I'm having waaaaaay too much fun with my Blam crack fic. I missed writing humor.
He got his answer on a Friday night where Blaine decided to stay home to have their Epic Mario Kart Faceoff rather than go out to some club with his friends from work.
He got home looking rather tired and kinda pissed off about some work thingy he wasn’t sure he understood.
So, Blaine came taking off his jacket and unconsciously setting free his curls out of their gel prison, pacing around in front of the TV and the movie he was actually kinda trying to watch. And he really really tried to understand what had happened to let his bro so pissed, but seeing the shorter man like that, all he could really concentrate on was how all that angry-undone look looked totally kinda really hot on him.
So the thing that was different was that he found his best bro totally hot now. In a completely non-platonic non-objective way (since, objectively, he always knew that fact).
But now… Now that fact made him feel all weird a and tingly inside.
“B…?” – he interrupted Blaine mid-rant, looking at his friend with a mild freaked out expression on, what made the brunette drop the hole complaining thing at once, parking his own (pert, round and wasn't Tina right: perfect) ass beside Sam’s on the house couch, looking worried.
“What? What is it Sam? I’m so so sorry…Did something happened?”
“Yeah, it totally did. I just got that I find you hot.” – he blurted out before he could think better of it.
“Y-… What?” – Blaine whispered back, looking like he really, really believed he had suffered a mild stroke right now.
“NO-What? Nothing! I have to-…go. Yeah, I totally have to go... Right now.”
“To… sleep! I’m totally super duper tired and not at all responsible for my words right now, so… sleep. Yeah. Right… now…”
“But it’s like eight o’clock.”
“Suuuuper duper ultra tired man, c’mon…”
“…All right?... So... no Epic Super Mario Faceoff?”