Double Date (PG13: Sam/Kurt, Rachel/Finn)
Title: Double Date
Author: k_bo
Rating: PG-13 (one F-bomb dropped, otherwise FLUFFY)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt, Rachel/Finn
Author Notes: This is my first ever fic ever. Based off of a drawing from tumblr: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lejtk1MFlx1qehpn8o1_500.jpg
Warning: If you don't like puffy hearts and derpiness, retreat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Summary: Rachel and Finn ask Kurt and Sam out for a double date.
Rachel was sitting across from Finn at the lunch table, both hands flat against the surface as she spoke, allowing her ample leverage in which to push herself forward for dramatic effect, when called for.
“We need to do this, Finn. It's the only way to make sure that we are still at the head of the pack. And I, for one, think you could stand to spend a little more time with Kurt. After all, he has been so supportive of you and all of your...”
Finn had stopped listening several minutes ago, when Rachel had first brought up the idea of going on a double date with his step-brother Kurt and his new boyfriend, Sam. While the idea was not a completely terrible one, he had his concerns. For one, he knew that Rachel's true intention for this meeting was to try and get information about what song ideas they had been discussing for the upcoming duet assignment. Also, he wasn't quite sure where he stood with Sam, now that he had taken over for him as quarterback after the team's dismal loss during Homecoming weekend. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Actually, he thinks it would be kind of cool to hang out together. And Rachel was right - Kurt had come to all of his football games, and was trying his best to learn how to play Halo. And Rachel would probably wear something really nice on the date. Probably something that showed off her boobs. Rachel had nice boobs.
Oh, crap. She stopped talking, like, 2 minutes ago, didn't she. You need to say something, dude.
YOU'RE BLOWING IT!!!!!
“You know what? These are all good things...that you're saying to me. That you said to me. I think...yes. We should definitely do this.” He smiled, hoping he had covered himself well.
Rachel's eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face.
“Finn. I never thought in a million years you would go for this. Imagine, you and I, singing 'Islands In The Stream' as our perfect duet...”
Oh for fucks sake.
….......................................................
“What do you think? This one, or this one?” Kurt kept flipping two bowties dangerously close to Sam's face as he sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.
“I...I don't know. They're both blue. I guess...the BLUE one?” He looked up, squinting one eye and giving a crooked smile.
“GAH. No. This one,” waving it in circles, “is midnight blue, and this one,” flapping it up and down, “is BLUE CORN. Are you colorblind? Shall we add that to your list of idiosyncrasies?” Kurt stared down, lips pursed.
“First of all, you know I don't like it when you call me things in French,” (insert Kurt rolling his eyes) “and secondly, THEY ARE BOTH BLUE. Besides, it doesn't matter which one you wear, because everything looks good on you.” His smile widened now. Kurt loved Sam's wide smiles, especially when they showed teeth.
“You are truly charming. Truly.” Kurt couldn't help but smile now, as he always seemed to when Sam was around. He walked closer to him until their knees were touching, and then leaned down to plant a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for helping me. I just want tonight to go well.”
Sam pulled Kurt down until he was sitting on his lap. “Everything is going to be fine. It's Finn. It's Rachel. What's the worst that can happen?”
Kurt took Sam's face in his hands, and pressed their foreheads together.
“If I have to start listing things, than clearly you are not ready for this.”
Never one to miss a prime opportunity such as this, Sam let his lips gently float towards Kurt's, pressing firmly as Kurt let out a small sigh. Sam could feel his muscles give away some tension, and smiled into their kiss.
“DUDE! I'M GOING TO PICK UP RACHEL. I'LL BE BACK IN, LIKE, 20 MINUTES!” Finn yelled from the top of the staircase.
Kurt pulled back from Sam, cheeks flushed, and managed, “OK! WE'LL BE READY!”
Sam was staring at him, smiling so that his eyes were little crinkles. “Twenty minutes. That's a lot of time.” He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt stood up suddenly.
“Not when you consider that I still need to choose a vest.” He turned on his heels and headed towards his closet. Sam let out a deep sigh and flopped back on the mattress.
…..........................................................
Finn was disappointed in Rachel's choice of attire. A white Oxford shirt and a red pullover sweater? I was under the impression that her boobs would be joining us this evening.
Still, he was happy to be walking her to his car as she held his hand tightly, her body leaning into him just enough to make him bend his head down and smile. He opened the passenger door and kept a grip on her hand as she climbed up onto the seat. He swooped in for a quick kiss as he shut the door for her.
The drive back to his house seemed to take only an instant, as Rachel filled the time by singing along to whatever was playing on the radio. Finn secretly loved that she did this any time they were in the car together. It made him feel like she was doing it just for him, even though he knew she probably didn't even realize that she had formed the habit.
They both walked into the Humson house to find Sam and Kurt sitting on the couch. Kurt had finally decided on a tie (“Midnight blue. Excellent choice,” Rachel noted to herself.) and his favorite slate gray vest, with a crisp white button down shirt. He managed to convince Sam to change into a coordinating blue tee shirt, though he had to concede and let him keep his favorite gray sweatshirt. (“Dude. We're only going to Breadstix. I'm not wearing a sweater vest.”) It was an argument worth losing as Sam, in an attempt to distract from the conversation, had attempted to help Kurt tie his tie. His face all scrunched and his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth as he fumbled with the small piece of silk was an image Kurt would think back on often.
Kurt turned his head as he heard them walk in. “Hello, Rachel. How are you?”
“Oh, I'm doing well. Fantastic, actually. I have finally decided on the perfect song for Finn and I to sing together next week.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her top lip began to curl. “Have you...put any thought into your selection yet?”
Finn nudged her in the back with the heel of his hand. “Too. Soon,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Kurt stood. “Actually, Sam and I haven't really discussed it yet. We still have time.” Lies. They had already practiced three different songs, agreeing that they would make a “game time decision”, as Sam had put it, after hearing what Finn and Rachel sang.
“Oh. Well then.” Rachel looked sideways towards Finn, who was staring ahead absently. “I suppose we should go then.”
Finn snapped out of his trance. “Do you guys want to ride with us, or follow?”
“We'll follow,” Kurt said abruptly, pulling Sam up by the arm. He hated riding with Finn and Rachel. She was always singing loudly along with the radio, drowning out his own vocals.
….............................................................
Kurt and Rachel stared blankly at each other. Finn and Sam had been at it for what seemed like an eternity, and neither of them really knew what to do.
“Dude. That is sooooo...”
“Dude! I know, right?!?!?!?”
“Dude.”
“Seriously.”
“Right?!?!?!?”
“I know.”
Kurt leaned forward and was the first to speak, in a hushed tone.
“Is this actually still going on? Have I died? Am I in a parallel universe?”
Rachel leaned forward to meet him across the table, careful not to let her hair drop into her salad. “Are they even talking about anything any more? What are they even saying?”
“It feels like my ears are filled with cotton. I am literally hearing “Derp Derp Derp”. Should we interrupt them?”
Rachel seemed to consider this for a moment. She looked over at Finn and Sam. The way they were smiling and laughing, to the point where small tears were forming in the corners of their eyes - she just didn't have the heart to stop it. They were adorable, by all accounts, even if they weren't forming a coherent sentence between the two of them.
Rachel sighed. “Just let them be. It's good for them to be getting along so well.”
“I suppose you're right.” He looked down at his plate of pasta, half-eaten and cold. “So...read any good books lately?” he offered lamely.
“Actually, I just started reading 'Finishing The Hat'. You know, the new...”
“...Sondheim bible? I've read it cover to cover twice.” Kurt's eyes lit up. Finally, a topic he could get on board with.
Before they knew it, Kurt and Rachel began babbling endlessly about the meaning behind favorite lyrics, dream roles and future plans for traveling to New York.
Finn exchanged a wry glace with Sam.
“Um...what is happening here?”
Sam seemed dazed as he stared at Kurt. “I have no idea what they're talking about.”
“Dude...are they...singing?”
“Should we say something?”
Finn stared at Rachel's flushed cheeks, and recognized the look of joy in her round eyes.
“Nah. It's cool that they're getting along so well.” He turned back to Sam. “What were we saying?”
“I don't know. Derp.”
Author: k_bo
Rating: PG-13 (one F-bomb dropped, otherwise FLUFFY)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt, Rachel/Finn
Author Notes: This is my first ever fic ever. Based off of a drawing from tumblr: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lejtk1MFlx1qehpn8o1_500.jpg
Warning: If you don't like puffy hearts and derpiness, retreat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Summary: Rachel and Finn ask Kurt and Sam out for a double date.
Rachel was sitting across from Finn at the lunch table, both hands flat against the surface as she spoke, allowing her ample leverage in which to push herself forward for dramatic effect, when called for.
“We need to do this, Finn. It's the only way to make sure that we are still at the head of the pack. And I, for one, think you could stand to spend a little more time with Kurt. After all, he has been so supportive of you and all of your...”
Finn had stopped listening several minutes ago, when Rachel had first brought up the idea of going on a double date with his step-brother Kurt and his new boyfriend, Sam. While the idea was not a completely terrible one, he had his concerns. For one, he knew that Rachel's true intention for this meeting was to try and get information about what song ideas they had been discussing for the upcoming duet assignment. Also, he wasn't quite sure where he stood with Sam, now that he had taken over for him as quarterback after the team's dismal loss during Homecoming weekend. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Actually, he thinks it would be kind of cool to hang out together. And Rachel was right - Kurt had come to all of his football games, and was trying his best to learn how to play Halo. And Rachel would probably wear something really nice on the date. Probably something that showed off her boobs. Rachel had nice boobs.
Oh, crap. She stopped talking, like, 2 minutes ago, didn't she. You need to say something, dude.
YOU'RE BLOWING IT!!!!!
“You know what? These are all good things...that you're saying to me. That you said to me. I think...yes. We should definitely do this.” He smiled, hoping he had covered himself well.
Rachel's eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face.
“Finn. I never thought in a million years you would go for this. Imagine, you and I, singing 'Islands In The Stream' as our perfect duet...”
Oh for fucks sake.
….......................................................
“What do you think? This one, or this one?” Kurt kept flipping two bowties dangerously close to Sam's face as he sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.
“I...I don't know. They're both blue. I guess...the BLUE one?” He looked up, squinting one eye and giving a crooked smile.
“GAH. No. This one,” waving it in circles, “is midnight blue, and this one,” flapping it up and down, “is BLUE CORN. Are you colorblind? Shall we add that to your list of idiosyncrasies?” Kurt stared down, lips pursed.
“First of all, you know I don't like it when you call me things in French,” (insert Kurt rolling his eyes) “and secondly, THEY ARE BOTH BLUE. Besides, it doesn't matter which one you wear, because everything looks good on you.” His smile widened now. Kurt loved Sam's wide smiles, especially when they showed teeth.
“You are truly charming. Truly.” Kurt couldn't help but smile now, as he always seemed to when Sam was around. He walked closer to him until their knees were touching, and then leaned down to plant a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for helping me. I just want tonight to go well.”
Sam pulled Kurt down until he was sitting on his lap. “Everything is going to be fine. It's Finn. It's Rachel. What's the worst that can happen?”
Kurt took Sam's face in his hands, and pressed their foreheads together.
“If I have to start listing things, than clearly you are not ready for this.”
Never one to miss a prime opportunity such as this, Sam let his lips gently float towards Kurt's, pressing firmly as Kurt let out a small sigh. Sam could feel his muscles give away some tension, and smiled into their kiss.
“DUDE! I'M GOING TO PICK UP RACHEL. I'LL BE BACK IN, LIKE, 20 MINUTES!” Finn yelled from the top of the staircase.
Kurt pulled back from Sam, cheeks flushed, and managed, “OK! WE'LL BE READY!”
Sam was staring at him, smiling so that his eyes were little crinkles. “Twenty minutes. That's a lot of time.” He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt stood up suddenly.
“Not when you consider that I still need to choose a vest.” He turned on his heels and headed towards his closet. Sam let out a deep sigh and flopped back on the mattress.
…..........................................................
Finn was disappointed in Rachel's choice of attire. A white Oxford shirt and a red pullover sweater? I was under the impression that her boobs would be joining us this evening.
Still, he was happy to be walking her to his car as she held his hand tightly, her body leaning into him just enough to make him bend his head down and smile. He opened the passenger door and kept a grip on her hand as she climbed up onto the seat. He swooped in for a quick kiss as he shut the door for her.
The drive back to his house seemed to take only an instant, as Rachel filled the time by singing along to whatever was playing on the radio. Finn secretly loved that she did this any time they were in the car together. It made him feel like she was doing it just for him, even though he knew she probably didn't even realize that she had formed the habit.
They both walked into the Humson house to find Sam and Kurt sitting on the couch. Kurt had finally decided on a tie (“Midnight blue. Excellent choice,” Rachel noted to herself.) and his favorite slate gray vest, with a crisp white button down shirt. He managed to convince Sam to change into a coordinating blue tee shirt, though he had to concede and let him keep his favorite gray sweatshirt. (“Dude. We're only going to Breadstix. I'm not wearing a sweater vest.”) It was an argument worth losing as Sam, in an attempt to distract from the conversation, had attempted to help Kurt tie his tie. His face all scrunched and his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth as he fumbled with the small piece of silk was an image Kurt would think back on often.
Kurt turned his head as he heard them walk in. “Hello, Rachel. How are you?”
“Oh, I'm doing well. Fantastic, actually. I have finally decided on the perfect song for Finn and I to sing together next week.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her top lip began to curl. “Have you...put any thought into your selection yet?”
Finn nudged her in the back with the heel of his hand. “Too. Soon,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Kurt stood. “Actually, Sam and I haven't really discussed it yet. We still have time.” Lies. They had already practiced three different songs, agreeing that they would make a “game time decision”, as Sam had put it, after hearing what Finn and Rachel sang.
“Oh. Well then.” Rachel looked sideways towards Finn, who was staring ahead absently. “I suppose we should go then.”
Finn snapped out of his trance. “Do you guys want to ride with us, or follow?”
“We'll follow,” Kurt said abruptly, pulling Sam up by the arm. He hated riding with Finn and Rachel. She was always singing loudly along with the radio, drowning out his own vocals.
….............................................................
Kurt and Rachel stared blankly at each other. Finn and Sam had been at it for what seemed like an eternity, and neither of them really knew what to do.
“Dude. That is sooooo...”
“Dude! I know, right?!?!?!?”
“Dude.”
“Seriously.”
“Right?!?!?!?”
“I know.”
Kurt leaned forward and was the first to speak, in a hushed tone.
“Is this actually still going on? Have I died? Am I in a parallel universe?”
Rachel leaned forward to meet him across the table, careful not to let her hair drop into her salad. “Are they even talking about anything any more? What are they even saying?”
“It feels like my ears are filled with cotton. I am literally hearing “Derp Derp Derp”. Should we interrupt them?”
Rachel seemed to consider this for a moment. She looked over at Finn and Sam. The way they were smiling and laughing, to the point where small tears were forming in the corners of their eyes - she just didn't have the heart to stop it. They were adorable, by all accounts, even if they weren't forming a coherent sentence between the two of them.
Rachel sighed. “Just let them be. It's good for them to be getting along so well.”
“I suppose you're right.” He looked down at his plate of pasta, half-eaten and cold. “So...read any good books lately?” he offered lamely.
“Actually, I just started reading 'Finishing The Hat'. You know, the new...”
“...Sondheim bible? I've read it cover to cover twice.” Kurt's eyes lit up. Finally, a topic he could get on board with.
Before they knew it, Kurt and Rachel began babbling endlessly about the meaning behind favorite lyrics, dream roles and future plans for traveling to New York.
Finn exchanged a wry glace with Sam.
“Um...what is happening here?”
Sam seemed dazed as he stared at Kurt. “I have no idea what they're talking about.”
“Dude...are they...singing?”
“Should we say something?”
Finn stared at Rachel's flushed cheeks, and recognized the look of joy in her round eyes.
“Nah. It's cool that they're getting along so well.” He turned back to Sam. “What were we saying?”
“I don't know. Derp.”