Fic: Just a little crush (3/9)
It turned out that impressions were a good distraction technique when it came to Kurt.
Sam did his James Earl Jones impression, Kurt giggled. Next he tried Captain Jack Sparrow and Kurt let out a full laugh then slapped his hand over his mouth. George bush was a pretty good one but Kurt seemed to really appreciate his Arnold Schwarzenegger. Ignoring the librarian’s shushing Kurt was almost falling off his chair, gripping it tightly and begging Sam to stop before he peed himself. Sam watched as Kurt try to compose himself, failing several times and eventually taking deep shuddering breaths wiping tears from his eyes.
“You actually liked them” Sam said with wonder.
“Of course I did. You’re very good at them.” Kurt grinned still trying to catch his breath.
He would have to think of some more. “You’re the first person to laugh apart from my mom.”
“Maybe you’ve been telling the wrong people.”
“I’ve only really done them for Quinn and Santana” he admitted.
“Then maybe you’ve been dating the wrong people.” Sam had been thinking the same thing and not just because Quinn and Santana had been popularity providing beards. “Not that we’re dating!” Kurt added hurriedly.
Sam wished they were. “Chill dude I got what you meant.”
“We should get back to this.” Kurt tapped the French text book and Sam sighed resigning himself to his incredibly boring fate. “Have you been practicing?”
“Umm sure.”
“Why don’t I believe you” he sighed “Go on then. Say something.”
Sam thought hard “J'adore ma petite chatte”.
Kurt snorted and gave him an unimpressed look “Do you even have a cat?”
“No. Not so much.”
Kurt shook his head in despair muttering “Tu es chanceux tu es mignon.”
“What did you say?”
Kurt looked at him thoughtfully “If you want to know you will have to practice more.”
Twenty minutes later Kurt said he had to talk to Mercedes leaving Sam to practice simple phrases. He was rifling through his dictionary trying to remember what Kurt had said and looking up the words when a shadow fell over his books.
“Sup homo?”
“Don’t call me that” he glared up at Santana.
“Why not? It’s true. Or are you going to deny it?” she smirked.
“Because you’re one to talk.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Santana demanded looking like she was going to threaten to cut him any minute now.
Sam just looked her calmly in the eyes “You know exactly what I mean.”
She seemed conflicted for a half a minute then slid into the chair opposite him. “So Kurt then?”
“Yeah Kurt.” He sighed “So Britt?” Santana shrugged not meeting his eyes. “So your secret was the one about being in love with your best friend?”
“Whatever.”
“Decided what song to sing?” She shook her head and remained silent looking down at her nails. Sam thought for a minute “If It Kills Me. It fits your situation perfectly.”
Santana narrowed her eyes “You really like Jason Mraz don’t you?” She got up “Catch you later dork.”
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Kurt was already in the choir room when Sam arrived. He was playing with his phone, with most of the girls looking over his shoulders so Sam climbed up to the seats at the back and sat next to Mike.
“Mr Schue, I still don’t think this is a good idea. It’s bringing up things best left forgotten and will probably lead to someone getting hurt.”
Mr Schue didn’t seem all that worried “Noted Quinn. Are you ready?” Quinn nodded, moved to the centre of the room and wrapped her arms around herself. She closed her eyes as she began to sing.
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part,
Baby of mine.
It was heartbreaking watching her cling to herself, pain etched on her face. Quinn had been right the assignment was going to hurt someone. Her.
Little one when you play,
Don't you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear,
Baby of mine.
A tear slid down her cheek and she clenched her fists grasping as her sides.
If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too.
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.
She opened her eyes and sang the next verse while looking into Puck’s eyes. How anyone could think Puck was sweet Sam didn’t know but it was obvious that was what she was saying.
From your head down to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be,
Baby of mine.
All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.
She sobbed as she sang Baby of mine and only just managed to finish the next verse before shaking her head unable to continue. Mercedes started singing, immediately followed by the rest of the Glee club.
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be,
Baby of mine.
Baby of mine
Puck quickly moved towards Quinn wrapping his arms around her, leaning over so their cheeks were pressed together, he whispered something into her ear and she nodded. There was a lot of sniffing coming from around the room as they stood hugging each other. After several minutes Puck slowly guided her to his seat pulling her down on his knee and holding her gently.
“I wish we’d kept her sometimes” Puck said before Mr Schue could ask, rubbing Quinn’s back as she shuddered.
Mr Schue swallowed hard then cleared his throat “Who’s up next?”
“That would be me.” Santana turned to the band “Let’s get this over with.”
Hello, tell me you know, yeah, you've figured me out
Something gave it away
And it would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face
To know that I know that you know now
She leaned against the piano sending cocky looks in Brittany’s direction before pushing off and strutting forward.
And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking
You know nothing
Well you and I, why we go carrying on for hours on end
We get along much better than you and your boyfriend
Santana looked down and shrugged before sending Brittany more flirty looks and smirked. Artie looked very uncomfortable and kept glancing at his girlfriend who was smiling at Santana and swaying in her chair.
Well, all I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still can't say it after all we've been through
Sam sent her a small smile as she shook her head and rolled her eyes at her inability to say how she felt. That was probably the one thing that he and Santana had in common.
And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
How long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you
Before I rightly explode
Well this double life I lead isn't healthy for me in fact it makes me nervous
If I get caught I could be risking it all
Coz maybe there's a lot that I miss in case I'm wrong
As she sang double life she winced placing a hand over her stomach and a sad expression formed on her face as she looked around the room.
All I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still cant say it after all we've been through
She reached out towards Brittany then pulled her hand back walking across the room.
And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand
Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your girl
But I never said a word I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again
Brittany continued to sway along to the music but now she was smiling at Artie and mouthing the lyrics to him. Santana looked as if she’d been slapped and stood still, looking at the floor for the rest of the performance.
Well, all I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still can't say it after all we've been through
And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
I think it might kill me
And all I really want from you is to feel me
It's a feeling inside that keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
It might kill me
Sam decided that this had to be the most depressing Glee meeting he had ever been to, especially after the epic-ness that was Harry Potter last time. Not acknowledging her round of applause Santana walked past her seat next to Brittany and sat down next to Sam. He gave her a sympathetic smile and took her hand squeezing it gently. Looking up he caught Kurt staring at their joined hands.
“Who would like to guess Santana’s secret?” Mr Schue asked awkwardly.
Artie turned to look at her “I’m gay?” She made a negative buzzer noise.
“I’m in love with my best friend” Sam said quietly and she gave a brief nod.
Brittany frowned “Sam’s in love with Kurt?” Sam’s stomach dropped.
At everyone’s confused looks she said “Kurt is Sam’s friend” as if it was obvious. Artie lent forward and explained who’s secret it actually was.
“But I thought I was your best friend?” Brittany asked Santana confused and hurt.
“Okay! Well that’s all we have time for.” Mr Schue interrupted. “Artie and Rachel will be performing first Glee after the weekend. See you all then.”
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Saturday breakfasts were always pancake mornings in the Evans household. It didn’t matter whether they were American, English, French or anything else, pancakes were their tradition. Sam sat at the table moving his half eaten syrupy pancakes around his plate with a fork and sighed.
“What’s wrong with them?” his mom asked pouring batter into the frying pan.
“Huh? Oh nothing. Just thinking.” He sighed again.
“Then why are you sighing every two minutes?”
“I like someone at school” he admitted.
His mom paused spatula mid air “What’s his name?”
“Kurt”
“Is he gay?”
“Yes”
“Well that’s a good start” she grinned sitting down opposite him “Come on dish!”
Sam put his chin on his hand, resting on his elbow “He doesn’t like me... not like that.”
“Why not? Is he blind?” she demanded.
Sam gave a little laugh, his mom was strangely proud of his looks and insisted he got them from her despite the fact they looked nothing alike. “Nope he has gorgeous eyes actually. Really expressive.” His phone beeped in his pocket and he dug it out, his heart skipping a beat when he realised it was a text from Kurt.
“The man himself I presume?” his mom teased, moving away to check on her pancakes.
Hello Sam. I think we need another tutoring session this weekend. Is this afternoon convenient? The boys will be having Halo night later on which you are more than welcome to attend. It’s a sleepover. ~K~
That had to be the longest text anyone had ever sent him.
“Mom I’m going to go study this afternoon with my tutor then stay for Halo night with the guys from Glee. That okay?”
“Your tutor wouldn’t happen to be Kurt would it?” She laughed when he blushed “Sure, have fun.”
Ill b ova @ 2. OK?
Almost immediately he received a reply. That is how you text people? My work really is cut out for me. See you then. ~K~
Sam took a deep breath to compose himself then knocked on the Hummel-Hudson’s front door. He had met Kurt’s dad briefly at the wedding of course but dressed in plaid Mr Hummel was a lot more intimidating for some reason, the glare might have had something to do with it too.
“Yeah?”
“Hello is Kurt home?”
“I know you right? You’re one of the kids from Glee?”
“Yes sir, I’m Sam.” Mr Hummel gave him an odd look then nodded and stepped aside.
“It’s Burt kid. Go on through, he’s in the dining room.”
Sam followed the direction that Burt had pointed and found Kurt wearing a French style stripy scarf, sitting at a table surrounded by text books. “Hey dude, you and your dad’s names rhyme.” Oh man that sounded like something Finn would say.
“I had noticed thanks” Kurt drawled “Sit down.” Kurt passed him a stack of colourful cards.
“What are these for?” he asked.
“They’re flash cards. I read that they can be helpful for learning vocab if you have dyslexia.”
Staring at the cards, which were colour coded and had cute little pictures next to the words that Kurt had obviously drawn, Sam felt ridiculously choked up. No one had ever gone to so much trouble to help with his dyslexia.
“Thanks” he whispered clutching the cards.
Ten minutes later they were attempting to have a conversation only in French.
“Comment ça va?”
“What?”
“En Francais Sam!”
“Huh?”
“Only speak French until I tell you. Je répète ce que j'ai dit.” He smiled and nodded encouragingly “Comment ça va?”
“Ummm... Ça va... bien, merci?”
“Tres Bien! Comment t'appelles-tu??”
“Huh?” Sam stared blankly at him.
Kurt sighed “Je m'appelle...” he prompted.
“Oh! Je m'appelle Sam!”
Kurt gave a reluctant smile at Sam’s enthusiasm “Enchanté. Quelle heure est-il?” he tapped his wrist as a clue.
Sam started searching the room and Kurt looked puzzled. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Seriously Sam what are you doing?”
“My watch is broken, I’m looking for your clock.”
“Oh lord...Just make it up!”
“But you got annoyed when I pretended to have a cat” he grinned to show he was teasing.
“Oh you complete...”
“And what happened to only speaking French Kurt? I’ll start us off again. Où est l'office de tourisme?”
“Pardon?”
“Où sont les toilettes?” Kurt gave him the frostiest stare he’d ever seen. “Come on Kurt that was an easy one!”
“Do you even know what you’re saying or did you just memorise that bit of the phrase book?”
Kurt’s eyes were really amazing when he was exasperated “Tu as de beaux yeux” Sam whispered.
Kurt gasped slightly then shook his head “Tu es plus beau que les étoiles.” Sam had no clue what he had said so reached for his phrase book. Kurt slapped his hand “Tu me rends fou” but smiled affectionately “Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi?”
They gave up studying at five, after making sandwiches they moved up to Kurt’s room to watch DVD’s on his huge flat screen, waiting for the other Glee guys to arrive for Halo night. Selecting the Big Bang Theory episode Sam had requested Kurt leant over and nudged Sam’s shoulder with his own, sending sparks of awareness through his back.
“So you and Santana again?”
“Sorry?” Sam asked not following.
“I saw you two holding hands after her performance.” He spoke lightly but there was a seriousness in his eyes which Sam didn’t quite understand.
“Oh no. We’re just friends.” Kurt smiled relaxing next to him.
“I really did think her secret was that she was gay. I wonder which of the girls it is, probably Britt” he pondered.
Why a girl? “What if it’s a guy?” Sam asked heart in his throat.
“Then it’s a pathetic joke” he said flippantly but Sam knew he was secretly scared that was what it was.
Without thinking Sam lent forward and rubbed his cheek against Kurt’s.
“What was that?” Kurt stared up at him with wide eyes.
Startled that he had done it instinctively, considering what that gesture meant to him, he refused to look at his friend “Nothing.”
Handing Sam the remote Kurt got up “I’m going to sort out the snacks for the boys. No it’s okay don’t get up I don’t need help.”
The Big Bang Theory was awesome but Kurt was taking ages and Sam had to physically stop himself from snooping around his room so he decided to go help. He got half way down the stairs before he started to overhear what sounded like a private conversation between Burt and Kurt.
“Kurt what did we talk about? I thought I made myself clear, no sleepovers with boys.”
“No dad, we agreed no sleepovers with potentially gay guys so you don’t need to get those pamphlets out again!” Pamphlets?
“But I thought you said he was undetermined?”
“That was months ago. He’s had two girlfriends since then so I think it’s pretty safe to say he’s straight.”
There was a pause. “This isn’t another Finn situation is it?” his dad asked quietly.
“No so just drop it” Kurt snapped. “I can have guy friends.”
What the hell was a Finn situation and what did that have to do with them? Sam hurried back up the stairs not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. Finn’s door had been closed on his way downstairs but now was wide open so he stood in the doorway watching Finn and Puck’s Halo game.
“Hey dude come in!” Finn yelled his face screwed up in concentration as Puck kicked his ass. He sat down next to Mike who smiled and Artie “Sup?” turning back to the game in progress.
He noticed Kurt hovering by the door holding chips and dip a few minutes later but no one else seemed to or at least they didn’t invite him to join them. “Come sit next to me Kurt” he patted the space next to him on the floor and Kurt looking startled sat next to him passing the chips across him to Mike. Once Finn finally had his ass handed to him, he shoved the controller at Sam muttering “Here” but perked up when he saw the chips and dip. Artie wheeled himself forward to take Puck’s controller and Sam turned to Kurt “Aren’t you going to play Kurt?”
He looked surprised “No I’m okay thanks. I’ll get the rest of the snacks.” Sam stared after him as he got up and left the room.
“Kurt never plays” Artie loaded a new game and Sam frowned.
“Why not?” All the guys looked at each other then shrugged.
“He’s not really into this kinda stuff” Finn explained but Sam was pretty sure that the other guys had just never bothered to ask him.
They had been playing for about five minutes when Kurt returned laden with a tray of healthy and unhealthy snacks as well as drinks. He totally kicked ass as a host.
“Hey Kurt you sure you don’t want to play?”
“Umm” Sam paused the game and looked up expectantly. “Well I would like to but....” The other guys stared at him, clearly shocked that he wanted to play. “...I don’t know how” he admitted.
“That’s okay I’ll show you.”
“Really?” Kurt’s face lit up.
Sam grinned “Yeah come here” he held out his hand then pulled Kurt down to sit in front of him. He bent his knees, spreading his legs wide and gently pulled Kurt back so he rested against Sam’s chest. Wrapping his arms around Kurt he guided the smaller boy’s hands over the controller explaining which buttons did what. Kurt let out a ragged breath and shuddered slightly when Sam moved his arms tighter around him so Sam loosened his grip. He must have squeezed the little guy too hard and hurt him.
Kurt lost spectacularly but if his wide eyes and flushed cheeks were anything to go by he had enjoyed the game.
Sometime around two Carole popped her head around the door and told them to call it a night so they all stood up and got their sleeping bags out. After he had gone to the bathroom, Artie was given one side of Finn’s bed and the rest of the guys started to spread out on the floor.
“Hey Sam where’s your stuff? There’s space next to me.” Mike pointed to an empty space.
Sam shook his head “It’s cool dude I don’t have a sleeping bag. I’ll crash with Kurt” he looked at Kurt who was staring at him with his mouth open. “If that’s okay with him?”
“Yes of course. Sure. That’s Fine” he left the room quickly.
“Are you sure? There’s plenty of room in here” Artie frowned at him.
“Yeah. Kurt invited me not Finn and this way I get to sleep on a real mattress.” Mike gazed longingly at Finn’s bed then back down at the floor and sighed.
Puck gave him an odd look “You do realise he’s gay right?”
“Yes Puckerman I managed to work that one out myself, thanks.”
“Yeah but aren’t you... concerned. What if he gets a boner?”
Sam rolled his eyes. As if, he was much more likely to get one. “Then I’ll be flattered.” Their odd expressions and furtive glances at each other pissed him off. “Seriously what is your problem?” he asked when it looked like Puck was going to say something again.
Finn stepped in to try to diffuse the situation “Kurt’s great. He’s my brother now and I’m really happy about that but some guys would have a problem sharing a bed with him.”
“Yeah well I don’t” he glared at them before storming out of the room.
Kurt was already in his p.js sitting at his vanity wiping his face with something when Sam entered his room feeling full of hell. Ignoring Kurt he rooted in his bag for his toothbrush then stalked to the en-suite but before he reached it Kurt spoke. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for what you said.”
“Oh.” Shit. “You heard?”
“Mmmhmm. It meant a lot.”
“Oh well good. I meant it” he locked himself in the bathroom.
Sam had never been good at packing. He had brought six DVD’s just in case, his toothbrush, clean underwear and his iPod but he seemed to have forgotten p.js. Sam didn’t really wear them at home but he didn’t think he could handle sharing a bed with Kurt only wearing tight boxer briefs. “Can I borrow some p.js? I forgot” he asked sheepishly.
“Of course you can.” Kurt went to his giant closet and began to root around. Sam was pretty sure no one needed that many clothes but his surveying of the closet was cut short by Kurt pressing something flannel into his arms. “What possessed my dad to buy me flannel I’ll never know. I’ve never worn them.”
Sam laughed and started pulling his shirt off. Kurt blushed, quickly turning around. “Sorry dude I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll finish in the bathroom.”
When he came out the lights were all out bar one bedside lamp and there was a Kurt sized lump on the far side of the bed. Sam slide under the covers and was about to turn the lamp off when Kurt flipped over with his mouth open, as if he were about to ask something. Instead he made a strange choking sound “Why aren’t you wearing the top?” he demanded shrilly.
Sam shrugged not understanding the problem “The bottoms fit but the top was too small. I’m bigger than you.”
“Yes well, not everyone can have Adonis-perfect genetics” he quipped, eyes roaming the parts of Sam’s torso which were uncovered.
Sam raised his eyebrows “You think I’m perfect?”
Kurt rolled his eyes and huffed “Goodnight Sam.” He rolled on to his back.
Turning the lamp off Sam mumbled “Night.” He listened as Kurt’s breathing deepened and he started to make cute snuffly sleep noises before reaching out and taking his soft hand. As he dozed off Sam could have sworn he felt Kurt squeeze his hand but he must have been imagining it. Kurt was definitely asleep.
The next morning Sam woke to the smell of burning bacon and the other Glee guys laughing downstairs. Lying with his eyes closed he thought about how nice Kurt’s bedding smelled and how his blankets were kind of heavy. Sometime during the night Kurt must have gotten hot and taken his P.J. top off because Sam opened his eyes to find a half naked Kurt sprawled across his chest with one of the smaller boys legs wrapped around his. Kurt moaned as Sam tried to get from under him and held on tighter causing their material clad thighs to rub together. The sound went straight to Sam’s groin and he quickly angled his pelvis away from Kurt. “Umm Kurt?” His response was another moan.
“Kurt!”
“Whaa? M’Sleepy.”
Despite the fact Kurt was adorable when half asleep if Sam didn’t get from under him soon Kurt would undoubtedly become very aware of the situation going on in his pants. “Come on sleeping beauty wake up.”
“B’tiz warm n smells soo good.”
Kurt thought he smelled good? So not the time! “Yeah well you have to get up.”
“Ohh Saaam” Kurt let out a breathy moan. It almost sounded like he was having a very enjoyable dream. Not likely, Sam thought bitterly. Kurt couldn’t help it if he found his sleepy noises sexy.
“Kurt seriously wake up!” Sam yelled in a panic as Kurt cuddled in closer.
“Sam?” Kurt asked eyes wide open.
Attempting to be cool despite the effect Kurt was having on him Sam smiled “Morning Sunshine.”
“OH MY GOD” Kurt screamed incredibly high while flinging himself off Sam and jumping out of his bed holding a blanket in front of himself.
“Kurt?” his dad yelled up the stairs “Is everything okay up there?”
Not taking his horrified eyes off Sam he yelled back “Y-yes dad fine. I saw a big bug.” They stared at each other, Sam sitting up in the bed with covers bunched around his waist and Kurt standing beside it still holding his blanket, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly. “I’m very sorry Sam. I didn’t realise I was a sleep cuddler. I don’t know what to say.” He looked completely mortified.
“It’s okay.” Kurt didn’t seem convinced “Really its fine, was cosy.”
“You know most guys would be hitting me by now?”
“I’m not most guys.”
Kurt tilted his head “No you’re not” he whispered sadly.
After Kurt had used the bathroom, emerging fully dressed and heading down to breakfast, Sam took a very cold shower.
The Hummel-Hudson kitchen was full to the brim with Glee guys standing around, Burt leaning against the fridge and Kurt flitting around trying to save their culinary disasters. Carole had apparently abandoned ship, wise woman.
Puck noticed him first “Hey dude we’re going to the arcade. You wanna come?”
“Nah but thanks. I really need to get home.” He bumped fists with the guys, shook Burt’s hand and turned to Kurt who was facing the stove ignoring him. “See ya Sunshine.” Kurt flushed bright red but at least he turned around.
“Goodbye Sam.”
“Thanks for a great weekend” he held his fist out to Kurt who looked at it puzzled for a second before awkwardly bumping with his own fist as if it were his first time. Sam laughed pulling him into a hug gently patting him on the back.
As he left he was uncomfortably aware of the questioning look Burt gave him.
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Most of the French is obvious or not particularly important but here is a translation of the important bits:
Tu es chanceux tu es mignon - You're lucky you're cute
Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi - What would i do without you
Tu me rends fou - You drive me crazy
Tu es plus beau que les étoiles - You are more beautiful that the stars
Tu as de beaux yeux - You have beautiful eyes