When Tom told Sam that he would be a supervisor that year, the boy had mixed feelings. He knew it was a rare opportunity to get into the Purple Squad. On the other hand, it would be pretty boring without missions. Despite his doubts he had no saying in it – the head told him to supervise and he had to do it. It was like a boring one year long mission.

It proved to be boring very soon. Sam wasn’t a sexist, not at all, but he just knew that Santana wasn’t his pass to the higher level squad. So it was not only boring but also useless. However, he still did his best, even though a bit jealous for Nick and Blaine whose, ‘whites’ appeared to be more talented.

“You know, you shouldn’t kick so high,” Sam told Sebastian silently after one group work-out session when everyone was getting dressed after a shower.

Sebastian put his t-shirt on and closed the locker. “Nick said I was doing everything alright.”

Sam shrugged. “Sure if ‘alright’ is what you are aiming for. I’ll see you later,” he said and turned to leave.

“Wait, I will walk with you,” Sebastian said and followed the other boy. Nobody seemed to notice them leaving together.

“Nick is not pushing you to your limits, I can see that,” Sam said once they were in the corridor, the doors shut behind them.

Sebastian was silent for a moment, his face furrowed. “If I keep the same level, which squad would I get into?” he asked after some time, when they were climbing the stairs.

“The Red Squad, maybe Blue if you are lucky,” Sam answered eyeing the other boy intently. He could see something in his eyes that told him that Sebastian was doubting Nick’s skills. Now it was his chance to make the year at least a bit more interesting. “But with my help you could get into the Green Squad. Who knows, maybe even the Purple.”

“What do you mean, ‘with your help’? You are Santana’s supervisor,” he uttered but Sam could feel an excitement and maybe some hope in his voice.

“So what?” he asked. “I would continue training Santana, you would continue your lessons with Nick but during the leisure time we could train a little bit more.”

“What is in it for you?” Sebastian asked distrustfully.

Sam shrugged. “Training with Santana is not challenging for me. With you I would benefit as well. Besides, I hate doing nothing so I may spend my free time in a useful way.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do this. I just don’t want anyone to know.”

“You are reading my mind,’ Sam smirked. “Though after some time people will figure out. Let’s see how soon.”

<~*~>

Very quickly the boys became good friends. It’s probably inevitable when two people spend so much time together.

“I hate fighting you blindfolded,” Sebastian said, breathing heavily and taking the blindfold off the eyes. “I always end up with multiple bruises.”

Sam snorted. “It’s because you don’t concentrate. People rely too much on their eyesight. Forget that you can see. Focus on your other senses, especially hearing.”

“I’m just not good at this,” Sebastian sighed and sat down on a bench. Sam joined him shortly.

“You just need to practice more,” he said placing his hand on the boy’s knee and squeezing it slightly. “Trust me, you are really good.”

Sebastian smiled at him and did what Sam didn’t see coming – pressed their lips together without hesitation. Not even one second passed before Sam pulled away. The other boy looked both confused and apologetic.

“Sam, I–” he started but didn’t really know what to say.

Sam smiled and cleared his throat. “Um, I… I’m sorry, I must have sent you wrong signals or something. I mean, I like you, but just as a friend. You do know I’m straight, right?”

“Wait, you are straight? My gaydar must be broken or something. I thought you were gay or at least bi,” Sebastian grimaced. “Sorry for the misunderstanding.”

Sam laughed. “No worries. But I will punish you for the kiss! Put the blindfold on and I will kick your ass again.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes but did as Sam had instructed.