Arrival Chapter Two
Title: It's About Time For My Arrival Chapter Two
Rating: PG-13 now/NC-17 eventually
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Romance/Smut.
Warning: Finn bashing. Still.
Spoilers: up to A Very Glee Christmas
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I'd be in SF partying it up and not worrying about working for forever. That being said, I'm still in college, so obviously I don't own.
Author's Notes: Based off this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Also, this fic is really revolved around Finn hate, but the prompt was too. I'm sorry if anyone's offended, Finn just really grinds my beans.
Summary: Sam Evans regretting letting his goals slip away from him first semester. This time, he's going all out.
Word Count: ~1,900
By the time Wednesday afternoon arrived, Sam was practically thrumming with excitement. He had no intentions of making a move on Kurt (though getting his hands on that boy sounded more than excellent), but instead planned to just hang out and get to know him. Treat him like a real teenage guy and play video games or some shit he more than likely did not get invited to do with Finn.
After biology ended, he made his way to Kurt’s locker, where he hoped Kurt wouldn’t try to make excuses or escape. Luckily his class was closer to the locker than Kurt’s was, so he got there first and lounged against the locker next to it.
“Well isn’t this a lovely surprise.” Kurt’s eyebrow raised as approached his locker, and Sam couldn’t fight the smirk that was finding its way onto his lips.
“Had to make sure you didn’t skip out on me.” He explained.
“I already told you that it was no big deal. Quit being dramatic, that’s my job.” Putting his books away quickly, he slammed his locker shut and turned to Sam. “So what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the man cave.”
“That sounds prehistoric. And disgusting.” Kurt’s nose wrinkled at the thought.
Sam laughed and motioned for them to start walking. “It’s neither of those things, really. We’re just gonna hang in my basement and bro out.”
“I’m not even sure you’re speaking English anymore.” Kurt remarked.
“Please, you’d know if I wasn’t speaking English. Nga txan si lor menari.”
How Kurt managed to look surprised and unamused at the same time was beyond him, but that was exactly the look he was getting. “Are you really speaking to me in Na’vi? A fictional language?”
“At least you recognized it. It clearly can’t be that bad of a thing!” Sam nudged his shoulder and grinned as they made their way to the parking lot. Gesturing to his truck, he announced “Your chariot awaits!”
“How about I just follow you in my car?” He suggested. Sam shrugged and gave him a thumbs up before heading to his car. He wasn’t going to fight it; letting Kurt say in his comfort zone would be the easiest way to accomplish everything.
The trip to his house didn’t take long, though he did have to drive slower to make sure that Kurt could keep up and wouldn’t lose track of him. When they got to their destination, he hopped out of his car and went directly for the front door, knowing Kurt would follow.
“This is seriously amazing.” Kurt sounded a little in awe.
“My dad’s in a big business and likes extravagant things.” Sam shrugged, unlocking the door and letting them in. He took their coats and hung them up in the closet, and after they took off their shoes, he led them into the large kitchen.
“What other things are you holding out on me? Are you secretly a prince of a faraway country?” Kurt joked, leaning against the island counter as Sam dug through the cupboards.
“Don’t compare my life to movies for teenage girls. That has to be against some kind of friendship rules.” Sam looked back over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at the other boy, then turned back. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Is that why your hair is so long? Is it full of secrets?”
“Now you’re going too far.” Sam laughed as he finally found what he was looking for. Baked chips in hand, he closed the cabinet door and headed to the fridge. “What would you like to drink?”
“Water’s fine.” He nodded his thanks when Sam handed him a bottle of water and glanced questioning at the bag in Sam’s hand.
“I know you’re judging me. Real chips are terrible for these great abs, and these taste so much better anyway.” Trying to ignore the impressed look on his face, Sam made his way to the basement steps. “Are you familiar with the ways of the 360?”
[&]
An hour later, Sam was once again shocked by the ways of Kurt Hummel. Not only had he gotten his ass handed to him in three of the rounds they’d played, but he’d almost tackled Sam off the couch when he figured out the reason Sam was catching up in score was because he’d found a way to lock on targets. Getting him to chill out and be comfortable was easier than he could have anticipated, and he was beyond thankful for it.
“Where have you been hiding these super powers? I honestly haven’t been killed that badly since I played Super Mario Sunshine!”
“And therein lies your problem. You play Nintendo.” Kurt scoffed as if it seriously offended him. “Really, Nintendo is for children.”
“Link is badass, what are you talking about?”
“Zelda is possibly the only redeeming feature of that game system.”
“You are seriously deranged, you know that right?” He was about to make an argument on the merits of Gauntlet when his stomach growled loudly. “And the monster has awakened! Wanna stay for dinner?”
The grin slowly fell from his lips and his eyes widened in shock, as though he couldn’t believe he’d just been invited to stay later. After a few moments, he nodded slightly. “That would be nice.”
“Awesome, how does spaghetti sound?”
“Delicious.”
“Good.” Mentally high-fiving himself, he stood up and led Kurt back to the kitchen, then started getting out all the things that they would need. Putting a pot on the island counter in front of Kurt, he pushed a couple cans of tomato sauce, a wooden spoon and a can opener towards him.
“No fancy sauces?” He teased as he got to work. Sam smiled and shook his head as he turned toward another pot and a box of noodles.
“Not a chance. Making it from scratch is healthier and tastes better.” He explained while filling the pot with water and setting it on the stove to boil.
“Never took you for a health food person, Evans.”
“Just another one of those great things to learn about me!” Grabbing a bunch of spices from the spice rack over the stove, he turned back to Kurt, who was now spinning the can opener in his hands.
“Well then, teach me your homemade sauce ways.” Rolling his eyes, Sam set the spices on the counter, then started adding varying amounts of each into the pot with the sauce.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He insisted, laughing as Kurt stuck his tongue out at him.
“Yeah, it takes a real magician to make a pot of sauce.” Kurt mumbled, stirring the contents of the pot. Sam watched as he mindfully scraped the sides of the pot to get all the oregano and thyme into the sauce, making sure to blend it completely, and decided he’d never seen anything cuter. Reaching into the pot, he scooped a bit of sauce onto his finger and put it on the tip of Kurt’s nose.
“Samuel Evans!” He jumped back, an appalled look on his face. Sam burst out into laughter, shaking his head as Kurt tried to wipe the sauce from his nose.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me, I play dirty.” He raised his eyebrows and continued laughing as Kurt narrowed his eyes. In what seemed like an instant, Kurt had dipped his finger into the spaghetti sauce and left it in a streak on the side of Sam’s face. He stood in surprise for a moment, watching the smaller boy burst into a fit of giggles, before moving towards him. Kurt turned to run, but Sam was faster and grabbed him by the waist, spinning him around as they both dissolved into loud laughter.
“You are so immature!” Kurt shook his head as he continued laughing.
“You’re the one who reacted back, not me!” In the heat of the moment, Sam tightened his arms around Kurt’s waist and nuzzled into his neck, the faint smell of peaches wafting into his lungs as he took a breath. Kurt’s hands found themselves over Sam’s as their laughs faded, an awkward silence creeping up on them as Kurt realized the position they were in.
“We should get the sauce on the stove if we plan to eat on time.” He muttered, squirming a little in Sam’s grasp, and Sam took that as a sign to take his victory as it was and press on later.
“Sorry.” Letting go of the brunette, he turned back and put the pot on the stove, turning on the heat. He also turned down the boiling water and put the noodles in before turning back, more than a little frustrated that Kurt was still apprehensive around him. When he looked back, Kurt was in his previous spot leaning against the countertop, though the look on his face was less amused and more nervous this time.
“You’re thinking about all this too much.”
Kurt’s head jumped up from looking at the designs in the countertop, and he vaguely resembled a deer in headlights. “What?”
“You’re used to people not liking you for you, but that’s not my style. I mean come on. I took a punch in the face for you; obviously I’m not like everyone else.” Sam gave him a smile, and it seemed to take some of the tension out of the air. “I get that you probably don’t know how to act around guys since most of the ones at school are tools, but… treat me like Mercedes or something. Minus that fashion stuff, because I can pretend, but I will not understand any of it.”
“There is no way you’re real.” He insisted. Sam was pretty sure he had a general facial expression of What the fuck? because Kurt laughed and explained. “You’re like, perfect. I mean yeah, you could be more fashion savvy and less nerdy, but we all have our faults. Yours just happen to be way irrelevant in the big picture.”
“Oh I’m far from perfect.” Sam assured. He was pretty ace at putting off a perfect front, but there were so many things wrong with him, he couldn’t even begin to go on. Like how much he hated Finn, for instance, which got him where he was now.
“I really doubt that.” Kurt gave him a look, one that clearly said he was never going to believe a word Sam said, so he let it go. If Kurt wanted to believe he was perfect: awesome. It just made things that much easier for him.
“Whatever you say, man.” He turned and stirred the noodles for a moment, then remembered why they were here in the first place. “Hold on, I’m gonna play the song I want you to sing for Glee, okay?” Not waiting for a response, he ran out into the living room to his mom’s stereo, put in one of his mom’s CD’s, and turned the volume way up. Making his way back to the kitchen, Kurt had his head in his arms on the table and was shaking with laughter.
“This song… is… ridiculous.” He practically panted as he heaved with laughter. The smile on Sam’s face widened considerably because really, it was a ridiculous song.
“But it’s perfect, is it not?”
“You’re seriously too good to be true.” Kurt admitted, and if the sound of his melodic laughter was making Sam’s heart swell, that confession made it burst with happiness.
Chapter Three
Rating: PG-13 now/NC-17 eventually
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Romance/Smut.
Warning: Finn bashing. Still.
Spoilers: up to A Very Glee Christmas
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I'd be in SF partying it up and not worrying about working for forever. That being said, I'm still in college, so obviously I don't own.
Author's Notes: Based off this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Also, this fic is really revolved around Finn hate, but the prompt was too. I'm sorry if anyone's offended, Finn just really grinds my beans.
Summary: Sam Evans regretting letting his goals slip away from him first semester. This time, he's going all out.
Word Count: ~1,900
By the time Wednesday afternoon arrived, Sam was practically thrumming with excitement. He had no intentions of making a move on Kurt (though getting his hands on that boy sounded more than excellent), but instead planned to just hang out and get to know him. Treat him like a real teenage guy and play video games or some shit he more than likely did not get invited to do with Finn.
After biology ended, he made his way to Kurt’s locker, where he hoped Kurt wouldn’t try to make excuses or escape. Luckily his class was closer to the locker than Kurt’s was, so he got there first and lounged against the locker next to it.
“Well isn’t this a lovely surprise.” Kurt’s eyebrow raised as approached his locker, and Sam couldn’t fight the smirk that was finding its way onto his lips.
“Had to make sure you didn’t skip out on me.” He explained.
“I already told you that it was no big deal. Quit being dramatic, that’s my job.” Putting his books away quickly, he slammed his locker shut and turned to Sam. “So what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the man cave.”
“That sounds prehistoric. And disgusting.” Kurt’s nose wrinkled at the thought.
Sam laughed and motioned for them to start walking. “It’s neither of those things, really. We’re just gonna hang in my basement and bro out.”
“I’m not even sure you’re speaking English anymore.” Kurt remarked.
“Please, you’d know if I wasn’t speaking English. Nga txan si lor menari.”
How Kurt managed to look surprised and unamused at the same time was beyond him, but that was exactly the look he was getting. “Are you really speaking to me in Na’vi? A fictional language?”
“At least you recognized it. It clearly can’t be that bad of a thing!” Sam nudged his shoulder and grinned as they made their way to the parking lot. Gesturing to his truck, he announced “Your chariot awaits!”
“How about I just follow you in my car?” He suggested. Sam shrugged and gave him a thumbs up before heading to his car. He wasn’t going to fight it; letting Kurt say in his comfort zone would be the easiest way to accomplish everything.
The trip to his house didn’t take long, though he did have to drive slower to make sure that Kurt could keep up and wouldn’t lose track of him. When they got to their destination, he hopped out of his car and went directly for the front door, knowing Kurt would follow.
“This is seriously amazing.” Kurt sounded a little in awe.
“My dad’s in a big business and likes extravagant things.” Sam shrugged, unlocking the door and letting them in. He took their coats and hung them up in the closet, and after they took off their shoes, he led them into the large kitchen.
“What other things are you holding out on me? Are you secretly a prince of a faraway country?” Kurt joked, leaning against the island counter as Sam dug through the cupboards.
“Don’t compare my life to movies for teenage girls. That has to be against some kind of friendship rules.” Sam looked back over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at the other boy, then turned back. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Is that why your hair is so long? Is it full of secrets?”
“Now you’re going too far.” Sam laughed as he finally found what he was looking for. Baked chips in hand, he closed the cabinet door and headed to the fridge. “What would you like to drink?”
“Water’s fine.” He nodded his thanks when Sam handed him a bottle of water and glanced questioning at the bag in Sam’s hand.
“I know you’re judging me. Real chips are terrible for these great abs, and these taste so much better anyway.” Trying to ignore the impressed look on his face, Sam made his way to the basement steps. “Are you familiar with the ways of the 360?”
[&]
An hour later, Sam was once again shocked by the ways of Kurt Hummel. Not only had he gotten his ass handed to him in three of the rounds they’d played, but he’d almost tackled Sam off the couch when he figured out the reason Sam was catching up in score was because he’d found a way to lock on targets. Getting him to chill out and be comfortable was easier than he could have anticipated, and he was beyond thankful for it.
“Where have you been hiding these super powers? I honestly haven’t been killed that badly since I played Super Mario Sunshine!”
“And therein lies your problem. You play Nintendo.” Kurt scoffed as if it seriously offended him. “Really, Nintendo is for children.”
“Link is badass, what are you talking about?”
“Zelda is possibly the only redeeming feature of that game system.”
“You are seriously deranged, you know that right?” He was about to make an argument on the merits of Gauntlet when his stomach growled loudly. “And the monster has awakened! Wanna stay for dinner?”
The grin slowly fell from his lips and his eyes widened in shock, as though he couldn’t believe he’d just been invited to stay later. After a few moments, he nodded slightly. “That would be nice.”
“Awesome, how does spaghetti sound?”
“Delicious.”
“Good.” Mentally high-fiving himself, he stood up and led Kurt back to the kitchen, then started getting out all the things that they would need. Putting a pot on the island counter in front of Kurt, he pushed a couple cans of tomato sauce, a wooden spoon and a can opener towards him.
“No fancy sauces?” He teased as he got to work. Sam smiled and shook his head as he turned toward another pot and a box of noodles.
“Not a chance. Making it from scratch is healthier and tastes better.” He explained while filling the pot with water and setting it on the stove to boil.
“Never took you for a health food person, Evans.”
“Just another one of those great things to learn about me!” Grabbing a bunch of spices from the spice rack over the stove, he turned back to Kurt, who was now spinning the can opener in his hands.
“Well then, teach me your homemade sauce ways.” Rolling his eyes, Sam set the spices on the counter, then started adding varying amounts of each into the pot with the sauce.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He insisted, laughing as Kurt stuck his tongue out at him.
“Yeah, it takes a real magician to make a pot of sauce.” Kurt mumbled, stirring the contents of the pot. Sam watched as he mindfully scraped the sides of the pot to get all the oregano and thyme into the sauce, making sure to blend it completely, and decided he’d never seen anything cuter. Reaching into the pot, he scooped a bit of sauce onto his finger and put it on the tip of Kurt’s nose.
“Samuel Evans!” He jumped back, an appalled look on his face. Sam burst out into laughter, shaking his head as Kurt tried to wipe the sauce from his nose.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me, I play dirty.” He raised his eyebrows and continued laughing as Kurt narrowed his eyes. In what seemed like an instant, Kurt had dipped his finger into the spaghetti sauce and left it in a streak on the side of Sam’s face. He stood in surprise for a moment, watching the smaller boy burst into a fit of giggles, before moving towards him. Kurt turned to run, but Sam was faster and grabbed him by the waist, spinning him around as they both dissolved into loud laughter.
“You are so immature!” Kurt shook his head as he continued laughing.
“You’re the one who reacted back, not me!” In the heat of the moment, Sam tightened his arms around Kurt’s waist and nuzzled into his neck, the faint smell of peaches wafting into his lungs as he took a breath. Kurt’s hands found themselves over Sam’s as their laughs faded, an awkward silence creeping up on them as Kurt realized the position they were in.
“We should get the sauce on the stove if we plan to eat on time.” He muttered, squirming a little in Sam’s grasp, and Sam took that as a sign to take his victory as it was and press on later.
“Sorry.” Letting go of the brunette, he turned back and put the pot on the stove, turning on the heat. He also turned down the boiling water and put the noodles in before turning back, more than a little frustrated that Kurt was still apprehensive around him. When he looked back, Kurt was in his previous spot leaning against the countertop, though the look on his face was less amused and more nervous this time.
“You’re thinking about all this too much.”
Kurt’s head jumped up from looking at the designs in the countertop, and he vaguely resembled a deer in headlights. “What?”
“You’re used to people not liking you for you, but that’s not my style. I mean come on. I took a punch in the face for you; obviously I’m not like everyone else.” Sam gave him a smile, and it seemed to take some of the tension out of the air. “I get that you probably don’t know how to act around guys since most of the ones at school are tools, but… treat me like Mercedes or something. Minus that fashion stuff, because I can pretend, but I will not understand any of it.”
“There is no way you’re real.” He insisted. Sam was pretty sure he had a general facial expression of What the fuck? because Kurt laughed and explained. “You’re like, perfect. I mean yeah, you could be more fashion savvy and less nerdy, but we all have our faults. Yours just happen to be way irrelevant in the big picture.”
“Oh I’m far from perfect.” Sam assured. He was pretty ace at putting off a perfect front, but there were so many things wrong with him, he couldn’t even begin to go on. Like how much he hated Finn, for instance, which got him where he was now.
“I really doubt that.” Kurt gave him a look, one that clearly said he was never going to believe a word Sam said, so he let it go. If Kurt wanted to believe he was perfect: awesome. It just made things that much easier for him.
“Whatever you say, man.” He turned and stirred the noodles for a moment, then remembered why they were here in the first place. “Hold on, I’m gonna play the song I want you to sing for Glee, okay?” Not waiting for a response, he ran out into the living room to his mom’s stereo, put in one of his mom’s CD’s, and turned the volume way up. Making his way back to the kitchen, Kurt had his head in his arms on the table and was shaking with laughter.
“This song… is… ridiculous.” He practically panted as he heaved with laughter. The smile on Sam’s face widened considerably because really, it was a ridiculous song.
“But it’s perfect, is it not?”
“You’re seriously too good to be true.” Kurt admitted, and if the sound of his melodic laughter was making Sam’s heart swell, that confession made it burst with happiness.
Chapter Three