Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Thirty-Two (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt and Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 32/?
Word Count: 2914
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Thirty-Two
“And so I never…ow, Quinn!” Finn whines as she smacks him none-too-gently upside the head. “What was that for??”
“You idiot! You could have ended this whole thing and you didn’t?”
“Scary Quinn,” he announces, trying to curl his abnormally large body into the tiniest ball possible. “And you didn’t let me finish!”
“Okay. Finish,” she raises an eyebrow and seats herself, crossing her legs and examining him shrewdly.
Finn takes a breath and explains the reasoning behind not breaking…or at least giving a decent go at breaking…the curse and by the end she’s looking at him with gentle eyes, reaching to lay a hand on his arm before sliding it up to stroke through his hair.
“Oh, Finn,” she sighs. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Quinn. I really think I do. I told him that the only person I’ve loved more is…” and he stops, realizing that this is a Bad Thing to say around Quinn, but she nods solemnly and looks down.
“Beth. I know,” she shakes her head and keeps stroking his hair. “I’ll never forgive myself for leading you on like that, Finn. I know you loved…love…her, and I know that if you and Kurt ever adopt you’ll make the most amazing father anybody could ask for.”
“I don’t really wanna think about kids,” he admits with a short laugh. “I mean, when I thought I was gonna be a dad I was ready, but now? I’m kinda glad I’m not. I’d lose the baby or something.”
“You would not lose a baby, Finn Hudson,” she rubs her fingertips against his scalp for a few seconds. “Kurt wouldn’t let you.”
“True,” he’s forced to admit with a shrug, giving her a smile as she sighs in fond exasperation. “Plus he’d probably kill me if I did.”
“Mm,” she makes a vague noise of agreement and moves her hand away, digging in her bag for a moment as Puck comes into the room.
“Hey, Finny! You and Kurt take advantage of the gift Santana and I gave you?” he asks expectantly, sitting down backwards on the chair beside Finn, and Finn knows he’s blushing a rather horrible shade of red and really doesn’t have to answer that question. “I knew it!”
“Leave him alone,” Quinn gives Puck a half-hearted slap on the arm. “Can’t you see it’s embarrassing him?”
“Hey, I don’t want details, alright? I don’t need to hear about kinky gay sex-capades; that’s Santana’s area of interest. I just like to know that my gifts are being put to good use,” he winks, grinning, as Finn can literally feel his cheeks burning.
“Yeah. We…used them,” he finally admits, voice breaking as he’s overrun with a rush of memories.
“Well, good,” Puck puts an arm around his shoulders and looks rather smug, obviously proud of himself. “And? Did they help?”
“Well, we’re…ah…in love now if that’s what you mean. Or I’m in love with him; I guess he was always in love with me,” he quirks a smile as Puck gives him a noogie before withdrawing his hand. “Hey!”
“Finny’s in love! It’s so cute!” he exclaims, rather falsely, and Finn laughs shortly and shoves a hand against his chest. “Hey, I’m not teasing, man. I think it’s great; you and Hummel. You’re good for each other.”
“Thanks. I think,” Finn rolls his eyes as Quinn laughs prettily, a sparkle in her eyes as she looks at him.
“It was totally a good thing, dude,” Puck grunts, and even he has a bit of a smile on his face.
Finn sighs, deciding that maybe he should just be thankful that, even though his friends are going to tease him for a while, in the end they really do support him fully.
000
“So, he said it?” Mercedes looks excited and Kurt sighs, shaking his head.
“No, honey; I told him not to, remember?”
“But he does,” Rachel presses, and Kurt’s still not sure why she’s so excited that her former boyfriend is in love with another guy but he’s not going to press the issue.
“Yes, I believe he does.”
“I’m so happy for you, baby!” Mercedes hugs him rather enthusiastically and Rachel joins in, kissing him on the cheek as he stands there, stunned.
“Girls…”
“Do I have to give him The Talk?” Mercedes pulls away to ask, one hand on her hip.
“No, Mercedes, you don’t. He knows better and we don’t want to scare him off,” he smirks. “Plus I rather like his…ah…assets where they are, so threatening to cut them off isn’t going to make me happy,” he adds.
“Fine, then,” she shakes her head. “Anyway, what’re you gonna do about Mr. Brown? Hope he shows up again?”
“What else can I do?” Kurt shrugs, a little helplessly. “I don’t exactly want to go looking for him, after all. I just hope he shows up again soon so I can move on and hopefully forget all of this.”
“I guess you’re right,” Rachel admits, giving a little resigned sigh as she realizes this. “I just wish everything was over with and we could focus on Nationals and…”
“Rachel, honey, listen to yourself,” Mercedes rubs her temples and Rachel blinks and gasps.
“Oh! Sorry! That was rude. I didn’t mean to belittle your situation or imply that it’s an irritation, Kurt! I’m just so, so ready to face Vocal Adrenaline and show them who’s boss,” she’s nearly hopping up and down now and Kurt can’t keep the smile off his face. Some aspects of Rachel’s personality are never going to change, but at least she’s trying.
“It’s fine,” he assures her and she takes this as a chance to talk more about possible set lists for Nationals until…
“Hey, Hummel. Kurt.”
“David,” Kurt says coolly, glancing at Karofsky as he passes by. The other boy has taken to greeting him each time they meet in the hall, and while Kurt’s still a little freaked out by the whole situation, he honestly has bigger things to worry about than Karofsky and he’s not going to be intimidated by him any longer.
“So,” Karofsky stops and shuffles his feet, looking unsure. “Um, so. You probably know that I know about you, and…I just wanted to know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“Well, will wonders never cease. Dave Karofsky is offering to help me,” Kurt snorts and notes that at some point in the last few seconds Mercedes and Rachel have flanked him, both of them glaring at the other boy. “Why would you want to?”
“To make it up to you. I know I can’t really ever do it, but…at least I can try?” he looks afraid of what Kurt’s going to do to him and Kurt gets a smug sort of satisfaction from this realization. Let him be the scared one for once.
“Well…” Kurt debates for a few seconds. On the one hand, letting Karofsky help just isn’t something he wants to do, but on the other…the more people looking out for Mr. Brown, the better, and eventually he decides to put his own safety over his grudge and nods. “Look, I’m being hunted by a man who’s not entirely sane and was at the assembly yesterday,” he says quickly, keeping his voice low. “I know he wants to kill me…well, you might have that in common, actually, but…”
“Hey!” Karofsky protests.
“You said it, not me,” Kurt arches an eyebrow and bares his fangs, growling a little.
“Okay; okay. So. A vampire hunter.”
“Right. He’s tall and really nondescript; brown hair, brown eyes, and yesterday he absolutely reeked of garlic. I have a feeling he’ll be back, so if you see somebody suspicious loitering around the school come tell me, okay? Actually, it might be a good idea to have you on the lookout; he saw all the Glee Club members but he hasn’t seen you yet so in essence you could be the perfect informant. Think you’re up for it?”
“Sure,” he nods, far too quickly, but Kurt has a feeling he’s trying to avoid getting attacked by a surly vampire. “Whatever. Cool.”
“Good. Don’t think this means we’re square, however; I’m still not your friend,” Kurt sniffs and feels Mercedes and Rachel loop their arms through his.
“Fine,” Karofsky shrugs, going back to looking like he doesn’t care about anything, before lumbering away down the hall.
“Well, glad that’s over,” Kurt sighs as Mercedes and Rachel both look at him curiously.
“Kurt, are you sure it was a good idea to…”
“Finn’s…talked to him. Told him something; I don’t know what, but ever since then he’s been…civil toward me. More than civil. And the way I see it, the more eyes we have looking out for Mr. Brown, the better,” he adds, voicing his earlier thoughts. “And if he decides not to help, no harm done.”
“True enough, boy,” Mercedes shakes her head. “But c’mon, we’re gonna be late for class if we dawdle any more.”
“Right,” Kurt lets them lead him off down the hall toward his next class.
000
“Sam?” Blaine pushes the door to the locker room open, wondering if this was a good idea. After all, Santana had been the one who had directed him here with a rather evil smirk, but he really couldn’t imagine anything bad coming from this so he walks in without thinking about it too much. “Sam, are you…okay.”
“Hey, man,” Sam turns around, shirtless and with a red towel around his waist, his hair still shower-wet and darkened to almost a golden color because of it. “What’s up?”
“Santana told me you were in here,” he staunchly averts his eyes, knowing staring would be a bad idea right about now even though Sam, for being rather slender, obviously works out and it shows.
Oh, does it show.
“Hey, you know I’m not, like, freaked out by you being here because you’re gay, right?” Sam asks, digging through his locker for something. “I mean, Kurt came and talked to me while I was in the shower, so this is really no big deal.”
“Hang on, Kurt what?” Blaine asks suspiciously, because he’s never heard this story.
“Yeah, back at the beginning of the year. I think he was getting gay vibes from me so he wanted to be my partner for this duet thing, but then Finn tried to talk us all out of it and eventually he came to tell me while I was showering that he had to sing with somebody who matched his own talent level or something…and then he made fun of my hair. Again,” he laughs and pulls out a shirt.
“Wow,” Blaine rapidly blinks a few times because honestly, what goes on in this school?? “So, he sang with…himself?”
“Yup. Kid’s really good, too, but you know that,” Sam grins at him. “Anyway,” he drops the towel, which makes Blaine look to the side before he realizes that the other boy already has board shorts on underneath. “I used to go to an all-boys boarding school, so I’ve seen dudes naked and they’ve seen me naked. It was kinda hard to avoid.”
“Oh,” Blaine says, realizing he sounds less than eloquent right now, and he really can’t keep his eyes off of Sam’s abs at the moment because, yeah, they’re pretty impressive.
Not that, of course, Blaine isn’t at least in decent shape. He knew he was never going to have a height advantage and once he realized that, being who he was, teasing was inevitable, he’s worked out enough that he’s much more solid than he looks. But he’s got nothing on the other boy.
“Hey, Blaine?”
“Um, yeah?” Blaine tries to hide his disappointment as Sam pulls his long-sleeved shirt on.
“Do you get the feeling that Finn and Kurt are trying to set us up?” Sam adjusts his shirt, hair mussed from pulling it over his head, and oh, yes, Blaine’s going to have fantasy material galore after this.
“Honestly?”
“Yeah. You’re smart, dude, so don’t try and pretend to be oblivious,” Sam closes his locker and looks at Blaine expectantly.
“Then yes, I’ve suspected it. And don’t tell Kurt, but I actually got the truth out of Finn a while ago,” Blaine shrugs, sitting down on one of the wooden benches in the change room.
“So they are?”
“They are.”
“I told Kurt I’m not gay!” Sam sighs and angrily clicks the lock on his locker, leaning back against the metal once he’s done.
“He still seems to think you are. Or, at least, that you could possibly like another boy,” Blaine says, trying to sound neutral and not like he’s looking to influence Sam one way or the other.
“Who knows, really?” Sam sighs and shakes his head. “I mean, look at what girls have got me so far: I like Quinn and I think we’ve got something great and then she goes and cheats on me with Finn, and I never thought he’d go for her again after hearing what happened last year. And then Santana and I start something and the next thing I know she’s in love with Brittany and I’m, like, her beard or something,” he snorts. “So yeah, girls and I haven’t gotten along well so far.”
“What are you saying?” Blaine’s not sure where this is going (well, he knows where he’d like it to go, but that’s not necessarily how it’s going to happen).
“What I’m saying is…” Sam shrugs his shoulders and moves a little closer. “Do you like me? Or are you just hanging out with me because they’ve tried to push us together?”
“Well, admittedly, you were rather friendly toward me and suggested I should transfer long before they tried to set us up, but…I do like you. There’re not many boys, straight or not, who would be so accepting of a homosexual classmate. Especially if they themselves are in fact of the same persuasion and unwilling to admit it,” he tacks on, because most people would react like Karofsky: try to be as utterly masculine as possible so nobody would suspect.
“Well, hate to break it to you, man, but it isn’t that I’ve been hiding my true sexuality or anything,” Sam laughs. “I’ve just…never really thought about boys like that, and I’ve got no idea why I felt comfortable around you when I barely knew you. But you’re a cool guy and I know you’ve done some amazing stuff for Kurt even though you didn’t have to, and even though, like I said, I’ve never thought about other guys as like attractive or anything, I kinda want to try this.”
“You mean…” Blaine honestly didn’t expect this, but it seems that Sam’s full of surprises.
“Yeah. I mean, why not, right? If you actually like me…”
“I do,” Blaine assures him quickly.
“Then why not? I mean, it’s not like Finn and Kurt had everything to do with it; like you said, we had a bit of a connection before they decided to try it, so it’s not like we’re just giving in because of that,” he smiles. “And besides, it’ll be nice that this way I wasn’t only Santana’s beard, but she was kinda mine, too,” he laughs and Blaine has to grin at that.
“Well, true enough,” he sighs and leans back, not sure what exactly Sam’s plan is now. Normally there’d be a kiss at this point, but considering the circumstances that’s probably not the greatest idea at this point, especially with a guy who just today decided he’d be cool in a male/male relationship.
“So. What do we do now? Plan a movie date?”
“Sure, if you’d like,” Blaine nods. “Or I suppose we could go to Breadstix? That’s what people do in Lima, isn’t it?” he teases and Sam rolls his eyes.
“It’s cheaper than the Olive Garden, so yeah. Dinner first, I guess, so…tomorrow night?”
“Good for me,” Blaine agrees and Sam moves even closer, sitting down on the bench beside him and reaching to put a hand on his shoulder.
“So. Are we kissing?”
“Ah,” Blaine’s still a little floored about how casual Sam is treating this whole situation, but really what can he say at this point except, “If you want?”
“Cool,” Sam slides his hand from Blaine’s shoulder around to the back of his neck and pulls him in gently, meeting his lips with a light pressure as Blaine sighs and reaches to slide his own arms around Sam, tilting his head and letting a pleased murmur slip into Sam’s mouth as the blonde lets him deepen the kiss without any resistance.
Sam ends it first, pulling back enough that they can look at each other comfortably. “Wow.”
“Good?” Blaine laughs breathlessly, because it was definitely good for him, and going by the fact that Sam looked a little amazed he’s willing to bet the other boy feels the same way.
“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Blaine promises, and a little part of his mind is telling him they should move somewhere more private than the middle of a dressing room, but right now he really doesn’t care.
000
Finn peers around the lockers and does a fist-pump, resisting the urge to yell “Yes!” really, really loudly, and he exits the locker room as quietly as he can (which is quite a feat, for him) and rushes off to tell Kurt.
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Notes:
1. Um…so yeah, probably not as exciting as the last chapter, but I needed to get some more exposition in.
2. On the other hand, Blam is actually happening now :) (And I didn’t think it was going to get this far in this chapter but apparently Blaine and Sam had other ideas…)
3. Next week’s Glee, you guys! NEXT WEEK’S GLEE! IT LOOKS AMAZING!!
4. I’m done. :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt and Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 32/?
Word Count: 2914
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Thirty-Two
“And so I never…ow, Quinn!” Finn whines as she smacks him none-too-gently upside the head. “What was that for??”
“You idiot! You could have ended this whole thing and you didn’t?”
“Scary Quinn,” he announces, trying to curl his abnormally large body into the tiniest ball possible. “And you didn’t let me finish!”
“Okay. Finish,” she raises an eyebrow and seats herself, crossing her legs and examining him shrewdly.
Finn takes a breath and explains the reasoning behind not breaking…or at least giving a decent go at breaking…the curse and by the end she’s looking at him with gentle eyes, reaching to lay a hand on his arm before sliding it up to stroke through his hair.
“Oh, Finn,” she sighs. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Quinn. I really think I do. I told him that the only person I’ve loved more is…” and he stops, realizing that this is a Bad Thing to say around Quinn, but she nods solemnly and looks down.
“Beth. I know,” she shakes her head and keeps stroking his hair. “I’ll never forgive myself for leading you on like that, Finn. I know you loved…love…her, and I know that if you and Kurt ever adopt you’ll make the most amazing father anybody could ask for.”
“I don’t really wanna think about kids,” he admits with a short laugh. “I mean, when I thought I was gonna be a dad I was ready, but now? I’m kinda glad I’m not. I’d lose the baby or something.”
“You would not lose a baby, Finn Hudson,” she rubs her fingertips against his scalp for a few seconds. “Kurt wouldn’t let you.”
“True,” he’s forced to admit with a shrug, giving her a smile as she sighs in fond exasperation. “Plus he’d probably kill me if I did.”
“Mm,” she makes a vague noise of agreement and moves her hand away, digging in her bag for a moment as Puck comes into the room.
“Hey, Finny! You and Kurt take advantage of the gift Santana and I gave you?” he asks expectantly, sitting down backwards on the chair beside Finn, and Finn knows he’s blushing a rather horrible shade of red and really doesn’t have to answer that question. “I knew it!”
“Leave him alone,” Quinn gives Puck a half-hearted slap on the arm. “Can’t you see it’s embarrassing him?”
“Hey, I don’t want details, alright? I don’t need to hear about kinky gay sex-capades; that’s Santana’s area of interest. I just like to know that my gifts are being put to good use,” he winks, grinning, as Finn can literally feel his cheeks burning.
“Yeah. We…used them,” he finally admits, voice breaking as he’s overrun with a rush of memories.
“Well, good,” Puck puts an arm around his shoulders and looks rather smug, obviously proud of himself. “And? Did they help?”
“Well, we’re…ah…in love now if that’s what you mean. Or I’m in love with him; I guess he was always in love with me,” he quirks a smile as Puck gives him a noogie before withdrawing his hand. “Hey!”
“Finny’s in love! It’s so cute!” he exclaims, rather falsely, and Finn laughs shortly and shoves a hand against his chest. “Hey, I’m not teasing, man. I think it’s great; you and Hummel. You’re good for each other.”
“Thanks. I think,” Finn rolls his eyes as Quinn laughs prettily, a sparkle in her eyes as she looks at him.
“It was totally a good thing, dude,” Puck grunts, and even he has a bit of a smile on his face.
Finn sighs, deciding that maybe he should just be thankful that, even though his friends are going to tease him for a while, in the end they really do support him fully.
000
“So, he said it?” Mercedes looks excited and Kurt sighs, shaking his head.
“No, honey; I told him not to, remember?”
“But he does,” Rachel presses, and Kurt’s still not sure why she’s so excited that her former boyfriend is in love with another guy but he’s not going to press the issue.
“Yes, I believe he does.”
“I’m so happy for you, baby!” Mercedes hugs him rather enthusiastically and Rachel joins in, kissing him on the cheek as he stands there, stunned.
“Girls…”
“Do I have to give him The Talk?” Mercedes pulls away to ask, one hand on her hip.
“No, Mercedes, you don’t. He knows better and we don’t want to scare him off,” he smirks. “Plus I rather like his…ah…assets where they are, so threatening to cut them off isn’t going to make me happy,” he adds.
“Fine, then,” she shakes her head. “Anyway, what’re you gonna do about Mr. Brown? Hope he shows up again?”
“What else can I do?” Kurt shrugs, a little helplessly. “I don’t exactly want to go looking for him, after all. I just hope he shows up again soon so I can move on and hopefully forget all of this.”
“I guess you’re right,” Rachel admits, giving a little resigned sigh as she realizes this. “I just wish everything was over with and we could focus on Nationals and…”
“Rachel, honey, listen to yourself,” Mercedes rubs her temples and Rachel blinks and gasps.
“Oh! Sorry! That was rude. I didn’t mean to belittle your situation or imply that it’s an irritation, Kurt! I’m just so, so ready to face Vocal Adrenaline and show them who’s boss,” she’s nearly hopping up and down now and Kurt can’t keep the smile off his face. Some aspects of Rachel’s personality are never going to change, but at least she’s trying.
“It’s fine,” he assures her and she takes this as a chance to talk more about possible set lists for Nationals until…
“Hey, Hummel. Kurt.”
“David,” Kurt says coolly, glancing at Karofsky as he passes by. The other boy has taken to greeting him each time they meet in the hall, and while Kurt’s still a little freaked out by the whole situation, he honestly has bigger things to worry about than Karofsky and he’s not going to be intimidated by him any longer.
“So,” Karofsky stops and shuffles his feet, looking unsure. “Um, so. You probably know that I know about you, and…I just wanted to know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“Well, will wonders never cease. Dave Karofsky is offering to help me,” Kurt snorts and notes that at some point in the last few seconds Mercedes and Rachel have flanked him, both of them glaring at the other boy. “Why would you want to?”
“To make it up to you. I know I can’t really ever do it, but…at least I can try?” he looks afraid of what Kurt’s going to do to him and Kurt gets a smug sort of satisfaction from this realization. Let him be the scared one for once.
“Well…” Kurt debates for a few seconds. On the one hand, letting Karofsky help just isn’t something he wants to do, but on the other…the more people looking out for Mr. Brown, the better, and eventually he decides to put his own safety over his grudge and nods. “Look, I’m being hunted by a man who’s not entirely sane and was at the assembly yesterday,” he says quickly, keeping his voice low. “I know he wants to kill me…well, you might have that in common, actually, but…”
“Hey!” Karofsky protests.
“You said it, not me,” Kurt arches an eyebrow and bares his fangs, growling a little.
“Okay; okay. So. A vampire hunter.”
“Right. He’s tall and really nondescript; brown hair, brown eyes, and yesterday he absolutely reeked of garlic. I have a feeling he’ll be back, so if you see somebody suspicious loitering around the school come tell me, okay? Actually, it might be a good idea to have you on the lookout; he saw all the Glee Club members but he hasn’t seen you yet so in essence you could be the perfect informant. Think you’re up for it?”
“Sure,” he nods, far too quickly, but Kurt has a feeling he’s trying to avoid getting attacked by a surly vampire. “Whatever. Cool.”
“Good. Don’t think this means we’re square, however; I’m still not your friend,” Kurt sniffs and feels Mercedes and Rachel loop their arms through his.
“Fine,” Karofsky shrugs, going back to looking like he doesn’t care about anything, before lumbering away down the hall.
“Well, glad that’s over,” Kurt sighs as Mercedes and Rachel both look at him curiously.
“Kurt, are you sure it was a good idea to…”
“Finn’s…talked to him. Told him something; I don’t know what, but ever since then he’s been…civil toward me. More than civil. And the way I see it, the more eyes we have looking out for Mr. Brown, the better,” he adds, voicing his earlier thoughts. “And if he decides not to help, no harm done.”
“True enough, boy,” Mercedes shakes her head. “But c’mon, we’re gonna be late for class if we dawdle any more.”
“Right,” Kurt lets them lead him off down the hall toward his next class.
000
“Sam?” Blaine pushes the door to the locker room open, wondering if this was a good idea. After all, Santana had been the one who had directed him here with a rather evil smirk, but he really couldn’t imagine anything bad coming from this so he walks in without thinking about it too much. “Sam, are you…okay.”
“Hey, man,” Sam turns around, shirtless and with a red towel around his waist, his hair still shower-wet and darkened to almost a golden color because of it. “What’s up?”
“Santana told me you were in here,” he staunchly averts his eyes, knowing staring would be a bad idea right about now even though Sam, for being rather slender, obviously works out and it shows.
Oh, does it show.
“Hey, you know I’m not, like, freaked out by you being here because you’re gay, right?” Sam asks, digging through his locker for something. “I mean, Kurt came and talked to me while I was in the shower, so this is really no big deal.”
“Hang on, Kurt what?” Blaine asks suspiciously, because he’s never heard this story.
“Yeah, back at the beginning of the year. I think he was getting gay vibes from me so he wanted to be my partner for this duet thing, but then Finn tried to talk us all out of it and eventually he came to tell me while I was showering that he had to sing with somebody who matched his own talent level or something…and then he made fun of my hair. Again,” he laughs and pulls out a shirt.
“Wow,” Blaine rapidly blinks a few times because honestly, what goes on in this school?? “So, he sang with…himself?”
“Yup. Kid’s really good, too, but you know that,” Sam grins at him. “Anyway,” he drops the towel, which makes Blaine look to the side before he realizes that the other boy already has board shorts on underneath. “I used to go to an all-boys boarding school, so I’ve seen dudes naked and they’ve seen me naked. It was kinda hard to avoid.”
“Oh,” Blaine says, realizing he sounds less than eloquent right now, and he really can’t keep his eyes off of Sam’s abs at the moment because, yeah, they’re pretty impressive.
Not that, of course, Blaine isn’t at least in decent shape. He knew he was never going to have a height advantage and once he realized that, being who he was, teasing was inevitable, he’s worked out enough that he’s much more solid than he looks. But he’s got nothing on the other boy.
“Hey, Blaine?”
“Um, yeah?” Blaine tries to hide his disappointment as Sam pulls his long-sleeved shirt on.
“Do you get the feeling that Finn and Kurt are trying to set us up?” Sam adjusts his shirt, hair mussed from pulling it over his head, and oh, yes, Blaine’s going to have fantasy material galore after this.
“Honestly?”
“Yeah. You’re smart, dude, so don’t try and pretend to be oblivious,” Sam closes his locker and looks at Blaine expectantly.
“Then yes, I’ve suspected it. And don’t tell Kurt, but I actually got the truth out of Finn a while ago,” Blaine shrugs, sitting down on one of the wooden benches in the change room.
“So they are?”
“They are.”
“I told Kurt I’m not gay!” Sam sighs and angrily clicks the lock on his locker, leaning back against the metal once he’s done.
“He still seems to think you are. Or, at least, that you could possibly like another boy,” Blaine says, trying to sound neutral and not like he’s looking to influence Sam one way or the other.
“Who knows, really?” Sam sighs and shakes his head. “I mean, look at what girls have got me so far: I like Quinn and I think we’ve got something great and then she goes and cheats on me with Finn, and I never thought he’d go for her again after hearing what happened last year. And then Santana and I start something and the next thing I know she’s in love with Brittany and I’m, like, her beard or something,” he snorts. “So yeah, girls and I haven’t gotten along well so far.”
“What are you saying?” Blaine’s not sure where this is going (well, he knows where he’d like it to go, but that’s not necessarily how it’s going to happen).
“What I’m saying is…” Sam shrugs his shoulders and moves a little closer. “Do you like me? Or are you just hanging out with me because they’ve tried to push us together?”
“Well, admittedly, you were rather friendly toward me and suggested I should transfer long before they tried to set us up, but…I do like you. There’re not many boys, straight or not, who would be so accepting of a homosexual classmate. Especially if they themselves are in fact of the same persuasion and unwilling to admit it,” he tacks on, because most people would react like Karofsky: try to be as utterly masculine as possible so nobody would suspect.
“Well, hate to break it to you, man, but it isn’t that I’ve been hiding my true sexuality or anything,” Sam laughs. “I’ve just…never really thought about boys like that, and I’ve got no idea why I felt comfortable around you when I barely knew you. But you’re a cool guy and I know you’ve done some amazing stuff for Kurt even though you didn’t have to, and even though, like I said, I’ve never thought about other guys as like attractive or anything, I kinda want to try this.”
“You mean…” Blaine honestly didn’t expect this, but it seems that Sam’s full of surprises.
“Yeah. I mean, why not, right? If you actually like me…”
“I do,” Blaine assures him quickly.
“Then why not? I mean, it’s not like Finn and Kurt had everything to do with it; like you said, we had a bit of a connection before they decided to try it, so it’s not like we’re just giving in because of that,” he smiles. “And besides, it’ll be nice that this way I wasn’t only Santana’s beard, but she was kinda mine, too,” he laughs and Blaine has to grin at that.
“Well, true enough,” he sighs and leans back, not sure what exactly Sam’s plan is now. Normally there’d be a kiss at this point, but considering the circumstances that’s probably not the greatest idea at this point, especially with a guy who just today decided he’d be cool in a male/male relationship.
“So. What do we do now? Plan a movie date?”
“Sure, if you’d like,” Blaine nods. “Or I suppose we could go to Breadstix? That’s what people do in Lima, isn’t it?” he teases and Sam rolls his eyes.
“It’s cheaper than the Olive Garden, so yeah. Dinner first, I guess, so…tomorrow night?”
“Good for me,” Blaine agrees and Sam moves even closer, sitting down on the bench beside him and reaching to put a hand on his shoulder.
“So. Are we kissing?”
“Ah,” Blaine’s still a little floored about how casual Sam is treating this whole situation, but really what can he say at this point except, “If you want?”
“Cool,” Sam slides his hand from Blaine’s shoulder around to the back of his neck and pulls him in gently, meeting his lips with a light pressure as Blaine sighs and reaches to slide his own arms around Sam, tilting his head and letting a pleased murmur slip into Sam’s mouth as the blonde lets him deepen the kiss without any resistance.
Sam ends it first, pulling back enough that they can look at each other comfortably. “Wow.”
“Good?” Blaine laughs breathlessly, because it was definitely good for him, and going by the fact that Sam looked a little amazed he’s willing to bet the other boy feels the same way.
“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Blaine promises, and a little part of his mind is telling him they should move somewhere more private than the middle of a dressing room, but right now he really doesn’t care.
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Finn peers around the lockers and does a fist-pump, resisting the urge to yell “Yes!” really, really loudly, and he exits the locker room as quietly as he can (which is quite a feat, for him) and rushes off to tell Kurt.
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Notes:
1. Um…so yeah, probably not as exciting as the last chapter, but I needed to get some more exposition in.
2. On the other hand, Blam is actually happening now :) (And I didn’t think it was going to get this far in this chapter but apparently Blaine and Sam had other ideas…)
3. Next week’s Glee, you guys! NEXT WEEK’S GLEE! IT LOOKS AMAZING!!
4. I’m done. :D