Fic: Just a little crush (6/9)
Sam was having an incredibly hot dream about Kurt when he woke up. He could still remember the dream vividly, the way Kurt’s back felt pressed up against his chest, the way he.... Oh my God.
A now very awake Sam had his arms wrapped around his supposedly best friend and was grinding against Kurt who was whimpering in his sleep and pushing back against him. Shit he was taking advantage of a friend who wasn’t interested in him or conscious. Sam quickly pushed Kurt away, accidentally jolting him awake.
“S-Sam what?” Sam stared at him horrified. “Did I hug you again? I’m sorry really I...”
“No. Let’s just say we’re even now” he bit out bunching the covers over his lap.
Kurt’s eyes widened “You mean?”
“Yeah I may have been spooning you.”
“Oh” Kurt laughed. He wouldn’t be laughing if he’d known what Sam had been dreaming of doing to him.
“So I’ll go take a shower” a cold one “If you’ll look the other way?” Kurt looked confused, no doubt because Sam had never been modest before, but he picked up Sam’s pillow, lay back and covered his face with it.
Sam ran to the bathroom.
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While zoning out in Math later that day Sam remembered something Kurt had said before his dad had shown up and ruined everything. He nudged Mike who was sitting next to him doodling a big heart around the words ‘Mike & Tina 4EVA’ “Do you know what a ‘Finn situation’ is?”
Mike frowned “In what context?”
“I don’t know I just heard someone say it.”
“Err well he has a problem with arriving early if you know what I mean” he awkwardly shifted in his chair. So Finn really did need that mailman then? Sam was pretty sure that wasn’t what Kurt had meant though. At least he hoped Kurt didn’t think about his step-brother’s premature ejaculation issues.
Rummaging through his locker later that day Sam realised he had misplaced his astronomy textbook yet again. He distinctly remembered having it when he and Puck had a jamming session that morning so headed along to the choir room. As he approached he could hear the piano being played, stepping into the room he realised it was Kurt who was singing with such raw emotion. Feeling guilty for eavesdropping during moment which was obviously intended to be private, Sam knew he should quietly leave but something wouldn’t let him. Kurt was completely mesmerising.
First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I'll say goodbye
To your whispers in my dreams
And then our lips will part
In my mind and in my heart
Cause your kiss
Went deeper than my skin
Sam instantly thought about their accidental kiss and their almost kiss, he bit his lip wishing that he could just pull Kurt away from the piano and kiss him deeply.
Piece by piece
Is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time
First of all must fly
My dreams of you and I
There's no point in holding on to those
And then our ties will break
For your and my own sake
Just remember
This is what you chose
A tear slid down Kurt’s cheek as he sang no point in holding on to those and his voice broke slightly. Whatever it was that had upset Kurt must have been pretty bad because he looked devastated, Sam really hoped it wasn’t Burt’s health again.
Piece by piece
Is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time
I'll shed like skin
Our memories of lazy days
And fade away the shadow of your face
Oooooooohoooooooooo
His voice was utterly haunting and filled with pain, it took everything Sam had to stop himself going to Kurt to hug him and let him know everything would be alright.
Piece by piece
Is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time
One at a time
One at a time
Kurt started, mashing the keys of the piano when he looked up and realised he wasn’t alone in the choir room as he had thought. For the briefest of moments he looked like he was in agony then his cool facade dropped into place, wiping his eyes he lowered the cover and stood, picking up his satchel.
“Are you singing that in Glee?”
Kurt shook his head and cleared his throat “No I was just trying something.” He kept glancing at the door as if he would rather be anywhere else than there with Sam.
“It sounded good.” That was true, it had been utterly heartbreaking but awesome vocally.
“Thanks” Kurt managed a sad smile “I have to go.”
Sam nodded.
Glee that afternoon was National’s centric so Sam sketched Na’vi characters in his notebook while Rachel ranted about what she should sing for the solo and Mr Schue debated which Journey song she should sing with Finn.
“You’re very talented.” Sam smiled as Kurt reached over and took the notebook out of his hands. Flicking through it Kurt paused running his fingers over one particular image. “I didn’t realise I would look so good as a Na’vi.”
Sam felt his cheeks heat up. He had forgotten which notebook he had sketched the two of them as Na’vi characters, to make matters worse they were drawn in traditional dress, so loin cloths. Sam had been too shocked to ogle Kurt when he was topless after the first hugging incident so he had used his imagination quite a bit and God only knew what Kurt would think about that. He also hoped Kurt wouldn’t notice that their ponytails were joined.
“It’s pretty accurate actually” Kurt shot him a playful look before handing the book back to Sam.
“Really?” he asked before he could stop himself.
“Mmmhmm, have you drawn anyone else?”
Sam swallowed trying to think what the right answer was “Umm no just us.” From Kurt’s pleased smile and little nod Sam figured that had been the right one.
“Were you okay earlier?” he asked worried that Kurt would withdraw into himself again but genuinely concerned for him.
Kurt looked at him thoughtfully “Yes I’m fine now. I just needed to get it out you know? Hopefully I’ll be able to move on now.” Move on from what? Kurt didn’t elaborate so Sam didn’t push him. “Mercedes and I are getting a little group together tonight and heading down to Color Me Mine. Would you like to come?”
“Color Me Mine? I love that place!”
Kurt laughed at his enthusiasm “I heard you wanted to go but broke up with Quinn before you did and I somehow doubt Santana would have gone with you.” That was true, Santana had refused point blank to even consider such a dorky date. “I think Mike will be coming with Tina so you don’t have to worry about it being too girlie.”
Sam frowned “Even if he didn’t, you’d be there.”
“Yes but I’m an honorary girl so I understand.....”
“Dude, you’re a guy” Sam interrupted pushing his notebook under Kurt’s nose “Did I draw you as a chick?”
Kurt shook his head.
“I don’t think of you as a girl.” Sam laughed as Kurt gave him an undecipherable look followed by a quick hug, earning them a few odd looks from their friends.
“Pay attention guys this is important.” Mr Schue frowned at them “So Journey...”
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Following Mercedes’ instructions to pick Kurt up at seven, Sam was standing awkwardly in the Hudson-Hummel kitchen with Burt waiting for him to come downstairs. Usually Sam didn’t mind that Kurt took forever to get dressed but Burt was giving him some really odd looks and he couldn’t figure out why.
He definitely didn’t have something on his face, he had checked before getting out of his truck and he had changed into clean clothes after school so that wasn’t it. It almost felt as if he was waiting for a date and being assessed whether or not he was worthy of said date. Sam shoved his hands in his pockets in an attempt to stop his fidgeting and kept nervously glancing at the clock wishing for once Kurt would hurry.
“So you and Kurt?”
“Ummm.” What exactly was the right response to that?
“Will it just be the two of you tonight?” Burt opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer then took a swig.
“No, some other kids from Glee will be there.” Burt nodded and opened his mouth again just as Kurt entered the room.
“Sam” Kurt said breathily, smiling at him.
“Hey Sunshine” he replied hoping his face hadn’t lit up as much as he thought it had. “Ready to go?”
“Yes yes... oh no! Wait a second” Kurt ran out of the room and up the stairs.
Burt gave Sam an appraising look "You're in love with my son." It wasn't a question.
"Yes" Sam whispered slightly terrified.
Burt nodded "You intend to treat him with respect?" he raised an eyebrow in a very Kurt-like manner and crossed his arms.
"O-of course but he... he doesn’t feel the same" Sam stuttered, receiving a disbelieving look in return.
"He doesn't know how you feel does he?"
"Technically no" he admitted.
Burt shook his head "You don't look dumb" he leant back against the counter and uncrossed his arms "Try asking him what his type is."
“Okay right I’m sorry. Now I’m definitely ready” Kurt announced bursting into the room clutching a scarf.
“A scarf, seriously?” Sam asked as they walked towards his car.
“Yes seriously and it’s not just a scarf. This is an Alexander McQueen scarf!” he wrapped it around his neck and stopped halfway down the path. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my car.” The duh was implied.
“You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m getting into that thing again before you get it checked out.” Kurt crossed his arms and jutted a hip out.
Sam rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling slightly “But I was told I was taking you not the other way around.”
Kurt unlocked his SUV “And I told Cedes that you could meet me here but I would drive. Just get in.” Climbing into Kurt’s bitchin car Sam wondered if it was possible to be completely whipped without even dating the dude. Apparently it was.
After driving a few minutes in a comfortable silence Kurt glanced at him “I really wish you would bring your truck into the garage. If money’s an issue yo...”
“It’s not” Sam interrupted. He didn’t know why he hadn’t taken it in yet but between training, Glee, tutoring and hanging out with Kurt he hadn’t really found the time.
“Well either way I’d be happy to take a look at it” Kurt finished.
“You fix cars?” Kurt was killing him. Could he be any hotter?
“Yes I practically grew up in the garage” Kurt sounded a little indignant.
“You’re so cool.” Sam grinned when Kurt jerked the wheel slightly in surprise. “Grease-monkey-Kurt is something I’ve got to see.”
Kurt parked the car and shot him a flirty look “Maybe someday you will.”
They waited outside for half an hour before Sam started to wonder if anyone else was actually going to show up. “Well at least it’s warm” he said leaning against the wall next to the entrance of Color Me Mine.
Kurt pulled out his cell phone “Hang on I’m going to call Mercedes and find out what’s happening.” Sam wondered if he was on Kurt’s speed dial too. “Hey diva where are you?” Kurt looked confused for a moment “Seriously, come on, where are you?” he frowned as she replied and glancing at Sam he walked away. Sam could now only hear snippets of the one-sided conversation and didn’t have a clue what was going on.
“Cedes you can’t do this to me.”
“Yes, but...” Kurt didn’t seem to be winning.
“Have you forgotten what happened in my basement?” Why would he be in a basement and what happened in it?
“I know he’s not but.... okay fine bye” Kurt stormed over to him mumbling about supposed friends and betrayal.
“So where are they?” Sam asked.
“They can’t make it.” Kurt looked ill.
“Kurt is this a date?” At Kurt’s frozen expression he elaborated “I mean did they not come on purpose?” Sam knew he wasn’t explaining himself well but either their friends knew he liked Kurt and were setting them up or this was an amazing coincidence.
“No, of course not. I knew you would think that. I swear I didn’t plan this.”
“Chill Sunshine, it’s cool. I know you don’t feel th.... I mean you don’t like me that way.” Sam’s stomach clenched as he realised what he had almost said, he tried not to look as nervous as he felt as he looked Kurt in the eye. Kurt stared for a moment and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but just closed it and nodded. “So shall we go in?”
“You still want to? You know what people will say if they see us together.”
Sam shrugged smiling and held the door open for Kurt “Screw em.”
Kurt spent the next twenty minutes debating what to paint before deciding on a vase and some nicely shaped mugs.
“Wow you’re ambitious, the place closes at nine you know?”
Kurt set his pottery on the table and hit him softly on the arm “I’m going to give each member of my family a mug with their name on in their favourite colour. The vase is for me.”
“I’m making coasters for my mom” Sam announced.
Kurt looked at the chaos surrounding Sam. “So why are they Avatar themed?”
“She might not realise. Besides they’re pretty colours, you said so yourself.”
“The amount of times you’ve subjected the poor woman to that film, she’s going to know.”
Kurt was actually fairly quick once he got going, he had all of his mugs finished and was starting on his vase by the time Sam had finished his coasters and found a plate to paint. He had even handed over his mugs for firing the eager beaver. “Did Finn tell you about the BBQ at Rachel’s tomorrow?” Kurt asked as Sam sat down.
“Yep, Finn told me twice, then Rachel told me all about her dads new pool and their executive BBQ whatever that is and then Finn asked if he’d told me already... oh and then he called me to tell me he was sorry for the late notice but he’d forgotten to tell me.”
Kurt laughed “Sounds like Finn.”
“It’ll be awesome if it’s this hot tomorrow” Sam sighed, thinking of cool water and the prospect of seeing Kurt in swimming trunks.
Kurt grimaced “I don’t intend to swim so I have a feeling it will just be hot and sticky.”
“Why, don’t you want to swim?”
“Do you know how much I paid for my swimming shorts? Why would I subject them to chlorinated water... do I hate them all of a sudden?”
Sam laughed at Kurt’s craziness, only he would spend a fortune on something that he couldn’t use. “Your vase looks awesome so far dude.”
“I’m just going to try something” Kurt reached for a different colour of paint.
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
“Did you just quote Star Wars?” Kurt asked incredulously.
“Mmm” he murmured concentrating on flicking his wrist to get the perfect shape “Empire Strikes Back to be exact.”
“Dork.”
Sam sat back and pushed the hair out of his eyes “You knew it was from Star Wars, what does that make you?”
“Best friends with a dork?” Kurt asked, laughing when he looked up at Sam. He rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a pack of moist towelettes handing one to Sam. “You have paint on your face.”
Sam looked at the towelette being waved in front of him “Can you do it? I can’t see.”
“Oh yes I suppose so” he started to gently wipe the paint off Sam’s face. “As long as you don’t slap me” he almost whispered.
Sam held Kurt’s wrist stopping its movement “Who slapped you?”
“No one it doesn’t matter” Kurt said quickly.
“Of course it matters. Who?” Sam demanded.
“Finn” Kurt admitted “but only my hand” he added quickly, seeing the anger in Sam’s eyes.
“Why would he do that?” Sam asked genuinely confused, Finn really seemed to like Kurt and often called him ‘my little brother’ around the other guys.
“We had some issues in the past, we both made mistakes but we’re passed it now.”
Sam let go of Kurt’s wrist and waited while he wiped the rest of the paint off. Wanting to change the subject and remembering what Kurt’s dad had said earlier he waited for Kurt to sit down then asked “So what kind of guys do you like?” Kurt’s startled expression and flushed cheeks made him wonder if he had crossed a line.
“Why would you want to know that?”
“You’re my friend, seems like something I should know about you.” They sat painting in silence for a few minutes and Sam didn’t know if Kurt was going to answer him or not.
“Jocks” Kurt admitted “I like jocks.”
“Oh.” So Kurt liked jocks, just not Sam? Great.
“How about you? I mean what type of girls do you like?” Kurt asked casually.
“I don’t really have a type.” Definitely not when it came to girls anyway. “I guess I’m a romantic at heart.”
Kurt smiled “Me too.”
“I think I’ve finished” Sam held up his plate, inspecting his work.
“Let me see” Kurt leant over trying to see the front.
“Nope you have to wait until after it’s fired” he hid the plate behind his back.
“Why?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” Sam made a few trips to hand over his plate and coasters then grabbed his hoodie waiting for Kurt to finish talking to the assistant.
They settled into a comfortable silence again on the way back to Kurt’s house only breaking it once they were parked and standing next to Sam’s truck. “Thanks for inviting me Kurt, I had an awesome time tonight.”
“So did I. Do you want to come in?”
“Raincheck? Your dad kinda terrified me.” Kurt laughed. “Seriously dude I felt like I was picking you up for Prom or something.” Burt was all kinds of scary and sort of perceptive so it was probably best to avoid him until after the secrets assignment was over, way over.
“I’ll see you at the BBQ tomorrow?” Kurt asked playing with his scarf.
“Wouldn’t miss it, if only to find out what the hell an executive BBQ is.” Sam wanted a hug but held out his fist instead, Kurt gently bumped his own against it and waved as Sam jumped into his truck and drove away.