Can't Help Falling For You

It had been a few months since all the dramas had ended, Mercedes had grown closer to the two boys and Kurt, although still distant, was more amiable towards Blaine in school. They had both accepted that Sam and Blaine were indeed in love with one another. They had spent the last few months in a love bubble that no one had been able to burst, not even Santana and her snide comments had had any affect. All they could see was each other and their future together. Sam had found the person that accepted him for everything he was and didn't want to change him in any way and Blaine had found the support and warmth that he needed in his partner. No one had ever thought that when these boys had first met that they would end up like this. They hadn't really become close until their senior year and they were complete opposites in so many ways. Yet they seemed to work. They were the best of friends.

It was on a Sunday morning, the same as all the rest when their relationship changed forever. Sam had woken up to the soft snores of Blaine lying on his side, a small smile on his face and the blonde couldn't help but gaze lovingly at the dark, curly haired boy beside him. The boy who made him happier than anyone in the whole world. Sam thought he was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen with his long dark lashes framing his eyes and his small pink lips that kissed him with such love that Sam felt like he had gone to heaven every time their lips met. He was the single luckiest man on the entire planet and he wanted everyone to know that.

“Blaine.” Sam whispered out into the darkness next to Blaine's ear, watching as the smaller boy shuffled and hummed slightly. Sam leant over, blowing softly into his boyfriend’s ear to wake him up. He couldn't stand one more second without seeing those liquid golden eyes of Blaine's.

“Hmm?” Blaine responded, swatting at his ear and scrunching his forehead up in the most endearing way that Sam placed a kiss onto it, instantly smoothing it out. He made his way down Blaine's face, to his neck, placing quick butterfly kisses as he went down. Hearing Blaine sigh and turn into Sam's body, Sam knew that Blaine was now awake. He made his way back to Blaine's lips, staring into the smaller boy’s eyes before devouring his mouth deeply with his lust filled kiss. By the time they parted, both were breathless.

“Sam...” Blaine started before Sam shushed him and began tracing kisses down Blaine's small, slim figure. His hand wondered over to the darker boy's right nipple, where he brushed his thumb over its tip, causing a shiver to run through Blaine and a small groan of pleasure to escape his lips. Smiling, Sam continued down further, kissing Blaine's belly button before delving deeper, his kisses landing on Blaine's ever stiffening length. Sam sucked and kissed Blaine from the base all the way to the tip, blowing on the tip and grinning as Blaine bucked his hips up, wanting more of Sam on him. Sam complied. Grabbing Blaine's hips to stop him from moving, he licked his lips and took Blaine's cock into his mouth, sucking and licking as he bobbed up and down Blaine's length. The smaller boy’s moans became louder as his pants became shorter and more urgent. Not wanting to finish yet, Sam pulled away to sit back up, taking all of the sweat sheeted, whimpering Blaine in with his hungry eyes. Knowing what would happen next, Sam sat back on his hunches and waited for Blaine to practically leap onto him, knocking Sam back onto the bed, Blaine straddling him and rubbing his cock against Sam's now aching member. Sam reached down to grab Blaine's butt cheeks, spreading them out.

“Blaine I need...” Sam started, looking at his boyfriend's bedside drawer but Blaine had other plans. Lifting his hips up, he grabbed Sam's cock with his hand tightly, lining himself with Sam and thrust himself down onto Sam, moaning loudly, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. “Holy shit Blaine, that was fucking hot.”

Smiling down at Sam, Blaine began bucking up against him slowly at first till urgency overtook Blaine and he rocked back and forth faster and harder with every thrust. Feeling the familiar warmth spreading through his belly Sam bucked up into Blaine as he came closer and closer to his release. Grabbing Blaine's ass one last time Sam bucked up and cried out as his came inside Blaine. Still on his high Sam watched Blaine come undone on top of him, spurting out his load onto the blonde’s stomach and screaming out Sam's name on his lips as he arched backwards, his whole body shaking from his orgasmic climax.

When Blaine slumped down, rolling himself off of Sam, the taller boy turned and grinned cheekily at Blaine. “Morning.”

Blaine giggled back. “Good morning Sam.” Blaine, after leaning over to retrieve one of his ever useful wet wipes, wiping Sam down, snuggled into Sam's chest, his hand over Sam's heart, his right leg haphazardly flung over Sam's. He slid his arms around the smaller boy, kissing the top of Blaine's head and listened to the boy contentedly sigh. This is how every Sunday should start. Why go to church when this is so much more heavenly?

Thinking of church made Sam wonder about something he had been greatly considering for the past month or so and soon Blaine's name was on his lips. “Blaine?”

“What?” Blaine mumbled, his eyes closing as he snuggled even closer to Sam. His head resting in the crook of his shoulder.

“I really love you.”

“Aww, and I love you.” Blaine stretched himself up to place a chaste kiss on his boyfriend's lips before going back to his comfy place by Sam's side and closing his eyes, happiness all over his face...

Biting his lower lip, Sam took in a large breath and asked the question he had been too scared to address till now. “Will you marry me?”

Blaine shot up dead straight, looking down at Sam in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging agape. “What? Are you being serious?” Sam sat up a little, shrugging and looking more than a little tentative. Was Blaine going to refuse him?

“Yeah, why not? Or is it too soon after the whole Kurt thing, because I'll wait if you want?”

Sam watched with relief as Blaine's horrified expression softened into one of love and, was that amusement? Sam wasn't sure. “No it... Yes.” Ok, what was that?

Looking at Blaine completely flummoxed, Sam frowned. “Uh dude, I'm confused, is it no or yes?”

“Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, you big dope!” Blaine laughed and flung his arms around Sam, hugging the blonde tightly. Sam's heart leapt up into his mouth and he let himself hope where he had dared not before. Blaine Anderson had said yes. They were going to get married!

In the future...

It was a sunny day. Perfect weather for a wedding. Standing at the edges of the blossoming cherry trees, pink and bright, canopying over what would be the wedding aisle, Sam couldn't believe how picturesque a scene he was looking into. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. But then Blaine was perfect and he had chosen this place for their wedding. Now all that was needed was the man himself. Blaine, who had told him that he was in no way playing the part of a bride, was certainly acting as one today. They were all waiting on him. Not that he was late. Yet.

“You nervous?” Artie inquired after Sam, who stood nervously fiddling with his tie. He needed everything just so for his Blaine and his tie just wouldn't sit right.

“No. I'm getting married to the most amazing person in the whole world, why would I be nervous? You have the rings, right?” Sam rushed out, looking at Artie in a panicked way. What if Artie has forgotten the rings? It would be a disaster!

Artie chuckled at the shuffling man beside him. Sam definitely looked like he had ants in his pants. “Yeah, I have the rings. I'd never let Cooper or Tina be responsible for those. Mike maybe, but not those two. How come you managed to score the more sensible grooms men anyhow?”

“Cause I need sensible people to get me through this? Blaine can get himself through it.” Sam smiled widely at his best man. Mike, who was his other grooms man was directing people to seats further down the aisle and watching out for Blaine's appearance. Knowing Tina, it was probably her holding everything up rather than Blaine himself. Sam had definitely picked well. He would have chosen Finn if he had still been with them, but he was still with them all in spirit, as he ever would be. Blaine and Sam had both agreed on that.

“Well he certainly picked a really pretty place to have a wedding.” Artie commented, looking around at all the romantic looking blossoms.

“That's my B.”

“Come on, we'd better get to our places before Blaine arrives, no doubt with the hugest grin on his face ever. Let’s face it, you are prince charming and you're about to give him his fairy-tale happy ending.” Artie pushed Sam along a little, till they were both edging their way over to their places for the ceremony.

“Awesome. He loves Disney movies. Which princess do you think he looks the most like?” Sam smirked down at Artie, who pretended to look like he was thinking that over deeply.

“Belle!” They both called out together, laughing merrily at Blaine's favourite Disney character being likened to him. But then Sam thought he was just like Belle. Beautiful both on the inside and the outside and he was the luckiest guy in the world.

Blaine beamed broadly as he descended the steps to where they were having their reception. Everything had gone smoothly, well after the whole Tina debacle where she had to go and change last minute into a different dress since she spilled grape juice on her outfit. Blaine had been terrified he would be late because of that but they made it with the skin of their teeth. Tina was lucky, because if they had been late, she would not be breathing right now. Blaine would have made sure of that. No one ruined his precious day. Not even his gorgeous Miss Tina Cohen Chang. Thankfully all was well. He stood by the entrance to greet his guests, Sam a little way away from him having some in depth conversation with Puck and Quinn about something amusing from the way they were laughing raucously. His gaze softened as he looked at Sam, dapper in his wedding suit, a deep grey which set his eyes off. They looked even lighter than normal. He looked handsomer than Blaine had ever seen him. He couldn't believe Sam was wearing tails. He never would have thought Sam would wear tails. He couldn't quite get his head around the fact that he was married. He had just gotten married. Him. Something he could never have ever dared hope for when he had been a child. It really was a dream come true.

Turning to the door again he saw their larger than life diva of a friend approach him, and now with her husband of a year. It had not been long after Sam had proposed to Blaine that Mercedes, done with her album in New York, had moved back to the high life of LA once more. There she had thrived and Blaine had been ecstatic when he and Sam had gotten the invitation to Mercedes’s wedding with a man named Christian King. He was larger than life and suited Mercedes completely. They were so much alike. “Hey Mercedes, hey Christian. Thanks for coming, I know you're both really busy right now.” Christian was an agent and he had met Mercedes surprisingly through Rachel. He wasn't sure Rachel had intended for them to hit it off quite as they did but the ends justified the means, right?

“I wouldn't miss this wedding for the world, especially since you came to ours.” Leaning across Mercedes kissed Blaine on both his cheeks and gave him a small hug and a large smile. She looked so happy, Blaine was very grateful she had found felicity in her life. He had never wanted to hurt her, he was rather fond of her, which is why he was so glad she had found someone to share her life with.

“Hey no one could ever say that I am not a dutiful friend.” Putting his hand to his heart, they both chuckled at his silly antics.

“Congrats Blaine. You look really happy.”

“I am.” He simply replied, looking over at Sam again, who was staring at him with a big, dopey grin on his face. He felt the right side of his mouth quirk up as he gave Sam his crooked, loving smile back.

“Can anyone butt in or is this a private conversation?” An all too familiar voice bought Blaine out of his day dream and back to reality with a bump. He had been indecisive as to whether to invite Kurt, but in the end he felt obliged to. All their other friends were coming and even Burt and Carole had expressed a wish to see two of their favourite boys wed. With that all said and done, Blaine felt he had no choice but to invite Kurt. He hadn't seen the boy for two years, ever since he decided to give up on NYADA and take up an offer that Isabelle Wright had given him that apparently he simply couldn't refuse. It had involved going to Paris, somewhere Blaine knew Kurt had always wanted to go, and of course, fashion. Kurt's other love. He hadn't really heard anything about how he was getting on out there, he hadn't even known if Kurt was going to come to the wedding. Yet here he was, and looking as dashing as ever. To Blaine, he had seemed to grow a little taller, but maybe that was his growing confidence or coming into adulthood. Blaine wasn't sure, but he looked good nevertheless.

“Hey Kurt!” Mercedes cried as she hugged Kurt fiercely. Out of the corner of his eye Blaine spotted Sam moving towards them and his heart, which had started thumping unpleasantly quickly at the arrival of Kurt, was relieved at his strength returning to him with Sam's nearing presence.

“It's been too long Cedes.” Kurt kissed his friend in the style the French seemed to do so nonchalantly. So he's gotten their customs ingrained into him already.

“Hey you were the one that went off to Paris for two years.” Kurt flushed at Mercedes quip as he shuffled on the spot, his mouth drawing upward into a small, secret smile. I wonder what that's about?

“Um, about that...” Kurt grabbed a handsome, tall man's hand, bringing him forwards for the two to meet. His ice blue eyes looked into Blaine intensely, as he flicked his mahogany coloured hair out of his eyes with his hand. He looked to be a little older than them, in his mid to late twenties Blaine guessed. Blaine didn't like the way this man was staring at him though. He felt as though he were on trial or something. He hoped Sam would get to his side soon. He was beginning to think he might need him. “This is my boyfriend Henri. He works at Vogue too.”

“Wow! Good to meet you.” Blaine smiled widely, his cheeks hurting at the fake brightness in his voice and face. Holding out his hand for the man to shake, he took it firmly in his hand, his grip tight as he shook once and let go abruptly. Blaine, feeling the familiar warmth of Sam's arms snaking round his waist, melted into his husband thankfully, his hands finding Sam's and he gripped them both tightly.

“Good to meet you too. Blaine, yes?” Blaine laughed nervously and nodded his head in confirmation.

“I'm Sam, Blaine's husband.” Sam extended his hand and Henri's gaze left Blaine much to his relief. He thought he saw his face soften as he shook Sam's hand and Kurt led him off to sit by his father. “Wow, he's intense, right?”

“Yeah, but if Kurt's happy, then I guess I am too. Even if his boyfriend kinda creeps me out a little.” Sam bent down to kiss Blaine once.

“Don't think about him, this is our wedding. Dance?” Sam always knew exactly what to say to make Blaine content again and he let his husband lead him onto the dance floor, quickly forgetting that anyone else was even in the room.

Blaine's head was against his husband’s chest as they danced the slow dance, just the two of them, as they danced their wedding dance. “Sam?” Blaine whispered up to his Sammy.

“Yeah honey?” Sam asked, leaning his head onto Blaine's as they drifted slowly across the floor, people starting to join in on the dance floor.

“This is the happiest day of my life. I'm so glad I became friends with you.”

“Me too B, me too.” As they gazed into each other’s eyes they knew with all their hearts that this was forever, best friends, lovers, husbands, till the end of time.