Can't Help Falling For You
Here, There and Everywhere

Blainelooked up at Sam beside him as they filed out of the cinema, the smile on hisface wide as he gazed affectionately at his best friend. He felt happier thanhe had in a long time and it was all because of this person standing besidehim. His heart fluttered slightly when the blonde turned to him, his eyesshining brightly, his beaming face warm and kind. Sam had been taking him outso often lately that Blaine had not had time to mope about Kurt at all, despitethe fact that Kurt was completely ignoring him at school. He couldn't have beena more grateful recipient of Sam's outings. They had been close friends forsome time now, but their mutual break ups with their other halves had drawnthem even closer together. They seemed to spend almost all their free time withone another. Today had been no exception. They had just finished watching amovie marathon of the first three Star Wars movies, something that both Blaineand Sam loved.

“Dude Ican never watch those films too many times.” Sam told him with an eagerinnocent excitement that was fast becoming the most endearing thing to Blainein the world. Chuckling, Blaine thought back wistfully to when he had been achild, begging his parents for a Jedi robe and lightsabre. Something he hadnever gotten, much to his dismay.

“Meeither. I used to wish I could be a Jedi when I was a kid.” He sighed asnostalgia took over. If he were really honest he still wished he could be aJedi, a little bit at least.

“We stillcould you know. Get the robes and the lightsabres.” Sam smiled wickedly down atBlaine and then placed his hand over his mouth to breath in the way Darth Vaderdid in the movies. If there was one thing Sam loved to do it was impressions.“Blaine, I am your friend.”

Blaineplayed along with Sam, trying not to giggle as he did so. He turned to fullyface Sam and shouted loudly. “No!” Both boys looked at each other and buckledover in fits of laughter which took almost five minutes to die down completely.When they had finished, Sam, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes andsobering up, slid his arm around Blaine's shoulder, making the smaller boyblush faintly as his heart pounded slightly faster in his chest.

“You knowwhat they should do?” Blaine watched absorbed as Sam's wondrous blue eyessparkled with mirth at his idea.

“What?”He returned a little breathlessly, edging closer to his blonde friend whosqueezed his arm more tightly around Blaine's small frame. He couldn't stophimself from gazing tenderly into the sky blue eyes of his handsome friendbefore they lingered downwards to his lips. Those soft, kissable...

“Make amusical version of Star Wars and then you could play Luke and I could play HanSolo and some hot chick could be Leia.” Sam had completely killed any sort ofromantic feelings Blaine may have been having right at that precise point. Ofcourse he wants a hot chick to play Leia, he's straight Blaine. Stop being suchan idiot. Blaine rolled his eyes to stop Sam from recognising his pathetic,sappy musings of his friend and his dreams of becoming something vaguely morethan friends.

“You justwant to see her in that bikini again, don't you Sam?” The dark haired boysighed but couldn't stop himself from chuckling lightly at his friendscompletely predicable behaviour. Sam was nothing if not predicable.Unfortunately for him.

Sam lookedat him as if he were the most idiotic person on the planet. “Err, duh! Ofcourse. She's totally hot in that scene.”

“...Whatever.”

Sam,looked at him intensely for a few seconds and Blaine could feel his stomachlurch apprehensively as he shifted under his friend’s gaze. “Oh come on, youtold me once that you appreciated the female form. You seriously have neverwandered what boobs feel like? Ever?” Sam asked him, looking curiously atBlaine, clearly wanting to know his inner most thoughts on the subject. Blaineknew he would disappoint his friend. He really didn't think about women ortheir breasts at all, especially when Sam was right beside him. I mean, whywould he?

“Notreally Sam, No.” Sam looked a little disappointed to know that he would neverbe able to talk with his bestie about parts of the female anatomy in the why hehad with people like Finn or Puck and Blaine started to feel a little bad. Butnot enough to talk about breasts with Sam.

“Tinawould let you feel her boobs if you wanted to know what they felt like youknow.” He pushed the prospect out there and it was all Blaine could do to glaredarkly at his friend without hitting him hard on the arm with his fist. Thathad to be the worst idea he had ever heard Sam come up with. If he felt Tina'sboobs he would never get her to stop crushing on him. Ever. “They're prettygood you know, only don't tell her I said that.”

“Oh myGod, stop Sam. I am never going to feel Tina's boobs.” Blaine indignantlyreplied. Sam snickered at his response and he suddenly realised that Sam wasmaking fun of him and hit him lightly and playfully on the arm, causing Sam tohowl out loud in great guffaws.

“Dude,you should have seen your face.” Sam doubled over and Blaine folded his armsacross his chest, arching one eyebrow pointedly before his annoyance fadedaway. He couldn't help it; Sam's impish grin was too much for Blaine to handle.

“Come on,let's go get something to eat.” He grabbed Sam's hand and felt the taller boyshand slide firmly into his own, tightly grasping his hand as their fingersinterlocked with each other’s. Blaine gulped slightly but could feel the slightcurl at the corners of his lips as they tugged upwards into a small smilewhilst they walked down the busy New York streets hand in hand.

Blainestood in front of the painting he was looking at, a puzzled expression on hisface. Sam had taken him to visit the Museum of Modern Art since they had a newexhibit on, but he had to admit he was a little flabbergasted at why Sam hadtaken him to see this exhibit in particular. He turned his head to the side totry and figure out what the hell the picture might actually be but all he couldsee were blobs. Big blobs, small blobs, round, long, they were all just blobs ofcolour. He couldn't make head nor tail of it. Blaine didn't dislike art intheory but this was way beyond his comprehension.

“What areyou doing?” Sam asked, coming up behind Blaine and he shrugged his shoulders atthe blonde next to him.

“Tryingto work out what this is...” Blaine tapped his finger on his chin and liftedhis head, frowning as he tried to work out what it might be. Sam gave him alook of bewilderment as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing outloud.

“Um dude,really? I totally thought you would get it straight away.” His shoulders shookas Blaine's frown deepened, his mouth curving downwards as he squinted but thenthrew his hands in the air, clearly giving up.

“Why?” Heasked, frustrated.

“Look atit.” Sam cupped his hands on both sides of Blaine's face, the smaller boy’seyes widening as Sam's calloused hands lay gently on his skin, twistingBlaine's flushing face back up to look at the picture once again. “With yourhead straight Blaine. Maybe we need to step back a little so you can take thewhole picture in...” They both stepped back in sync with each other until itbecame obvious to Blaine what the picture's subject was now about. His eyes gotlarger in recognition as he took in all the blobs as one.

“Ooooh,um...yeah. I think I get it now.”

“My junklooks way better than that. This artist sucks. Please tell me yours doesn'tlook like that because I think I might worry if it does.” Sam scoffed at thepainting and Blaine silently agreed that this artist was not one of the greats.It was a mishmash of colours and textures all colliding to create a smallestsemblance of the male genitalia. Blaine realised with a start that Sam waswaiting for an answer and so fumbled the next words out of his mouth.

“Errno... my 'junk' as you put it does not look like that.”

“ThankGod. I think the model may have had something wrong with him.” Sam winced andhis hand slowly ghosted over the front of his pants and Blaine couldn't helpbut giggle at Sam's sympathy with the model in question.

“This ismodern art right? It probably looks nothing like the original.”

Samthought about what Blaine had chuckled in reply to him, his expression pensive.“Oh... yeah you're probably right.”

“Can wetalk about something else now?” The dark haired boy pleaded with his friend,his puppy dog eyes gazing up hopefully at the blonde next to him.

“Yeah,can we go? Cause this is really boring. I heard it was about the intimate partsof the human body but it's just a load of...” Blaine cut Sam off sharply, hishand flying up in a stop signal at his friend. It's not that he minded Samtalking about that, but in such a public place... Blaine knew he would blush sored that he could have passed as the stop section in a set of traffic lights.

“Sam!”

Thecurator turned around at the noise, looking primly down her hooked noise at theboth of them as she glowered silently. “Uh yeah, let’s go.” Sam mumbled quietlyto his friend. They both hurriedly raced out of the museum with their headsdown, the curator looking unpleasantly at them as they almost ran out to getaway from her wrath. Neither of them wanted to know what that might haveinvolved...

Blainewas avoiding Kurt as much as he could at school, mostly because seeing himcaused pain to blossom in his chest. Unfortunately avoiding the lean boy thatwas now his ex was harder then it sounded. They shared most of the same classesthanks to Blaine's manoeuvring his timetable around at the beginning of theyear. He sat waiting for his fighting skills class to start, sitting in thecorner alone. He watched as Kurt flirted with some of the other boys in classand he could feel the squeeze as his insides tightened and the tears stung hiseyes. How could he do this right in front of him? Kurt laughed and batted hiseyelashes at a taller boy with grey eyes and a shock of deep auburn hair. Hewas everything that Blaine wasn't. Tall, handsome, fit. A smile full of whiteteeth, none of which were crooked. His nose didn't have a little dent in it likehis either. He immediately hated this boy. Who was he anyway? Some jumped up,arrogant jerk, that's who. All through class he watched as Kurt giggled andsmiled at this boy, completely ignoring Blaine in the process.

After theclass was over he couldn't get out fast enough, flying to the patisserie downthe street from the college. Before he could think any further he boughthimself a cronut, stuffing it down his throat. Guilt blossomed in his chest athaving eaten the fattening food and he walked back home very much ashamed ofhimself. Going up the stairs and through his front door he felt a huge sense ofrelief when he saw Sam in the living room playing on his video games.

“Sam...I...”As the sobs erupted from his chest, Sam paused his game and looked up, worryevident on his face and Blaine ran over, falling into his friend’s arms.

“OhBlaine, what happened?” Sam asked as his arms wrapped themselves tightly aroundthe smaller boy who was loudly weeping into his arms.

“Kurt wasflirting with someone in school and he was enjoying it. I know it soundsstupid, but I... guess I felt so invisible to him. He didn't look at me onceduring class today, not once and was flirting outrageously with him. So Ibought a cronut... I feel so stupid Sam. What's wrong with me?” Sam hushed himgently, rocking him back and forth till his sobs died down to hiccups.

“Hey,there is nothing wrong with you. You're still hurting from your break up ofcourse it's gonna hurt you seeing Kurt that way. I can't believe he was beingso insensitive. The cronut was no biggie alright? I tell you what, we'll startjogging in the mornings too. Kick our healthy living pact up a notch. Yeah?”

Blainelooked up at his friend, his eyes large and filled with sorrow. He knew that noamount of exercise was going to help him to shake this pain from his heart. Butat least Sam was trying and that meant more then he could ever describe.“...Ok.”

“Hey,it'll be alright. You know what, one day you're gonna meet someone totallyawesome who loves you just the way you are and understands you like no one elsedoes. Apart from maybe me. Then you'll wonder why you ever liked Kurt in thefirst place.” Blaine chuckled a little at Sam's absurdity as the blonde huggedhim tightly. Leaning his head against the larger boy’s chest, listening to thesoothing beats of Sam's heart, he couldn't help but wish that the person Samhad just described was actually Sam himself...

Sam stoodin the kitchen with a cardboard box in hand shoving all manner of junk foodsinto it to take to his friends and share it out. He was determined not to haveany unhealthy food available for his best friend in the house and that meantgetting rid of it all. Even the cool ranch Doritos he had been hiding on thetop shelf so neither Mercedes or Blaine could reach it without a chair. Hewanted to get rid of everything. Blaine had been doing so well until thisepisode with Kurt and Sam didn't want him to slip up again just because it wasthere to taunt him. Some of the stuff was Mercedes though so he knew he wasgoing to have to talk to her about keeping her junk food to herself. He hadbeen giving the girl some space since they had split but he knew she wouldn'tmind him asking this favour for Blaine. When he heard the front door go hehoped it would be the diva and not his best friend. When she appeared he letout a puff of relief. She looked at him strangely, obviously wondering what wasin the box he was holding.

“Mercedeshi, um... I was wondering if you could do me a favour?” He blurted out and shefolded her arms across her chest, looking at him wearily.

“What isit Sam?” She asked coolly, not moving from the spot in the doorway to thekitchen.

“Couldyou possibly keep your junk food in your room? It's just that Blaine's kindatrying not to eat any right now and I wanna keep temptation out of arms reach,so to speak.” Mercedes face softened when she heard the explanation and Sam washopeful of a positive response.

“...Sure,I can do that. Is Blaine ok? You two have been spending quite a lot of timetogether recently.” She inquired as she started taking her own food out of thecupboards to take upstairs into her room. Blaine would never go in there so itwouldn't be a problem with her having her snacks in her room.

“Yeah,he's gonna be fine. I'm just cheering him up, you know how it is.”

“Ofcourse.” Mercedes nodded sympathetically. This break that Kurt and Blaine wereon had really seemed to affect Blaine and although she was closer friends withKurt she didn't want to hurt her other friend either, which was why she wasdoing this for him. As she took her sweets and snacks upstairs she ponderedover the fact that the dark haired little pocket rocket and Sam were spendingso much time together. They seemed to be doing everything together and shethought that it was becoming a little weird the amount of time they werespending with each other. It seemed the only time they weren't together waswhen they were sleeping. But then they were best friends so she felt she shouldn'tbe that surprised really, not in the whole scheme of things. Shrugging allthoughts of the boys off she entered her room and closed the door to relax insolitude.

Sambought Blaine to a small café looking place on the corner of a block not toofar from their apartment. Blaine looked around at the bright interior with thedifferent coloured chairs. It looked just the type of place that Sam would lovewith its sunny looking walls and its colourful furniture. “So, I am bringingyou here for a treat dude because you have been really amazing over the pastcouple of weeks and losing five pounds? That's really good going B.” He clappedthe smaller boy on the back and Blaine looked over at the counter where whatlooked like ice cream was being sold. He really didn't want to eat any icecream, if he did then he wasn't sure he would be able to stop. He hadn't hadany for so long and it tasted so good.

“ThanksSam, but I don't know whether I should be eating ice cream...” He told hisfriend hesitantly as he looked at the counter, his hunger starting to seep in.Sam chuckled at Blaine's mistake.

“Oh thisisn't ice cream Blaine. This is the single most amazing thing ever. This isfrozen yoghurt. Trust me, you are going to love it.” Sam went up to the counterand Blaine shuffled alongside him and watched as his friend ordered two mediumsized cups, one raspberry flavour with real raspberries on top and one vanillafor Sam. Blaine was almost salivating as Sam handed him the cup. It lookeddelicious. Once they had taken a seat, the smaller boy took a big spoonful ofthe treat and moaned in pleasure, his eyes closing at the sensational tasteexploding in his mouth. Sam was the best friend he could ever have. This wasalmost like a taste of heaven.

“Wow!This is really good! Thank you so much Sam.” His heart leapt at Sam's easysmile as he watched his friend devour his treat. He was the most thoughtfulperson in the world and it made Blaine's insides hum from happiness. No oneelse would ever have thought to treat Blaine with something like this becausehe was doing so well at something. His whole life he had tried to be good at asmuch as possible so that he would be noticed, gain attention and affection andyet he more often than not wasn't given any. Not by his family, his teachers,even sometimes his friends and, dare he say it, Kurt. He tried so hard to makepeople see him. But with Sam it was different. Sam saw him for who he was, hedidn't need to try vying for his affection. He could feel the little pitterpatters in his heart as he sat in companionable silence beside his good friend.

“Don'tmention it. It's better than ice cream and as I said you deserve a treat.You've been doing so well. I'm really proud of you B.” Blaine flushed andslight tears pricked into the corners of his eyes. He had been so kind to himrecently and he knew that his heart strings were being pulled. He couldn't helpbut gaze softly at Sam for the rest of their time in the yoghurt shop listeningto his friend chatter away about this that and all manner of things.

Blaineran on the treadmill, sweat trickling down his face but his concentrationwasn't in what he was doing right then. Across the gym sat Sam on the rowingmachine. The way that his biceps rippled as he pulled back on the machinecaused Blaine's throat to go dry. He absent-mindedly took his water bottle upfrom the holder at the side of the treadmill, taking a large sip. The way thesweat was pouring down Sam's face and sliding down his chest as the boyfurrowed his brow in concentration caused all kinds of emotions to go throughthe boy. Bewilderment, apprehension, lust, desire, hunger. Love.

Herealised without a doubt that he was beginning to have serious feelings for Samdespite his attempts not to. His eyes lingered over Sam's plump, full lips, hisheart racing inside his chest and not because of the exercise. He had beenhaving dreams of kissing those soft, delectable lips. He felt his eyes close,his lips curling up into a smile as he gave in to his thoughts of kissing hisfriend. How Sam's tongue would rake over his lips to part his tenderly, howthey kissed slowly and deeply in the most loving and intimate way. God how muchhe wanted Sam to kiss him. To hold him close so that his head lay on his chest.To spend his days in Sam's strong arms. He couldn't think of anything he wantedmore...