"Excuse me."

Blaine turned around and looking up he met the gaze of the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. For a second he stared at the boy a couple of steps above him on the stairs. This tall, gorgeous boy with golden hair...wait, what was he wearing? Then the blond spoke again and Blaine's eyes were drawn to his amazingly full lips and all coherent thought vanished from his mind. Next thing he knew he was running towards the senior commons with Sam - he said Sam, right? - in tow. Once his fellow Warblers started singing he was back in control of himself, calm and confident as always when performing.

Sam was mesmerized by the performance - or rather by the dark-haired boy who was singing lead. The boy who had grabbed his hand and run with him here. The boy named Blaine. Obviously the song was really sexy with Katy Perry. But this was somehow better. This boy had an amazing voice - he really conveyed the emotion of the song. Sam actually felt like a teenager in love. Well, sure, he was a teenager in love, but Quinn was the last thing on his mind right now. He was engulfed by the presence of this boy with the firm gaze that never failed to find Sam in the crowd. As the song ended he found himself unable to stop staring at Blaine, the widest smile on his lips. And Blaine walked up to him.

"You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you?"

Sam snapped back to reality. "Huh?"

"With spying, I mean." Sam relaxed when he saw the warm smile on Blaine's face as he continued. "Come on, I'll buy you coffee."

"You've got to tell me the story of that outfit." Blaine giggled.

"Yeah," Sam laughed "well, I was trying to blend in. But obviously I couldn't get to an actual uniform, so I kind of improvised..." He trailed off, looking down at his hands for a second. "I guess Blonde Chameleon dropped the ball on this one..."

Blaine chuckled. "What?"

"It's my secret identity, as a superhero you know." He could see that Blaine was amused. "Oh, shit I can't believe I told you about my secret identity!" he added with a wink.

They spent the next hour talking, mostly about random dorky stuff, and laughing. For a moment no one was talking, Blaine was sipping his coffee and Sam took a swig of his diet coke. They both looked up almost at the same time and as their eyes met that bubbly elated feeling of the song coursed trough him again and two words popped into his mind. Lor menari. He broke the silence, but for once he didn't blurt out just whatever was in his mind. "Did you like Avatar?" and with that they fell back into their carefree conversation.

"So, Sam, can I call you sometime?"

"Sure, dude, that would be awesome!"

When Blaine returned to his room, he dropped on the bed flat on his back. Unable to wipe the wide grin off his face. Still all warm and fuzzy inside and with Sam´s number secured in his phone. Sam with the golden hair. Sam with the emerald eyes. Sam with the most hilarious impressions and the cutest smile. He felt like he was actually living the song he'd sung earlier. All colors were suddenly brighter. Something had changed inside him and in the back of his mind he already knew it wasn't going to change back.

Why didn't he call? Had he given him the wrong number? Well, so what if Blaine didn't want to hang out with him? After all they were show choir enemies. But somehow the thought of not seeing him again made Sam´s stomach feel weird. Why was that? It really wasn't like Sam to worry like this. He usually avoided spending too much time thinking about stuff. Especially stuff that confused him. And this was definitely one such thing.

He jumped at his phone each time it rang. Twice it was Quinn, and Finn called once about football practice or whatever. It was pretty late in the evening the day after his trip to Dalton when he picked up his phone to check for missed calls and it started ringing in his hand. The display showing an unknown number.

"Um, hello!"

"Hi, it's Blaine..."

"Oh, hi Blaine! It's Sam."

Blaine let out a little laugh. "Great, I was afraid you'd given me a fake number."

Hearing Blaine's smile in his voice made Sam all warm inside. Just like last time talking with Blaine was fun and easy. When Blaine suggested they'd get some sleep, he realized it had gotten really late. But still he was reluctant to hang up. "Are you doing anything on Saturday?" he asked.

"Well, I have some homework I have to do, but other that that, no."

"Come over to my house then. Bring your homework! I bet you're really smart - you can help me with mine. And we'll hang out and do something fun and I don't know... make nachos?"

Blaine giggled at Sam´s rant. "Sure, that sounds great. See you then."

"Okay, yeah."

"Goodnight Sam."

"Goodnight Blaine."

Blaine was sitting on the floor of Sam´s room. Wow, he was actually in Sam´s room. He was trying hard to focus on his homework. After all he had, much to Sam´s dislike, insisted that they'd finish their homework before they could do anything else. But the tingling in his stomach, which intensified each time Sam looked up from his books trough his blond bangs and smiled at him, made it really difficult to concentrate. So when Sam, after about just twenty minutes of homework, suggested they'd watch a movie instead he was totally up for it.

"You pick," Sam said pointing him towards the bookcase where his DVDs were.

"Ooh, Watchmen!" Blaine exclaimed. "I haven't seen it in like forever. Can we? Please?"

"Yes, awesome!" Sam beamed.

Once the movie started Blaine discovered just how much fun watching movies with Sam was. He was constantly commenting or asking about something or joining in part of the dialogue with all these funny voices. Blaine was still on the floor, his back resting against the bed where Sam was sprawled out half-sitting, half-lying.

"Why don't you come sit up here?" Sam asked cheerfully.

Even though there was nothing Blaine would rather do than get on that bed with Sam he was much too nervous to do so. Also he was blushing furiously, so he didn't even turn around to give him his answer. "I'm comfy here."

Sam threw a pillow at the back of his head. "Come on, get up here!"

Blaine grabbed the pillow and took a swing at Sam who quickly deflected the blow with another pillow. Blaine jumped up on the bed. Standing on their knees they continued whacking each other with the pillows, roaring with laughter. When Sam changed his attack and started tickling him instead Blaine lost control of his muscles and crashed down on the bed. Sam was quick to take advantage of the higher ground, straddling him, pinning his arms down. Suddenly Sam was completely still.

Blaine´s head was spinning, his thoughts running at a million miles an hour, as Sam hovered above him staring into his eyes. He held his breath. Unable to make himself move. Or afraid to. Was this it? Were they about to kiss? Wasn't it too soon? They had just met after all. But, God how he wanted it! He ached to feel Sam´s hot lips on his own.

And then Sam rolled off of him, with a final playful jab to his stomach. "You're super ticklish!" he smiled.

A/N - Thanks for reading! This is my first fic so I really appreciate any and all comments/reviews. Hope you enjoy it!