Out
Title: Out
Rating: R (for Santana's potty mouth)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Santana, Sam/Kurt
Genre: Angst
Warning: Excessive swearing, that's about it.
Spoilers: Up to Silly Love Songs
Disclaimer: If I owned this, I'm sure everyone would be beyond thrilled, for real. But instead RyMurphs is probably going to keep trolling us about Kum sooo... I don't own it.
A/N: I kept seeing this picture and wanting to write something about it, because they're both so obviously not into it... and gay. So I did.
Word Count: ~1,300
Sam was beyond thankful when he got distracted by a couple cheerios, because if he’d reached into his locker a few seconds before, his hand probably would not be attached to his arm anymore.
“Can I help you?” He realized he probably should have worded it differently, but since the scowl on her face was almost permanent, he wasn’t as bothered by it as he should have been. The bitch face she had on today, however, was a little more than exceptional.
“We need to talk.”
“I didn’t realize we were a thing.” He joked, putting his combination into his lock again. She slapped his hand away from it and narrowed her eyes further.
“We aren’t. But we’re going to be,” Santana answered. His eyes widened, a bewildered expression crossing his face quickly.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Biebercut. Britt won’t stop hanging around Wheels and I’m sick of it. We need to do something to distract her,” she explained. Sam didn't understand why she had to be so aloof and... not straightforward, and he asked her just that.
"Why can't you just tell her you're in love with her?" He couldn't lie, he definitely winced at the look she gave him for that.
"I'm not in love with her. She just needs to stop seeing Artie. He's... bad for her."
It took everything in him not to shake her... or put her in a half nelson and noogie her until she admitted she had it bad for Brittany. This plan was as ridiculous as her hot pink skirt and camo green top combo, and that was really saying something.
"Santana, I don't-"
"If you don't, I'll tell everyone you're gay." She threatened. At first, he was shocked. There was absolutely no way that she could have known that, right? Then when he thought about it more, he realized that was probably her go-to threat.
"Everyone knows that's a lie." He assured her.
"Except that it's totally true. I know that you have it bad for Hummel, you're just too stupid to do anything about it." She snapped. "Just face it: you're in the closet and you want in those tight pants of his, but you're put off by Blaine and Lima's homophobia. Just help me out, and I'll help you."
Now he was definitely torn. On one hand, this was totally immoral and he wasn't even into her at all. But on the other hand, it would get back at Quinn for cheating on him and maybe Santana really could help him get Kurt. He was all about morals, but for some reason he couldn't help his answer.
"Sure"
[&]
The next day in Glee, Sam grudgingly sat next to Santana instead of his usual place by Finn or Rachel. The day had already been long enough as it was having to walk her to class, giving her pecks on the cheek and seeing Brittany glance at her with cow eyes when she thought no one was looking. It was kind of disgusting him at this point, but he'd already agreed to all this and he was a man of his word.
"Hey you." She greeted as he took his seat. Then she leaned over and hissed in a much softer tone "At least try to look agreeable, will you?"
"I would if I agreed with all this." He muttered back.
"Listen here. You said yesterday that you would do this for me, and you know what'll happen if you don't. So stop grumbling and hold my hand." She ran her hand over his thigh and he grasped it in his own, her hand small and all too similar to Quinn's. Her other hand came up and gripped his forearm as she angled her body towards him, and God, everything just felt so wrong about this.
Schue walked in at that moment, so he couldn't argue back, but he didn't like any of this at all. Santana was too similar to Quinn, so soft and small and all of that still hurt.
And if he was going to be honest, she wasn't Kurt.
[&]
He should have known not to trust Santana. A week later, Brittany was still with Artie, and Santana had no idea about the longing glances she was on the receiving end of... and of course he was punished for it.
"Why hasn't she said anything? Honestly, how can she still be with that cripple?" She complained as he dug through his locker for his Astronomy book. He probably would have rolled his eyes if he didn't know she'd kill him for it.
"Maybe she's not the jealous type?" He suggested.
"Of course she is. Why do you think she's with him in the first place?!"
"Well gee, it totally couldn't be your attitude at all."
His sarcasm was always a little intense, and now she looked absolutely livid. "Excuse you?"
"No offense, but you're kind of rude to like, everyone, and she probably expects you to fuck around on her again." After a minute or two of complete silence, he started to get worried that maybe he'd hurt her feelings like Rachel had days before. Closing his locker door, though, he realized this was not the case. Santana had the single most devious look on her face, and he almost instantly realized what she was thinking. "Santana, no-"
"How could you do this to me?!" She shrieked suddenly. Eeveryone stopped and turned to look in their direction instantaneously.
"San, please."
"No, fuck you asshole." She hissed before bursting into a fit of fake tears. "How can you be gay? Did you even like me?!"
As she ran away crying, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. People staring, whispering, and oh look, Kurt was down the hall giving him the most pitying face. It was almost as if the universe wanted him to just hate his life. His whole body felt weak, and his book tumbled from his grasp as he turned and ran.
[&]
By the time he'd settled himself in the back corner of the locker room, he was in full out tears, sobs wracking his body as the waterworks poured down his cheeks. It was beyond unfair that this had to happen to him twice, two schools in a row, two heartbreaks one after another because he couldn't just be normal and blend in. He was doing so good this time around, too, but then Santana had to open her goddamn bitch mouth and ruin everything.
"Sam?" A soft voice called from the door of the locker room, and he tried to press himself further into the corner. Kurt was the last person he wanted to see right now, especially in this condition. Unfortunately, the brunette was determind to find him, and thought he tried as hard as he could, Sam couldn't hide the tear tracks running over his face. "Oh, Sam." Kurt sighed as he spotted him, practically running over and throwing down the book he was carrying, coincidentally Sam's Astronomy book, in favor of wrapping his arms around Sam's broad shoulders. Like a switch the floodgates opened up even more, and Sam was shaking harder than ever as his head fell onto Kurt's shoulder.
The amount of time they sat there was a mystery, whether it had been ten minutes or an hour, but things were somehow different after Sam managed to halt his crying and control his sobs. "Th-thanks, man. S-sorry you had to s-see me like th-this." He mumbled, more than a little embarrassed for crying but unable to give two fucks at that point in time.
"You don't have to be sorry. I just..." Kurt paused for a moment, trying to string together the right words. "It's true, then?"
"Yeah. It's true." Sam sighed.
"I understand why you're upset, but you don't have to be ashamed, or afraid." Kurt placed a gentle, cautious kiss on Sam's forehead, his body stiffening instantly when he realized what he'd done until Sam's fingers slowly stroked his forearm to calm him. "It's not the end of the world. It's... it's a new beginning."
Rating: R (for Santana's potty mouth)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Santana, Sam/Kurt
Genre: Angst
Warning: Excessive swearing, that's about it.
Spoilers: Up to Silly Love Songs
Disclaimer: If I owned this, I'm sure everyone would be beyond thrilled, for real. But instead RyMurphs is probably going to keep trolling us about Kum sooo... I don't own it.
A/N: I kept seeing this picture and wanting to write something about it, because they're both so obviously not into it... and gay. So I did.
Word Count: ~1,300
Sam was beyond thankful when he got distracted by a couple cheerios, because if he’d reached into his locker a few seconds before, his hand probably would not be attached to his arm anymore.
“Can I help you?” He realized he probably should have worded it differently, but since the scowl on her face was almost permanent, he wasn’t as bothered by it as he should have been. The bitch face she had on today, however, was a little more than exceptional.
“We need to talk.”
“I didn’t realize we were a thing.” He joked, putting his combination into his lock again. She slapped his hand away from it and narrowed her eyes further.
“We aren’t. But we’re going to be,” Santana answered. His eyes widened, a bewildered expression crossing his face quickly.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Biebercut. Britt won’t stop hanging around Wheels and I’m sick of it. We need to do something to distract her,” she explained. Sam didn't understand why she had to be so aloof and... not straightforward, and he asked her just that.
"Why can't you just tell her you're in love with her?" He couldn't lie, he definitely winced at the look she gave him for that.
"I'm not in love with her. She just needs to stop seeing Artie. He's... bad for her."
It took everything in him not to shake her... or put her in a half nelson and noogie her until she admitted she had it bad for Brittany. This plan was as ridiculous as her hot pink skirt and camo green top combo, and that was really saying something.
"Santana, I don't-"
"If you don't, I'll tell everyone you're gay." She threatened. At first, he was shocked. There was absolutely no way that she could have known that, right? Then when he thought about it more, he realized that was probably her go-to threat.
"Everyone knows that's a lie." He assured her.
"Except that it's totally true. I know that you have it bad for Hummel, you're just too stupid to do anything about it." She snapped. "Just face it: you're in the closet and you want in those tight pants of his, but you're put off by Blaine and Lima's homophobia. Just help me out, and I'll help you."
Now he was definitely torn. On one hand, this was totally immoral and he wasn't even into her at all. But on the other hand, it would get back at Quinn for cheating on him and maybe Santana really could help him get Kurt. He was all about morals, but for some reason he couldn't help his answer.
"Sure"
[&]
The next day in Glee, Sam grudgingly sat next to Santana instead of his usual place by Finn or Rachel. The day had already been long enough as it was having to walk her to class, giving her pecks on the cheek and seeing Brittany glance at her with cow eyes when she thought no one was looking. It was kind of disgusting him at this point, but he'd already agreed to all this and he was a man of his word.
"Hey you." She greeted as he took his seat. Then she leaned over and hissed in a much softer tone "At least try to look agreeable, will you?"
"I would if I agreed with all this." He muttered back.
"Listen here. You said yesterday that you would do this for me, and you know what'll happen if you don't. So stop grumbling and hold my hand." She ran her hand over his thigh and he grasped it in his own, her hand small and all too similar to Quinn's. Her other hand came up and gripped his forearm as she angled her body towards him, and God, everything just felt so wrong about this.
Schue walked in at that moment, so he couldn't argue back, but he didn't like any of this at all. Santana was too similar to Quinn, so soft and small and all of that still hurt.
And if he was going to be honest, she wasn't Kurt.
[&]
He should have known not to trust Santana. A week later, Brittany was still with Artie, and Santana had no idea about the longing glances she was on the receiving end of... and of course he was punished for it.
"Why hasn't she said anything? Honestly, how can she still be with that cripple?" She complained as he dug through his locker for his Astronomy book. He probably would have rolled his eyes if he didn't know she'd kill him for it.
"Maybe she's not the jealous type?" He suggested.
"Of course she is. Why do you think she's with him in the first place?!"
"Well gee, it totally couldn't be your attitude at all."
His sarcasm was always a little intense, and now she looked absolutely livid. "Excuse you?"
"No offense, but you're kind of rude to like, everyone, and she probably expects you to fuck around on her again." After a minute or two of complete silence, he started to get worried that maybe he'd hurt her feelings like Rachel had days before. Closing his locker door, though, he realized this was not the case. Santana had the single most devious look on her face, and he almost instantly realized what she was thinking. "Santana, no-"
"How could you do this to me?!" She shrieked suddenly. Eeveryone stopped and turned to look in their direction instantaneously.
"San, please."
"No, fuck you asshole." She hissed before bursting into a fit of fake tears. "How can you be gay? Did you even like me?!"
As she ran away crying, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. People staring, whispering, and oh look, Kurt was down the hall giving him the most pitying face. It was almost as if the universe wanted him to just hate his life. His whole body felt weak, and his book tumbled from his grasp as he turned and ran.
[&]
By the time he'd settled himself in the back corner of the locker room, he was in full out tears, sobs wracking his body as the waterworks poured down his cheeks. It was beyond unfair that this had to happen to him twice, two schools in a row, two heartbreaks one after another because he couldn't just be normal and blend in. He was doing so good this time around, too, but then Santana had to open her goddamn bitch mouth and ruin everything.
"Sam?" A soft voice called from the door of the locker room, and he tried to press himself further into the corner. Kurt was the last person he wanted to see right now, especially in this condition. Unfortunately, the brunette was determind to find him, and thought he tried as hard as he could, Sam couldn't hide the tear tracks running over his face. "Oh, Sam." Kurt sighed as he spotted him, practically running over and throwing down the book he was carrying, coincidentally Sam's Astronomy book, in favor of wrapping his arms around Sam's broad shoulders. Like a switch the floodgates opened up even more, and Sam was shaking harder than ever as his head fell onto Kurt's shoulder.
The amount of time they sat there was a mystery, whether it had been ten minutes or an hour, but things were somehow different after Sam managed to halt his crying and control his sobs. "Th-thanks, man. S-sorry you had to s-see me like th-this." He mumbled, more than a little embarrassed for crying but unable to give two fucks at that point in time.
"You don't have to be sorry. I just..." Kurt paused for a moment, trying to string together the right words. "It's true, then?"
"Yeah. It's true." Sam sighed.
"I understand why you're upset, but you don't have to be ashamed, or afraid." Kurt placed a gentle, cautious kiss on Sam's forehead, his body stiffening instantly when he realized what he'd done until Sam's fingers slowly stroked his forearm to calm him. "It's not the end of the world. It's... it's a new beginning."