Can't Help Falling For You
Down in Greenwich Village

The twoboys jogged through the park early one spring morning. Sam was deep intodescribing his latest modelling drama, thinking that Blaine was hanging offevery word. But he wasn't. He was too busy day dreaming over his friendsstriking eyes and golden hair that shone in the dawn's first rays. Sam had doneso much for him over these past weeks. He had been there through everything.Blaine was falling hard and he couldn't seem to do anything to stop it. Sam wasthe one person he could rely on through it all, through the good times and thebad. He had patiently listened to him blather on and on about all his problems withKurt, never looking bored or uninterested. He had pushed him into eatinghealthier and he had lost so much weight that he was back down to his originalsize again. He had had to start wearing belts to keep his trousers up. He wasmore toned then he had ever been before, the beginnings of chiselled abs werestarting to form. Blaine had never had abs before. Ever. He felt better abouthimself than he had in years and it was all because of his best friend. The guywho understood him better than anyone else in the entire universe. Sam nevermade fun of his dorkiness or his eccentricities. He respected and cared for himno matter what. He loved him, all of him and never tried to change him. He hadrepeatedly told him that he didn't care what weight Blaine was, he would stillbe his best buddy. Blaine's heart was beginning to thrum whenever his friendwas around. He knew that it was a difficult position to be in. After all Samdidn't and couldn't feel the same way back but it felt so good to have someonecare so much after everything with Kurt that Blaine had let his feelings growand grow till they had reached these epic proportions. He was pretty sure hewas in love with his best friend. He loved Sam. Was in love with him andhe knew he was in so deep now that he might never be able to come back from it.He couldn't lose Sam though, and so he had kept it very quiet. It had to beunrequited. He tried to tune himself back into the conversation that so far hehad been able to get away with stating only a few grunts and hums in the rightplaces, but he just couldn't concentrate as he watched his friend’s kissablefull lips talk at him.

Sam waslivid. Who did those modelling agency people think they were anyway? He hadspent the better part of an hour explaining to his friend about what they thoughtSam's shortcomings were. Which was quite a lot from the sounds of it. Unless hehad most of his kit off they didn't seem interested. “So anyway, then they toldme that I didn't have the right look for a businessman. I can look like abusinessman can't I Blaine?” Sam looked down at his friend waiting for ananswer, his eyes looking at Blaine for guidance.

“Uh huh.”Blaine replied non committedly but Sam didn't really notice because he was somad right now. Blaine's eyes were still glued to his friend’s lips and thoughtsof kissing them popped back into his head. That had been all he had been ableto think of for almost a week now. How much he wanted to kiss those big, softlips of his.

“That'swhat I said. All they need to do is give me the clothes. I can rock any lookbut they won't give it to me. They think I'm not the 'academic smart' look,whatever that means...” He grumbled blackly thinking back to the meeting he hadhad with the modelling agency yesterday. For some reason they didn't seem totake him seriously. He didn't understand it at all.

“Yeah...”Blaine responded, looking up dreamily at his friend spoke to him. Sam stoppedand frowned. Was Blaine not listening? He looked completely out of it. They hadbeen jogging for quite some time now, maybe it had gotten too much for hislittle friend?

“Blaineare you listening?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watchedBlaine carry on jogging till he realised Sam had stopped and did likewise,looking puzzled as to why they had stopped.

“Hmm? Oh,I'm sorry Sam I was in another world. So they won't let you do the shoot? Why?”Blaine asked him, coming up beside him and giving him a supportive look.

“Becausethey don't think I look 'business' enough.”

Blainefrowned at Sam's words. At least his friend didn't think he couldn't do it.“But that's stupid. When you've got the clothes on you will.”

“Dude,that is totally what I said.” Sam threw his hands up into the air in afrustrated manner. He didn't understand why they all couldn't see it. Blainecould and Blaine was smarter than the whole lot of them. Maybe that was why hecould see it and they couldn't? Sam watched as his friend got the look ofdetermination that he always got on his face when he decided that he was goingto do something. Well if Blaine was getting onto the case he could rest easy.Blaine was nothing if not a superhero when it came to sorting his problems out.He was awesome in that way. He always helped Sam out when it came to his dreamsand wishes. That's why he was Sam's best friend.

“Wellthen we need to show them what they are missing out on. I'll take you shoppingthis afternoon if you want and we'll show them that you, Sam Evans, can rockthe business look.” Sam smiled widely down at his friend. He knew Blaine wouldcome through for him. He always did.

“ThanksBlaine. You're awesome.” Sam walked over to the smaller boy, giving him atight, sweaty hug. Sam thought he might complain but instead he heard a softhum from his friend, almost like a cat's purr. Well if Blaine was happy then hewas happy. Sam was just glad he could make his little friend smile again.Blaine looked up at him with his huge, sparkling, golden eyes; the grin on hisface bigger then Sam had seen in years, not since Blaine and Kurt had only juststarted dating. Breaking off the hug Blaine started to jog again, looking backexpectantly for Sam to follow, his eyes shining in mirth. Sam beamed back andstarted to jog after him.

Herealised with a start that Blaine understood him better than anyone. He understoodthat Sam was actually nowhere near as confident as he made out, that he wasinsecure in his looks and smarts. Blaine had told him once that he was specialand smart, just not book smart. He was people smart. That had made Sam really,truly see Blaine as his best friend for the first time. He always made Sam feellike he could accomplish anything he set his mind on, no matter what it was.That he was capable of whatever he wanted to do. So what if he didn't get greatgrades at school, that didn't make him dumb. Blaine was always there to chivvyhim on, no matter what and Sam couldn't put into words how much that meant tohim. He looked across at his contented looking friend and his breath hitchedinto his throat, making him stop running. He had never before seen quite howbeautiful Blaine actually was. His eyes that seemed almost to be made out ofliquid and forever changing colour to suit Blaine's mood; the long, darkeyelashes that framed his eyes making them look big, vulnerable and innocent.He had never noticed how his eyes crinkled up adorably when he smiled widely.It seemed to light up his whole face. The dark curls that fell down into hiseyes gave his face a softness Sam had never seen before. His cute little earsand his button nose. They were all beautiful. Sam's heart began to pound in hischest as he took in his friends face and how exquisite it really was. His eyeswent wide when Blaine stopped, looking back at him bemused.

“You okSam?” The blonde blushed furiously, nodding his head. He was confused about whyhe suddenly had these thoughts pop up into his head, I mean it was Blaine, notsome hot chick. He tried to shrug off this weird feeling he had in the pit ofhis stomach, like there was a fire raging in it and it was out of control. Itwas making his stomach tingle all over and his heart hammer at a stupidly fastpace. The fire seemed to be growing as he carried on jogging next to his friendand it didn't seem to be going away...

“Youalmost ready B?” Sam called through Blaine's bedroom door. That afternoonBlaine had helped him out by picking out the most amazing business outfit atthe shops. Just as he had said he would. Because of it Sam had managed to landthe job of modelling the business wear. He would be eternally grateful to hisfriend. Since he owed Blaine big time he wanted to give him a treat and so hehad decided to take Blaine out to a gay bar that the boy had been mentioning anawful lot recently down in Greenwich village.

“Yeah,I'll meet you downstairs!” Blaine called out from behind the door and Sam,content in his reply ambled downstairs to wait for him. Blaine preened in frontof his mirror trying to get his hair just right. The blonde had mentioned howhe loved Blaine's curls after their jogging session today and that he shouldstop wearing so much gel. He wanted Sam to like how he looked and so he had puta lot less gel in his hair, leaving the curls freer, more like waves in hishair. They weren't bouncing around his face since he hated that, but he let itcurl more than he had in years. When he was satisfied that every curl was inplace perfectly he smiled at himself in the mirror thinking that he lookedreally good. He had bought himself a navy shirt earlier when Sam had been tryingon suits and the cut perfectly showed off his trim figure. That paired with oneof his favourite pairs of Capri pants and loafers and he felt more like himselfagain then he had in a while. He left his room, wondering down the stairs andtried in vain to figure out where Sam might be taking him that he had to getdressed up for. He had interrogated Sam the whole taxi ride there and only whenthey stepped out of the car did he actually see where they were. The darkhaired boy squealed in delight and leapt into Sam's arms as the taller boylaughed loudly.

“Oh myGod Sam, I've wanted to come here for ages! Kurt never seemed to want to gothough...” Blaine jumped up and down in excitement and Sam couldn't help butthink that Blaine was utterly adorable right at this current moment. He lookedlike a kid that was about to unwrap a mound of presents. He smiled down at hisgolden eyed friend and felt as his heart skipped a beat. Sam, not being able totake the strength of his feelings any more, had to look away, his emotionsvexing him as he tried to forget what his heart was telling him.

“Well youdeserve it. You totally helped my get that gig for the business suits. Plus, Ithink you need to have a little fun, let down your hair a little. Well, notyour hair obviously because that's not moving anywhere with all that gel onit...” His grinned cheekily and Blaine playfully whacked him on the arm.

“Ok, ok,I get it. I use a lot of gel. Thanks Sam...” Blaine gave Sam a pointed look,his eyebrow raising as he pouted a little. Sam almost laughed at how cuteBlaine was, even when he wasn't trying to be. They queued up, getting inrapidly and went straight over to the bar. They had both agreed they were goingto have fun tonight and what better way to have fun then to drink a little. Samordered them beers and two shots of whiskey each. By the time they had downedtheir shots and drank their beers both boys were buzzing, although admittedlyBlaine more so then Sam.

“Let'sdance Sammy. I wanna dance!” Blaine yelled over the music and Sam smiled,pulling the more than willing boy onto the dance floor. They whirled and jumpedon the floor to the faster songs, only leaving once a slower song came on.Blaine pulled his friend off the dance floor, going directly to the bar andmore drinks...

Blainestumbled back from the toilets and looked around wondering where Sam had gone.He couldn't spot him anywhere in the vicinity of where he left him. Hearing alot of yelling going on in the middle of the dance floor, Blaine craned hisneck around people, trying desperately to figure out what was going on that wascausing this much of a racket. He shoved and sidled his way through the crowd,his stomach dropping when he caught a glimpse of blonde locks bobbing above thepeople surrounding him. If that's Sam... Well Blaine didn't know what hewas going to do but he could feel the anger of the green eyed monster sittingon his shoulder in his drink addled mind. When he finally managed to breakthrough the crowds, there was Sam, his chest bare and stripping his jeans offto Sam's patented body rolls. The men around him were hooting and hollering asSam stripped down to his teeny, tiny boxer briefs that left little to theimagination, causing Blaine to flush at the site. When the man beside himwhistled suggestively at the tall blonde, Blaine's glare became full of wrathat the people ogling his friend. Not really thinking straight he stalkedunsteadily up to Sam, grabbing his arm tightly, trying to haul him off the dancefloor with little success.

“Blainey!”Sam started to wrap his arms around Blaine in a close hug, but the dark hairedboy pushed him back, furious at the scene his friend was making. Here he wasshowing the whole world his flesh and Blaine just couldn't take it. It was toomuch. He hadn't even seen Sam looking like this. Sam's mine, not theirs. Whycan't they go away? He viciously glowered at the gay men surrounding them,telling them with his eyes to back off. That Sam was his, and his alone.

“What thehell are you doing Sam?” Blaine demanded, rounding on the blonde who lookedstartled at his friend yelling at him with rage in his voice. The smaller boystarted pulling Sam away from dance floor, much to the other gay men’s chagrin.He could hear them whine and moan, booing him for taking Sam and his strip showaway from them all, as he picked up his friend’s clothes along the way.

When heheard Sam himself whine Blaine whipped round, still seeing red in his state ofjealousy. “But I was having fun as White Chocolate...” Sam protested, pointingto the dance floor and the other guys who were watching them both. He wriggledhis way out of his friend’s grip and sauntered back to the dance floor, much tothe delight of the men who had been enjoying the striptease, if the great cheerwas anything to go by. Blaine could feel the sting of tears in the corners ofhis eyes as he watched his friend go to dance with complete strangers ratherthan be with him. Face it Blaine, he's not interested in you... Blainehuffed despondently, going to sit down on one of the sofas on the edge of thefloor, crossing his arms over himself and sulking as he viewed all the mensurrounding Sam, throwing themselves at him. He wished that it could be him andhim alone up there, no other gay man in sight. In fact, no one else insight. He hated how he felt but he just couldn't help it. His heart ached. Hewanted Sam. He knew he shouldn't have let himself fall for the handsome blondebut he just couldn't help himself. Sam was one of a kind and Blaine had to sitand watch as everyone other than him got to touch him, caress him, show him howthey lusted after him. It wasn't fair...

Sam washaving so much fun. He loved dancing. These gay clubs were so totally awesome.They all loved him as White Chocolate. He couldn't really remember how he hadgotten down to only his underwear but hey, he was mostly an underwear modelanyway so he wasn't embarrassed. As he danced he looked over at his friend andstopped short. Blaine looked miserable and his heart dropped to the pit of hisstomach. Was he the cause of it? He vaguely recollected Blaine looking angryand upset at him earlier. He hated seeing Blaine upset. He was so much cuterwhen he was smiling. Maybe I should make him smile again? He padded overto his friend, wobbly on his feet from the huge intake of alcohol he had taken.

Leaningin towards his friend, who was looking at him wearily, he whispered in his ear.“Hey Blainey. I'm gonna make you smile. You're sexy when you smile.” At seeingthe blush on his friends face Sam grinned widely. His friend seemed to be doingthat more and more lately. Sam found it endearing. He walked around the sofa tothe back of it, gliding his hands down Blaine's chest, making the boy frown inpuzzlement at what Sam was doing. “Relax B, I got you.” The dark haired boy,looking ever more bemused at his friend’s antics could only look on as Samraked his hands all over his chest, popping the buttons open on his shirt as hedid so. He heard the barest of moans come out of his friend as his handsghosted over Blaine's chest. Walking round slowly and seductively he stopped infront of the smaller boy, his back to him but glancing sexily at Blaine overhis shoulder. Blaine was looking directly at his ass which was exactly what Samwanted. His chest fluttered as he watched the golden eyes drink in his body. Itfelt really good to have Blaine lusting after him. Arching his back he bentdown, giving the smaller boy a full view of his pert, spread ass, wiggling itslowly in front of Blaine's face.

“Oh myG... Sam what are you?” Blaine whispered out, his hands gripping the seat hewas on tightly. He almost giggled as he saw the boy gulp, his eyes blown andhis hands twitching, wanting desperately to touch Sam. As he heard the musicstart he stood up, turning and rippling his body to the beat, getting closerand closer to Blaine, whose eyes were wide and his mouth hanging open. Sam bentdown to the boy, his face inches away as he slid his hands up Blaine's thighs.

“Shh, I'mmaking you happy. Did you know you have very pretty eyes? I like your eyes.They're like honey.” Many of the gay men in the club that were nearby hadspotted what was going on and had started egging Sam on, watching lustily as herippled his body ever closer to Blaine. The smaller boy blushed but the everincreasing smile on his face showed Sam that he was loving the performance. “Woo,yeah! I'm doing the sexy lap dance on my sexy friend!” Sam yelled out and thecrowd cheered. Blaine seemed to be oblivious to the people surrounding themhowever, his eyes solely on Sam and Sam alone. The blonde briefly traced hishand over Blaine's jeans near the zipper, feeling the boy’s length starting tostiffen under them before coming to straddle him completely, rutting againstthe golden eyed boy in time to the music, circling his hips occasionally for achange in the rhythm. Sam smiled widely as he brushed his hands through his friend’shair, feeling the short, sharp pants of Blaine's breath tickle his face and hiseyelids flutter as small groans came out of his mouth. Sam by this point was ashard as his friend underneath him and his thrusts into Blaine became harder andfaster in his bid for his pleasurable release. Grabbing Blaine's right hand, heplaced it on his ass and moaned aloud when his friend squeezed it firmly.Alcohol addled and in need of release, his pace increased causing the lustfilled boy under him to pant audibly. Sam, wanting to give his friend delightlike he had never felt before, at last felt Blaine stiffen underneath him andit was not long before Sam too felt an explosion wash over him as he came, thesmaller boy still holding onto his right butt cheek. All he could hear wascheering surrounding them both as he slumped down onto Blaine, his head restingon the smaller boy’s shoulder.

“Told youI could make you smile.” Sam whispered and he heard Blaine giggle, his gringetting wider. “I'm tired, can we go?”

“Yes.” Blainestated rather quickly and tugged for Sam to get off of him, grabbing his armand pulling him towards the exit as fast as his legs could carry him, stillholding onto Sam's discarded clothing...

Blainestood in the kitchen, his smile wide as he made pancakes for both himself andSam for breakfast. Sam had been amazingly sexy last night and Blaine was stillhumming from the high of pleasure from the night before. Sam had literallygiven him the most mind blowing lap dance he had ever had. The fact that it hadbeen the only lap dance he had ever had was beside the point. It had still beenmind-blowing. He was humming to himself when the boy in question came in, hisblonde hair sticking up all over the place. At least he had changed hisunderwear...

“Um...Hey Sam.” Blaine mumbled, his heart hammering as he remembered the events oflast night. Would Sam be ok with what happened? Blaine cared about him so much,he couldn't imagine his life without Sam in it. He didn't want to. His friendhad been so good about Blaine's sexuality. He had never made a big deal aboutit but after last night, Blaine was not so sure.

“HeyBlainey! Have fun last night? God I must have been wasted, I do not rememberhalf of what happened. I do remember having a really good time though. Do youknow where my jeans went dude?” Blaine's eyes bugged out of his head. He hadtaken Sam's messed up jeans off, after having dressed him outside the club lastnight of course, putting them in the washing machine alongside his own pairthat had been equally as messed.

“Um, Iput them in the wash cause you stained them. I hope you don't mind...” Blainetrailed off, his voice small and uncertain as he carried on flipping pancakesonto a plate.

“Oh,cool. Thanks. Must have spilt something on them. Are those pancakes for me?”Blaine couldn't stop his lips curling up at Sam's childlike expression as hestared in hope at the pancakes in front of him. Blaine slid the plate across toSam. He watched as Sam picked up his fork and started wolfing the pancakes downjust on their own. He was so completely and utterly cute.

“Sam, doyou?” Blaine bit his lip to stop himself. What if Sam didn't remember lastnight? He did say he couldn't remember some of what happened. Could thatinclude giving his best friend a lap dance?

“Do Iwhat?” He asked around the pancake in his mouth.

“Oh... err...”Blaine really, truly thought about telling Sam about what had happened betweenthem, but he didn't want things to get awkward. So he stayed silent. He decidedthat that might be the best policy. Because what Sam didn't know wouldn't hurthim, right? “Do you want lemon and sugar or syrup?”

“Lemonand sugar please. Thank B, you're the best.” Blaine chuckled as he passed overthe lemon he had sliced in half and the sugar bowl. He stared as Sam squeezedthe lemon juice over his food and sighed quietly, a dreamy expression comingover his face. He remembered how Sam's hands had felt when they had slid downover his chest. How sensual he was as his body rippled in front of his eyes. Ithad been thrilling and carnal and he had loved it. It was a good fantasy andone he would keep all to himself...