MAYBE WE STARTED THIS FIRE.
INVOLVED → Blaine Anderson and Sam Evans.
TIME FRAME → April 12th, 2014.
THE LOCATION → New York.
GENERAL NOTES → After Blaine's concert.
Sam: Sam definitely didn't know why he had even decided to come to New York the more the night went on. He'd gotten to watch Blaine sing on that stage and sure- he was amazing, he always was when he performed. But it didn't escape Sam's notice that he seemed a little too energetic to really be considered normal. At least, he was pretty sure there was something else involved there but he tried not to think about that too much. Not to mention that he had to sit through watching him declare his relationship to Kurt to everyone and then serenade him. Yes, coming to New York was definitely a mistake. Later, after the show however, he'd found himself sitting next to Sebastian and that actually was an improvement but his attention strayed every now and then and when Blaine got up and disappeared for a few minutes, Sam was excusing himself from the table before he could stop himself, following after him. He stopped just inside the bathroom door, walking in just in time to see Blaine rub his nose and turn around. Sam winced at Blaine's tone, but ultimately decided to ignore it and walked past him towards the sink, turning on the water to make a show of washing his hands. "Something tells me you didn't need anyone to hold your hand," Sam remarked after a minute, side-eyeing Blaine as he scrubbed at his hands. "You seem to have done pretty well yourself."
Blaine: Blaine instantly laughed, though it couldn't pass for more than a dark chuckle. His eyes were rolling as he shook his head, his body language said nothing more than a sarcastic 'typical'. Sam walked past him and headed straight for sink, something he didn't buy entirely, but his mind couldn't linger on the thought for more than a split second before he was taking in the remainder of Sam's words. Blaine should have just left it alone. In a completely sober, grounded state, there would have been no confrontation, not venomous exchanges, no mocking looks. He would have been upset, anxious and confused, maybe even a little hurt and frustrated, but never downright nasty. Not a gigantic prick. "Was it obvious?" Blaine questioned, shrugging with a sarcastic expression perched upon his features. "You noticed, did you? I really hope it was up to your standards, Sam." The bitterness dripped from his tone, "Wouldn't want you to waste a flight out to NYC for little ol' hypocritical me." Two months ago they'd been hot and heavy in a club, sneaking away and fucking each other senseless. Soaking up the beaches and alcohol Hawaii had to offer... But now they were here. "Then again, maybe I'm just missing the /point/." He laughed bitterly. Blaine should have headed back to the table, wrapped himself up in the company of his boyfriend and his friends, but the need to fuel the fire was impossible to deny.
Sam: Sam's eyebrows knitted together as he put pretty much of all of his focus into washing absolutely nothing off of his hands as Blaine basically stood next to him and mocked him. He had definitely not had enough to drink for this conversation and he was once again regretting not only following after his friend but coming to New York altogether. He huffed out a frustrated breath and he reached up to slam the water off before shaking out his hands over the sink. "It was a little obvious, yeah," Sam snapped back, stepping back to shoot a glare Blaine's way before grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands off, spending more time than necessary to rub the paper towel over his hands. "I don't want to talk about it," he said pointedly before continuing to speak anyway. "But yeah. I do think you're still missing the point. You were - no /are/ a hypocrite but that's not even the point. Can we just go. I don't know why I even came in here, my hands weren't even dirty..." He trailed off, tossing the paper towel into the trash bin and raising his eyebrows at Blaine before he turned to get ready to walk out.
Blaine: Blaine wasn't entirely sure what was and what wasn't obvious at this point considering his irritation seemed to stop the sense from actually being made. "Oh big surprise," Blaine mocked, shaking his head all over again. "You never wanna talk about it, just sweep it under the rug, Sam! No big deal, I'm getting used to the bullshit." In no way was Blaine being fair, but in his mind it made sense. Total sense. "Ever think maybe you're missing the point? I don't even know why you're so pissy with me, or you went off on me the other night, so whatever, man." How exactly was he being a hypocrite? It still didn't seem to add up. "Yeah, good cover, Sam. I knew you didn't fucking come in here for that. I don't need a goddamn baby sitter, especially if you're just going to throw a little tantrum. Go ahead, walk away, man. I don't even know why you bothered. You're not fooling anyone."
Sam: Just walk away. It wasn't worth it. Those words ran through his mind about ten times as he walked towards the door, but he still ended up pausing before he actually made any move to open it and turned around to face Blaine. Having this conversation through text was one thing, but having it in person? He wasn't sure that was something that he wanted to do. At all. Through text he could hide his emotions a little better, but in person every emotion from hurt to anger and everything else flashed across his face and he never was really good at holding a poker face. "I didn't come in here to babysit you," he sighed, his voice a lot less harsh than he'd intended. "I just--" What? Why did he come in there? To verify what he'd already pretty much known? "Nevermind, I don't know, but it wasn't to babysit you."
Blaine: Blaine was being an asshole by ever definition of the word, but he didn't see it. In his mind he was right and had the world in the palm of his hand. Nothing could have made him wrong in his current state and frankly, that's how he liked it. "Sure you didn't, Sam. I don't need the bullshit excuses." Blaine stated, shoving past Sam to get to the door, "But next time-" He stated, turning back as he had it half propped open, eyes eyes narrowed, "Find someone else to drunk dial 'cause it's not gonna be me. Got it?" The arrogance in his features as he nodded merged with total spite as Blaine pressed out of the bathroom to go rejoin his boyfriend and the rest of his friends. Tonight was his night and he wasn't going to let anyone destroy that.
Sam knew that arguing with Blaine at this point was a lost cause. They could probably have gone back and forth all night and gotten absolutely no where but more angry with each other. Blaine's words cut through him, and he hoped the hurt didn't completely show on his face before Blaine walked out the door. Sam didn't try to stop him and he waited until he was completely gone before setting his jaw and following behind him. He didn't even look Blaine's way when he sat back down at the table, instead turning his conversation back towards Brittany and Sebastian and ordering a couple more stiff drinks because he was definitely not drunk enough for this.
