A/N: Hi again! This was supposed to be a one-shot but, as you know always happens to me, it kept getting longer and longer so it's going to be multichaptered. It will still be a short story, three or four chapters at the most, and they will come as soon as they're finished! So patience, my friends!

Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER 1

"Oh my God, I'm so drunk" Sam said as he let his back bump the wall in the hallway as he waited for Blaine to unlock the door to their apartment.

"You're not so drunk, you're just getting old" Blaine answered with a cheeky grin, unsuccessfully looking for the key in the hundreds of pockets that his jacket seemed to have developed all of a sudden.

"Excuse me, I'll let you know I'm still in a pretty good shape" Sam answered, pretending to be offended as he shamelessly inserted his hand in Blaine's skinny jeans pocket where he had seen his roommate put the key at the beginning of the night and extracted the wanted trophy.

"Oh yeah?" Blaine tried to keep a normal conversation as he tried to act casual after the incursion of Sam's hand in his very tight pocket. "Then what did I have to support half your weight here for a whole two blocks 'cause you couldn't even walk straight?"

"I was faking just so you would take care of me, 'cause I love when you take care of me" Sam answered, his voice only slightly slurred with alcohol, as he finally unlocked the door and held it open for his friend.

"I always take care of you" Blaine answered, equally tipsy, as his hand brushed –only so lightly– Sam's cheek as he passed him by on his way in.

"That's right, you're an amazing friend" Sam answered, with no trace of joking in his voice that time.

"Well, thanks" Blaine said, almost blushing at the appraisal.

"I mean it, B. You're like the most awesome friend one could possibly have"

"Oh, I see now we're getting into the sentimental phase, right?" Blaine joked, smiling fondly at his squiffy friend.

"Come here" Sam said and before Blaine could do anything to stop him, the blond threw his arms around the smaller boy and embraced him with all his forces.

Even if they had always been very physical and affectionate towards each other, and hugs were an everyday occurrence for them, Blaine was surprised at the depth and emotion that one embrace held. Maybe it had to do with the excess of alcohol; or maybe with the fact that they were just back from Blaine's bachelor party, only three day before his wedding with Kurt. Blaine knew Sam was having a bit of trouble to come to terms with the fact Blaine was moving out. After all, they had been roommates for two years, one in New York and one back in Lima, when Blaine came back from his failed New York adventure. And they had been best friends even longer than that, so it was just normal that Sam felt as if he was losing an important part of his life, even if Blaine had swore up and down that nothing was going to change between them even if he moved back to New York to be with Kurt, and he very well intended to keep his word. What Sam probably didn't know was that just the idea of moving out –and so far away from him– was as hard to accept for him and it was killing him inside. It was not that he wasn't looking forward for his wedding with Kurt and to start a life next to the man he was supposed to love, or at least that was what he tried to tell himself. But to be in a different state than his best friend, the person who understood him and had his back like no one else in the world… it broke his heart.

The surprise of such an emotional embrace, though, didn't stop him from enjoying that wonderful feeling he always got whenever Sam's arms enveloped him, a feeling he couldn't find anywhere else, as if he was the most special human being in the whole world and nothing or no one could ever hurt him as long as Sam was there to protect him. He sighed, contented, and snuggled even closer on Sam's chest, until his friend's words broke the moment and he felt as if a jar of cold water had fallen over him.

"You're getting married" Sam said, and Blaine didn't know if the shaking on his voice was due to the alcohol or something else.

"Yeah, I know" Blaine answered, stupidly, because the alcohol was clearly messing with his thinking abilities.

"But like for real"

"That's the idea, yeah"

"Blaine, I…" Sam looked so serious and sad that it made Blaine's heart physically ache.

"What is it, Sammy?" Blaine encouraged him to open his heart to him, as they had always done with each other.

"I need to ask you: are you really sure about what you're going to do?" Sam asked in a rush, knowing he would never get the courage to say it again if he hesitated.

"What?" Blaine asked as he broke the embrace to look at his friend's face, more surprised than angry. "Sam, of course I'm sure! Where is this coming from?"

"I really care about you, you know" Sam confessed, blushing even if his hand moved to tuck a stray curl behind Blaine's ear.

"I know"

"I love you"

"I love you too" Blaine answered, not really sure why a lump was forming in his throat at the depth of Sam's emotions.

"I don't want you to make a terrible mistake" Sam confessed, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Sam, I appreciate your worries but… everything will be alright"

"You will not forget about me once you're married, right?" Sam asked, and if Blaine didn't know better, he would have thought Sam looked as if he was about to start crying on him.

"Was that what had you worried?" Blaine said, with a fond smile. "Of course not, Sam, you're the best friend I've ever had, and nothing or no one is ever going to change that"

"Not even Kurt?" Why did Sam looked so scared all of a sudden?

"No one. You're the most important person in my life, Sam" Blaine assured him, bringing his hands to Sam's shoulders to make a point, before realizing what he had just said. "I mean, next to Kurt"

"Yeah, of course. I'm going to miss my roomie, though" Sam added, giving Blaine a little smile –that seemed a little forced– to put his mind at ease.

"Me too. Kurt and I… don't share as many interests as you and I do. It's going to be so weird not waking up to your excited shouts about a new comic number coming out every now and then" Blaine chuckled, finally moving away from Sam to take off his jacket.

"Aren't you excited about living with Kurt?" Sam asked as he mimicked Blaine's actions and took off his jacket, because Blaine looked almost sad to be moving, while he should be ecstatic, right?

"No, of course I am" Blaine answered, shaking his head as if trying to get rid of any negative thought crossing his mind. "It's just… it's going to be different"

"Well, I can always call you and shout about a new comic number coming out through the phone" Sam offered with a mischievous smile aiming to make Blaine laugh, which he did.

"That would be nice"

"You say that now because you're drunk, but wait until the first time I really wake you up with my phone call" Sam said, playfully punching Blaine's arm for good measure.

"I won't care, but you'll have to deal with Kurt's wrath if you wake him up. He's really not a morning person" Blaine answered, marveling at how different Sam and Kurt seemed to be. With Sam, weekends started very early in the morning, as if he didn't want to waste any time of his days off doing something as silly as sleeping, so when lunch time came, they had already done a million things like going out running together, watching a movie they had watched thousands of times before so they could play the game of seeing who could recite the most dialogs –and Blaine would always lose, because he would always end up pissing himself laughing at Sam's stupid impressions–, preparing the most complicated dishes for lunch just for the fun of it, Blaine reading magazine's articles to Sam so he wouldn't have to make such a big effort himself because of his dyslexia… They would have time for everything and more, and that was probably what Blaine was going to miss the most.

"I'll fight with him for you, Blainedays, don't worry about that" Sam was clearly joking, so why did it feel so nice to hear that Sam would protect him like that? 'Cause he was joking, right?

"Yeah, you'll be my knight in shining armor" Blaine sarcastically replied as he playfully punched Sam in the middle of his chest in return. It was not that hard a punch, but Sam's balance was being compromised by his obvious drunkenness and he started following backwards. Blaine tried to stop him and grabbed his arms, but he was equally buzzed and his reflexes were not that good, so in the end Sam landed on his butt and brought Blaine down with him so they both ended up in a heap on the floor.

After a second of bewilderment and making sure they were not really hurt, both friends burst out laughing at the stupidity of the situation until they had to grab their bellies because they hurt so much. None of them seemed to be in too much of a hurry to get up, and it was Sam the first to move when he threw himself at Blaine for a fake fight.

"You're going to pay for this, Anderson!" he yelled as he pinned Blaine to the floor, who was having real trouble to defend himself because of the still present giggling.

"No, please! Have mercy!" Blaine yelled between laughs as Sam began to mercilessly tickle him around his middle, knowing how tickly Blaine was and how he immediately lost all of his strength whenever he was put under that kind of torture. "Let go of me!"

"You wish" Sam answered as he raised one of his legs over Blaine to straddle him around his hips, more efficiently pinning him to the floor.

Blaine somehow recovered the strength in his arms and tried to grab Sam's hands to get them far away from his tummy, but Sam guessed his intentions and was faster than him. Panting from all the effort, he managed to grab both of Blaine's wrists and brought them over the shorter boy's head, also pinning them to the floor while he tried not to grin as Blaine still was trying to stop his giggling.

"If you thought you were going to be able to stop me…" Sam bent down closer to his face to whisper menacingly at him.

"Well, you can't tickle me anymore while you're holding my hands anyway, so…" Blaine answered, his voice shaky at Sam's proximity and at his own vulnerability at Sam's hands, all laughter forgotten all of a sudden.

Sam chuckled fondly at his friend before he let go of his wrists and sat up, though he didn't move an inch from his position straddling Blaine's body, apparently far from being uncomfortable about it.

"Good point" he admitted, giving Blaine's middle a last tickly brush of fingers for good measure. "You know what I just realized? I still haven't made you a wedding present"

"You don't have to" Blaine answered, although if he had been honest with himself he would have admitted he was having trouble keeping a conversation in the position they were in. He hadn't even moved his hands from where they were lying at each side of his head. "Having you as my best friend and best man is gift enough"

"No, it's not. As your best man I need to give you something really special" Sam said, cryptically.

"Like what?" Blaine asked, very curious and more than a little scared.

"I don't know… Maybe something I know you've always wanted, or at least you did some time ago, but never really got" Sam explained, and didn't he sound suggestive?

"And… what would that be?" Blaine asked, his voice sounding too hoarse even to his own ears.

Instead of giving Blaine an answer, Sam smiled and bent over again until their faces were very close to one another. Blaine could feel Sam's breathing mixing with his own, causing for his heart to start beating more quickly, and just as Sam was about to bridge the gap between their lips, Blaine recovered the ability of moving and put a hand to Sam's chest to stop his advances.

"Sam, what…?" Blaine tried to ask even if he tripped over his own words, his voice clearly more high-pitched than usual.

"This is my gift for you, Blaine" Sam explained, and it pissed Blaine off that he seemed so calm while his own heart seemed about to burst with excitement. "I've always owed you a kiss, haven't I? And I want to give it to you before you get married"

Looking intently at Blaine's eyes, as if searching for something in them that would tell him to stop, which he obviously didn't find, he smiled reassuringly at him and closed the final distance between them until he could gently press his lips against Blaine's.

It was hardly more than their lips touching, almost too innocently in spite of their position, but it was enough to send Blaine's heart racing to the point he was sure Sam would be able to hear it –or feel it, given how their chests were pressed together in that moment–. It ended too quickly, though, and Sam raised his face only a few inches so he could look into Blaine's eyes again. Expecting to find amusement, surprise, or even mild anger there after his impulsive actions, he was surprised and more than a little encouraged by the desire and genuine affection that were making Blaine's eyes look even bigger and brighter than usual. So without a second thought, driven by an unstoppable desire to feel more of those exquisite and sweet lips he had dreamt about so often, Sam captured his lips again and, this time, innocence was the last thing on his mind as he deepened the kiss.

Sam ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, asking him for entrance, and Blaine only hesitated for a couple of seconds before allowing it. He was glad he was lying down, because he knew that if he had been standing up his knees would have gone weak at the feeling of Sam's tongue inside his mouth. At the feeling of Sam's breath on his skin. At the feeling of the ends of Sam's long hair tickling his face.

One of Sam's hands moved to cup the back of Blaine's head, holding him in place almost possessively as he passionately devoured his mouth, their tongues fighting a battle for dominance that was getting more and more intense with each passing second. Driven by the heat of the moment, Blaine lifted his arms to wrap them around Sam's torso so he could feel him even closer to him, and one of his hands buried underneath the hem of his t-shirt on its own accord, longing for some contact with Sam's flushed skin.

Sam took that as a signal that his t-shirt was getting in the way, and he only broke the kiss for less than a second to sit up and get rid of the offending piece of clothing in one swift movement, only to fall against Blaine's chest again and take his lips in his again as if there was no tomorrow.

Blaine brought his hands to lie flat on the skin of Sam's back as they kissed and couldn't stop them from travelling all along the expanse of it, marveled at the width of his torso, the manly definition of the muscles on his back, in contrast with the softness of his skin. Everything seemed too perfect to be true, everything was exactly as he had always imagined and more, and he was starting to get too overwhelmed to think about anything that weren't Sam's hot and sexy lips on his and Sam's skin under his fingertips.

Sam, though, seemed to be getting a little jealous about the fact that he was being deprived of feeling Blaine's skin too, and very gently and tenderly –though decidedly–, he grabbed Blaine's arms and once again lifted them above his head. He once again let go of Blaine's lips for a second and took a moment to smile warmly at him before grabbing the curly-haired boy's sweater and rolling it up past his arms and head until he was freed from it.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful" Sam whispered, looking at him for a second before he threw the sweater away without looking where it fell and returned to his task at Blaine's exquisite mouth, both of them shivering with pleasure and desire as their naked chests collided at last and Sam's hands slowly travelled all the way back down Blaine's arms until his neck, to hold it lovingly between them.

Blaine wanted to answer him: he wanted to tell him he was the one who was beautiful, that he was the most gorgeous boy he had ever met, that he was even more beautiful inside if that was even possible, but he couldn't find his voice, he couldn't get his brain to work to form a coherent sentence. He brought a hand to Sam's face and tenderly caressed his cheek, hoping his actions would make Sam understand what his words couldn't.

Moved by a strong urge to melt their bodies together, Sam raised his knees from the floor and let himself fall completely on Blaine, sending a shiver of electricity through both their bodies as every inch of them was in contact with the other's, only keeping himself partially balanced with a hand to the floor so he wouldn't completely crush Blaine with his weight.

Wanting them to be more comfortable –and more in contact with each other–, Sam brought a hand to Blaine's thighs and made him separate them so he could fit in between them. The contact of their lower bodies, even through layers of clothing, was a delicious agony, and Blaine couldn't stop a groan escaping from his lips, which Sam took it as an encouragement that he was doing things right so he rolled his hips against Blaine's.

"Sam" Blaine half murmured, half moaned against the other's lips, clutching strongly at him with arms that were again around Sam's shoulders, his fingers pressing so tightly in his back that he feared he might leave some bruises there.

"I know" Sam answered as he gently bit Blaine's lower lip, too intoxicated with his sweet taste to just let go of him.

Sam's hands wouldn't stop wandering around the skin on Blaine's sides, with no intention of tickling him this time, and his chest, and any part of his back he could reach, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of his skin. It almost felt like an sculptor working on his most prized piece of art, so careful and loving every touch was, and Blaine could almost feel tears coming to his eyes at how cared and loved and beautiful that made him feel. Of course every coherent thought left his mind when Sam rolled his hips again against his and he moaned desperately into the blond's mouth.

Obviously pleased with himself at the reactions he was eliciting from his friend, judging by the mischievous smile decorating his lips when he broke the kiss, Sam finally was able to separate himself of Blaine's lips, only to trace a path of kisses down his exposed neck, adding his tongue and gentle bites every now and then to make it more intense. He stopped on the curve of his neck and conscientiously sucked on it, Blaine's groan in response giving him a sudden urge to mark him. When he was sure a passion bruise would soon appear under the brunet's ear, he continued his way down his chest, making sure to taste every inch of Blaine's golden skin with his tongue.

It had been a long time since Blaine had felt like that: so turned on that he felt as if every inch of skin that Sam touched was on fire and so loved at the same time. It was different than anything he had experienced before, and he never wanted it to end. It wasn't like that with Kurt, that was for sure. Kurt always went straight to business and cared little about making Blaine feel special or beautiful, like Sam was doing at the moment. Like Blaine wished Sam would keep doing for the rest of their lives.

Wow, wait a second. What the hell was he doing? Kurt! That was it, Kurt was his fiancé, he was getting married to him in three days and he was… cheating on him again. He couldn't believe he was doing that to him again, he was the worst person in the world, and this time Sam wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise.

Just when Sam's tongue rolled teasingly inside his belly button, and his fingers moved dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans, Blaine finally regained the use of his voice and his limbs and brought a hand to Sam's shoulder to stop his advances.

"Sam, Stop" he begged, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Come on, B, don't be afraid" Sam said, misunderstanding the other's hesitation, as his expert fingers undid the button of Blaine's skin-tight jeans and he placed another kiss on his hipbone that sent shivers all along his body in spite of himself.

"No, Sam! I said stop!" Blaine said, suddenly yelling as he sat up and unsuccessfully tried to escape from under Sam's body, his mind in turmoil because of what had just happened.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked in confusion as he lifted his upper body to free Blaine from his weight.

"What's wrong?" Blaine repeated sarcastically, jumping from the floor once he was free as if he had been lying on a spring. "This is wrong! Oh my God, what have I done?" he rhetorically asked, bringing his hands to his head as if he couldn't believe himself.

"Blaine, calm down" Sam tried to appease him as he sat up on his knees. "It's okay"

"No, it's not okay, Sam" Blaine lamented, hiding his face behind his shaky hands. "Nothing is okay"

"I thought… you wanted it" Sam tried to justify himself, bewildered at the change of mood. Everything was being so deliciously perfect until that moment…

"You shouldn't have done that" Blaine uncovered his face to suddenly reproach at his friend.

"Last time I checked, it was both of us doing it" Sam answered, slightly angry that Blaine would only blame him for… whatever the problem suddenly was. Yes, Sam had been the one starting it and taking control of most of it. But Blaine had been a willing participant, hadn't he?

"You know about my feelings for you and… Were you playing with me?" Blaine asked, heartbroken at the thought that Sam might have only taken advantage of his feelings to have a good time.

"Your feelings for me?" Sam asked, astounded. What was Blaine talking about? Was he… was Blaine still in love with him after all that time?

Blaine's face paled as he realized that in his blind anger and repentance, he had babbled out his biggest secret. And to the person in question, no less! His eyes filling with tears he couldn't control, he sat on the sofa and buried his face in his hands again, turning himself into a ball and trying to become smaller and smaller until he disappeared.

"What have I done?" he lamented, his body shaking with sobs that broke Sam's heart.

"Blaine, calm down, please, you're going to be sick" Sam pleaded to him, scared at his reaction as he had never seen Blaine like that.

"I can't believe I cheated again. This cannot be happening, I'm marrying Kurt in three days!" Blaine continued with his tirade, as if he was not even hearing Sam's words.

"Maybe you should rethink that" Sam said before he could stop himself, and even if those words were enough to send Blaine in rage, Sam was glad that at least they got him to react.

"What the hell are you playing at? You don't want me to marry Kurt so you just…" Blaine spat at him, but just as that his anger turned towards himself again. No matter what Sam intentions had been, it was him the one who had made the mistake of falling into that trap. "Oh God, I've screwed it up so badly, oh God, what have I done…"

"Blaine, please, calm down, let's just…" Sam begged as he crawled to him and brought a hand to Blaine's knee, trying to sooth him because he couldn't stand seeing Blaine so broken.

"Stay away from me!" Blaine yelled as he moved away from his friend, verging on hysteria.

"Blaine, you're scaring me, calm down" Sam pleaded, not trying to touch him this time so he wouldn't push him away even further. "Look, let's just sit down and talk about this, we…"

"No" Blaine refused more quietly, even if the tears wouldn't stop. "I've screwed everything up again. How could I do this?"

"Ok, Blaine, stop" Sam begged again, his own eyes getting glassy at his friend's obvious pain.

"You've messed me up so badly, Sam" Blaine whispered, and it would have hurt Sam less if that had been said in a tone full of reproach and hate and not just as a piece of information, as Blaine was doing.

"I… I didn't want to hurt you" Sam apologized, his own heart breaking at how badly everything seemed to be ending.

"I can't stay here" Blaine suddenly said as he grabbed his sweater from the floor and took his jacket and his car keys and moved to the door.

"Wait, Blaine, where are you going to go at this time of night?" Sam said, running after him and grabbing his arm to stop him. "You can't drive, you're drunk!"

"Stay away from me, please" Blaine begged as he disentangled himself from Sam's grip and went out of the apartment without even looking back.

"Blaine, wait!" Sam desperately yelled from the doorway of their shared apartment, even though he knew Blaine was the most stubborn person ever and he was not going to change his mind.

With a sigh and a heavy heart, Sam closed the door a full minute after he had lost sight of his friend. He let his forehead fall against the door and he then punched it in frustration, trying not to scream because of the late hour. What the hell had happened?

He had kissed his best friend! Well, he had done a lot more than kiss him, if he was honest with himself. What had driven him to do something like that? He had only meant to give him an innocent peck on the lips, t more as a joke caused by the nostalgia of those easy and uncomplicated days of high school in which he knew Blaine had sported a nice crush on him. How had that gotten so out of hand?

Maybe it was the fact that they were just coming back from Blaine's bachelor party, with all his friends, and they had had the greatest time ever; maybe it was the alcohol running through their veins; maybe he was just emotional thinking about how they were going to stop being roommates after two whole years living together; or maybe it was the fact Blaine was getting married. For real. With another man. Moving to another city. Another state. Away from him. Forever.

What a fool he was. Did he really think he was going to be able to just taste Blaine's lips and stop it there, given how in love with his petite best friend he was? Maybe he hadn't just expected Blaine to respond to it like that. Maybe he had expected Blaine to laugh at him, or to get angry. But he hadn't expected him to be so… into it. To give himself to him like that. To confess he still had feelings for him. Oh God, what had he done?

To have Blaine in his arms like that, to see him coming undone and so vulnerable just for him, to taste his sweet skin knowing he was making him feel so much… It was almost more than Sam could process. He was devastated that he had hurt Blaine so badly, that he had pushed him away to God knew where and in which conditions but… he couldn't bring himself to regret what had just happened. He had been longing for that for too a long time, and his heart beat faster just thinking about it. He could still feel the flavor of Blaine's skin on his lips, he realized as he touched his own lips unbelievingly. And it was the sweetest flavor he had ever tasted.

A/N: So what will happen now? Will Sam be able to bring Blaine back? Will Blaine go along with his wedding? And what does Kurt have to say about this? Stay tunned!