Sam was no longer sure that the almost-month he had been apart from Blaine was the longest feeling absence between them. Their days away this past week had become the most excruciating time apart he’d ever felt. Finally the day had come where he would be seeing his Blaine again, and everything until that moment seemed to take too long. He was let into the suite and he thanked Sebastian (unnecessarily, according to him) and was led to Blaine and was told he’d be briefly left alone with him, at least until Sebastian came back to ‘check and change his bandages.’ He was a little glad for that small warning of what to expect, but when he actually saw Blaine, with bruises peeking above the shirt and above his collar, ones he could not assume were wanted, his stomach turned over. He wanted desperately to run over and throw his arms around him but had to remind himself ‘bandages, bandages’ that meant hurt. And bandages was an easier word to deal with than hurt. He did hurry over to him, but instead of touching him below the neck, his hands came up and into Blaine’s hair, gently holding his head as he peppered his face with kisses. “Blaine.”
