Fic: Of Burt Hummel and Car Parts
Title: Of Burt Hummel and Car Parts - follows What Sam Doesn't Know...
Author: hattalove
Beta: Nope. Please point out any mistakes, thanks.
Fandom: Glee
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Burt, Sam; Kurt/Puck
Warnings: Unbetaed. Sam's POV.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 03x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas
Word count: 659
Summary: It's almost Christmas, and Sam's chances of getting to Kentucky don't look very good. Then, Burt Hummel comes along.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, it would already be a big gay fairytale. Nothing's mine. I'm just playing.
It starts a week before Christmas Eve, when Sam's sitting gloomily in the Hudmels' living room, fingers flying over the keys of Kurt's laptop, trying to come up with the cheapest way to get back to his family for the holidays.
To say it's not going very well would be an understatement the size of Finn Hudson.
Sam probably has to look like a complete Grinch - sitting admidst twinkling tinsel and chains of lights, dwarfed by a pile of Christmas ornament boxes and with cinnamon-scented candles burning on the coffee table, but he can't help the frown permanently crossing his face. He even ignores Finn, Kurt and Puck who come and go with a spring (more like a bounce, in Finn's case) in their step and dismisses any attempts at conversation.
He is, for all intents and purposes, depressed. The trains cost too much. Borrowing somebody's car and buying the gas costs too much. Hitchhiking could leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere with some creepy-ass businessman in a cheap suit who'd offer him a cigarette, then booze, then drugs, then a blowjob.
He tells as much to Kurt who, two hours and no result later, happens to walk by. The other boy looks like he wants to laugh, but Sam really appreciates him nodding and looking solemn instead.
Then, dinner ensues.
It's a normal enough affair by now; Sam, Finn, Kurt and, more often than not, Puck, polishing away every last crumb of Carole's incredible casserole, while her and Burt munch on garden salad (Sam really pities the dude, but it probably beats having another heart attack), helping clean up and sitting back down for a cup of coffee, dessert and some light conversation.
That's how Sam finds himself finishing his fourth slice of apple pie with Burt staring at him from across the table - everyone else has somehow managed to disappear between forkfuls one and seven.
"So, kid," he starts, and Sam hears himself swallow, because this doesn't sound good, "Heard you're having trouble finding transport to Kentucky."
Sam frowns a little, "That's right, sir."
"Drop the 'sir', for God's sake."
"Yes, s-I mean, Burt."
"Good," Burt flashes him something that could pass for a smile, if Sam squints and tilts his head just right, "Now, listen. This probably ain't gonna sound very lucrative, that truck of mine has seen better days, but I'm driving down there on Friday to get some parts."
Sam frowns again, tilts his head, "O...kay?"
Burt rolls his eyes in response, "And I obviously have a couple seats free. I'm sure it'd save you a lot of trouble if you just hopped on with me."
"You mean like - you giving me a ride?"
He gets a raised eyebrow (so Kurt-like it's scary) for that.
"That - that would be so awesome, Mr.H!" he practically shouts and smiles so wide it actually hurts.
"For the last time, it's Burt. Don't listen to my wife. Now, we need to plan a little - and Finn told me you're taking some Irish kid with you?"
~*~
The fact that Burt probably didn't need any car parts from Kentucky on the 23rd of December only occurs to him when he's eating Christmas dinner.
Stacy and Stevie are making crazy faces at each other over mashed potatoes, immitating Rory's accent, while the Irishman in question is almost squealing with laughter, jabbing his elbow into Sam's side. Their parents are watching all of them with fond eyes, smiles wide. The chains of lights hung up all over the kitchen paint everything with funny colors, and the feeling of contentment in Sam's chest purrs the same way Kurt does when Puck's massaging his shoulders.
It's the best he's felt in a long, long time, and he vows to hug everyone in the house when he's back in Lima, because this, right here, is the best present anybody could ever give him.
And so, in the end, Sam's Christmas?
Awesome.
Author: hattalove
Beta: Nope. Please point out any mistakes, thanks.
Fandom: Glee
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Burt, Sam; Kurt/Puck
Warnings: Unbetaed. Sam's POV.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 03x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas
Word count: 659
Summary: It's almost Christmas, and Sam's chances of getting to Kentucky don't look very good. Then, Burt Hummel comes along.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, it would already be a big gay fairytale. Nothing's mine. I'm just playing.
It starts a week before Christmas Eve, when Sam's sitting gloomily in the Hudmels' living room, fingers flying over the keys of Kurt's laptop, trying to come up with the cheapest way to get back to his family for the holidays.
To say it's not going very well would be an understatement the size of Finn Hudson.
Sam probably has to look like a complete Grinch - sitting admidst twinkling tinsel and chains of lights, dwarfed by a pile of Christmas ornament boxes and with cinnamon-scented candles burning on the coffee table, but he can't help the frown permanently crossing his face. He even ignores Finn, Kurt and Puck who come and go with a spring (more like a bounce, in Finn's case) in their step and dismisses any attempts at conversation.
He is, for all intents and purposes, depressed. The trains cost too much. Borrowing somebody's car and buying the gas costs too much. Hitchhiking could leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere with some creepy-ass businessman in a cheap suit who'd offer him a cigarette, then booze, then drugs, then a blowjob.
He tells as much to Kurt who, two hours and no result later, happens to walk by. The other boy looks like he wants to laugh, but Sam really appreciates him nodding and looking solemn instead.
Then, dinner ensues.
It's a normal enough affair by now; Sam, Finn, Kurt and, more often than not, Puck, polishing away every last crumb of Carole's incredible casserole, while her and Burt munch on garden salad (Sam really pities the dude, but it probably beats having another heart attack), helping clean up and sitting back down for a cup of coffee, dessert and some light conversation.
That's how Sam finds himself finishing his fourth slice of apple pie with Burt staring at him from across the table - everyone else has somehow managed to disappear between forkfuls one and seven.
"So, kid," he starts, and Sam hears himself swallow, because this doesn't sound good, "Heard you're having trouble finding transport to Kentucky."
Sam frowns a little, "That's right, sir."
"Drop the 'sir', for God's sake."
"Yes, s-I mean, Burt."
"Good," Burt flashes him something that could pass for a smile, if Sam squints and tilts his head just right, "Now, listen. This probably ain't gonna sound very lucrative, that truck of mine has seen better days, but I'm driving down there on Friday to get some parts."
Sam frowns again, tilts his head, "O...kay?"
Burt rolls his eyes in response, "And I obviously have a couple seats free. I'm sure it'd save you a lot of trouble if you just hopped on with me."
"You mean like - you giving me a ride?"
He gets a raised eyebrow (so Kurt-like it's scary) for that.
"That - that would be so awesome, Mr.H!" he practically shouts and smiles so wide it actually hurts.
"For the last time, it's Burt. Don't listen to my wife. Now, we need to plan a little - and Finn told me you're taking some Irish kid with you?"
~*~
The fact that Burt probably didn't need any car parts from Kentucky on the 23rd of December only occurs to him when he's eating Christmas dinner.
Stacy and Stevie are making crazy faces at each other over mashed potatoes, immitating Rory's accent, while the Irishman in question is almost squealing with laughter, jabbing his elbow into Sam's side. Their parents are watching all of them with fond eyes, smiles wide. The chains of lights hung up all over the kitchen paint everything with funny colors, and the feeling of contentment in Sam's chest purrs the same way Kurt does when Puck's massaging his shoulders.
It's the best he's felt in a long, long time, and he vows to hug everyone in the house when he's back in Lima, because this, right here, is the best present anybody could ever give him.
And so, in the end, Sam's Christmas?
Awesome.