Chapter Two

"Sam, you don't have to do this." Blaine felt himself holding his breath, but somehow it felt impossible to let it go. His body began to tense up and freeze as he felt Sam's lips brush up against his ear, shooting what felt like a strong jolt of lightning down his spine.

"I want to…" the soft whisper of Sam's voice right up next to his ear, was enough to send Blaine over the edge as his knees began to buckle. This was definitely the most turned on Blaine had ever been in his life, and all it took was the sweet sound of the light southern accent in Sam's voice right in his ear to make him break. He feared how much more he would even be able to handle if he continued with this, but it definitely wasn't going to stop him.

"O-okay…" Blaine would be surprised if Sam could even hear that as soft as it was as he forced himself to say something. He watched as Sam pulled back from his ear, his strong hands clasped around his arms, holding him in place. Blaine's heart was racing at this point, watching Sam's perfect lips inching closer and closer to his own. He knew he should close his eyes and wait for a long anticipated kiss, but if he shut his eyes, he would be afraid it would go away, like all of it wasn't even happening. And the thought of missing a second of this, wasn't sounding too good.

Sam laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling like he had done countless times before, pondering on things that had happened in his life or simply wondering what he should be thinking about. This time he couldn't seem to get a certain thing out of his mind or rather…a certain someone. He wasn't sure why it had bothered him so much that Blaine kept his distance from him the night before, but it did. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He sat up in bed and looked directly across from him to the body length mirror that hung on the back of his door. His reflection showed as it always did, an attractive athletic blonde headed guy with big lips. He had never been very concerned with the way he looked…after all, he did work comfortably as a stripper a couple years back. But, lately he was starting to think maybe there was something wrong with his appearance. He scratched the scruff on his chin and let himself fall back down onto the bed.

A few minutes had passed before Sam felt his phone vibrate on the side table. He couldn't help but smile when reading that it was a text from Blaine, but quickly stopped when he realized how weird it was that it had made him smile so much. What in the world was going on with him? These emotions that he had somehow acquired lately around Blaine, were emotions he normally experienced with women. He had come to the conclusion that he had just never had such a close best friend before. The whole idea of a best friend and hanging out with them almost every day was completely new to him. He finally realized that all of this overthinking was causing him to neglect his newly received text message, so he quickly opened it up to read an invite to go swim. Although Sam was slightly worried that things may be a little awkward now after his strange bedroom movie session, he agreed to go. After all, it was hot outside.

Blaine had tried on probably his whole wardrobe worth of swim trunks before he finally decided on a pair that he thought flattered him the most. He felt silly for caring so much what he looked like when he would only be swimming with a straight guy, but he always tried to look his best. He knew in the back of his mind though that he probably wouldn't even take off his shirt anyway. Being around someone with a body like Sam, definitely didn't make him feel motivated to do so. His mind then started to drift back to what had happened the night before. It puzzled him, but he figured it was probably nothing big enough for him to look so much in to.

Why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

He had several dreams lately about Sam, one that he had tried to explain to him the previous day on Sam's lunch break, but using a different name of course. It was almost like he was wanting to explore it more…see what Sam thought about it. But, dreams are only that…just dreams, and in ever y single one, he always woke up right before they kissed. It was almost an overwhelming and burning desire now just to feel Sam's lips on his own, even if it was just once. He was worried that if he tried to explore this anymore, even in his own mind, that he may somehow push away this great friendship that he had and hell, he had never had a friend like Sam. They had become so close that it was hard to even make a simple decision about what to have for lunch without calling the other to get an opinion. The more he kept to himself about this, the better.

Blaine snapped out of his deep thought when he heard Sam's car pull up the driveway. He slid on a t-shirt to swim in and walked over to meet Sam outside.

"Hey man." Blaine put on a huge smile as he greeted his best friend with a hug. God he smelled so good…

"Hey hey hey!" Sam ended the hug with a pat on the back and flashed his winning grin. "Good day for a swim. It's so hot out here, you'd really think we were in Hell and not just figuratively!"

"Aww, that was a big word for you." Blaine smiled and pretended to congratulate Sam with a shoulder squeeze before being almost pushed over by Sam in response as they both laughed.

"I am secretly a genius, I just don't show it because I don't want to make anyone feel bad, ya know?" Sam reached in the backseat of his truck for his towl and swung it over his shoulder.

"Well, I must admit, you have done a gold metal worthy job at hiding it." Blaine couldn't help but laugh at himself for such a good quip. Sam on the other hand, wasn't as amused, but he cracked a grin.

Blaine couldn't help but notice how nice Sam's backside looked in his board shorts as they made their way to the backyard. He felt dirty for looking, but it seemed like an un-missable opportunity.

"Dude, your pool is so nice. If we weren't friends already, I would definitely use you for your pool." Blaine looked over at Sam as he was saying this, wanting to send a sarcastic remark back in response, but got caught off guard by Sam quickly pulling off his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned body. If Blaine had ever drooled in his life, it would have been now. He had seen Sam shirtless a numerous amount of times, but somehow it never ended up being any less of a shock. He looked down at his own body, not feeling any urge to pull off his shirt too. He looked back up as he heard Sam splash into the water, not wasting any time. When he came back up to the surface, he looked over at Blaine with a confused expression.

"Are you coming or did you just invite me to stand there like a total goob?" Blaine blushed as he got called out, nodding while he walked over to the entrance steps.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Before he could even step down into the pool he heard Sam speak again.

"You're gonna swim in your shirt? What are you, a five year old at fat camp? Take off your shirt, dude." Sam laughed and splashed water at Blaine, causing him to retreat back out of the pool.

"Why does it matter if I swim in my shirt or not? I just am really pale and don't want to burn." Blaine was proud of himself for coming up with a fake excuse so fast.

"Don't give me that crap, we both know I am the palest one here." Sam started to walk up into the shallow end, showing more of his body that was now glistening with pool water.

"Sam. I don't want to take off my shirt." Blaine was getting even more embarrassed now, feeling pressured to show off what he wanted to hide.

"Blaine. It's just me. You know I don't care." Sam was really starting to feel bad now. He wasn't sure why Blaine was being so nervous around him now. After all, he had seen Blaine shirtless before and he had nothing to be embarrassed about. It started to hit him that he was acting this way after last night. Maybe he thought that he was hitting on Blaine and now felt weird around him, like he was going to molest him or something. Sam took a deep breath and looked over at Blaine. "Fine, it's not a big deal. Sorry." Sam turned around and swam off in the opposite direction, not even feeling like swimming now. Had he messed things up between the two of them? All he knew was Blaine definitely wasn't interested in anything more than friendship and obviously it had made him feel uncomfortable. The even bigger problem, was that Sam actually cared. In fact, it really bothered him.