Blaine knows it shouldn’t be a big deal. It’s an ordinary, everyday, completely platonic, non-sexual thing to do. And he definitely wouldn’t want to make it weird. But sometimes he can’t believe he has a straight guy friend who gives him hugs all the time.
And they’re good hugs. Tight and easy and they last just as long as Blaine wants them to. It’s very comfortable, and sometimes he really needs it. But wow, it would be so much less awkward if Sam wasn’t so hot.
Not just hot, but cute too, and funny, and kind, and wow what Blaine wouldn’t give to see him suck cock, just once.
Anyway. This time is even worse because they’re sitting on Blaine’s bed. Talking about feelings. He sighs and says: “It’s just that there are so many things I miss about him…” and Sam scoots over so their legs are touching, wraps his arms around Blaine’s torso, and pulls him close, stroking up and down his side.
“It’s okay, dude. Being single sucks, but it isn’t forever.”
Blaine nods and tries not to think about the press of Sam’s well-muscled thigh against his own.
“Anyway, it’s not like you’re alone alone. You have me!”
Blaine chuckles weakly. “Thanks Sam. You’re the best.”