Blaine knew buying cheap hair gel from a 99 cent store was a mistake the moment it sizzled into his scalp, giving him an odd, woozy feeling. But it wasn't until he showed up at school later that day that he really regretted his purchase.
He was outside the choir room, satchel over his shoulder, ready for an early morning glee club when he feel to his knees and the world around him seemed to warp. Moments later he was being dragged inside his own shirt, shrinking so fast that the crisp collared clothing became a circus tent before his very eyes. With his hands cupping his private parts, he ran the distance to the choir room, desperate to find help.
The guys were standing in a huddle, watching a video on Sam's phone when Blaine approached. They all looked so big. Like men carved out of mountains. He was almost too intimidated to go near them, but he was a little comforted by the presence of his close friend Sam. Dependable Sam, the smiling blond adonis. He would help his buddy find a way out of this mess.
Blaine tapped on the colossal Converse sneaker that housed the swimming champ's foot. He could feel warmth radiating out of it, and when Sam's toe twitched under the rubber beak he felt the movement against his knocking knuckles. It was surreal.
"Oh my god, Blaine?" Sam was staring down at him, his massive pink mouth agape. "Is that really you? Come here, buddy." The giant reached down in a hurry and picked Blaine up in his hand, as if to protect him. The little man hadn't been prepared for this and felt vulnerable with his bare ass grazing the titanic man's warm palm.
"Sam! I've made a huge mistake. I need your help." The slick-haired little man said.
Sam's face broke out in a barely appropriate smile. It was like he knew something Blaine didn't know.
"I think I know what's happening here, little buddy. You've been missing Kurt ever since you had that big fight, and you decided to sneak in here to get a feel of your old friend Sam while he wasn't looking." Blaine tried to argue but Sam kept going. "It's okay, I'm not mad. You're a human being, dude, and you've got needs. I'm actually kind of flattered that you chose me. But how did you expect to get any action with my rocking bod from all the way down there?" He said with a goofy smile.
Blaine was lost for words. He felt helpless and ignored. A little aroused, if he was being honest with himself, but he couldn't deny the panic he felt when Sam refused to listen to him.
Before he could argue his case, Sam had already decided to treat his little friend to some...
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