barely brushing against Blaine who rallied all self-control not to buck up into him.

It only got worse when you realize he could feel Sam, more than half hard, pressing against his belly through layers of clothing. For brief moment, played wondered why the other boy was rubbing against him, but then Sam arched, body tipping back in sinuous curve.

Yeah, Blaine stopped wondering about pretty much everything at that point and, as though his hand had a mind of its own, he smoothed up palm along Sam's tense abdomen, feeling the muscles jump and twitch.

When Sam curled body back up right, he grinned at Blaine and tapped the hand still low on his belly. “At the club, that would cost extra.”

Blaine bit his lip and tried to shrug non-chalantly, but couldn't quite not whimper when Sam slid off his lap and use his knees to spread Blaine’s thighs wide. As he took another one of those dropped into a crouch maneuvers, his hands brushed lightly against Blaine’s legs, smiling as he finally rose again and turned.

Wondering if the lap dance was over, Blaine made a muffled noise when Sam sat himself on the edge of the couch, between Blaine’s legs, his denim clad ass just brushing Blaine’s groin. He arched again, leaning back, all rolling hips and writhing torso, arms rising to reach back in touch Blaine's neck, his face, fingers working into layers of gel.

Not caring how much of a mess hair probably was, Blaine again let himself touch Sam’s stomach. If Sam was okay grinding back against him, a little touching couldn’t be out of the question.

At that point, the room around them had faded into the background noises, unimportant, and when Sam's head rolled back onto his shoulder, Blaine drew a breath. Sam's cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and dark and he was breathing heavily. When he caught Blaine's gaze, smiled, lazy and sexy and said, “Hey.”

Hand in his hair tightened and Blaine whined low in his throat, arms wrapping more firmly around Sam, giving up pretenses and rocking his hips. His cock strained against the confines his slacks, grinding hard into the curve of Sam’s ass….

Considering the stimulation, it shouldn't have been a shock when he came, but it was, stunning and blinding. Shaking through climax, Blaine buried his face in Sam shoulder, gasping open mouthed against her sweat slicked skin.

Everything was pleasantly muted and fuzzy and Sam was a warm, nice smelling blanket relaxed over him. Eventually, Blaine regained use of his brain and he took stock of the situation.

He’d just cum, dry humping his best friend during a lap dance demonstration in a room full of their friends.

At some point, his hands are clearly wandered, as he was kneading Sam's cock, jeans wet under his palm, suggesting Sam had come too.

He could still hear the videogame and the other guys being far louder than necessary.

His buzz seemed to have dissipated at some point mid-orgasm.

“I'm going to go call Santana,” Brittany said breathily and Blaine felt the coach shift and she leaned closer. The sound of a kiss on skin seemed to echo, then she was pushing on Sam's shoulder, squeezing in to peck Blaine on the cheek. “Thanks guys. That was awesome.”

“No problem,” Sam replied, sounding a little wrecked. He shifted and Blaine grunted up pressure on his oversensitive dick. Slowly, Sam managed to climb off of Blaine, legs more than a little shaky.

Brittany was nowhere to be seen and Tina, Marley, Unique and Kitty or at least pretending to look away. Sugar just gave him a thumbs up and the guys were pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Before Blaine could think of anything to say (because, really, what one say in this situation?), Sam wrapped a hand around his wrist and hauled him unsteadily to his feet, shepherding him into the bathroom and closing the door.

Gripping the countertop, Blaine caught a look at his reflection, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated and hair a complete disaster. “Sam…I’m so sorr….”

His words were cut off when Sam turned him and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine slips, causing him to make a soft sound of surprise for leaning into the taller boy with a sigh. The kiss was languid, slow and exploratory and, when Sam leaned back, they were both smiling.

“Just so you know,” Sam murmured, nose brushing gently against Blaine’s, “that's the first time I've had a lap dance and like that.”

“Ooh, I feel special,” Blaine replied softly, letting a hand smooth across Sam's bare shoulder.

One of Sam's hands settled at the base of Blaine spine, pulling them together firmly. “You should,” he said, then a new flush suffused his cheeks. “First time someone else has been involved when I've…you know.”

Blaine's breath caught. “What about…You’ve dated a few girls. Never?” He asked, not really able to leave it. “I mean, Quinn and Mercedes, sure, but not Santana or Brittany?”

Rolling his eyes, Sam said, “We’re really going to talk about my ex girlfriends? Okay. Quinn, scared of another baby. Mercedes wanted to wait for marriage. Santana scared the hell out of me, plus I knew neither one of us was in it for the right reasons…and Brittany, well, I knew she was still love Santana. So yeah, virgin.”

“All your exes are girls. I'm not.”

That made Sam laugh. “That would explain the dick poking me in the thigh,” he snickered and Blaine would have been embarrassed, but he was a teenage boy and this was the first time in months anyone had been interested and in proximity, so his refractory period was pretty short. “But seriously dude, I'm not confused or anything. I figured out some stuff a while ago. Just took a while to get comfortable, you know?”

He really did know. “So this is…?”

“Happening out of order,” Sam grinned. “I mean, I would've liked a few dates first… Not that I'm complaining, but this wasn't the best place for that.”

“No,” Blaine agreed. “Want to go to movie tomorrow? Then grab dinner and another movie at my place?”

“Sounds good,” Sam replied, then rolled his hips, pressing himself against Blaine. “But since we've already….”

Blaine scrunched his nose. “Not here,” he said firmly, then tried to kiss away Sam's crestfallen expression. “But go say goodbye and grab your shirt. My parents are out of town.”

When they stumbled back into the outer room, loudly saying good night, they received several knowing looks.

“Be safe,” Tina sing songed with a grin.

Jake looked up with a surprisingly placid smile and shrugged. “Night guys. Go get you some!”

And get some they did.

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Title: A Night Out
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Prompt: Sam goes with Blaine to Scandals for support and Blaine is surprised how comfortable Sam is there. Maybe Sam even flirts with some guy. Blaine gets jealous.
Type / Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!

“What's with the face?”

Looking up from his phone, Blaine met Sam's curious gaze and sighed. “Sebastian's just being annoying.”

“What does he want?” the blonde asked with a frown. “And I thought he stopped bugging you after last year.”

Blaine shrugged. “Apparently, he's been Facebook lurking and, since I changed my status to single, he started texting again. He wants me to go to Scandals with him.”

The expression on Sam's face said he was clearly a little confused. “What's Scandals?”

“A gay bar,” Blaine replied quietly, glancing around the hall to be sure he wasn't overheard. Not that people didn't know he was gay, but it was better to be low key about it at McKinley. “I wouldn't mind going, but I feel weird going alone with him. He might read something into it.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully and shut his locker, shouldering his backpack, ready to leave for the weekend. “I could go with you,” he offered easily. “Would that help?”

Turning to stare, Blaine asked, “You did hear me say gay bar, right?”

“Yeah, not a big deal,” Sam laughed. “So, what do you say?”

That was how Blaine found himself in the rather surreal situation of walking into Scandals with Sam, who had a really good fake ID. He kept glancing over to see if Sam was freaking out, but the taller boy didn't seem to be uncomfortable.

At the bar, Sebastian smiled at him, but the grin faded when he saw Sam. “Didn't know this was the sort of scene any of you other New Directions boys were into!” he said with a smirk as he extended a beer to Blaine.

“Yeah, well, you don't know me,” Sam replied, then waved the bartender over. “Heineken, please.”

“The same,” Blaine added, not taking the proffered drink from the Warbler. “Sebastian, I don't think you and Sam have met directly, so…Sam, Sebastian. Sebastian, Sam.”

Sam nodded and Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “First time in a bar like this, Sammy?”

That earned a snort. “Hardly.”

Wait…What? “What?” he asked, voicing his thoughts aloud and staring at Sam with big eyes.

Still glaring at Sebastian, Sam lowered his head to whisper in the Blaine’s ear. “When I was working in Kentucky, there is this club in Louisville that would hire us for an occasional night to dance in these cages that were suspended up over the dance floor. They’d grease us up, cover us in glitter and I’d spend a night gyrating in hot pants over a room full of guys.”

Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, Blaine said, “Jesus, Sam! That's…an interesting mental image!”

“What did he say?” Sebastian asked, clearly curious.

Sam just smiled enigmatically and settled himself onto a bar stool, obviously not going to repeat what he told Blaine. Taking a long draw on his drink, Blaine turned to Sam. “I don't want to leave you to the wolves, but I think I'm going to dance for a bit.”

With the grin, Sam saluted him with his bottle. “Dude, it's cool. Have fun. I'll be here.”

Since he seemed to be okay, Blaine nodded and downed the rest of his drink before making his way toward the moderately busy dance floor. There were more people present than there had been the last time he'd been to scandals and he didn't lack for partners. Fortunately, the music is fast and he was able to enjoy himself while keeping things light, with a minimum of physical contact.

Occasionally, Sebastian, who had followed him out onto the floor, made an attempt to pull him closer, but it was nothing too aggressive, so Blaine held his ground and kept him at a distance.

Every now and then, Blaine looked over to see how Sam was doing. His friend was still seated at the bar, blonde hair gleaming in the dim lights. Sometimes he spoke with other people who sidled up beside him, but they never hung around for too long.

Except for one guy. Tall, younger than most of Scandals regular clientele (in his mid-20’s), with tousled dark hair, he had been perched beside Sam for the past 15 minutes. Whatever he was saying had caught Sam's attention, because the blonde was responding, even laughing occasionally.

When the man reached out and straightened the collar of Sam's blue, plaid shirt, Blaine decided he had better intervene.

Winding his way to the dancers, Blaine made his way back to Sam’s side. “Hey,” he said, a little breathless from his exertions on the floor. “Having fun?”

Sam smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. Just talking music with Hank here. We’re both classic Garth Brooks fans.”

“Pre-Chris Gaines fiasco,” the man said with a wide smile, eyeing Blaine assessingly.

Garth Brooks was a country legend, Blaine knew that much, but he had no idea who the other person was. “Okay,” he simply smiled. “Glad you weren't to bored over here.”

“I told you I'd be fine,” Sam reassured him, then cocked his head to the side. “You all right?”

“Sure,” he replied, glancing over to where Sebastian was hovering by the edge of the dancers. “He's being a little…grabby, but nothing too….”

“I'm not being much of a buffer sitting over here,” Sam said, sliding easily off his seat and giving Hank a nod. “Nice to meet you.”

Hank looked a bit disgruntled, but Blaine didn't really care as Sam walked with him back out onto the dance floor. Sam's presence didn't entirely deter Sebastian, who remained close, but it did cut out the physical contact.

Sam’s dancing did draw a bit of a crowd though and Blaine tried not to laugh as he grabbed his friends hips, stilling their movement. “Sam,” he said with a grin, “maybe a little less thrusting would be good.”

“Oh,” was all Sam replied, cheeks flushing. “Right.”

Before Blaine released his hold on Sam, the music shifted, going from a fast dance beat to a slower, more romantic number. Quickly, he pulled his hands back, thinking Sam would probably want to head back to the bar and, honestly, Blaine would join him. Given his choices….

His train of thought was derailed as Sam caught one of his hands, pulling him closer and wrapping an arm around him. Freehand catching Sam's shoulder, Blaine fell into step as they swayed gently to the music.

Surprised, but not unpleasantly so, Blaine let himself relax against his friend. Sam seemed at ease and, after a moment, Blaine asked, “You do know that guy was hitting on you, right?”

“Yup,” Sam replied with a smile. “Not my type though. Too tall.”

“Ah, then I stand a chance,” Blaine teased, grinning as Sam chuckled.

“You know it,” Sam said easily, giving them a little hug.

Something in Sam's tone made Blaine inhale sharply. Squeezing the taller boy shoulder, he said, “Don’t tease about that, Sam. Just don't.”

Sam was quiet for a minute, just moving to the music, before he murmured, “I’m not.”

Those two words made Blaine freeze and Sam was quick to babble, “I mean, yeah, I've got little crush, but you're my bro, so I totally get it if you don't think of me like that. Geeze, I'm bad at this….”

Craning his neck to look Sam in the eye, Blaine said, “You have a crush? On me?”

Sam's face was red. “Please tell me I didn't just screw this up. I don't want to lose my best friend.”

There was such fear in Sam's eyes that Blaine simply pulled Sam into a tight hug, his cheek pressing into Sam’s shoulder. “No, Sam, no. Nothing’s screwed up, I promise. I'm just…surprised.”

Sam's arms were warm and strong as they returned the embrace. “Sorry to just spring that on you.”

“Don't worry about it,” Blaine replied, pulling back the keeping hold of Sam's hand. “C’mon, we should talk.”

Sam was quiet as he allowed Blaine to tow him out to the car. Once they were safely inside the relative privacy of the vehicle, Blaine chewed his lip before asking, “So…you’re bi? I didn't know.”

Nodding, Sam responded, “Yeah, not many people do. I told my parents during the beginning of my junior year, once I’d worked things out for myself. They don't have a problem with it, which was a big relief.”

“That's good,” Blaine said, happy Sam's parents were supportive. His own parents, while not openly unpleasant, just tried to ignore his sexuality. “How come you haven't said anything before?”

“It hasn't come up,” Sam used with a shrug, then he got expression on his face that Blaine had learned meant he was searching for the words he wanted to express himself. “I'm not defined by it, you know? I'm just Sam, the same guy have always been.”

“And you like me,” Blaine stated. “Why? You know about what I….”

“I know you made a mistake,” Sam interrupted fiercely. “I also know you hated yourself for doing so. I still hate myself for encouraging Mercedes to leave Shane for me. People do things sometimes that hurt others. The fact that we regret it tells me we’re not bad, just human.”

Earnest Sam always made Blaine smile and Sam returned expression, reaching over to grab Blaine’s hands he continued, “You’re my best friend. You get me. I like spending time together and I think about you when you're not around. I like to make you laugh and smile and you’ve got beautiful eyes and I think about kissing you when….”

Leaning across the armrest, Blaine wrapped a hand around the back of Sam's neck, drawing him in to press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. Sam quieted easily, returning a tension gently but happily.

When they broke apart, they were both smiling.

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