"Iced coffee, black with two splenda," Blaine said in a sing-songy voice as he placed the drink on the table beside Sam, and then his own coffee beside himself. He slipped into his chair and smiled at his friend.
"You know my coffee order?" Sam laughed, "I feel like Kurt."
"Oh, well, you know-" Blaine stammered, "That's what friends are for."
Sam leaned back in his tight Pacsun sweater and held his coffee tight. "So, speaking of him, when are you actually seeing Kurt again?"
"I don't even know," Blaine answered. He fidgeted in his seat a bit as he looked longingly at the door,
"And it's hard because I'm like really lonely."
"You know whenever you're feeling down, I have like no problem coming right over and doing some impressions for you. And maybe cooking you some food," Sam reminded, "I make a killer casserole."
"Say that louder," Blaine joked, "The jocks will have a field day with that one."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Screw them."
"Plus," Blaine changed the subject again, "Sometimes I need more than just a friend's company. Like, Kurt I could always open up to, and cuddle with, and have some fun like..."
"Without your hand?" Sam laughed.
This caused Blaine to blush a bit as he hid behind his coffee, "Yeah."
"Well, I mean you can talk to me and maybe cuddle," Sam teased, "But I don't know. Anything else might cost extra."
"Funny," Blaine said sarcastically as he threw a sugar packet at Sam.
As it hit his nose, Sam gave off a light chuckle. "Blaine, you know you really can talk to me about anything. I know what it's like to be lonely. When I left I would've killed for a shoulder to cry on."
"Yeah," Blaine shrugged. "I mean, I know I can talk to you and -"
"Excuse me." A man, looking about their age cut Blaine off. His muscles were defined, and he was cute. However, he was no Sam. "I just wanted to say, you look really cute right now."
Blaine blushed, looking away. "Oh, thank you."
"I just wanted you to have this," he handed Blaine a slip of paper, containing his phone number, "I'm Eli by the way."
Blaine opened his mouth as the man walked away, his eyes looking right at his toned legs in his shorts. "Oh... That was...."
"Holy shit," Sam laughed, "Hopefully that surprise will hold you over until you see Kurt again."
Blaine put the paper down as he watched his friend stand up. "What are you doing?"
"I have to freakin' pee." Sam admitted as he made a B-line for the bathroom."
Blaine looked back down. He eyed the paper. He considered throwing it away, but stopped for a moment. Then, he grabbed the paper and hid it in his pocket.
---GLEE---
It was about two in the morning, when Sam sat alone in his living room. He was playing Call of Duty in his tighty whities and a t-shirt. It was his usual ritual on nights when there was nothing else to do. Suddenly, he heard a loud banging at the door. Sam paused the game and jumped up, taking a step back. The banging sounded again, someone was knocking very hard.
"Sam?" Blaine called from the other side. "Sam please be here! Sam!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Sam calmed down and opened the door. He stuck his head out. "Blaine?
