Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High (2/?)
Title: Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.
A/N: I am so glad people like the fic! Thank you for everyone who put it on alerts, and thanks for the reviews. I am like Tinkerbell. I need reviews to live. So keep them Kumming!
Knock. Knock. He was at the door. Kurt raced up the stairs, tripping on the coffee table on the way to the door. Kurt had been home for hours. He had skipped the last two periods of school, and spent 5 hours picking out an outfit. He tried on and exchanged 15 outfits before he found the right one to wear. His hair was damp from the shower he had taken an hour ago; he had just gotten out 20 minutes ago. Kurt's hair was in perfect position, and he moved to open the door. Well, his hair was almost perfect. Noticing a stray hair that fell onto his forehead, Kurt stopped and swiftly pushed it back into place. He grabbed a can of hairspray from the table and quickly sprayed the can in the air in front of him. He stepped through the cloud of hairspray and opened the door.
Sam Evans stood at the front door of the Hummel household, wearing the same outfit he had worn the day Kurt first saw him walk through the door of the choir room. Which was a week ago.
"Did you happen to wash that before you came here?"
Sam started to laugh and nodded. "Of course I did. Didn't want to have to sleep outside tonight."
"Sleep outside? Why would you be sleeping- when did we agree that this was a sleep over?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I thought it would be fine. My mom is out and she wanted me to stay over at a friend's house tonight. I told her I would stay here. Do you mind? I don't want to impose, but-"
"It's no problem, Sam. I would-" Kurt paused, breathing deeply, then pressed his lips together and smiled reassuringly. "I would love for you to stay for the night."
Sam's smile lit up the room. "Thanks, Kurt. You're the best."
Kurt smiled wider, but underneath, he was freaking out. He's sleeping over? How am I supposed to judge whether I'm too forceful or not? He's a guy; isn't like, a rule in straight-boys' books that they can't sleep over at the gay kid's house? Kurt had no time to ponder this mysterious occurrence, because Sam was pulling him towards the basement.
"We're watching it downstairs, right? In your bedroom?"
"Yeah, we are- how did you know my bedroom was in the basement?"
Sam's cheeks turned rosey red as he blushed. "Um, I, um. I asked Finn. And he told me. Where you live. In this house. Cause he's here all the time."
"Okay then. Do you want popcorn?" Kurt shouted behind him as he went into the kitchen to make himself some. When there was no immediate response, he looked back to see a more solemn Sam deep in thought.
"Do you want some popcorn? Sam?"
"N- no thank you. I'm fine." Sam looked down at his shoes.
"Soda?"
"Nah, I'll have a water."
Kurt nodded slowly. Something was up. Kurt grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Sam, then poured a cup of cranberry juice for himself and placed a popcorn bag in the microwave. Sam caught the bottle, tucking it into his chest.
"You have a good arm. You should join the football team."
"Oh please, and wear those pants everyday? Besides, I was on it last year. Did no good. And I'm on the Cheerios now, which I enjoy more."
Sam looked shocked. "You were on the football team last year?"
"Mm-hm." Kurt nodded. "I was the kicker. Only time you guys won last year. Ask Finn. He'll tell you."
"So what's this Sweeney Todd about? Tell me."
Kurt turned and sat down next to Sam.
"As I said in glee, Sweeney Todd is the tragic tale of a barber, Benjamin Barker, who lived with his beautiful wife, Lucy, and their child. Johanna was her name. Pretty little Johanna. Anyway, Lucy had caught the eye of this disgusting Judge, Judge Turpin. He had Benjamin trumped up on a made-up charge so he could get with Lucy. Benjamin was sent to prison in Australia, leaving a heartbroken Lucy and her child."
"That's awful. How could anyone do that to someone?"
"It gets worse."
"Of course it does."
"Turpin invites Lucy to a ball, and she goes. Stupidly, I might add. Poor thing. He gets her drunk and then rapes her in front of everyone. She goes home and drinks arsenic. Turpin takes Johanna in as his ward."
"I'm liking this Turpin guy less and less."
"Yeah, he's a creep. Anyway, years have passed, and Benjamin has returned to London. Except now he goes by the name of Sweeney Todd. He returns to his barber shop to find this old hag, Mrs. Lovett, running a pie shop below it. Her business is horrible and her pies taste like-"
"Shit?"
"Yes. Anyway, Mrs. Lovett is madly in love with Sweeney. Always has been. So she kept his razors, and together they hatch a plan together: slit the throats of Turpin and other sinful people. To get rid of the dead bodies, Mrs. Lovett bakes them into pies. It's a win-win for the both of them."
"This musical sounds awesome."
"It is. So do you want to watch the movie or the OBC recording?"
"The what?"
"The OBC recording. The Original Broadway Cast. It's a term theatre people use to distinguish between the original show and the revivals."
"Oh. Kind of like the OS and the NG. Or the first trilogy and the second one."
"What?"
"Sorry, dork talk. The Original Series and the New Generation. It's a Star Trek thing. You know, with these things?" Sam made the Trekkie greeting sign. "And the first Star Wars trilogy and the second. Although I like to pretend the second one never existed."
"Oh, I get it now. It's okay, I like your dork talk. It's-endearing."
The two unlikely companions smiled at each other for a moment. Then the microwave started beeping. Sam walked over to the microwave, pulled out the popcorn, and tentatively ate a piece.
"I thought you said you didn't want any?"
"I might as well eat it if you made it."
"So which one do you want to watch?"
Sam thought for a moment. "Could we watch the movie first, and then the musical? That way I have a sense of both."
Kurt nodded. "No problem to me. Let's go set up the TV."
Kurt led Sam to the basement door, and the blond-haired jock raced down the steps two at a time. Kurt laughed.
"Someone's excited!" Sam laughed as well, nodding his head. Kurt shook his head and followed him. He reached the end of the stairs and went over to his DVD collection, carefully selecting the Sweeney Todd feature film from its case and placed it in the DVD player. Ten minutes later, as the first notes of No Place Like London chimed on the screen, Kurt was snuggled up next to Sam, munching on popcorn.
I have sailed the world, and seen its wonders, like the Dardanelles or the mountains of Peru, but there's no place like London!... I feel home again...
...
The blood slowly dripped from Sweeney's throat as he sighed for the last time, ceasing to move again. The camera tilts and follows the blood as Toby scurries away in the background...
"So, how did you like it?" Kurt asked, eager to hear Sam's response.
"I loved it! Oh my Eywa, it was amazing. So much better than any other slasher film I've ever seen. But seriously, Turpin totally deserved it. And so did that Anthony. He sucked. He did absolutely nothing. I can't believe that Quinn wants me to play him. He's so boring."
"You'd make a great Anthony!" Kurt insisted.
"What, you think Anthony is the only think I'm talented enough for? You think I can't act?"
"No, of course not. I'm sure you can act just fine, it's just it fits your personality better-"
"What? Do I stalk people?"
Kurt started laughing.
"It's not funny, Kurt! I want to play a meaty role. I want to be challenged. I want to be good."
Kurt looked at Sam for a moment, studying him. "Why?"
"I don't think I've told anyone this, but I used to do theatre at my old school. Not a lot, but I loved it. It was fun. It was kind of why I wanted to join glee club in the first place. But then high school happened,football, and I transferred. Well, now that I have the chance, I would like to try to get back that feeling. The feeling of standing on a stage and feeling exposed and yet liberated at the same time. Something only theatre can do for a person. Besides, I feel no connection to Anthony."
"Well, who do you feel a connection with?" Sam looked straight into Kurt's eyes, and responded,
"Sweeney."
Kurt smiled knowingly."I thought so. Here. Here's what we'll do. We'll watch the musical, and then we can decide who you're auditioning for."
"Okay. Sounds good to me."
Sam waited as Kurt popped in the DVD. As the lights dimmed, the first notes of the Ballad of Sweeney Todd hung in the air, followed by the screech of the whistle...
...
To seek revenge may lead to hell,
But everyone does so,
If seldom as well
As Sweeney.
As Sweeney Todd.
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
The thunderous applause started as Kurt paused the movie and ejected the disc.
"Wow. The person playing Mrs. Lovett in this was ten times better than that Bellatrix person from the movie. In fact, most of it was better. It felt more…complete. And I loved the music even more."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. I do see why you wouldn't want to play Anthony. You should go for Sweeney."
"Thanks. Who are you auditioning for?"
Kurt froze and turned pale. He shook his head, obviously uptight about the whole thing. Sam touched his shoulder, and Kurt flinched.
"Come on. You can tell me. Trust me."
Kurt slowly lifted his head. His eyes were wet. His mouth opened, and he whispered: "Mrs. Lovett," wiping tears from his eyes.
"Why are you so upset over that? You'd be great!"
Kurt brightened a little, but looked down. "You really think so?"
"Yeah! Why don't you-oh. Is it about what Rachel said earlier?"
Kurt nodded.
Sam knew that Rachel and Kurt were always constantly on each other during glee, but after getting use to it, he didn't realize that Kurt took everything what Rachel would tell him to heart. He'd always come up with a witty remark to humiliate Rachel. Now he understood why. "Listen. You'll be amazing. You are one of the most talented people I have ever met. Like, seriously. When I listened to those MP3s you sent me, I thought it was Faith Hill."
"You listened to all 60 MP3s?"
"Well-um, not all of them. Okay, I did."
"You really thought I was that good?"
"No. I didn't think you were that good. You were incredible. Seriously, your rendition of Le Jazz Hot blew me away. You deserve this, Kurt. Actually, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me out. Since you'll be auditioning for Mrs. Lovett, and I'll be auditioning for Sweeney, maybe we could prepare for these roles together. Help each other out."
Kurt looked up to a beaming Sam and smiled. "It's a deal."
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.
A/N: I am so glad people like the fic! Thank you for everyone who put it on alerts, and thanks for the reviews. I am like Tinkerbell. I need reviews to live. So keep them Kumming!
Knock. Knock. He was at the door. Kurt raced up the stairs, tripping on the coffee table on the way to the door. Kurt had been home for hours. He had skipped the last two periods of school, and spent 5 hours picking out an outfit. He tried on and exchanged 15 outfits before he found the right one to wear. His hair was damp from the shower he had taken an hour ago; he had just gotten out 20 minutes ago. Kurt's hair was in perfect position, and he moved to open the door. Well, his hair was almost perfect. Noticing a stray hair that fell onto his forehead, Kurt stopped and swiftly pushed it back into place. He grabbed a can of hairspray from the table and quickly sprayed the can in the air in front of him. He stepped through the cloud of hairspray and opened the door.
Sam Evans stood at the front door of the Hummel household, wearing the same outfit he had worn the day Kurt first saw him walk through the door of the choir room. Which was a week ago.
"Did you happen to wash that before you came here?"
Sam started to laugh and nodded. "Of course I did. Didn't want to have to sleep outside tonight."
"Sleep outside? Why would you be sleeping- when did we agree that this was a sleep over?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I thought it would be fine. My mom is out and she wanted me to stay over at a friend's house tonight. I told her I would stay here. Do you mind? I don't want to impose, but-"
"It's no problem, Sam. I would-" Kurt paused, breathing deeply, then pressed his lips together and smiled reassuringly. "I would love for you to stay for the night."
Sam's smile lit up the room. "Thanks, Kurt. You're the best."
Kurt smiled wider, but underneath, he was freaking out. He's sleeping over? How am I supposed to judge whether I'm too forceful or not? He's a guy; isn't like, a rule in straight-boys' books that they can't sleep over at the gay kid's house? Kurt had no time to ponder this mysterious occurrence, because Sam was pulling him towards the basement.
"We're watching it downstairs, right? In your bedroom?"
"Yeah, we are- how did you know my bedroom was in the basement?"
Sam's cheeks turned rosey red as he blushed. "Um, I, um. I asked Finn. And he told me. Where you live. In this house. Cause he's here all the time."
"Okay then. Do you want popcorn?" Kurt shouted behind him as he went into the kitchen to make himself some. When there was no immediate response, he looked back to see a more solemn Sam deep in thought.
"Do you want some popcorn? Sam?"
"N- no thank you. I'm fine." Sam looked down at his shoes.
"Soda?"
"Nah, I'll have a water."
Kurt nodded slowly. Something was up. Kurt grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Sam, then poured a cup of cranberry juice for himself and placed a popcorn bag in the microwave. Sam caught the bottle, tucking it into his chest.
"You have a good arm. You should join the football team."
"Oh please, and wear those pants everyday? Besides, I was on it last year. Did no good. And I'm on the Cheerios now, which I enjoy more."
Sam looked shocked. "You were on the football team last year?"
"Mm-hm." Kurt nodded. "I was the kicker. Only time you guys won last year. Ask Finn. He'll tell you."
"So what's this Sweeney Todd about? Tell me."
Kurt turned and sat down next to Sam.
"As I said in glee, Sweeney Todd is the tragic tale of a barber, Benjamin Barker, who lived with his beautiful wife, Lucy, and their child. Johanna was her name. Pretty little Johanna. Anyway, Lucy had caught the eye of this disgusting Judge, Judge Turpin. He had Benjamin trumped up on a made-up charge so he could get with Lucy. Benjamin was sent to prison in Australia, leaving a heartbroken Lucy and her child."
"That's awful. How could anyone do that to someone?"
"It gets worse."
"Of course it does."
"Turpin invites Lucy to a ball, and she goes. Stupidly, I might add. Poor thing. He gets her drunk and then rapes her in front of everyone. She goes home and drinks arsenic. Turpin takes Johanna in as his ward."
"I'm liking this Turpin guy less and less."
"Yeah, he's a creep. Anyway, years have passed, and Benjamin has returned to London. Except now he goes by the name of Sweeney Todd. He returns to his barber shop to find this old hag, Mrs. Lovett, running a pie shop below it. Her business is horrible and her pies taste like-"
"Shit?"
"Yes. Anyway, Mrs. Lovett is madly in love with Sweeney. Always has been. So she kept his razors, and together they hatch a plan together: slit the throats of Turpin and other sinful people. To get rid of the dead bodies, Mrs. Lovett bakes them into pies. It's a win-win for the both of them."
"This musical sounds awesome."
"It is. So do you want to watch the movie or the OBC recording?"
"The what?"
"The OBC recording. The Original Broadway Cast. It's a term theatre people use to distinguish between the original show and the revivals."
"Oh. Kind of like the OS and the NG. Or the first trilogy and the second one."
"What?"
"Sorry, dork talk. The Original Series and the New Generation. It's a Star Trek thing. You know, with these things?" Sam made the Trekkie greeting sign. "And the first Star Wars trilogy and the second. Although I like to pretend the second one never existed."
"Oh, I get it now. It's okay, I like your dork talk. It's-endearing."
The two unlikely companions smiled at each other for a moment. Then the microwave started beeping. Sam walked over to the microwave, pulled out the popcorn, and tentatively ate a piece.
"I thought you said you didn't want any?"
"I might as well eat it if you made it."
"So which one do you want to watch?"
Sam thought for a moment. "Could we watch the movie first, and then the musical? That way I have a sense of both."
Kurt nodded. "No problem to me. Let's go set up the TV."
Kurt led Sam to the basement door, and the blond-haired jock raced down the steps two at a time. Kurt laughed.
"Someone's excited!" Sam laughed as well, nodding his head. Kurt shook his head and followed him. He reached the end of the stairs and went over to his DVD collection, carefully selecting the Sweeney Todd feature film from its case and placed it in the DVD player. Ten minutes later, as the first notes of No Place Like London chimed on the screen, Kurt was snuggled up next to Sam, munching on popcorn.
I have sailed the world, and seen its wonders, like the Dardanelles or the mountains of Peru, but there's no place like London!... I feel home again...
...
The blood slowly dripped from Sweeney's throat as he sighed for the last time, ceasing to move again. The camera tilts and follows the blood as Toby scurries away in the background...
"So, how did you like it?" Kurt asked, eager to hear Sam's response.
"I loved it! Oh my Eywa, it was amazing. So much better than any other slasher film I've ever seen. But seriously, Turpin totally deserved it. And so did that Anthony. He sucked. He did absolutely nothing. I can't believe that Quinn wants me to play him. He's so boring."
"You'd make a great Anthony!" Kurt insisted.
"What, you think Anthony is the only think I'm talented enough for? You think I can't act?"
"No, of course not. I'm sure you can act just fine, it's just it fits your personality better-"
"What? Do I stalk people?"
Kurt started laughing.
"It's not funny, Kurt! I want to play a meaty role. I want to be challenged. I want to be good."
Kurt looked at Sam for a moment, studying him. "Why?"
"I don't think I've told anyone this, but I used to do theatre at my old school. Not a lot, but I loved it. It was fun. It was kind of why I wanted to join glee club in the first place. But then high school happened,football, and I transferred. Well, now that I have the chance, I would like to try to get back that feeling. The feeling of standing on a stage and feeling exposed and yet liberated at the same time. Something only theatre can do for a person. Besides, I feel no connection to Anthony."
"Well, who do you feel a connection with?" Sam looked straight into Kurt's eyes, and responded,
"Sweeney."
Kurt smiled knowingly."I thought so. Here. Here's what we'll do. We'll watch the musical, and then we can decide who you're auditioning for."
"Okay. Sounds good to me."
Sam waited as Kurt popped in the DVD. As the lights dimmed, the first notes of the Ballad of Sweeney Todd hung in the air, followed by the screech of the whistle...
...
To seek revenge may lead to hell,
But everyone does so,
If seldom as well
As Sweeney.
As Sweeney Todd.
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
The thunderous applause started as Kurt paused the movie and ejected the disc.
"Wow. The person playing Mrs. Lovett in this was ten times better than that Bellatrix person from the movie. In fact, most of it was better. It felt more…complete. And I loved the music even more."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. I do see why you wouldn't want to play Anthony. You should go for Sweeney."
"Thanks. Who are you auditioning for?"
Kurt froze and turned pale. He shook his head, obviously uptight about the whole thing. Sam touched his shoulder, and Kurt flinched.
"Come on. You can tell me. Trust me."
Kurt slowly lifted his head. His eyes were wet. His mouth opened, and he whispered: "Mrs. Lovett," wiping tears from his eyes.
"Why are you so upset over that? You'd be great!"
Kurt brightened a little, but looked down. "You really think so?"
"Yeah! Why don't you-oh. Is it about what Rachel said earlier?"
Kurt nodded.
Sam knew that Rachel and Kurt were always constantly on each other during glee, but after getting use to it, he didn't realize that Kurt took everything what Rachel would tell him to heart. He'd always come up with a witty remark to humiliate Rachel. Now he understood why. "Listen. You'll be amazing. You are one of the most talented people I have ever met. Like, seriously. When I listened to those MP3s you sent me, I thought it was Faith Hill."
"You listened to all 60 MP3s?"
"Well-um, not all of them. Okay, I did."
"You really thought I was that good?"
"No. I didn't think you were that good. You were incredible. Seriously, your rendition of Le Jazz Hot blew me away. You deserve this, Kurt. Actually, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me out. Since you'll be auditioning for Mrs. Lovett, and I'll be auditioning for Sweeney, maybe we could prepare for these roles together. Help each other out."
Kurt looked up to a beaming Sam and smiled. "It's a deal."