Welcome to my new project. Breathe Me will be a two week long project for me, culminating in 16 chapters. It will deal with some disturbing content but nothing overtly graphic or visual. The only visual triggers I would place in this story are for sexual situations and will be noted before the beginning of the chapters in which they take place. There will also be a gap between Chapters 7, 8 and 9 because those are the most pivotal chapters in my story and will be released back-to-back. Those 3 chapters should be expected by Sunday night. Please Rate and Review as you can. Thank you much.

Sam awoke in a sweat – it glistened across his chest and stomach as he shot up as if pulled to consciousness by an unseen figure. The gasp and subsequent heavy breathing awoke the other boy in his bed.

"Another nightmare?" He asked, sympathetically, as he wiped sleep from his eye.

Sam nodded, finally making sense of his surroundings, "Yeah…"

The brunette sat up with him and took his hand, "You're here with me now. You don't have to worry"

Sam could barely remember what the nightmare was even about – it fled his mind so quickly.

"I know. And I'm happy for that," Sam said, his breath now slowed to a normal resting pace.

"Come here," Blaine said, "I'll protect you"

Sam always felt ridiculous when this happened. Blaine was a good three or four inches shorter than him, to be cuddled by someone so much smaller felt odd. But after the nightmares started up some months back Blaine would lay on his back and insist that Sam cuddle him like stuffed animal. The silly thing? Is that it worked. Sam slept soundly through the rest of the night when that happened.

And Blaine did this goofy come hither motion with the closest to Sam. Finding a place between Blaine's chest and his arm, Sam laid his leg across Blaine's groin and laid his arm on top of Blaine's chest, tickled by the chest hair that he found with his fingertips. Blaine wrapped his arm around Sam and breathed in his scent deeply.

"I love you," Blaine said as he exhaled.

With his face buried in Blaine's neck, Sam responded, already groggy, "I love you too"

– – –

The sun decided to find the one hole in the blinds that shot a beam of light right into Blaine's eye. Squinting and yawning, the shuffling woke Sam and both of them did their routine of stretching the sleep out of their bodies.

After the last stretch seemed to pull on forever, Sam laid his head onto Blaine's chest, "Can we just lay here forever?"

Blaine responded through closed eyes, "Well, my parents are back from their business trip today. And we have regionals on Friday…"

"No," Sam responded, drawing out the 'o' in a low, whiny voice. Sometimes Blaine thought it was annoying, but most of the time, like now, he thought it was adorable.

"C'mon mister," Blaine said, shuffling from underneath Sam's massive grasp. Blaine was never sure how they got so tangled up together, but it certainly did not help that Sam was tightening his grip around his body.

"Just five more minutes? Please?" Sam begged, "We don't know when we'll be able to do this again"

Blaine chuckled, "What if I promise to make you breakfast? My mom got some of that bacon you love from the Diemer farm"

Sam all but sprang out of bed at that notion, "Oh my gosh, I'm so hungry"

Blaine planted his feet on the ground and stood up, turning away from the window finally – the sun warming his back, disguising the fact that it was twenty-five degrees outside. Sam stared at him, standing only in boxers, becoming hungry for something other than breakfast.

"Oh no," Blaine said, "No way, we just got out of bed."

Sam strode over to him, only in boxer briefs himself, gently tracing his fingers down Blaine's stomach and kissing his neck, "No, Sam, wasn't twice last night enough?"

Between kisses, Sam breathily said, "I could… have you… ten times… and it wouldn't be enough"

Blaine grabbed him by the shoulders, feeling the growth between them tightening their underwear, "Later, babe – You go shower and I'll start breakfast."

Sam had a pout forming on his bottom lip, "Fine. But I definitely am holding you to later."

Blaine put on a pair of sweatpants that he retrieved from the dresser positioned across the room while Sam grabbed his backpack and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

The bathroom had a skylight that made him look pastier than he actually was – As he rummaged through his backpack all he could do was think of Blaine's body and how much it sucked that the morning didn't end happier than he would've liked.

But that's how it's been since the beginning of their relationship. Once Sam realized how he felt about Blaine, he wanted to just lose himself in it. Wrap himself as tightly as he could into the idea of being with him. But Blaine was grounded. Level-headed. All the things that Sam wasn't. Blaine had told him about the gay bashing that caused him to go to Dalton. How him and his boyfriend were both beaten up for merely being together. Maybe that's why Blaine was always cautious of how they acted at school, or making sure they had plenty of time to get ready. Maybe Blaine had grown up too fast while Sam was afforded the luxury of losing himself in someone who was so confident and rooted in reality.

As Sam turned on the faucet in the tub, adjusting the lever somewhere between the frozen tundra and the fires of Mordor, he stripped his underwear off and tested the water with his hand. After finding an acceptable temperature, he stepped in, and though his shoulders and backside adjusted comfortably to the heat, it seemed to scald his ankles and feet.

They were always cold, which drove Blaine crazy – Sam would take his cold bare feet and place them on Blaine's legs or thighs and it was so shockingly cold it wrested any comfort that had settled in when they had laid down to sleep. But it was a subversive tactic that Sam used – because then they would joke and laugh and eventually Blaine became as playful as Sam and then, the rest, as they say, is history.

As Sam fingered the shampoo through his hair, he flashed back to their first kiss. He was so nervous and freaked out. It seemed so silly now that Blaine and him hold hands when they walk down the aisles of the school. Blaine's the nervous one now. Always checking over his shoulder, always making sure the coast is clear. With Santana around, and Finn, and Rachel and …well, even Kurt – There's no one to fear really. Everyone supports them being together. It took Kurt awhile to warm up to the idea, for sure, but Kurt's always seemed more mature than most of the people at McKinley.

The only one still at ends with it was Quinn. Sam still remembers the slap that echoed throughout the halls when she found out. Quinn didn't even give him a full explanation – Something about how everything in her life has been a disappointment and how having a gay ex was another thing to add onto that list. Sam felt his heart drop when he thought of that disappointment. Of hurting her. That was never his intention.

But after he told Quinn, he practically ran to the choir room, Blaine staying after school after the ultimatum – to choose. Sam had chosen. It was all he could do to not stride across the room in a few quick steps. Blaine couldn't say anything before Sam's warmth enveloped him and electricity passed through their whole body.

"Hey babe," Blaine called through the door, "Hurry up, your food will get cold."

Sam snapped back to reality, washed the soap and shampoo still lingering on him and got out. After drying his shaggy head and getting dressed, he walked downstairs, rounded the corner and saw that the dining table was full of scrambled eggs, pancakes and that bacon he loved so much. He set down his backpack, walked to the other side of the table and greeted Blaine with a kiss as his boyfriend set down a pitcher of orange juice.

"It looks great, Blaine," Sam said, "I guess I must've been showering longer than I thought."

Blaine smiled, "I thought you had decided to take care of things without me."

Sam could feel his face turn hot and couldn't think of a witty retort fast enough, so all he could do was sit down while Blaine chuckled at his embarrassment.

"So, uh," Sam said, taking the plate that Blaine had filled with food for him, "When do your parents get home?"

Blaine began fixing a plate for himself, "Around noon,"

Sam checked his cell phone, it was already 11:15 – He didn't think it was already that late, "But that means that we can't…"

Blaine smiled as he took a seat, "Well, they work late on Tuesday – We could play after glee practice."

"You're telling me I have to go two days? A man could die in that time," he pouted.

Blaine raised his eyebrow; "You are cranky when you don't get your way. Cute. But cranky."

Sam and Blaine both eventually agreed that Tuesday was the most logical choice to 'hang out' again, though Sam didn't like it. The rest of breakfast was spent hurriedly chowing down and discussing the upcoming regionals tournament on Friday. Sam wanted to help with dishes and he still had to get out of the house before Blaine's parents got home – They were cutting it close as it was. Sam did what he could do, though admittedly not helping much as Blaine was trying to get him out of the house instead of taking his help.

Finally succumbing to the pressure, Sam dried his hands on a dish towel and grabbed his backpack from the dining room. Blaine walked him to the foyer where his jacket and gloves were hanging. After putting on one of the gloves, Sam couldn't resist touching Blaine's bare chest with the other one last time before leaving.

"Tuesday, huh?" Sam asked incredulously.

Blaine smiled, "Tuesday for sure."

With that, Blaine leaned forward on his toes as Sam leaned just a bit to kiss his boyfriend. When their embrace finally broke, Sam turned on his heel and walked out the door. As he shuffled down the driveway, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Gloves were such a pain. Sam got into his car and took a glove off to grab the cell phone in his jeans pocket.

A text from Blaine: You forgot to say 'I love you' again ;)

Sam smiled, simply responding, "How cruel of me. I love you too"