Fic: United Here Somehow [Glee, Sam/Kurt, PG]
Title: United Here Somehow
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Kurt
Rating: Maaaybe a PG?
Word count: ~600
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Yay, silly fluff! Thanks to maccadole for the beta. Spoilers for Never Been Kissed. As far as I know, nothing after that, but honestly, I'm so spoiled that I don't even know anymore. (Kind of terrible) title from My Life Would Suck Without You.
"Kiss me," Sam says.
"What?" Kurt has no idea what is going on. Normally, hot guys don't drag him into the empty locker room and ask him to kiss them. This is not a natural occurrence in Kurt Hummel's life.
"I want you to kiss me," Sam says, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. Kurt arches an eyebrow.
"Sam, you're straight."
"Have I ever said that?" Kurt has to stop and think back to Sam's first days in glee, and yeah, maybe Sam never actually did say it. "I mean," Sam continues, "I may have told Quinn I was? But it turns out she was only using me for popularity anyway."
"She dumped you?" Kurt asks. Sam shakes his head.
"Not really. More like, we decided - mutually - that the relationship wasn't really what we were looking for?"
"Her words, I take it?"
"Yeah," Sam says, nodding. "But anyway, I never actually told anyone else I was straight."
"So you just let everyone assume that you were?"
"Pretty much," Sam says, sounding kind of sheepish. "But I like you, Kurt. I mean... I like you." Oh, and here's another thing that, on a normal Wednesday afternoon, does not happen to Kurt Hummel! Kurt has to shake his head once, trying to make things make sense again.
"You... like me?" Sam nods.
"Yeah. Which is why I'm asking you to kiss me." The headshake clearly didn't work. Things are still really, really weird.
"Why didn't you just kiss me?" After all, that's what the closeted jocks tend to do.
"Because Mercedes threatened to cut my balls off if I did that. She didn't say why or anything, just..."
"Ah," Kurt says, eloquently. He's actually kind of impressed. He loves Mercedes, but she can be a bit of a gossip sometimes. (In fact, "a bit" may be somewhat of an understatement.)
"So anyway." Sam says after a few seconds. He sounds uncertain. "Are you going to kiss me, or should I just... go away now? Maybe transfer? Because I gotta tell you, I'm kind of embarrassed right now."
The thing is, Kurt kind of does want to kiss Sam. He's man enough to admit he did get somewhat of an insta-crush on Sam the second he entered the choir room, and even though he's been doing his best to get over it (don't crush on the straight jock has sort of become Kurt's motto), it's always been there, at the back of his mind. Sam not saying what would be his fair share of homophobic remarks has not helped, either. And of course, Sam is really hot. Like, really hot. So Kurt smiles and says, "Okay," and Sam's face splits into a wide smile.
Kurt moves decisively, and suddenly he's kissing Sam. He is kissing Sam. It's awkward at first, their noses bumping together, but they somehow manage to sort it out, and once they're past that little snag, it's glorious. Kurt's not sure what's happening to his life, because seriously, ten minutes ago, he was walking down a hallway at school, and now he's got Sam Evans' hand in his hair and Sam's tongue is in Kurt's mouth and Kurt's own hands are on Sam's back, and things like this just do not happen to him.
After-Kurt's not really sure how long it is, maybe seconds? Or years? It's hard to tell, he's kind of dazed right now. After an undetermined amount of time Sam pulls back, grinning. Kurt is smiling too, wide enough that it almost hurts.
"So..." he says.
"I think I messed up your hair," Sam says. Kurt shrugs.
"Whatever," he says, surprising even himself.
It must be love.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Kurt
Rating: Maaaybe a PG?
Word count: ~600
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Yay, silly fluff! Thanks to maccadole for the beta. Spoilers for Never Been Kissed. As far as I know, nothing after that, but honestly, I'm so spoiled that I don't even know anymore. (Kind of terrible) title from My Life Would Suck Without You.
"Kiss me," Sam says.
"What?" Kurt has no idea what is going on. Normally, hot guys don't drag him into the empty locker room and ask him to kiss them. This is not a natural occurrence in Kurt Hummel's life.
"I want you to kiss me," Sam says, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. Kurt arches an eyebrow.
"Sam, you're straight."
"Have I ever said that?" Kurt has to stop and think back to Sam's first days in glee, and yeah, maybe Sam never actually did say it. "I mean," Sam continues, "I may have told Quinn I was? But it turns out she was only using me for popularity anyway."
"She dumped you?" Kurt asks. Sam shakes his head.
"Not really. More like, we decided - mutually - that the relationship wasn't really what we were looking for?"
"Her words, I take it?"
"Yeah," Sam says, nodding. "But anyway, I never actually told anyone else I was straight."
"So you just let everyone assume that you were?"
"Pretty much," Sam says, sounding kind of sheepish. "But I like you, Kurt. I mean... I like you." Oh, and here's another thing that, on a normal Wednesday afternoon, does not happen to Kurt Hummel! Kurt has to shake his head once, trying to make things make sense again.
"You... like me?" Sam nods.
"Yeah. Which is why I'm asking you to kiss me." The headshake clearly didn't work. Things are still really, really weird.
"Why didn't you just kiss me?" After all, that's what the closeted jocks tend to do.
"Because Mercedes threatened to cut my balls off if I did that. She didn't say why or anything, just..."
"Ah," Kurt says, eloquently. He's actually kind of impressed. He loves Mercedes, but she can be a bit of a gossip sometimes. (In fact, "a bit" may be somewhat of an understatement.)
"So anyway." Sam says after a few seconds. He sounds uncertain. "Are you going to kiss me, or should I just... go away now? Maybe transfer? Because I gotta tell you, I'm kind of embarrassed right now."
The thing is, Kurt kind of does want to kiss Sam. He's man enough to admit he did get somewhat of an insta-crush on Sam the second he entered the choir room, and even though he's been doing his best to get over it (don't crush on the straight jock has sort of become Kurt's motto), it's always been there, at the back of his mind. Sam not saying what would be his fair share of homophobic remarks has not helped, either. And of course, Sam is really hot. Like, really hot. So Kurt smiles and says, "Okay," and Sam's face splits into a wide smile.
Kurt moves decisively, and suddenly he's kissing Sam. He is kissing Sam. It's awkward at first, their noses bumping together, but they somehow manage to sort it out, and once they're past that little snag, it's glorious. Kurt's not sure what's happening to his life, because seriously, ten minutes ago, he was walking down a hallway at school, and now he's got Sam Evans' hand in his hair and Sam's tongue is in Kurt's mouth and Kurt's own hands are on Sam's back, and things like this just do not happen to him.
After-Kurt's not really sure how long it is, maybe seconds? Or years? It's hard to tell, he's kind of dazed right now. After an undetermined amount of time Sam pulls back, grinning. Kurt is smiling too, wide enough that it almost hurts.
"So..." he says.
"I think I messed up your hair," Sam says. Kurt shrugs.
"Whatever," he says, surprising even himself.
It must be love.