Fic: The Road To Hell (for exposedwords)
Title: The Road To Hell
Author: lesserbirds
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Kurt/Sam, Finn, Mercedes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Summary: Answer to exposedwords's prompt here. Kurt is upset. Sam finds out why and is not happy about it.
Author Notes: For exposedwords. Thank you for the lovely prompt! I tried to include everything. Hope you like it!
I'm dead tired so please excuse any glaring mistakes. I'll fix them later.
Finn jumbled his US History book in his left hand, duct tape and Spanish essay on the right. He very carefully lowered the kitty calendar with his teeth. The pile held.
“Yes!” he did a little victory dance in his mind before looking at each of his hands, trying to decide what was going in next.
BAM!
He jumped, dropping everything he was holding and looking at the fist rammed into the locker left of his. He was expecting it to be Karofsky or another member of the football team, or hell, even Puck. He was not expecting to see Sam Evans glaring at him as though he had personally burned every Avatar DVD in existence.
“Uhm” Finn gulped, there was a dent in that thing. “Dude, are you alrigh-“
“No, Finn, I am not alright!” the blond growled before grabbing the glee club’s male lead and dragging him.
“Dude!” the taller one protested. “That’s my stuff on the flo-“
“We need to talk, Finn.” was the gritted answer.
Something had been bugging Sam.
It was glee rehearsal and Mr. Schue was prattling on about some musical with witches or something like that. The Broadway-savvy gleeks seemed excited and everyone else was waiting for the actual assignment to be distributed.
Sam Evans, like usual, had been watching Kurt Hummel instead of paying attention. And something was definitively wrong with Kurt Hummel.
It took Sam a few tries to identify what was bothering him so much. It was Kurt’s smile. A bit wider than his usual one, the corners a bit more turned up. He had seen that smile before when the Karofsky thing had escalated and the countertenor pretended everything was okay. Sam hated that smile.
Something was definitively wrong with Kurt Hummel and Sam Evans wanted to find out exactly what it was.
Sam opened the door and shoved Finn inside before slamming it shut.
“Dude, what-“ The blond pulled out a chair and made him sit on it.
He paced back and forth for a couple of minutes. Finn just watched him, entirely lost.
“Dude, if this is about the Quinn thing-“
“No, Finn.” He rather the other gleek continued pacing, at least then he wasn’t focusing that glare on him. “This is not about Quinn. We’re over; you can do whatever you want. This is about Kurt.”
“Kurt? What about Kurt?” Sam’s glare intensified and he gesticulated wildly with his hands as if he couldn’t decide whether to punch or strangle him. Either way Finn didn’t like his options.
“What about Kurt?! Dude, how could you?!”
“Kurt, can we talk?”
The fashionable teen looked at him with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. He gave Mercedes some sign in their super-secret-ninja-sign-language that must have been a dismissal because the girl went another way and left them walking down the hallway together.
“Yes, Sam?”
“I, uh.” The jock shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans. “I noticed you’ve been feeling a bit down lately. Something wrong?”
“Oh.” Kurt stopped, looking surprised. To be fair Sam wouldn’t have suspected it if he hadn’t been looking at him every five minutes for the last couple of months.
“Someone giving you trouble? Is it anyone one the football team? ‘Cause I kicked Karofsky’s ass, I can-“
“No, it’s nothing like that, it’s just…” the other boy bit his lip.
“… yeah?”
“It’s nothing.” That smile again. “Just Finn.”
“Finn?” He thought Kurt and Finn were okay now with the step-brother thing. “What did Finn do?”
“… nothing, Sam. He’s a good guy.” One more fake smile and then he was gone.
“Do what? I didn’t do anything to Kurt! He’s, like, my step-brother!”
“Exactly!” Sam shouted “I thought after the wedding you got over your problem with gay dudes but-“
“I don’t have a problem with gay dudes!” Finn was shouting now too, rising up from the chair and flailing his arms around. “Look, I know I was wrong about the duet thing. But I had to talk to Kurt about it! If I hadn’t-“
“What are you talking about, Finn?” the blond interrupted. “You talked to Kurt about our duet?”
“Uhm, I didn’t, I mean, I did but, but!” Someone should tell Finn that if he’s trying to look innocent, stammering and pulling a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look wasn’t gonna cut it.
“And what, exactly,” Sam’s voice was low now “did you tell him?”
“Look, dude. Matt left. We needed someone else to be able to compete. Sunshine had that thing with Rachel. Kurt wanted to sing with you but if you two had done it you’d have taken so much crap from the football team you’d have quit. I only wanted him to think about the rest of us.”
The smaller boy paled and his eyes unfocused. He was barely able to pull a chair out before collapsing into it.
“You… you knew Kurt wanted to sing with me. You knew I didn’t mind. But you went to talk to Kurt to…”
Neither said anything for over two minutes.
“Mercedes!”
“Hey, white boy.” She greeted with her pearly white smile. “Anything I can do for you? Finally decided to take me up on that shopping offer?”
“Ah, no, thanks.” He answered with a grin. “I like my nerd fashion.”
She clicked her tongue at him. “Pity. So what can mama do for you?”
“It’s Kurt.”
Her posture shifted immediately to the defensive. “What about my boy?”
“It’s just… he seems strange. Sad. I talked to him and he mentioned something about Finn. I thought they were cool now?” His tone was probably as confused as he felt.
She stopped and looked at him through narrowed eyes as if that could somehow show his innermost thoughts. Her index finger crooked in his direction a few times and he leaned over.
“Look, Finn isn’t a bad guy. But sometimes he…” She signed. “Finn and Kurt have a complicated relationship. I can’t tell you what happened last year but it ended a mess. I don’t know how those two are even on talking terms. Finn still isn’t completely comfortable with who Kurt is but now he feels protective of him. They had a fight.”
“About what?”
“… Mr. Hummel got a hate call the other day. It wasn’t the first one but stuff like that doesn’t get easier to hear with time. Finn found out it was because someone saw you two at the mall.”
“I ruined his shirt at glee practice. Least I could do was buy him another one.”
“I know that, Sam. Finn doesn’t. So they fought. Finn said… Finn said…”
“What did he say, Mercedes?”
“That things like that would be easier to avoid if Kurt toned it down a little.”
Sam blinked at her a couple of times. He was missing something.
“Tone what down?”
“Himself. Finn can protect him at school now but not outside. He thinks that if Kurt isn’t so flamboyant, so-“
“Gay?” His tone came out far more hostile than he intended.
“Yeah.” The black diva replied. “Gay. If he isn’t then people won’t notice and Finn won’t feel guilty about not being able to protect him.”
The Quarterback clenched his fists and suddenly turned around, stomping down the hallway.
“Sam! Sam! Where are you-“
“That… wasn’t what you meant?” Finn tried faintly. The next moment he was shoved against the desk with the blond’s fists on his shirt and closed his eyes on instinct. “Dude, what the hell?! I was thinking about-“
“You weren’t thinking Finn! How can you even say that to Kurt?!”
“Say what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
There was silence for a few moments. Finn slightly opened one eye and saw Sam staring at him as if stunned.
“You don’t… you don’t even realize it, do you?”
“Realize what?”
“Your fight with Kurt. What you said to him. Tone down his gayness. That’s like saying you like him, you just don’t like the part of him that’s gay.”
Finn actually looked appalled. “That’s not what I-“
“It’s what you said, Finn.”
“It’s not what I meant!”
“It’s what you said, Finn.” The Quarterback repeated; his glaring back full force.
“Dude, I like Kurt! Kurt’s my stepbrother.”
“Yeah, well.” His fists finally released the other’s shirt. “You got a funny way of showing it.”
Sam glared one last time before storming off and leaving one of New Direction’s leaders staring after him.
“Sam, can I talk to you for a second? Finn, wait for me outside, please.”
The male diva sat down on one of the choir room’s chairs, fixed his scarf and waved for Sam to sit down. He did.
“You talked with Mercedes yesterday. And Finn. Why?”
Sam tried to read the other boy’s face but it was carefully blank. He sighed; at least Kurt didn’t seem outright angry.
“You were upset.”
The male diva tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.
“You were upset in the last few glee meetings. It took me a while to notice but I kept looking at you and eventually - uh. I meant that in a completely not-creepy way. Seriously. I’m not a creeper. Or a stalker.” Kurt cleared his throat but one corner of his mouth went up. “Right. So I asked you but you didn’t answer. Or you did but not completely. And I know you like your privacy Kurt, but I just… so I went to Mercedes and she told me about the fight. And I just got so mad!”
He stopped, not sure where to go from there. Somehow saying that he kidnapped his step-brother to an abandoned classroom didn’t seem like a good idea.
“So you decided to manhandle Finn?” The brunet’s face was still unreadable.
Sam stubbornly met his eyes. “I’m not sorry.”
The smaller boy nodded slowly before smiling and rising up.
“Thank you, Sam.”
The blond couldn’t help the huge grin spreading across his face.
“And now you’ll make up with Finn.”
“Wait, what? But Kurt-“
“He apologized, Sam. He’s still my brother.” The reply was soft and the countertenor didn’t turn around. He proceeded lightly after a few second’s pause. “Plus, I don’t want my brother and my future boyfriend fighting.”
“I still don’t-“
Wait. What?
“Wait. What?”
“Kurt, hey man, can we talk?”
The youngest Hummel sighed and turned his back on the possible outfit laid out on his bed. Finn was standing at the base of the stairs leading to the basement, staring at his feet and shifting slightly every few seconds.
“Yes, Finn, what it is?”
“I’m sorry.”
The smaller boy crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
“I shouldn’t have said that. I know how I sounded like now. You have to know I didn’t say it because I don’t like you being gay. I said it because… because you’re my brother now, Kurt. And I feel, you know, like I have to protect you. But I can’t protect you all the time and… and it leaves me frustrated. And then I say some stupid things.”
Kurt stared for a few more seconds before sighing and smiling slightly. It’s not like he didn’t know Finn had a tendency to work his feet into his mouth in such a way that a request for a glass of water usually turned into a declaration of war. But it still had hurt.
“Apology accepted.”
The other boy gave him a huge, goofy friend and swallowed him in a hug.
“Rachel helped you with this?” he asked while patting the aptly named Frankenteen in the back.
“No, it was Sam. He kind of jumped me.”
“Wait, wait.” He pulled his hands on the taller boy’s shoulders and forced them apart. “Sam? Glee-club Sam?”
“Yeah!” Finn replied, still grinning.
“Wha-how?”
The ex-quarterback entered nervously after his step-brother and quickly offered Sam his hand. The current-quarterback’s glare shifted from the newcomer’s face to the aforementioned member.
“Sam” Kurt sighed “just shake his hand.”
“But-“
“Just shake it, Sam. We don’t have all day.”
Sam grumbled and didn’t stop glaring but shook the other’s hand anyway.
“Good. Now, Finn, scram.” He was only too happy to comply.
“Now…” The slimmer teen grabbed his bag and turned to look at the blond with a coy look. “There’s a new Sci-Fi movie premiering today. You like those right? I need to go home and change. You’re picking me up at seven. We can get something to eat before.”
“I am?” Sam asked.
“If… you want to.” Kurt bit his lip again and uncertainty flashed across his face.
He didn’t even give him time to finish that thought, just nodded his head so fast he was sure he might pass for one of those bobbled, big headed dolls.
“Well then.” The brunet continued, the coy look returned and Sam decided he much preferred this to the insecure one. “I need to go change.”
And with a light kiss to the footballer’s lips he left, skipping to the door and leaving him staring.
… … …
Kurt was going to be the one in charge in this relationship, wasn’t he?
Author: lesserbirds
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Kurt/Sam, Finn, Mercedes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Summary: Answer to exposedwords's prompt here. Kurt is upset. Sam finds out why and is not happy about it.
Author Notes: For exposedwords. Thank you for the lovely prompt! I tried to include everything. Hope you like it!
I'm dead tired so please excuse any glaring mistakes. I'll fix them later.
Finn jumbled his US History book in his left hand, duct tape and Spanish essay on the right. He very carefully lowered the kitty calendar with his teeth. The pile held.
“Yes!” he did a little victory dance in his mind before looking at each of his hands, trying to decide what was going in next.
BAM!
He jumped, dropping everything he was holding and looking at the fist rammed into the locker left of his. He was expecting it to be Karofsky or another member of the football team, or hell, even Puck. He was not expecting to see Sam Evans glaring at him as though he had personally burned every Avatar DVD in existence.
“Uhm” Finn gulped, there was a dent in that thing. “Dude, are you alrigh-“
“No, Finn, I am not alright!” the blond growled before grabbing the glee club’s male lead and dragging him.
“Dude!” the taller one protested. “That’s my stuff on the flo-“
“We need to talk, Finn.” was the gritted answer.
Something had been bugging Sam.
It was glee rehearsal and Mr. Schue was prattling on about some musical with witches or something like that. The Broadway-savvy gleeks seemed excited and everyone else was waiting for the actual assignment to be distributed.
Sam Evans, like usual, had been watching Kurt Hummel instead of paying attention. And something was definitively wrong with Kurt Hummel.
It took Sam a few tries to identify what was bothering him so much. It was Kurt’s smile. A bit wider than his usual one, the corners a bit more turned up. He had seen that smile before when the Karofsky thing had escalated and the countertenor pretended everything was okay. Sam hated that smile.
Something was definitively wrong with Kurt Hummel and Sam Evans wanted to find out exactly what it was.
Sam opened the door and shoved Finn inside before slamming it shut.
“Dude, what-“ The blond pulled out a chair and made him sit on it.
He paced back and forth for a couple of minutes. Finn just watched him, entirely lost.
“Dude, if this is about the Quinn thing-“
“No, Finn.” He rather the other gleek continued pacing, at least then he wasn’t focusing that glare on him. “This is not about Quinn. We’re over; you can do whatever you want. This is about Kurt.”
“Kurt? What about Kurt?” Sam’s glare intensified and he gesticulated wildly with his hands as if he couldn’t decide whether to punch or strangle him. Either way Finn didn’t like his options.
“What about Kurt?! Dude, how could you?!”
“Kurt, can we talk?”
The fashionable teen looked at him with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. He gave Mercedes some sign in their super-secret-ninja-sign-language that must have been a dismissal because the girl went another way and left them walking down the hallway together.
“Yes, Sam?”
“I, uh.” The jock shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans. “I noticed you’ve been feeling a bit down lately. Something wrong?”
“Oh.” Kurt stopped, looking surprised. To be fair Sam wouldn’t have suspected it if he hadn’t been looking at him every five minutes for the last couple of months.
“Someone giving you trouble? Is it anyone one the football team? ‘Cause I kicked Karofsky’s ass, I can-“
“No, it’s nothing like that, it’s just…” the other boy bit his lip.
“… yeah?”
“It’s nothing.” That smile again. “Just Finn.”
“Finn?” He thought Kurt and Finn were okay now with the step-brother thing. “What did Finn do?”
“… nothing, Sam. He’s a good guy.” One more fake smile and then he was gone.
“Do what? I didn’t do anything to Kurt! He’s, like, my step-brother!”
“Exactly!” Sam shouted “I thought after the wedding you got over your problem with gay dudes but-“
“I don’t have a problem with gay dudes!” Finn was shouting now too, rising up from the chair and flailing his arms around. “Look, I know I was wrong about the duet thing. But I had to talk to Kurt about it! If I hadn’t-“
“What are you talking about, Finn?” the blond interrupted. “You talked to Kurt about our duet?”
“Uhm, I didn’t, I mean, I did but, but!” Someone should tell Finn that if he’s trying to look innocent, stammering and pulling a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look wasn’t gonna cut it.
“And what, exactly,” Sam’s voice was low now “did you tell him?”
“Look, dude. Matt left. We needed someone else to be able to compete. Sunshine had that thing with Rachel. Kurt wanted to sing with you but if you two had done it you’d have taken so much crap from the football team you’d have quit. I only wanted him to think about the rest of us.”
The smaller boy paled and his eyes unfocused. He was barely able to pull a chair out before collapsing into it.
“You… you knew Kurt wanted to sing with me. You knew I didn’t mind. But you went to talk to Kurt to…”
Neither said anything for over two minutes.
“Mercedes!”
“Hey, white boy.” She greeted with her pearly white smile. “Anything I can do for you? Finally decided to take me up on that shopping offer?”
“Ah, no, thanks.” He answered with a grin. “I like my nerd fashion.”
She clicked her tongue at him. “Pity. So what can mama do for you?”
“It’s Kurt.”
Her posture shifted immediately to the defensive. “What about my boy?”
“It’s just… he seems strange. Sad. I talked to him and he mentioned something about Finn. I thought they were cool now?” His tone was probably as confused as he felt.
She stopped and looked at him through narrowed eyes as if that could somehow show his innermost thoughts. Her index finger crooked in his direction a few times and he leaned over.
“Look, Finn isn’t a bad guy. But sometimes he…” She signed. “Finn and Kurt have a complicated relationship. I can’t tell you what happened last year but it ended a mess. I don’t know how those two are even on talking terms. Finn still isn’t completely comfortable with who Kurt is but now he feels protective of him. They had a fight.”
“About what?”
“… Mr. Hummel got a hate call the other day. It wasn’t the first one but stuff like that doesn’t get easier to hear with time. Finn found out it was because someone saw you two at the mall.”
“I ruined his shirt at glee practice. Least I could do was buy him another one.”
“I know that, Sam. Finn doesn’t. So they fought. Finn said… Finn said…”
“What did he say, Mercedes?”
“That things like that would be easier to avoid if Kurt toned it down a little.”
Sam blinked at her a couple of times. He was missing something.
“Tone what down?”
“Himself. Finn can protect him at school now but not outside. He thinks that if Kurt isn’t so flamboyant, so-“
“Gay?” His tone came out far more hostile than he intended.
“Yeah.” The black diva replied. “Gay. If he isn’t then people won’t notice and Finn won’t feel guilty about not being able to protect him.”
The Quarterback clenched his fists and suddenly turned around, stomping down the hallway.
“Sam! Sam! Where are you-“
“That… wasn’t what you meant?” Finn tried faintly. The next moment he was shoved against the desk with the blond’s fists on his shirt and closed his eyes on instinct. “Dude, what the hell?! I was thinking about-“
“You weren’t thinking Finn! How can you even say that to Kurt?!”
“Say what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
There was silence for a few moments. Finn slightly opened one eye and saw Sam staring at him as if stunned.
“You don’t… you don’t even realize it, do you?”
“Realize what?”
“Your fight with Kurt. What you said to him. Tone down his gayness. That’s like saying you like him, you just don’t like the part of him that’s gay.”
Finn actually looked appalled. “That’s not what I-“
“It’s what you said, Finn.”
“It’s not what I meant!”
“It’s what you said, Finn.” The Quarterback repeated; his glaring back full force.
“Dude, I like Kurt! Kurt’s my stepbrother.”
“Yeah, well.” His fists finally released the other’s shirt. “You got a funny way of showing it.”
Sam glared one last time before storming off and leaving one of New Direction’s leaders staring after him.
“Sam, can I talk to you for a second? Finn, wait for me outside, please.”
The male diva sat down on one of the choir room’s chairs, fixed his scarf and waved for Sam to sit down. He did.
“You talked with Mercedes yesterday. And Finn. Why?”
Sam tried to read the other boy’s face but it was carefully blank. He sighed; at least Kurt didn’t seem outright angry.
“You were upset.”
The male diva tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.
“You were upset in the last few glee meetings. It took me a while to notice but I kept looking at you and eventually - uh. I meant that in a completely not-creepy way. Seriously. I’m not a creeper. Or a stalker.” Kurt cleared his throat but one corner of his mouth went up. “Right. So I asked you but you didn’t answer. Or you did but not completely. And I know you like your privacy Kurt, but I just… so I went to Mercedes and she told me about the fight. And I just got so mad!”
He stopped, not sure where to go from there. Somehow saying that he kidnapped his step-brother to an abandoned classroom didn’t seem like a good idea.
“So you decided to manhandle Finn?” The brunet’s face was still unreadable.
Sam stubbornly met his eyes. “I’m not sorry.”
The smaller boy nodded slowly before smiling and rising up.
“Thank you, Sam.”
The blond couldn’t help the huge grin spreading across his face.
“And now you’ll make up with Finn.”
“Wait, what? But Kurt-“
“He apologized, Sam. He’s still my brother.” The reply was soft and the countertenor didn’t turn around. He proceeded lightly after a few second’s pause. “Plus, I don’t want my brother and my future boyfriend fighting.”
“I still don’t-“
Wait. What?
“Wait. What?”
“Kurt, hey man, can we talk?”
The youngest Hummel sighed and turned his back on the possible outfit laid out on his bed. Finn was standing at the base of the stairs leading to the basement, staring at his feet and shifting slightly every few seconds.
“Yes, Finn, what it is?”
“I’m sorry.”
The smaller boy crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
“I shouldn’t have said that. I know how I sounded like now. You have to know I didn’t say it because I don’t like you being gay. I said it because… because you’re my brother now, Kurt. And I feel, you know, like I have to protect you. But I can’t protect you all the time and… and it leaves me frustrated. And then I say some stupid things.”
Kurt stared for a few more seconds before sighing and smiling slightly. It’s not like he didn’t know Finn had a tendency to work his feet into his mouth in such a way that a request for a glass of water usually turned into a declaration of war. But it still had hurt.
“Apology accepted.”
The other boy gave him a huge, goofy friend and swallowed him in a hug.
“Rachel helped you with this?” he asked while patting the aptly named Frankenteen in the back.
“No, it was Sam. He kind of jumped me.”
“Wait, wait.” He pulled his hands on the taller boy’s shoulders and forced them apart. “Sam? Glee-club Sam?”
“Yeah!” Finn replied, still grinning.
“Wha-how?”
The ex-quarterback entered nervously after his step-brother and quickly offered Sam his hand. The current-quarterback’s glare shifted from the newcomer’s face to the aforementioned member.
“Sam” Kurt sighed “just shake his hand.”
“But-“
“Just shake it, Sam. We don’t have all day.”
Sam grumbled and didn’t stop glaring but shook the other’s hand anyway.
“Good. Now, Finn, scram.” He was only too happy to comply.
“Now…” The slimmer teen grabbed his bag and turned to look at the blond with a coy look. “There’s a new Sci-Fi movie premiering today. You like those right? I need to go home and change. You’re picking me up at seven. We can get something to eat before.”
“I am?” Sam asked.
“If… you want to.” Kurt bit his lip again and uncertainty flashed across his face.
He didn’t even give him time to finish that thought, just nodded his head so fast he was sure he might pass for one of those bobbled, big headed dolls.
“Well then.” The brunet continued, the coy look returned and Sam decided he much preferred this to the insecure one. “I need to go change.”
And with a light kiss to the footballer’s lips he left, skipping to the door and leaving him staring.
… … …
Kurt was going to be the one in charge in this relationship, wasn’t he?