a rivalry gone wrong --* [sam!]

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

Carrying his broomstick in one hand and a box of equipment in the other, Blaine stepped out onto the Quidditch pitch and breathed in the fresh morning air. It was the first Saturday into the new school year, and Blaine wasn't going to slack up on his Quidditch training. He sat the box down in the driest part of the grass and gently laid his prized broomstick beside it. His broomstick was beautiful beyond words. It was a dark mahogany, and the top of its class. Beautifully polished per request, Blaine had it custom-made to be strong and be able to withstand being the keeper of the Quidditch team with the best reputation.

Taking off his black, slender coat, Blaine laid it inside the equipment box that he'd just opened. He usually trained without the keeper uniform on, and just in normal clothes. He also usually got beaten up if he had a training partner because he told them to not go easy on him. Alas, today he was alone. It was nice in a way, but he was so used to having people around all the time that it was kind of tripping him out. So, to distract himself, he decided to warm up by flying.

Getting poised on his broom, Blaine kicked off and began to fly around the Quidditch pitch in accelerated circles. It was extraordinary how it didn't make him dizzy. He hovered by the rings on the left side of the pitch and raised an eyebrow as he heard someone approaching. At that elevation, he shouldn't have been able to hear anything down below, but the person advancing must've been sinfully loud or clumsy or something. It was, in a way, impressive to himself that he could hear something if they weren't being noisy. Maybe his senses got better?

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Sam made his way down from the castle, towards the Quidditch Pitch. He was wearing his usual practice clothes: a golden t-shirt, blackened pants, and various protection pads all over his limbs. In his right hand he held a broom. This one was different from the usual broom he brought to school with him every year prior. It was dirty, and obviously old. To his much dismay, he'd had to sell his favorite broom during the summer, and was forced to use this one from now on. Though, upset, Sam was thankful he at least got a broom at all. Without one, he'd have been unable to play Quidditch in his final year of school, and that would have been a terrible way to end his course at Hogwarts, honestly, for he was named captain. In his other hand, Sam clutched a round, metal ball... The Snitch.

Closing in on his destination, Sam noticed just how wet and soggy the grounds were today. Perfect. That meant no one else would most likely disturb him during his practice. Days like this were usually avoided, but Sam saw them as great opportunities to get some personal thinking and practice done. Time alone was always needed, and it was actually nice to just fly around in peace for once. It being the beginning of the year, the odds of running into another at the Pitch were highly unlikely... Or so Sam thought. Once just outside the stadiums' entrance, the blond lost his balance. Between wearing over sized shoes (the only pair the boy now owned), and walking on slippery grass, slipping was inevitable. Crashing downwards, Sam let out a yelp of surprise. He landed on his back, and squinted his eyes in pain. That definitely didn't feel good. He remained on the ground for a few moments while he recovered, and then finally got up onto his feet once more. Picking up his broom, Sam continued on, only to realize he wasn't the only one with this idea of being alone.

Now within the Pitch, Sam looked upward at the skies, and tried to spot just who it was he heard flying above him. He squinted his eyes once more, this time from the bright sun shining down on his face, and raised his hand to try and get a better view. Struggling to spot the figure, the teen parted his plush lips and called out, "Hello?! Who's up there?"

[/color] Waiting a few seconds for a reply, Sam took the time to sit his things down gently. He didn't want to break his broom anytime soon, that was for sure. As he did so, though, he couldn't help but notice another's case of supplies not too far away. It was familiar...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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WORDS: 456
NOTES: Sam is too adorable.

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

Sitting leisurely on his broom, Blaine cocked his eyebrow as he watched that blonde kid from the Hufflepuff team walk on the grounds. Trying his hardest not to let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of sharing the pitch with him, Blaine gripped his broom and flew towards the blonde, whipping behind him and then above him slightly, only to hop off of the broom and land right beside him. "Hey, 'Puff?" He strolled beyond him and went to his box of equipment to get out the quaffle. Throwing it up in the air once, Blaine caught it with ease and poised it on his index finger, twirling it with elegance as he walked farther onto the pitch. "Come to train on such an ill-fit day?" Blaine's tone had an arrogant tone to it, but he couldn't help it. It was his competitive side taking over. Plus, he was pretty sure the boy was the captain of his team.

Turning to look at the boy again, Blaine smirked. "What happened to your broom? Did you misplace your other one? Because I remember you having one that wasn't quite so... dank." He was honestly curious. There wasn't a nasty tone to his voice or anything. It was just a question. He tossed the quaffle in the air again and watched as it slowly drifted down thanks to the enchantment on it from the Quidditch inventors or whatever the situation was. All he knew was it was basically his enemy wrapped up into a ball, along with the bludgers. He tried not to focus so much on players unless they were chasers or beaters.

Eying the blonde up and down again, Blaine gripped his broom in his hand as he tried to remember. What was his name, even? "What's your name? It starts with an S, right?" He wasn't very good with names, but he knew just what position the kid was on his team. Seeker. And Blaine knew his team's seeker very well. Beating Kurt Hummel was a very, very hard thing to. Blaine almost felt sorry for the Puff. Almost.

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Straightening his posture, Sam was met by a sudden gust of wind, caused by the other person flying just over his head. He huffed once, and raised his hands to his now tussled hair, fixing it back into its usual style. Once done with that, the blond turned on the spot, and was instantly greeted by a flop. Now standing before him was the Gryffindor keeper, Blaine Anderson, appearing as self absorbed as ever. Sam blinked a few times, and tried to seem unimpressed with the entrance. He knew of Blaine Anderson all too well, having been his opponent in Quidditch for almost three years now. If Sam had to pick one person to punch in the face, it would be this guy. He came off as so arrogant, and that annoyed Sam like nothing else. Hearing the greeting sent his way, Sam just crossed his arms childishly, and looked away. He was going to have to share this place with Blaine Anderson, the most well known guy in the school, the one who thought he was all that.

Ignoring the boy's first question, Sam was taken off guard at the second. His arms dropped back down to his sides, and he tried to speak, but his words jumbled in his throat. His eyes shot all around, his mind racing. Trying to pull off an offended expression, Sam looked at Blaine directly, and stated in an almost injured voice, "My broom's not dank! You're... Dank."

[/color] Truthfully, Sam didn't even know what dank meant, he was just trying to avoid actually answering the question all together at this point. Making a sort of pouting motion with his mouth, Sam was shocked to see Blaine looking him over. Was he trying to place just how difficult Sam would be in competition this year? What was going through his head to cause this action? Sam swallowed once, and caught himself also giving the curly headed other a glance over.

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief, when Blaine questioned for his name. "We've been playing one another for three years now, and you don't even--"[/color] Sam stopped himself before he got riled up even more. He let out a single sigh, and then continued. "My name's Sam... Sam Evans."[/color]Shooting his teal eyes over the other boy once more, Sam added on to that. "I, uh... Know who you are. Blaine Anderson. Gryffindor. Keeper of the Quidditch team... Now Captain."[/color] As he went on speaking, his tone of voice grew with more and more attitude. Sam wasn't sure what it was, but something about Blaine just really got to him. Maybe it was fact that he actually found him physically attractive beyond words.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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WORDS: 446
NOTES: Oh snap. Tension. Of the sexual kind.

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

Blaine had to keep himself from laughing at the fact that the blonde boy reached up to fix his hair after his own grand entrance. He shook his head, though, but not hard. His curls only moved slightly instead of bouncing all over the place like usual. Although, this kid did have nice hair. He must've taken great--Blaine stopped himself and continued with what he was doing before he let his thoughts get the better of him.

This time, when blondie got all offended, Blaine couldn't help but chuckle. "Good comeback, I'm gonna have to borrow that one sometime." He said, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he sat the quaffle back down in its spot in the box. Taking his broom, he sat on it again, and mid-air Blaine stood on it. His balance was perfect as he stood, arms crossed, looking at Sam once more. Blaine looked at him just in time to see him giving him a once over. Waaaaait a second, did that mean...

Raising a confused eyebrow at the boy now known as Sam, Blaine shook his head and crouched down on his broom so he was eye-level with the other boy. "You wanna tell me something I don't know about myself, or are you rambling just to make me look like a twat?" He said the last word in a british accent, mocking Sam's as he stood back up on his broom and rode it irresponsibly up in the air so he was level with the rings again. Calling down to the blonde boy below, Blaine smirked, "Gonna train or what, blondie?!" Truth be told, he wanted to train with him. Why? He didn't exactly know or care to know. He just wanted Sam to hate him so the competition would be all the more fun. People tend to forget that Blaine's actually nice, just not to a potential threat.

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notes; AP, I don't know if your watermark is big enough.

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Sam's round cheeks flushed scarlet, as Blaine obviously made fun of his comeback. While it was a bit lame, the blond had actually tried his best to come up with something, and that was all he got at the time. His urge to punch the dark haired boy was growing with every syllable he spoke. He watched, as Blaine climbed up onto his broomstick, and hovered up into the air. Sam thought he was imagining it when he saw the other boy actually stand on the thing! His bottom jaw fell open slightly, and his eyes widened in disbelief. How did he do that?! Sam had never witnessed anything like that before. It was totally cool, and he wanted to try it himself one time.

When Blaine crouched down, he was oddly close to Sam's face. The tips of their noses were literally brushing at this distance. Sam almost backed away, but that would be giving into what Blaine wanted. It was obvious the Gryffindor was trying to make him feel intimidated, or misplaced. Sam knew both of those feelings all too well, and he was a pro at ignoring them. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and could have sworn his eyelashes touched Blaine's own set. When Blaine mocked his accent, Sam's eyes returned to their normal shape, and his face was a lot softer. Most people liked his accent! Blaine didn't like it?! He pressed his lips together firmly, and looked down at the ground beneath him.

Finally, when Blaine flew up into the air, leaving Sam space to himself, he let out a deep breath he had been holding in. He took a few long moments to relax, and only came back into this reality when Blaine shouted down to him. Sam made a 'hmmf' sound in his throat, and made his way over to his old broom. The blond picked it up, and swung his leg over it, readying it for flight. Once prepared, Sam took off into the air, he flew upward, towards Blaine, before remembering he wasn't actually here to fly alongside Blaine. He was here to practice. For some reason, this realization disappointed Sam. He tried to go back to ignoring Blaine's existence, and made his way down closer to the ground. Getting bold, and trying to show off just as Blaine did, he stopped his broom, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Fifteen feet wasn't too high... Right?

Trying to balance himself, Sam stood on the broom's surface. The thing was rounded, so it wasn't easy to stand on. Not to mention, it wasn't sturdy, and Sam in the first place didn't have good balance. He was clumsy, more so than almost anyone else in the school. "You can do this... He's watching." His arms out in the air, Sam actually managed to get both feet standing on the broom! What he didn't manage to do was stay on the broom for more than two seconds. He almost instantly lost his balance. and tumbled downward to the grounds below. Sam landed with a thump, and he groaned out, his teeth grinding in pain. It hurt much worse than earlier, when he slipped, that was for certain. Not wanting Blaine to get the satisfaction of seeing him like this, Sam rolled over onto his stomach, and faced the grass. His eyes filled with tears, but they never made their way out.

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WORDS: 566
NOTES: Poor Sammy. Creys.

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

Eyes on Sam, Blaine refrained from smiling at the flushing of his face. So, even he knew that the comeback was horrible. He couldn't blame him, though. Blaine was completely horrible around his competition, and Sam had been no exception. Underneath the surface, the curly-headed boy did feel horrible about treating his rivals so awfully because in reality it got you no further up the ladder, but it just came naturally. All those years of intimidating others and it was expected of him to stop now? Maybe after graduation, but not now. Not when he was at the peak of his lifespan.

Crouching down next to Sam's face honestly wasn't planned. Blaine had thought he was far enough away from the blonde to keep a safe distance but still be intimidatingly close, but no, that hadn't been the case. Instead, their noses were practically touching one another and their eyes were locked. For some reason, it made Blaine lightheaded, but he blamed it on the broom. Standing on a broom wasn't easy by any means, so reasonably, it was practical to give it the blame.

Blaine really wanted to train, okay? It wasn't that he wanted to train with Sam in particular, but the Gryffindor needed to warm up before the games started. He only had, what, a week or two to get into Quidditch shape? Okay, so he never left his Quidditch fitness state but it made him feel better about himself and his possibilities of helping his team win if he was fully prepared. So, of course, when he asked Sam if he wanted to train, something had to go wrong. Of course the blonde kid would want to mimic Blaine's trick. Of. Course.

When Sam fell to the ground, Blaine couldn't hold back his laughter. Hey, if he'd fallen, Sam'd be laughing... right? Anyway, his friends would be laughing, so Blaine didn't feel so bad about it. Okay, so he felt really bad about it. Biting his lip, the only way to make this up and cover his tail was to... sing? Why was that the only option he could come up with?!

"And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity!"

He sang as he stood on his broom, belting out the notes dramatically. Blaine knew he wasn't a bad singer, so it wasn't in his mindset to be embarrassed about how he may sound. Once finished, the brunette flew down barely to hover a good distance above Sam who was now face-down in the grass. Raising an eyebrow, Blaine leaned over and consequently, well...

He fell off.

Groaning and wincing a bit, Blaine didn't have any breath left in him. He'd landed on top of the Hufflepuff and his face was literally right next to the kid's ear. Uncomfortable, Blaine tried to lift himself, but he was in that momentary paralysis stage and all he could manage was to whisper a single word:

"Fuck."

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notes; AP, I don't know if your watermark is big enough.

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Hearing the laughter erupt from above him, Sam gripped at the grass, trying to force out some of his pain. He'd landed on his back, once again, and it was actually starting to hurt from all this falling. The singing that came next was just overdoing it, in Sam's mind. He wiped at his eyes, getting rid of any remaining tears that had surfaced, and let yelled up at Blaine. "It's not funny!"

[/color] Truthfully, Sam thought Blaine had a beautiful singing voice. If he hadn't just fallen fifteen feet onto his back, he'd probably be able to enjoy the sound. The giggles contained in the singing only made it more beautiful sounding... Knowing why the singing was caused, though, ruined it completely for Sam. It was just another one of Blaine's taunts.

Finally feeling the ache in his spine grow lower, Sam was about to get up when... He felt something - someone - tumble down on top of him. The impact knocked the breath out of him, and the blond was pushed completely down against the ground. His chest hit first, and his eyes squinted shut. A grunting sound escaped his pink lips, though it was muffled from his face being plowed into the green grass. Something poked into his back, and Sam let out another sound of disagreement. Blaine's cursing filled his ears, but Sam tried to ignore it. Had this been on purpose too? Jumping onto him while he was still off guard? Either way, Sam didn't find it humorous. "Get off of me!"[/color] He shouted angrily, kicking Blaine off with his legs. "Your fucking wand stabbed me!"[/color] His hands rubbed at the sore area.

Taken over by another fit of rage, Sam let out some sort of growling sound, and lunged at Blaine. As he made contact, his fist struck against the Gryffindor's right cheekbone. Sam tangled his fingers in Blaine's shirt, and dug his knees into his rib cage. The blond was inches from the other's face, his expression obviously fueled by anger and hatred. He'd just about had enough of Blaine's nonsense personality, and... Kissed him. Before Sam could even stop to think about what he was doing, his lips were crashing down furiously against Blaine's own pair. He pulled at his shirt, tugging him closer, and parted the foreign mouth with his own. To any outsider, it would appear as if they were practically attacking one another, the contact was so rough and cannibalistic.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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WORDS: 409
NOTES: Fucking. Hot.

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

When Sam yelled that it wasn't funny, that's when Blaine stopped singing. He was glad no one was there, especially not his Gryffindor friends, to see the look on his face. It was one of pure... regret. Like something was driving him to do this and he wanted to defy it. It was no mystery why he hated himself so fucking much sometimes. It was because he just couldn't escape peer pressure. His friends bullied nerdy kids all the time. The timid ones, the ones with no friends. Blaine got dragged into it, and although it made him just as bad, he felt like he had a little bit more dignity than they did. He knew when to stop.

The drop had momentarily paralyzed Blaine because a) he fell on a person and that hurt equally for them both and b) he dropped from at least twenty feet, if not more. He was trying to catch his breath and was gasping for air as Sam kicked him off and started yelling. His wand? Blaine looked down at his pocket when Sam pushed him off and he'd flipped over. He'd forgotten his wand was even in his pocket! Was it okay? Was it broken?! "It's not like I meant to land on you, calm the hell down!" He said in a strained voice as he reached for his wand.

At the sound of the grunt and the sight of the lunge, Blaine threw his arms up for protection. He'd never been a fighter, really, but he knew how to defend himself. It didn't work, though, because Sam hit him right in the face. Dizzy now from both the fall and the punch, Blaine couldn't even do anything as he felt his right eye pulse in pain and Sam grabbed him by the shirt. He met Sam's eyes. Both pairs were filled with anger and... lust? Before Blaine could even think properly, he and Sam both went in for the kiss. As Sam tugged at his shirt, Blaine put his hands in Sam's hair, pulling slightly as he kissed Sam with so much power and intensity that he could barely control himself. Snapping back into reality, Blaine stopped kissing him and pulled away from Sam, only to push Sam off enough so that he could grab the blonde's shirt collar. He raised his fist to punch him, but something was stopping him. Pressing his lips into a hard, thin line, Blaine released Sam and got up, ignoring the pain that dominated 99% of his body. He snatched his broom from mid-air and shut his equipment box furiously.

Mad at himself and at Sam, Blaine took out his wand and turned it a few times in his hand. Should he hex him for payback? Hell, he couldn't even punch him back. His hands shaking, Blaine shoved his wand back into his pocket and glared at Sam. "You know, I could set your broom on fire. Lock your legs. Petrify you. Knock you out. I could do all these horrible things but I can't--" His voice trailed off and he sighed as he sat his broom beside his box. "I can't bring myself to hurt you anymore." He said quietly and didn't look at Sam. He couldn't. He felt bad enough.

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Feeling the tight grip in his golden locks, Sam moaned out in pain, his hot breath meeting Blaine's flesh. This pain was different from the fall pain, though. This was just rough. Sam couldn't deny: He liked this. A moment later, he was kicked off of the other boy, and forced onto the ground. He was in a daze, completely stunned from what he'd just experienced. It was unlike anything Sam had ever gone through. Yes, he'd kissed someone before. No, it hadn't been filled with so much emotion. This kissing he'd just shared, it was... Pure feeling. It was anger, yes, but Sam didn't care! It was genuine feeling. Attraction. His eyes stared off into the blue sky, but the sight was blocked when Blaine jumped onto him, prepared to return the punch he'd also given.

Sam's face turned from stunned to frightened in just a single moment. He was so sore, and weakened now. If Blaine wanted to, he could have beat the living shit out of him. And honestly, Sam wasn't quite sure how to defend himself right now. His mind was still racing. He was confused, now that he thought about it. He'd just been kissing this boy. Now they were once again at one another's throats. And not in the good way. Looking Blaine's face over, Sam could see the mark he'd left on the boy. It was just under his eye, a bright red mark. In Sam's opinion, it brought out the boy's pretty eye color, which was a golden brown. They were still sinfully close. Sam swallowed once, wanting more. "Do it..."

[/color] He egged him on. "Hit me."[/color] The blond just wanted to feel Blaine's touch again. He'd take any form of it.

When the curly headed, conflicted Gryffindor refused to give in to Sam's strange desire, he was somewhat disappointed... Okay, he was a lot disappointed. Sam just wanted to be touching Blaine. Now that he was free of his aggressive presence, Sam felt empty. Like he was shell that had just experienced being filled, only to have that feeling taken away. He took a moment to catch his breath, before looking over in Blaine's direction, curious as to what he was now up to. Sam's face drained of emotion, turning blank, when he actually saw what it was Blaine was doing. He was holding his wand. Pointing it in Sam's way. The blond felt like a statue, frozen. Blaine had a panic-y look covering his face, and Sam was scared for what he may do. Do to him.

Seeing Blaine so weak and vulnerable, Sam felt horrible. He'd just hit this guy. In the face. Hard. Blinking a few times, Sam got to his feet, and slowly approached the other boy. He didn't want to alarm him, or set him off. Doing either one of those things wouldn't end well. For Sam. Once close enough, Sam extruded his right hand, and gingerly sat it on top of Blaine's wand holding one. His eyes were locked with the other's. Gently pushing downward, Sam guided Blaine into lowering his weapon. Once the piece of wood was placed back at his side, where it should be, he raised that same hand to Blaine's face, and rested it there. His palm was flat against the boy's tanned cheek, his thump barely tracing circles on that spot.

Sam made a comforting sound - 'shh' - and just stood there for a good few minutes. This was all too much for him. It was overwhelming, all these feelings were! He had been hitting this same boy in his face not one minute ago! Now he was comforting him! Sam leaned in slowly, whispering, "... It's okay."[/color] Once the words had left his tongue, Sam pressed his lips onto Blaine's once more. This time, though, it was gentle and soft. It was a kiss filled with just as much emotion as the last. But this emotion wasn't hatred, or anger, or lust. This was just plain forgiveness. Love.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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NOTES: So sweet. </3

[blaine everett anderson]

it's a k i n g that we put up there - - - - *

and he's a short way to fall from grace;

But Blaine couldn't hit him. He couldn't have even if he tried. Even if he'd wanted to, more than he had just then. Something had held him back. Was it Sam? Was it the look in Sam's eyes? Was it the emotional wire that now basically bounded Blaine to the blonde? He couldn't say, for sure. All he knew was that he was shaking, and not in the good way. He wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. He wanted to be over-dramatic and escape his problems with apparating out of the pitch and to his grandmother's home in Ottery St. Catchpole. At the same time, he wanted to kiss Sam, to hold him, to take back everything he'd said and done prior to their kiss.

Holding his wand in the air, Blaine didn't know what to do. His body protested moving. Apart from the pain, he was frozen in place. In thought. In mind. He tightened his grip on the wand as he saw Sam get up and walk over. He didn't exactly know why. Maybe his instincts thought that the blonde boy was going to hit him again, but his mind knew better. There was something in the way that Sam was moving that made it clear to Blaine that he didn't have cruel intentions. The look in Sam's eye... it was one of... admiration? Longing? Blaine felt him push his weaponed arm down, but he didn't look. Blaine's eyes never left Sam's.

Heart in his throat, Blaine swallowed hard as Sam traced circles on his sore cheek with his thumb. He side-glanced to the foreign hand on his face and then back up to meet the taller boy's eyes. As he saw Sam leaning in, Blaine had to hold back tears. "Sam--" He'd whispered, but was stopped by Sam's words, and then his lips meeting his own pair again. This time, instead of the kiss being full of anger and woe, it was full of gentle kindness and tenderness, as a kiss should be. Blaine lifted his free hand and placed it on the side of Sam's neck, with his thumb on the blonde's cheek. And, somehow, the pain seemed to melt away. Just so he could enjoy this moment. So that he could forget everything and get lost in the kiss.

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[sam ian evans]

Over and over, I fall for you.

Over and over, I try not to.

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Time seemed to stand still for them, as they were locked in one another's embrace. Sam's lips explored Blaine's, the pace only quickening a little throughout the entire kiss. Tilting his head, and still going at it, the blond spoke against Blaine's mouth, "What are we... doing?"

[/color] He asked, between placing pecks on the other boy. "I'm supposed to hate you... You're supposed to hate... me."[/color] He moved his hand from Blaine's cheek, to the back of his head, where he tangled his fingers in the boy's darkened, curly locks. It was as if his life depended on their lips' connection, that if he ever separated from Blaine Anderson's mouth he would fade into nothingness.

Finally pulling back some, to get a response, a reaction, Sam rested his forehead against Blaine's own. His eyes remained shut, and he breathing was heavy. This was surreal. Like a dream. Trying to think of something else to say, though, the blond decided to say something that was needed. After hearing what Blaine had just said, this seemed to be a good moment for these words also. "... I forgive you."[/color] As he spoke the short sentence, Sam's eyelids fluttered open. He was greeted by Blaine's way too pretty face, which made him grin. "Though, the wand did kinda hurt. I think it's gonna leave a mark,"[/color] The mood needed a joke, and that little sarcasm seemed to do the trick. But bringing up the word mark...

Sam turned his attention to Blaine's eye. The one he'd punched at, and damaged. It was starting to swell, and seeing that only made Sam feel guilty. He returned his hand to Blaine's face, and gingerly touched at that spot. "And I'm sorry about your face... I shouldn't have hit you. You didn't deserve it..."[/color] A pause, and then a quiet snort left Sam's nose. He shrugged barely, and then added. "Okay, so you did deserve it a little, but now you're getting all weepy on me, and I feel bad."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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TAG: Blaine Anderson
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NOTES: Aww.