When Blaine woke up the next morning the first thing he noticed was that regardless of whether they had changed positions during the night, Kurt was once again spooned up close behind him, his arm around Blaine's waist, and his body draped snug along Blaine's back.  And although Kurt's even breathing indicated that he was still sleeping, at least one part of his body was wide awake.  Blaine rapidly assessed the situation, deciding that even if he was a little achy and sore from his fall last night, it wouldn't interfere with his plans.  He wiggled his ass where it pressed against Kurt, and then turned over, breathing into Kurt's warm neck and sliding a hand down his naked chest to his waist.

“Kurt?”  Blaine whispered softly into his ear, and then pressed a kiss just under it. 

“Um?  Blaine?”  Kurt squirmed under his mouth as he woke up, his mouth falling open with a moan as Blaine sucked a little on that spot by his collarbone that always got him going.

“Kurt?  Can I…?”  Blaine rubbed his thumb just under the front of Kurt's waistband, and gazed into his sleepy eyes.  While Blaine had fantasized about starting to blow Kurt while he was still asleep, letting Kurt wake up to find his mouth already around him, they hadn't had nearly enough sleepovers in high school for anything like that to ever happen.  Upon consideration, Blaine thought it really was the kind of thing that they should talk about first.  Because as sexy as it sounded in theory, Kurt really wasn't big on surprise touching.

Kurt blinked a few times, and Blaine kissed him soft on his lips, then harder.  Kurt opened his mouth and Blaine sucked on his bottom lip, sliding his hand around to stroke Kurt's taut stomach, his fingers dipping below Kurt's waistband again. 

“Blaine, ah, what are you doing?”

“Wanna blow you.  Say yes.”

Kurt's breath was speeding up and his eyes were wide.  “Yes, you crazy person.”  He grabbed at Blaine's shoulder as Blaine pushed him on to his back and proceeded to drop kisses down his neck.  “Are you okay?  You fell, yesterday, you're not,” Kurt broke off, inhaling sharply as Blaine flicked his tongue over a nipple, “you're not hurting, or…”

Blaine looked up.  “I'm excellent.  I'm in bed with my gorgeous boyfriend and I'm planning on making him come his brains out.  Anything else you want to ask me before I carry on?”

Kurt rapidly shook his head back and forth.  “Nope,” he said, eyes wide.  “All good here.”

Later as they lay sated and sticky, curled up together under the sheet, Kurt lazily twirled one of Blaine's curls around his finger.  “You need a haircut.”

“I know.  I was thinking I'd go today after the doctor.  And PT.  Ugh.  Too many non-sexy things to do today.”

“I'd say it started off pretty well, though,” Kurt said, smiling that adorable after-sex smile that made Blaine's heart sing.

“And I would have to agree.”  Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips, then rolled over to check the clock.  “Unfortunately I think I have to get out of bed now.  Boo.”

“Do you want me to come to the doctor with you?”

“Don't you have to go to Vogue today?”

“Yeah, but I can skip it.”  Kurt looked entirely willing to do so, but Blaine had to be able to do this kind of thing on his own.  He had already agreed to take a cab there, it wouldn't be that hard.

“No, don't.  I'll be fine.  I should spend some time with Sam today, anyway.  I'll talk to him about going to your uncle's this weekend.”

“I feel kind of bad about taking you away from him.”

Blaine nodded.  “Let me talk to him.  If he isn't okay with it, I won't go.  But I'll let him decide.”

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Blaine stood in front of his closet, once more debating whether it was a waste of time to choose what he wanted to bring on their trip this weekend before he actually knew whether he was going or not.  He had been slouching around the apartment all afternoon, and he was beyond bored.  Blaine had planned on spending the afternoon with Sam, maybe even pulling out the video games, but Sam was nowhere to be found.

From Kurt:  The suspense is killing me.  What did Sam say?

From Blaine:  Nothing.  He's still not home.

From Kurt:  I don't suppose you could ask him over text?

From Blaine:  As considerate as that sounds, Sam isn't answering his texts, and he didn't pick up when I called, either.

From Kurt:  Oh.

From Kurt:  Are you worried?

From Blaine:  Yes?  But not in a creepy, can't go two hours without talking to him kind of way.  Definitely not in that way.

From Kurt:  Maybe he just lost track of time.

Doing what?  Blaine thought.  Sam wasn't at the gym (and Blaine knew this, because he had called there, casually asking for him), his running sneakers were by the door so he wasn't out for a run (and he would never go running in the middle of the afternoon in August anyway), he wasn't at the hospital (his last session playing for the kids was this past Monday, they were on a break for at least the next month until they got settled into the new semester), and he wasn't with Rachel (yes, he had called her too).  Sam wasn't one for long shopping trips or solitary walks in the park.  Blaine simply had no idea where he could be.

And yes, he was a tiny bit worried.  Because creepy or not, he always knew where Sam was, and Sam always knew where he was.  Ever since they moved to New York together, they were like buddies at a swim lesson – call for one, and the other would answer.  They kept each others' schedules on their phones and gave out each other's numbers as their emergency contact.  Sam stored Blaine's gym stuff in his locker at work, because Blaine was never there unless Sam was too.  Frankly, before Blaine had stopped using the wheelchair in the spring, and even most of the time afterwards, there was little they didn't do together, Sam pretty much helping Blaine get to wherever he needed to go. 

Of course, then Blaine ran into Kurt at the hospital in June, and everything changed. 

Blaine found himself standing in front of the refrigerator, the door open.  It was oddly similar to standing in front of his closet.  Maybe he should make Sam dinner.  It was only three o'clock, but that would give him plenty of time to do something interesting.  He poked around, finding not much except a lot of fruit, some leftover soba, and more condiments than anyone could ever use. Sam had an irrational fear of running out of ketchup.  Nothing very inspiring dinner-wise, though.  Strawberries, blueberries… Smoothies, he'd make smoothies, those were perfect for a hot summer afternoon.  Sam loved smoothies.  A little voice in his head told him that smoothies would neither make Sam miraculously appear nor fix whatever mysterious problem he thought was keeping Sam out of the apartment, but he pushed the thought away and began washing the strawberries.

Twenty minutes later, Blaine was curled up on the couch, his guitar lying on the ottoman.  He tried to strum it with a bare toe, which, not surprisingly, really didn't work.  The smoothies he had made were delicious, but Sam still wasn't home.  He was just about to give up and call the gym again (maybe that guy at the front desk was wrong, and Sam really was working now, despite the fact that he wasn't scheduled to work until tomorrow) when he heard a key in the lock.

“Hey, Blaine,” Sam said, dropping his keys on the table and heading straight down the hall.

“Sam?”  Blaine couldn't even get up off the couch in time to see him before he disappeared into the bathroom.  A few minutes later, Sam came out, and dashed back into his room.  Blaine picked up his cane and followed him, pausing at the doorway when he realized Sam was changing his clothes.

“Do you know where my blue shorts are?  The ones with the white stripe?”

“In the laundry, I think.”

“Oh well.”  Sam pulled on a clean shirt and grabbed his gym bag.  “The stinky ones in my locker will have to do.” 

“Are you going to work?  I thought you didn't have a shift until tomorrow.”

“I switched my shift.”  Sam finally paused long enough to meet Blaine's eyes, and must have seen something there he didn't expect.  “Dude, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.  I just thought we could hang out today, that's all.”  His voice came out thin and strange, and Sam didn't miss it.  Sam sat down on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to him, and so Blaine sat down, twirling his cane between his hands.

“Blaine, what's wrong?”  Sam looked at him with such genuine concern, Blaine thought he was going to lose it right there.  What the hell was wrong with him?  He was acting like he was in middle school again and the popular boys had just decided he was too weird to associate with anymore.  There was no need for this drama with Sam. But the words popped out anyway.

“I texted you, and called you, and you didn't answer.” 

Sam immediately looked guilty.  “Shit, Blaine, I'm sorry.  My phone's not charged.”  Sam fished his phone out of his pocket and showed Blaine.

“I didn't know where you were.”

Sam looked down at his knees and took a deep breath.  “IhadadatewithCora.”

“What?”  Sam? A date?

“I had a date with Cora, Kurt's friend with the red hair that we met at that NYADA thing?  Just a coffee date.  I didn't think we'd be there all afternoon, but we just kept talking...” 

“Really?  Wow, that's, that's great.”  Blaine realized his voice didn't really sound like he thought it was great, but at least he was getting words out.

“Yeah, it was pretty awesome.”  Sam looked shyly proud of himself.  But instead of being happy for his friend, Blaine's brain continued on its road to doomsville.

“Why didn't you tell me?”  How could Sam have a date with Cora and he didn't know?  And for god's sake, if his voice didn't get back down to its normal register he was going to strangle someone.

Now the proud look was gone and Sam just looked upset.  “I'm sorry.”

Get a grip, Blaine.  “No, it's okay, Sam, it's cool.”  He put a hand on Sam's shoulder and was relieved when he didn't flinch.  Blaine took a breath and tried to summon his dignity back from wherever it had scurried away.  “You don't have to tell me everything.”  Which was ridiculous, really, because they always told each other everything.  But maybe that era was over.  Maybe Blam had run its course.

“I was going to tell you.  But you were really busy –“

With Kurt.  This was his own fault.

“-this morning with all your doctor's appointments, and I just asked her yesterday, right before Marley came over, and we totally spent the whole day with Marley, and then last night everything was so awful when you came home, after that car almost hit you and everything, I was so worried about both of you guys, I just forgot.”

Sam looked so sincere, and so sad, his eyes wide and his mouth trembling.  Blaine was an idiot -- Sam was his best friend, not some fourteen year homophobe who was going to abandon him when something better came along.  He dropped his cane on the floor and pulled Sam into a tight hug.  “I'm sorry, I just freaked out a little.”  He rubbed Sam's back until he relaxed, and then pulled back and looked at him.  “Forgive me?”

“Of course, dude.”  Sam still looked confused, and Blaine didn't blame him, he had clearly overreacted.  “I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out today, that would have been cool.”  Sam tilted his head back and sighed dramatically.  “And now you're really going to be mad.”

“Mad?  Why?”

“Well, it's kind of spur of the moment, but Cora asked me to go to the Hamptons with her this weekend.  That guy Nate's parents have a house out there and a bunch of their friends are going.  That's why I switched my shift at the gym to tonight, so I could go with her tomorrow.”

The irony of the situation was glaring.  “Wait,” Blaine said, trying not to have too much fun with this, given that he really owed Sam a break given the emotional shit show he had just put on, “you're going to leave me alone all weekend?  When where you planning on telling me this, Sam Evans?”

Sam's face fell, but then he glanced at Blaine and saw the grin pulling at his cheeks and quickly recovered.  “I don't know, maybe I figured you'd probably be too busy giving your boyfriend a blow job to notice.”  Sam grinned evilly and jumped away as Blaine tried to push him off the bed. 

“No fair, you said you couldn't hear us!”  Blaine reached for his cane and tried to swat Sam, but Sam just moved back.

“Excuse me for not having my headphones on at seven o'clock in the morning.” 

Blaine knew his face had to be bright red, but he couldn't let Sam get the best of him here.  “Hey, at least we gave you something entertaining to wake up to.”

“True enough.  I had no idea Kurt's voice could get so low and scratchy.  Wait, is that from-“

“Enough, enough!”  Blaine prayed Sam would never relay this conversation to Kurt, or there would be no more sexytimes in his apartment, that was for sure.  Sam was laughing so hard that tears were running down his cheeks.  Apparently Sam decided that Blaine needed to suffer too, and pounced on him, knocking Blaine back on the bed and tickling him mercilessly until he curled up into a ball in defense. 

They lay on Sam's bed for a while, giggling and panting.  Finally Blaine could breathe again, and he unwound and turned towards Sam.  “I was actually going to get out the video games this afternoon.”

Sam tucked his arm up under his head and gave Blaine a smirk.  “Something you wanted to talk to me about?”

Blaine nodded.  “Kurt asked me to spend the weekend with him at his uncle's house in New Jersey.  Burt and Carole are going to be there.”

“No way.”  Sam laughed. “So you were going to abandon me, not the other way around.”

“I would never have gone unless you were okay with it,” Blaine said seriously.  “I mean it.”

“I know.”  Sam pressed his lips together, considering.  “You can go.  I'll be okay.”

“Hey!  You won't even be home!”

Sam laughed again.  “You never know.  I might need you to wait around here all weekend, just in case I needed to come back early or something.”  Blaine shoved Sam in the shoulder but Sam just grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed.  “It's really cute when you try to push me around, you know.”

“Jerk.”

Sam kept his hand pressing down against Blaine's, and looked right at him.  “It's different, us not being together all the time, isn't it?”

“Yeah.”  Blaine took a breath.  “Sam, I'm really sorry I freaked out on you.  You've been dealing with me and Kurt doing things without you all summer, and the first afternoon I have to entertain myself I lose it.”

“It's not just being bored, though, is it?”

Blaine shook his head.  “No, it's not.  It kind of feels like the end of something.”

Sam sat up, affronted.  “If you say it's the end of Blam, I'm going to punch you.  Didn't you tell me you weren't going to dump me for Kurt?”

Blaine nodded, his throat tight.

“And you didn't.  So what makes you think I'd dump you for Cora, or anyone else?  Just because we aren't always hanging out together doesn't mean anything will change.  Not anything that matters.  Okay?”  Blaine nodded again and Sam pulled him into a hug.  “I love you, dude.  That's not going to change.”

“Thanks, Sam.” He squeezed him harder.  “I love you too.”   Blaine took a deep breath and sat back, trying to think of something normal to talk about.  “Well, why don't you tell me all of the details of your date with Cora?  Give me the blow by blow.”

“Blaine!  Didn't you get enough of that from Kurt?”