Fic: The Epic True Impending Love Story of Fishlips and Ladyface (Part Twenty-One)
Title: The Epic True Impending Love Story of Fishlips and Ladyface
Author: skurthevans
Rating: PG-13 (just to be on the safe side)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Pre-Slash Kurt/Sam, Glee Club w/ standard pairings
Author Notes: Keep the faith, Kummers! Spitters are quitters! And also, it's Duets day!
Warning: Pre-slash, Sue Sylvester, snark, some language
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, we would not have this hiatus. We would have Kum though.
Summary: After moving to Lima, Ohio, Sam Evans was prepared to hate his new life: cliched school, a promise to a new friend to join two conflicting extracurricular activities, and a fierce Pre-Calculus class. The one good he could find was a countertenor by the name of Kurt Hummel who slowly turned all of the negatives of William McKinley High School to positives and made Sam fall for him along the way.
Master Post
A/N: It's posting day! I love posting days. I know, I know. We're moving at a snail's pace. Do you really think Sam Evans would do it any other way? You will have Kum eventually, I promise. In other news, join Kumbledore's Army on Tumblr. It's epic and stuff. You know you want to.
In Which Finn is No Jonathan Groff, but Jesse St. James is
“And now our bodies are the guilty ones…”
Sam grinned as Rachel and Finn finished their duet. If he didn’t think that he and Kurt were going to win this duet competition before, he did now. Artie and Mercedes had done a passionate rendition of Love the Way You Lie, but Ms. Pillsbury, their guest judge, didn’t seem to be a fan of the lyrics. Mike and Tina’s song, while cute, really didn’t showcase either of their voices. Sam did have to admit that Mike’s dancing was pretty cool though. He had been surprised at Puck and Quinn singing a love song from a musical that he had vaguely heard of (“Rent,” Kurt had whispered reverently), talking about how they should tell each other something. Santana seemed reluctant in her otherwise fine duet with Brittany of an old rock song Sam distantly remembered was called Come to My Window.
And then there was Finn and Rachel. Rachel sounded beautiful, perfect to sing this song but Finn… It didn’t seem like the type of song that Finn could really sing usually. Some of the notes were not in his range and Rachel seemed annoyed as he tried to hit them. He glanced over at Kurt and they exchanged a smirk. Clapping for their competition, Sam grabbed his guitar and readied himself to stand.
“Nice song, Rachel. But you know who would have sung it better?” Kurt asked, devious expression on his otherwise angelic face.
“Shut up.” She muttered. Sam had never heard her say that before. What did Kurt know?
“Jesse St. James.” He remembered the legend of Jesse St. James, kid from Vocal Adrenaline who had transferred to McKinley for Rachel and then egged her in the parking lot.
“We don’t mention that name in this choir room, Kurt.” She replied, eyes burning.
“You know it’s true.”
She growled, fists flexing. As much as Sam was enjoying this, he really needed Kurt for their duet. “Kurt, let’s go.”
He pulled the smaller boy up the front. “What was that for?”
Kurt shrugged. “It was a statement of fact. Finn doesn’t have the vocals of Jonathan Groff. Jesse was pretty close as it was. He would have done it better. And also, I’m psyching out the competition.”
“Kurt!”
“What? All’s fair in love and war, and this, Sam, is the battlefield.”
“Boys, when you’re ready!” Schue called from across the room.
Sam took a deep breath and positioned his guitar. They were going to kill this. He made sure that Kurt was pressing the right strings and began strumming and singing.
“Do you hear me? I’m talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying
He kept strumming, impressed by how well Kurt was remembering the positions. Kurt started his own verse, soft and sensual.
“Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
Kurt let go of the neck of the guitar and moved around him like they had rehearsed to begin the chorus with Sam. Sam hoped he didn’t notice that he was watching him rather intently. He looked up and locked eyes with Quinn. She grinned at him knowingly. Oh no.
“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooh ooh ooh
They don’t know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I’ll wait for you I promise, I will
Sam put down his guitar and turned back to Kurt, smile wide. They had won this, he knew, but better than that, he and Kurt sounded so good together. It was almost like they were meant to sing together.
“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home someday
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh”
They ended standing next to each other, basking in the applause from the rest of the club. Sam smiled hugely. This is how it was meant to be.
“All of you did wonderfully. Ms. Pillsbury is going to have to think long and hard to determine our winner.” Looking at the guidance counselor, Sam knew it wasn’t true. “And she will tell us on Monday. Have a great weekend, guys!”
Sam grabbed his guitar and began packing up when he felt a soft touch on his back. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to come over next week or something?” It was Quinn. “I want to thank you about the Puck thing and we could hang out some.” Her eyes told him that they would also be discussing something else, something that Sam wasn’t sure he could trust anyone in the Glee with yet.
“That sounds cool.” He snapped his case shut and turned, hoping to find Kurt and failing. “Where did Kurt go?”
Quinn tilted her head to the side as if she was studying him. “He left right after Schue dismissed us. Guess he has something to do at home.”
“Yeah. Guess so.” He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
Author: skurthevans
Rating: PG-13 (just to be on the safe side)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Pre-Slash Kurt/Sam, Glee Club w/ standard pairings
Author Notes: Keep the faith, Kummers! Spitters are quitters! And also, it's Duets day!
Warning: Pre-slash, Sue Sylvester, snark, some language
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, we would not have this hiatus. We would have Kum though.
Summary: After moving to Lima, Ohio, Sam Evans was prepared to hate his new life: cliched school, a promise to a new friend to join two conflicting extracurricular activities, and a fierce Pre-Calculus class. The one good he could find was a countertenor by the name of Kurt Hummel who slowly turned all of the negatives of William McKinley High School to positives and made Sam fall for him along the way.
Master Post
A/N: It's posting day! I love posting days. I know, I know. We're moving at a snail's pace. Do you really think Sam Evans would do it any other way? You will have Kum eventually, I promise. In other news, join Kumbledore's Army on Tumblr. It's epic and stuff. You know you want to.
In Which Finn is No Jonathan Groff, but Jesse St. James is
“And now our bodies are the guilty ones…”
Sam grinned as Rachel and Finn finished their duet. If he didn’t think that he and Kurt were going to win this duet competition before, he did now. Artie and Mercedes had done a passionate rendition of Love the Way You Lie, but Ms. Pillsbury, their guest judge, didn’t seem to be a fan of the lyrics. Mike and Tina’s song, while cute, really didn’t showcase either of their voices. Sam did have to admit that Mike’s dancing was pretty cool though. He had been surprised at Puck and Quinn singing a love song from a musical that he had vaguely heard of (“Rent,” Kurt had whispered reverently), talking about how they should tell each other something. Santana seemed reluctant in her otherwise fine duet with Brittany of an old rock song Sam distantly remembered was called Come to My Window.
And then there was Finn and Rachel. Rachel sounded beautiful, perfect to sing this song but Finn… It didn’t seem like the type of song that Finn could really sing usually. Some of the notes were not in his range and Rachel seemed annoyed as he tried to hit them. He glanced over at Kurt and they exchanged a smirk. Clapping for their competition, Sam grabbed his guitar and readied himself to stand.
“Nice song, Rachel. But you know who would have sung it better?” Kurt asked, devious expression on his otherwise angelic face.
“Shut up.” She muttered. Sam had never heard her say that before. What did Kurt know?
“Jesse St. James.” He remembered the legend of Jesse St. James, kid from Vocal Adrenaline who had transferred to McKinley for Rachel and then egged her in the parking lot.
“We don’t mention that name in this choir room, Kurt.” She replied, eyes burning.
“You know it’s true.”
She growled, fists flexing. As much as Sam was enjoying this, he really needed Kurt for their duet. “Kurt, let’s go.”
He pulled the smaller boy up the front. “What was that for?”
Kurt shrugged. “It was a statement of fact. Finn doesn’t have the vocals of Jonathan Groff. Jesse was pretty close as it was. He would have done it better. And also, I’m psyching out the competition.”
“Kurt!”
“What? All’s fair in love and war, and this, Sam, is the battlefield.”
“Boys, when you’re ready!” Schue called from across the room.
Sam took a deep breath and positioned his guitar. They were going to kill this. He made sure that Kurt was pressing the right strings and began strumming and singing.
“Do you hear me? I’m talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying
He kept strumming, impressed by how well Kurt was remembering the positions. Kurt started his own verse, soft and sensual.
“Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
Kurt let go of the neck of the guitar and moved around him like they had rehearsed to begin the chorus with Sam. Sam hoped he didn’t notice that he was watching him rather intently. He looked up and locked eyes with Quinn. She grinned at him knowingly. Oh no.
“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooh ooh ooh
They don’t know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I’ll wait for you I promise, I will
Sam put down his guitar and turned back to Kurt, smile wide. They had won this, he knew, but better than that, he and Kurt sounded so good together. It was almost like they were meant to sing together.
“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home someday
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh”
They ended standing next to each other, basking in the applause from the rest of the club. Sam smiled hugely. This is how it was meant to be.
“All of you did wonderfully. Ms. Pillsbury is going to have to think long and hard to determine our winner.” Looking at the guidance counselor, Sam knew it wasn’t true. “And she will tell us on Monday. Have a great weekend, guys!”
Sam grabbed his guitar and began packing up when he felt a soft touch on his back. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to come over next week or something?” It was Quinn. “I want to thank you about the Puck thing and we could hang out some.” Her eyes told him that they would also be discussing something else, something that Sam wasn’t sure he could trust anyone in the Glee with yet.
“That sounds cool.” He snapped his case shut and turned, hoping to find Kurt and failing. “Where did Kurt go?”
Quinn tilted her head to the side as if she was studying him. “He left right after Schue dismissed us. Guess he has something to do at home.”
“Yeah. Guess so.” He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.