gettingthereanderson

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam chuckled, rubbing his forehead after Blaine bumped his against it, the alcohol numbing any pain he might have normally felt. “Okay, okay..” he agreed with Blaine. His best friend was right, undressing each other was more fun than undressing yourself. He managed to rid Blaine of his pants as best as he good before Blaine tugged him to his feet. 

“Maybe.. less change of carpet burns.. those are no fun,” he wrapped his arm around Blaine’s waist, “like at all.” He tugged Blaine along with him, leading the way up the stairs and into Blaine’s room. “I know that silly.. it’s super comfy.. and bouncy,” he added with a giggle before he let himself fall backwards on top of Blaine’s bed, pulling Blaine with him.

Blaine stumbled upstairs towards his bedroom, laughing happily as he kicked open his door, quickly kicking off his shoes as Sam fell back against his bed, pulling him on top of him. Blaine grinned, dipping his head and pressing a messy kiss to Sam’s lips, the tip of his nose bumping lightly against Sam’s as he slipped his leg in between Sam’s, and pressed down and felt his arousal pressed up against him. 

“Hm, plenty bouncy,” Blaine murmured, nipping playfully at Sam’s lips, as he slipped his hands in between them, popping open the button of Sam’s jeans and tugging the zipper down, laughing quietly against Sam’s lips as he kissed him again.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

“Hi,” Sam grinned up to Blaine, happily kissing him back when Blaine dipped his head. He moaned into the kiss, pushing his hips up into Blaine’s like it was the most normal thing to do.

Sam struggled to sit up, helping Blaine with taking of his own jacket before he tugged at the other’s shirt, pushing it up. He hummed happily at the sight of Blaine’s bare chest. “You so hot,” he told him while he trailed a hand down over the boy’s chest, struggling to open his pants, “Maybe,” he pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips, giggling when another attempt to pop open the boy’s trousers failed yet again. “.. you better do you and I do me.” he laughed when he heard his own words back. “That sounds sooo bad. I mean.. You undress you, I undress me. Yes?” 

Blaine laughed as he heard Sam talking, his head knocking against Sam’s causing a surprised umph to fall from his lips, it was drowned out by his laughter though. He shook his head, moving to place his hands on top of Sam’s, “Nooo,” he told him, “More fun undressing you,” he told him like it was obvious as he shifted his weight slightly, hands fumbling to pop open the button of Sam’s pants, finally managing to get them open as he pushed them down his legs.

“Maybe...maybe it’s better we move this upstairs?” he suggested, quickly tugging Sam up onto his feet, swaying slightly as he clung to him, ignoring the small pile of clothes on the floor, “My bed is super comfy...”

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam lifted his arms up in triumph when he managed to unlock the door. “We in!” He let himself be tugged inside by Blaine, pushing the door closed just before his best friend missed a step. Sam giggled as they landed in a heap on the floor. His hands found their way around Blaine while he kissed him back and he rolled onto his back, pulling Blaine on top of him. 

After a few minute, or maybe it were mere seconds Sam pulled out of the kiss. “Clothes.. way too many.” he mentioned, already trying to get Blaine’s scarf off.  

Blaine giggled as Sam swiftly rolled them over, moving him on top of his best friend, and Blaine gently reached down and brushed some of Sam’s hair out of his eyes, “Hi,” he grinned sheepishly, before dipping his head to capture Sam’s lips in a heated kiss, rolling his hips down against Sam’s, barely even thinking what he was doing, but he knew it felt good, like really good.

“Hm?” he hummed, lips seeking out Sam’s when the other pulled back out of the kiss, eyes opening and pulling together in confusion as he tried to figure out why he’d possibly stop kissing, when he finally realised what it was he’d said to him. He giggled, reaching up and helping Sam remove his scarf, and quickly shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before moving his hands to tug eagerly at Sam’s jacket, “No fair...” he muttered, tongue sticking out in concentration, struggling to remove Sam’s jacket in his own drunken state.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

“Under the math,” Sam repeated breathlessly. He slipped a hand into Blaine’s curls, tugging at the end of them as his best friend rested his head against his chest. “So going to continue when we get inside,” he murmured as he removed his other hand from Blaine’s pocket, “so can’t wait to feel this in my hand for real,” he flicked his thumb over the tip of Blaine’s cock, clearly outlined against the fabric of Blaine’s pants. 

He bend down and got the key from under the mat, and after struggling to get it into the lock he finally managed to open it. “Oh yeah! We in!” he exclaimed, swinging the door open. 

Blaine giggled quietly as he rested his head against Sam’s chest, feeling Sam’s fingers threading through his messy curls. “Now that’s something I definitely can’t wait for,” he said with a cheeky little grin, lifting his head slightly to press his lips against Sam’s, giggling against them, as if still unable to believe that this was actually happening.

He made a small, pleased sound when Sam finally managed to unlock the door, “You did it!” he exclaimed, taking Sam’s hand and quickly tugging him inside, completely missing the step and stumbling into the hallway, pulling Sam with him and landing with a thud. He laughed, nuzzling his head against Sam’s, the alcohol in his system numbing the pain he should’ve experienced, as he took Sam’s face in his hand, and kissed him deeply. They could stay here a few more minutes, they had all night.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

“Fuck!” Sam’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Blaine’s hips pushed against his own hard on. It hadn’t register to his drunken brain that he was as turned on as his best friend was at the moment. “Where’s the spare key?” he asked when his mind cleared for a second or two. 

He leaned back, fingers still brushing along Blaine’s length while he waited for his friend to answer. He was in love with the sounds that kept falling from Blaine’s lips and was determent to make his friend utter those wonderful moans and groans for as long as he could., 

“Uh...” Blaine started, though it was becoming harder and harder for him to concentrate as Sam continued to touch him like that. He could feel himself growing irritated at the amount of layers that they still had between them, and he’d have given anything to get Sam out of his pants, but since they were still on his doorstep, that probably wasn’t such a good idea - he didn’t want to scare the neighbours or anything like that. 

“Fuck..Sammy...” Blaine whimpered, as his fingers continued to tease along his length, Blaine’s hips moving against the touch, his eyes fluttering for a second as he tried to get come control over his thoughts. ‘U-Under the mat...” he muttered, head dropping forward and resting lightly against Sam’s chest as he sucked in a steadying breath.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam kept Blaine close with his other hand and started rocking them slowly, pushing back into Blaine’s hands, as his fingered brushed along the hard bulge he could feel in his friend’s pocket. A soft little moan escaped him when Blaine squeezed his ass again. “Huh, what?..” Sam looked at him, confused why the other boy started laughing. “Ooh… OOH,” his eyes widened as Blaine’s words started to sink in. He tentatively ran his thumb along the length, “no keys,” and he loved the sound that fell from Blaine’s lips so he repeated the movement trying to pull that sound from his friend again. “Good?” he whispered against the other’s lips, claiming them in a kiss again.   

Blaine’s eyes flicked up to meet Sam’s, watching as that adorable confused expression swept across his face. He grinned at him, waiting for him to realise what he meant, then giggled again when realisation hit him. “Mhm..” he nodded, reaching up to meet Sam’s lips in another kiss, pressing himself even closer to Sam, groaning quietly as Sam’s fingers continued to brush over him.

“No keys,” he repeated, though he didn’t really care all that much about them right now, not when Sam was giving him exactly what he needed. His breath caught in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers curled at the back of Sam’s neck, hips jutting forward at the friction, “So good...”

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

“Sam Evans would love if Blaine Anderson touched his butt as well,” Sam giggled ad he gave Blaine’s ass a squeeze before he started to rummage through his friend’s pocket again. “Damn, not in here,” he muttered, slipping his other hand into the other back pocket. He hummed softly, tugging Blaine closer to him when the boy pressed back into his hands again, claiming his lips for another hungry kiss. 

His hips moved against Blaine’s as they kissed, his eyes flying open. “Oooh.. I think I found them.” Sam said, moving one of his hands from Blaine’s back pocket to one in the front after he felt something hard pressed against him. 

“Hm, would he now?” Blaine giggled, hands slowly reaching around Sam’s waist, and sliding down to gip Sam’s ass, giving it a firm little squeeze, pressing himself back into Sam’s hand as he continued to hunt for Blaine’s keys. “Nope,” Blaine grinned, giving Sam’s ass another squeeze as their lips met again in another hungry kiss. He groaned softly into it, stepping closer to him, their bodies pressed firmly together.

He groaned as Sam’s hips collided with his own, pushing back against him to allow more friction between the two of them, already becoming irritable over the amount of layers still between them. His eyes flew open, laughing loudly against Sam’s lips, “Sammy...?” he said, trying to keep his voice low, “Uh...that’s not my keys...” he giggled, lips pressing against Sam’s lips as he leaned even closer into Sam’s touch, moaning softly at the feeling.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam’s arms found their way around Blaine’s waist where he rested his hands on the small of the other’s back. He giggled, moving his nose against Blaine’s “Eskimo kisses are awesome!” he told his best friend, before pecking the other’s lips. “ But Blainey kissed are the most awesomest!” he stated. 

“Oh, not good. I can help look for them.” Sam mentioned, moving a hand, sliding it over Blaine’s hip and then he slipped it into the other boy’s pocket, searching for the key. He looked down, licking his lips when his eyes landed on Blaine’s kiss swollen lips. “You so pretty,” he mumbled, dipping his head to claim his best friend’s lips for another kiss, all the while rummaging Blaine’s pocket with his long fingers. 

Blaine giggled, reaching up to tug Sam down to his level, their lips crashing together in a mixture of tongue and teeth, his fingers slipping into Sam’s hair. They should’ve been doing this age ago, all that time wasted being stupid, when they could’ve been fooling around together like this. God, he was such an idiot sometimes.

Blaine laughed as Sam offered to help him look for his key’s, sliding his hand into his back pocket, “Sam Evans is touching my ass,” he giggled, trying to keep his voice quiet, like it was some dirty little secret, but in his drunken state he was actually louder than ever. “Hmm...and you so sexy,” Blaine murmured, lips pressed against Sam’s, pressing back into the hand on his ass, as Sam hunted for the key.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam sighed happily into the kiss, relieved that his best friend was feeling the same as Sam was. Happy he didn’t have to hold back anymore and he got to kiss those lips he been staring at for a while now, wondering what they would feel like pressed against his own. It felt perfect, even better than he had thought it would be like. 

Chuckling he rested his forehead against Blaine’ for a second. “Okay, not stupid,” he muttered, tilting hi head a little to give Blaine room to indulge his needs to pepper his neck with little kisses. A soft groan escaped him when he felt the tug on his skin from Blaine grazing his skin. “Yeah so much time,” he whispered against the other’s lips. Indulging in the little sweet kisses for a while. He leaned back, his smile growing wider and wider as he listened to Blaine’s words. He gasped when Blaine pressed himself against him, his heart rate climbing when the sound of Blaine’s moan reached his ear. “Yeah, let’s get out of here..” Sam agreed, fingers finding their way into Blaine’s hair. He softly tugged at the end of Blaine’s curls and dipped his head to claim his lips one more time. 

He reluctantly helped Blaine to stand n his own feet again, keeping an arm wrapped around his friend’s waist as they hailed a cab and got back to blaine’s house.  

Blaine could barely keep his hands off Sam as they sat in the back of the cab back to his house. Stealing kisses off his best friend, moaning quietly into them, much to the annoyance of their driver, not that Blaine was really paying too much attention to him right now, completely wrapped up in Sam and how good it felt to finally be kissing him. He fumbled with the cash in his pocket, throwing some at the driver in his haste, and stumbling out of the cab, tugging Sam with him, giggling as they stumbled towards his door, turning around and tugging Sam closer to him, their bodies pressed firmly together, as he stood up on his toes and crashed his lips against Sam’s, reaching up and wrapping his arms around his best friends.

“Kinda need you right now...” he muttered, nipping playfully at Sam’s lips, “Kinda can’t find my keys,” he laughed playfully against Sam’s lips, tip of his nose bumping lightly against Sam’s. He was so wasted right now, but none of that seemed to matter, as there was nowhere else he’d rather be right now, than here in Sam’s arms.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

sammykenobi:

Sam let his fingers uncurl from around Blaine’s wrist and took a step back. “No, no I didn’t think that.. I just, I didn’t know how to tell you..” Sam replied, carefully choosing his words. He didn’t want to make Blaine even more upset then he seemed right now. “I do trust you. I really do, B..” He sighed, cursing his own foolish behavior. He should have known his best friend would react like this. Not knowing what else to do to make it clear to Blaine that he was being serious when he told him about his true feelings Sam surged forward, pressing his lips against Blaine’s. Consequences be damned.. 

He held his breath when he felt Blaine go still, not responding to the kiss right away. ‘Shit, shit shit..I screwed up’  Just before he was about to pull back out of the kiss he felt Blaine respond to it, actually kiss him back. Sam sighed against Blaine’s lips, relieved, lips turning up in a smile as Blaine’s hand found their way to the back of his neck. He circled his arms around Blaine’s waist, tugging him as close as possible. “ Cause I’m stupid.. cause seeing you happy again, getting over Kurt, was more important than my feelings.”  He muttered, groaning softly as he heard a small moan escaping Blaine’s mouth. Sam let his hands slide down, over Blaine’s hips, easily lifting him up and making him wrap his legs around his waist. “ So so stupid..”  

Blaine deepened the kiss between them, a muffled little moan falling from his lips as Sam lifted him with ease, wrapping his lips tightly around Sam’s waist. “Not stupid...” Blaine muttered, sucking Sam’s bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. His hands ran through Sam’s hair, as if finally seeing his best friend for the first time. Sure, he’d looked, but that was all, he’d never thought...well, he’d never thought that they’d be like this together. That they’d be making out in the middle of the street, not caring if anyone saw them. 

“Definitely not stupid...” he continued as he dipped his head to pepper Sam’s neck with hot little kisses, teeth grazing lightly against the soft, warm flesh, “Should have something sooner...wasted so much time...” He quickly kissed his way back to capture Sam’s lips in a passionate, loving kiss, gently cupping Sam’s face between his hands, forcing his friend to look at him, as he pulled away. His vision was slightly blurred, and the world was spinning by behind him, but none of that mattered as Sam come into focus, Blaine giving him a crooked little smile, “Your feelings matter, Sam, they matter so much,” he murmured, pressing a gentle, breathy little kiss to his lips, pressing his hips firmly into Sam’s, eliciting a soft little groan, “Want to get out of here..?” he asked, pressing his lips against Sam’s ear.

Innocent Intentions

[gettingthereanderson]

Blaine practically growled as he heard Sam following him, he needed to be alone right now, he needed to get home, maybe sober up a little, and then, after that maybe he’d be okay to talk about this. But not now, definitely now. “What?” he snapped as Sam clasped his wrist, forcing him to look at him. “What, did you think I wouldn’t understand, is that it? Do you think that I’m so much of a dick that I wouldn’t support you on this? So you’re into guys, big deal, Sam. I’m your best friend, hell out of all your friends I’m probably the one who’d understand the most what it’s like, how damn confusing all of this probably is. But no, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust me with something like this, could you?!” he snapped, the rage tearing through his body before he could even think about controlling himself.

He scoffed as Sam started talking back at him, shaking his head in annoyance with him, all he’d wanted was one night to go out, get a little drunk and have some fun, and now it was totally ruined. But Sam was still talking, and wait? What was that about a crush? His eyes focused on Sam, studying him properly for a moment, really trying to concentrate on what was coming out of his mouth. But none of it really registered with him, at least not until Sam’s lips collided with his own. He didn’t respond for like a second, too stunned to do anything, but then the shock wore off, and he melted into the kiss, a low moan escaping him as he stood up on his toes, pressing himself against Sam, arms reaching up to link at the back of his neck. “Why didn’t you say so before?” he muttered in between frantic kisses.

Innocent Intentions

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose as Blaine turned and walked away. This was not going all that well, not good at all. He totally understood it would be a lot to take in for anyone that he wasn’t as straight as everybody thought he was, and to keep this side of him a secret from his best friend. Well, to be honest, if the roles would have been reversed - if Blaine all of a sudden started kissing a dude while Sam didn’t know any better then his best friend being straight- he’d be pissed too. He downed the shot the bartender had placed in front of him and hurried after Blaine. 

“B, please- wait up.” Sam called out as he stepped outside, the cold night air hitting his face. Walking swiftly he managed to catch up with his best friend. “Dude, can we- oh for fucks sake.” He wrapped his fingers around Blaine’s wrist to stop him from walking away. Stepping in front of Blaine he took a deep breath, thinking of what he could say. “I’m sorry okay? I never meant for you to find out like this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gathering his thoughts before he continued. “I - gods do you even know how hard it’s been to not say anything these last few weeks. I wanted to tell you so bad, that I have this huge crush on you but you still getting over Kurt and I wanted you to be happy and focused on that, getting you over that heartbreak and all.” 

Sam was talking a mile a minute and the alcohol was kicking in so when he could find the word to tell Blaine what he wanted to say Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against Blaine’s, knowing the second his lips touched Blaine it could ruin their friendship beyond repair but he needed Blaine to understand that he really liked him, a lot. And this was the only way he could think of. 

[gettingthereanderson]

Blaine scoffed, despite himself. So much for Sam wanting to be his wingman tonight, when he was too busy making out with strangers, even though he was supposed to be straight. Yeah, it was all coming out tonight and Blaine couldn’t believe that he was apparently the last one to find out. Some best friend he was. “Yeah right,” he muttered, glancing over towards the dance floor, bitterly watching all the couples dancing together, and it done the thing that he’d hoped it wouldn’t. It made him miss Kurt, made him miss what it felt like to be held like that, to be wanted. Apparently he wasn’t even his best friend’s first choice.

He glanced back at Sam with a sigh, and even he had to deny that the room was already starting to spin a little more than was normal, so he slumped down from his school, stood staring at Sam for a moment or two, squinting slightly as he tried to make him out through the blur that had started to take over his vision. “Whatever, I’ve gone off this place anyway,” he shrugged, casting a glance back towards the dance floor and heading out towards the door, not even sure whether Sam was still following him or not.

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“No, not leaving with him.” Sam reached out, taking the shot glass from between Blaine’s fingers. “I think you had enough, B.” he mentioned, downing the shot of alcohol himself. If he had to be honest he could use it as much as Blaine seemed to. Maybe even more then his best friend. “Damn it, Blaine.. I don’t want to go have fun with him. I -, “ Sam placed the empty glass back on the bar, shaking his head sadly as he watched Blaine down another shot. “I don’t want to go home with that guy even though he offered but it’s not what I want. I want to go home with you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing in frustration. He didn’t know how to make it more clear than that. He been crushing over Blaine for some time now but had no idea how to make his best friend see that how he felt about him. That his feelings had shifted from being best friends to wanting to spend time with him to kiss him, cuddle up with him and all the other things boyfriends did together. But now Blaine knew he liked men so it should be easier, right? “Blaine, can we just go home? Talk there .. or whatever..” Sam worried his lip between his teeth, waiting for Blaine to answer. He wanted nothing more then to pull him into his arms and show him how he really felt, but not here. He wasn’t that far gone yet. 

[gettingthereanderson]

Blaine could barely look anymore, he’d never seen Sam look at anyone like that before, and he hated to admit it, but it hurt. He knew it shouldn’t bother him, they were best friends, and he desperately wanted to be happy for him, but he couldn’t find it within himself, overcome instead with strange wave of jealousy. He ordered himself another round of shots, ignoring the pitying glances from the bartender, sliding him a twenty across the bar in the hopes that the drinks would keep coming. He could feel someones eyes on him, and he glanced up noticing a stranger sitting at the end of the bar, but he could barely muster up a smile as he glanced down at his glass again and raise it to his lips. Sure, tonight was about finding him someone new, but he just wasn’t feeling it anymore. 

He glanced up when he heard Sam’s voice come up behind him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, this was probably the moment that Sam told him he was going home with the stranger, a guy no less! Yeah, that was one conversation Blaine wasn’t ready for. “Hey,” he muttered, barely looking at Sam before glancing back at his shot glass, gesturing for the bartender to line him another one up. “Have you come over here to tell me you’re leaving with that guy?” he shrugged, trying to act like he didn’t care, “I’m not your charity case you know, you can do whatever you want, I’m probably just going to have a couple more of these then head off home anyway,” he muttered, swaying slightly on his seat as he picked up a freshly prepared, “Go have fun with him,”

Innocent Intentions

The night wasn’t going as Sam had planned it would go, as far as you can plan something like setting your best friend up with a hot guy, of course. Instead of finding said hot guy for Blaine somehow Sam ended up in the arms of a stranger and was led away for a dance. Sam watch Blaine move from the dance floor into the direction of the bar before his eyes lost track and he was tugged close to the man’s chest. As much as Sam wanted to go back out there and find Blaine another part of him made him relax in the man’s arms and just go with the flow. Sam loved being close to people, he loved hugs and cuddles and with 2 drinks in him already and a warm body pressed against his own.. Sam lost himself in the moment. 

Hands roaming over his back, fingers digging into his hips as those hands tugged him closer against a hard body. Dancing this close with a man, it’s been a long while since it happened and gods he missed it. Whispered sweet nothings, fingers tipping up his chin. Lips brushing over his own. Sam draped his arms over the man’s shoulders, leaning up on his toes to press his lips against the others, kissing him back. “Fuck..” he muttered softly against the warm lips, chasing after them for another kiss. 

Sam leaned back to catch his breath and rested his head against the man’s shoulder, shuddering as the other rolled his hips against him. “Want to come home?”. Sam blinked as the words washed over him, shaking his head a little. Mostly to clear it and get himself in control again. “I - I..”he leaned back, “No. I’m sorry, I -” Sam took a step back, eyes searching for Blaine. “Thanks for the drink and dance but no.. not interested.” Sam managed to say as he was slowly realizing that Blaine, his best friend who had no idea Sam was even interested in guys, must have seen the whole thing. He had so much to explain to him. This night was rapidly turning into something Sam had no control over anymore and he didn’t like it at all. 

He made his way through the crowd, trying to come up with some sort of explanation to give Blaine. Nothing more then a ‘uhm, surprise I’m totally into guys’ coming to mind at the moment. He found Blaine standing at the bar and from the looks of it, well Sam had no idea what to think. He never seen Blaine look like that at him before. “Uhm.. hey..” 

[gettingthereanderson]

Blaine’s eyes flicked down to where Sam had placed his hand on hip, he wasn’t expecting the contact, but he found that it wasn’t unwelcome either. Sure. he knew tonight was Sam’s way of forcing Blaine back out there, to try and find someone else so that he could fully move on from Kurt, but he wasn’t sure if he was truly ready for that yet. Sure, he’d been all talk before, but now that he was here, he only really had eyes for his best friend, but he supposed that was because Sam always made it so easy to be around him, just how he liked it. It was like he didn’t have to try with him, and he needed that in someone, especially after Kurt and always trying to be someone else to please him. 

He didn’t fail to notice how the music suddenly changed to something much slower, and that they were quickly surrounded by couples. What was he wasn’t expecting however, was for the stranger from earlier to come and drag away his best friend from him. Blaine stood there stunned, his mouth falling open as he worked to come up with some sort of response, he wanted to scream and say no, that Sam was his, but he knew that was unfair, he didn’t really have that sort of claim on him. So instead, he slumped off the dance floor and towards the bar, wasting no time in ordering himself a couple of shots, while he glanced wistfully towards his best friend, a mixture of emotions rushing to the surface. Confusion for a start at how exactly Sam was dancing with the guy, letting the stranger touch him like that, sure Sam was open minded but this was different. Then when the stranger suddenly moved in even closer, dipping his head to capture Sam’s lips with his own, Blaine’s eyes widened, the shot he’d just downed suddenly burned his throat, and wait...was that jealousy he was feeling?

Innocent Intentions

Sam playfully winked at Blaine, chuckling lightly. He knew his friend didn’t mean anything other than giving a compliment about his dance moves. “Ah, I see how it is. You want to see my hips in action.” He bumped his shoulder against Blaine’s softly to show him he didn’t mind Blaine reminding him about his past working in a strip club. It was part of him and in a way it had helped Sam figure things out about himself and most importantly about his sexuality. He might have figured it out sooner or later without working there but it had certainly helped speed things up when he found himself crushing on one of his colleagues there. Plus, and that was most important tonight, Sam felt at ease being in a gay bar and could enjoy spending time with his best friend there. 

Smiling brightly he let himself be dragged to the dance floor by Blaine and soon found himself letting lose and dancing across from Blaine, his hips moving at the rhythm of the music. Sam reached out, resting a hand on Blaine’s hip as the music changed into a slower beat. He was about to tug Blaine a little closer when he felt a light tap on his shoulder - the guy who bought the drinks for Sam- “Can I borrow him for one dance?” he asked, already wrapping his arm around Sam’s waist. 

Sam gave Blaine a look that clearly read how sorry he was but that he felt he couldn’t say no because of the drinks before he was led away and was soon dancing with this stranger.

[gettingthereanderson]

Blaine nodded, he knew Sam was right, that this was supposed to be about him tonight, that it was all about finding him some guy that would help him get over Kurt. But, he found that he was just as happy sitting here, talking and having fun with Sam. Sure, that probably wasn’t the norm in a gay bar, when the majority of guys in here were looking for a simple hook up. Still the night was young, and even if he didn’t end up going home with anyone tonight, it was still a step up from what he’d been doing since the break up, so he’d call that a definite improvement.

“Well, why don’t you come dance with me?” Blaine suggested, finishing the last of his drink, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Sam. “I mean, it’s just like dancing in Glee, and we know you can move because of your days working in that club...” Blaine trailed off, wondering whether he’d accidentally said the wrong thing. He didn’t mean it like that though, he just meant that Sam had a lot of rhythm in those hips of his, and it would be waste to come all this way and hot have Sam throw some shapes up there. He sat up a little straighter, turning around and following Sam’s gaze and smiled shyly at the guy in question. “Oh yeah, he looks cute,” he nodded, barely committing himself to anything, “Now come on, come dance with me, Sammy,”

Innocent Intentions

“They don’t?” Sam sometimes was so oblivious when it came to things like this. He had no idea that the guy had been hitting on him. “Ah. Well that explains the ‘talk to you later’ thing he said.” Sam said just before he took another swig from his beer. Tonight was all about Blaine, Sam remembered himself as he glanced to the bar quickly and than turned back to Blaine. He felt his cheeks flush as his eyes landed on Blaine taking a drink from his beer bottle. “Yeah, yeah. Of course there is still time. I mean, we just got here so the night is still young.. plenty of time.” Sam said, lightly bumping his shoulder against Blaine’s. 

Sam gave him another smile. “In the meantime you better take a good look around, drink up and have fun. Dance a little.” He drank some more himself, eyes wandering over Blaine. He looked really good tonight and Sam loved how Blaine had tamed his curls without his hair resembling a gel-helmet. Any guy would be lucky to catch Blaine’s attention. Sam felt his stomach crunch up at the thought of Blaine dancing with someone that wasn’t him. He didn’t like the thought at all. Downing the rest of his beer he looked around. “What about that one,” Sam asked, pointing out a guy who looked around their age and who, most importantly, looked the total opposite of Kurt.   

[gettingthereanderson]

As they entered the bar, Blaine let out a small sigh of relief, he needed this tonight, he needed to get out there, to have some fun again and forget about the pain that had been in his heart all this time. He was just so thankful that he had Sam there with him, he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to face all of this on his own, not this soon anyway. He patted Sam’s back as his friend headed towards the bar, and he quickly separated from him in order to find them both a table. He sat down, glancing towards the bar with a smile as Sam glanced back towards him, before looking down at the table again, drumming his fingers idly against it. He only looked up again when he saw Sam talking to some random guy, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the two of them, not really understanding the surge of jealousy that immediately started to course through his veins. He frowned, not liking it for one minute and shook his head, it wasn’t his place to feel like this, not about Sam at any rate, especially not in a gay bar when his friend was 100% straight.

He brightened up pretty quickly when Sam joined him again, sitting up a little straighter as he reached out and took his beer, raising it to his lips immediately. “Sam...guys don’t just buy drinks for the fun of it,” he pointed out, lowering the beer bottle with a little grin of his own, “That guy was totally hitting on you,” he laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head fondly as he glanced around them, realising that he hadn’t really given anyone else any attention other than Sam. “Oh uh...no, not really,” he shrugged, glancing back at Sam, “There’s still time though, right?”

Innocent Intentions

Sure, Blaine and Sam had gotten of on not the best of starts well over a year and a half ago and Sam still didn’t know how his best friend knew back then about the whole working as a stripper over the summer thing - his money was still on Kurt to be honest- but after they had sat down one night when Kurt had been running late and they really had talked about all sorts of things the air had been lifted and Sam couldn’t have picked a better best friend. And these days they could read each other like a book and could tell each other pretty much anything so Sam didn’t feel bad pointing out how much Blaine had adjusted himself and his personality to Kurt’s bidding. Also pointing out that it was good to see his best mate getting back to the person he really was these last weeks since the break up. 

“Thanks, B.” Sam gave him a bright smile at the compliment, rolling his shoulders up into a tiny shrug but not replying to the other boy’s words. How could he when the answer was going to ruin this night out they had planned. Tonight was all about Blaine and finding him a guy to at least flirt with, get back into the dating game so to speak. Not about how Sam thought his feelings for his best friend had developed into more then just friends and he might not be as straight as everybody thought he was. 

Sam grinned at how easy they managed to get past the door man, pretty sure the guy knew they were using fake id’s but clearly not caring about it. As they made their way inside Sam looked around. The place wasn’t as big as he thought it would be but it would do perfectly for what they were here to do. He gave Blaine a small smile, and watched him for a second as he walked off before Sam turned towards the bar again to order them something to drink. “Cute boy you got there,” Sam heard from beside him. He turned to the sound of the voice. “He’s not my boy.. we’re not together like that, just friends.” Sam glanced back, seeing Blaine claim them some seats. “So you’re single?” - Yeah, I am..” Sam answered and ordered two beers. Before he could pay the guy who he’d been talking too had signaled the bartender for the bill. “On me.. talk to you later.” 

“That was weird,”Sam mentioned as he placed the beers on the table, sitting next to Blaine. “Dude totally paid for them..” He took a sip from his beer, giving the guy a little smile when he found his eyes on him. He turned his attention to Blaine. “So.. seen anyone hot already?” focusing on Blaine. 

[gettingthereanderson]

“Thanks, Sam,” Blaine replied softly, he hadn’t really thought about how much he’d changed for Kurt, how much he’d really lost track of who he really was. He knew it would take a while before he figured out who he was again, but he was just grateful that he’d have Sam’s help along the way, it definitely wasn’t something he could imagine doing on his own, that was for sure. “No, I know, I’m just saying...well you look hot, Sam, anyone can see that...” he trailed off, not really sure where he was going with this, “Besides, its not like guys are your thing anyway, so I’ll be helping you fight them off for that reason...” he stuttered, shaking his head, realising that he was rambling a little more than usual.

Soon enough, they arrived at Scandals, flashing the guy on the door their fake ID’s, Blaine still extremely grateful that his still worked, because he was sure that he didn’t look 45, but still, they were here now and that was definitely all that mattered. The music was pounding loudly around them, just as he remembered and he smiled as he led Sam towards the bar, already noticing a few guys were already looking their way. “Oh uh, yeah sure, I’ll have a beer,” he nodded, giving Sam a warm smile, “I’ll go find us somewhere to sit,” he told Sam, giving his shoulder a little squeeze, before brushing lightly passed him as he headed towards a table on the other side of the room that was empty.

Innocent Intentions

Sam grinned to himself. All was right in the world once again now he’d been able to make Blaine stutter a bit. He was ignoring the fact he could feel the warmth of the blush that had appeared when he answered Blaine’s question, but he was fine with that. “I know, not saying it’s not good but you changed for him. I liked the old Blaine, the real you..” Sam gave him a soft smile, “we’ll get you back to being you some how.”

He chuckled, eyes sparkling when he caught Blaine’s wink. “I thought we were going out to find you a man, not find one for me.” he replied playfully. “I’ll just go all ‘How I met your mom’ on them and be like, Haaaaave you met Blaine? Goin’ to be the best wing man ever.” He pocketed his wallet as he followed Blaine downstairs as they made their way downstairs. 

Soon they ended up in front of Scandals, already hearing the music outside as they walked to the entrance. Sam flashed his id to the guy at the door only to get a little wink and cheeky smile, same as Blaine got, like the guy could see they were a bit too young for the place from a mile away. But they were allowed to enter anyway. “You want something to drink?” Sam asked, having stepped up behind Blaine, leaning down to speak close to his ear so his friend could hear him better over the music that was playing.