Summary: For Blam Week Day 7: Laura's prompts! ~ lauraperfectinsanity prompt: 54. Season 4 slightly AU (Brittany and Sam already broke up or they were never together). The New Directions are going somewhere by car when one of the cars broke down. Then they have to squeeze in the other car and Blaine ends up in Sam's lap. Awkward car trip with Sam trying his best not to get hard (and failing) and Blaine trying not to be completely embarrassed and excited by the position (and failing, again). Blam endng!

"Shove over!"

"Stop elbowing me!"

"You're in my space!"

"We're all in each other's space!"

"Stop arguing! We don't want to get pulled over if we pass a cop and they see you two trying to kill each other."

Blaine listened to Artie trying to mediate the impending brawl in the front seat. While on a club outing, Tina's car had broken down and, as they had all car pooled with Tina and Artie, they were left stranded, far from home, in a state park with terrible cell reception. After some debate, they decided to all try to cram into Artie's Ford Explorer.

Artie was obviously driving and Tina was in the front passenger seat. Petite Kitty was perched on the console between them. Jake, Joe and Ryder were crammed into the trunk with Artie's chair, trying to comfortably arrange their long limbs and failing. In the back seat, Marley was sitting on Unique's lap and Sugar was on Brittany's, none of them phased in the slightest, while Blaine found himself sitting on Sam's knee.

Yeah.

No one was very comfortable and Blaine felt extremely tense, not wanting to lean back against Sam the way Sugar and Marley were doing with Brittany and Unique. Considering the bumpy road, it wasn't easy and Blaine found himself being nearly dumped off of Sam's knees several times...until a strong arm wrapped around his middle, hauling him flush against Sam's body.

"Dude, you're gonna get hurt," Sam said softly, breath tickling Blaine's ear. "Just relax."

Easy for Sam to say.

Oh, this was not good.

When he'd pulled Blaine back against him, Sam really had had the best intentions. The car kept bouncing, like Artie was aiming for every rock and pot hole on the road, and he didn't want Blaine to fall or smack his head on the ceiling.

But, in getting Blaine comfortably settled on his lap, the smaller boy's spectacular, round ass was nestled firmly against his own crotch. And with every bump, he bounced on Sam's lap...and it felt really, really nice.

Now, Sam knew he wasn't the smartest guy ever, but he did know himself and he knew he was a little attracted to his best friend. Who wouldn't be? Blaine was awesome.

But this wasn't exactly the ideal situation to make that known and he closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. He took a deep breath, immediately regretting it, because Blaine smelled really good, like raspberries and mint and warm, clean skin.

A few more bumps and he knew Blaine had to feel his reaction and, cheeks flaming, Sam put his mouth near Blaine's ear and whispered, "Sorry."

Blaine patted his hand and replied, "It's okay, Sam. I know it's just...friction."

Sam chewed his lip for a moment before admitting, "Umm...no. It's not."

When Blaine felt Sam getting hard under him, his cheeks burned and he couldn't help but respond in kind. He tried to keep as still as possible, but the roads made that impossible and he was simply concentrating on not pressing closer when Sam chose to start murmuring in his ear.

It took a few seconds for Blaine's overloaded brain to catch up and he simply breathed, "Oh…Okay."

That admission and the fleeting feel of Sam's lips against the shell of his ear made him shiver and grab Sam's hand, squeezing it gently. Immediately, Sam returned the pressure and Blaine smiled.

When they got back to Lima and were alone, they clearly had a lot to talk about, but for now, he simply wiggled a bit on Sam's lap to find a comfortable position and enjoyed the ride.