Fic: The Epic True Impending Love Story of Fishlips and Ladyface (Part Thirty)
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!
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: ...Don't kill me. Or Blaine. He's a good guy.
In Which the First One is the Worst One
Sam hesitated at the door to the choir room. Like Quinn said, this was a now or never moment. This is when the boys were separated from the men. This was the day he would get Kurt Hummel for his own. And he felt like he was about to puke.
“Yo. Evans.” Puck slapped him on the back of the head. “You’re gonna do this, bro?”
“Yeah.” When did his voice become that shaky? “I am.”
Puck seemed doubtful that Sam was even going to enter the room, let alone “woo” Kurt. He put on a confident mask and strolled through the door, zeroing in on Kurt. Who Blaine’s arm was currently around. Must resist urge to kill Blaine.
“Hey Kurt.”
“Hey Sam.” He smiled up at him brightly, reminding Sam why he was doing this in the first place.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out later, maybe watch a movie or something?” Start slow, Quinn had said. They had hung out before and watched movies. That wasn’t a weird thing to ask, right?
“I can’t, Sam.” He seemed apologetic. “I’m going out with Blaine later.”
What? “What?”
“I texted you like a million times last night. The lovely Mr. Hummel and I are dating. Going out. Courting. Officially.” Each of Blaine’s synonyms felt like another shot to Sam’s chest. Dating. Damn.
He pasted on a smile. “Congrats. To the both of you. I hope you’re happy together.”
He practically ran for his seat between Quinn and Puck. “So,” Quinn whispered. “How did it go?”
Sam dug his phone out of his phone, noting all of the missed texts and their times. They had all been sent when Quinn had been concocting her brilliant plan. He opened one at random.
SBean, I told you. Kurt Hummel is now officially my boyfriend. -Blaine
He resisted the overwhelming urge to scream and passed the phone to Quinn. She accepted it, confused, and Sam heard her gasp. “Sam, I am so sorry.”
“What?” Quinn gave the phone to her boyfriend. “That’s harsh, dude. Want me to delete the messages?”
Sam nodded his head absently, staring straight ahead. What did he think would happen? That Kurt would wait forever until Sam was ready to tell him? Hell, Kurt didn’t even know that Sam liked him. Loved him according to Puck.
Schue walked in the room, chipper as ever. “Okay guys, we- Yes Sam?”
He didn’t even realize his arm was in the air. “Can I sing something? I just really need to get it out.”
“Sure.” That was one of the good things about Schue: he never really questioned when you needed to vent.
Sam climbed out of his seat to the front of the room. He borrowed a guitar from one of the guys in the band and told them what song to play. They nodded, waiting on his signal. He began strumming the song, allowing his heart to bleed into his voice.
Even though you're gone and far away I feel you all around
I think about it every single day, you got away somehow
I can't sleep, it's hard to breathe and I still feel you next to me
Now I can see
His voice broke slightly as he started the chorus. He hoped that no one noticed. This song expressed everything that he wanted to say, but couldn’t say, at the moment. He kept his eyes firmly on the wall, not daring to watch anyone specifically.
The first one is the worst one
When it comes to a broken heart
Your first love, yeah, you’re so young
And you feel like a falling star
There's a fire in the city that's burning out tonight
And you're breathing but you're barely alive
The first one is the worst one when it comes
When it comes to a broken heart
He closed his eyes, thinking of how close he almost came. Hours. All that stood between him and happiness was mere hours. In those meager hours, they had come up with a foolproof plan for Sam to follow. And now he had nothing to show for it.
'Cause I would walk through a thunderstorm
Just to kiss you, I'm out here on my own
Better now than I was before
But I miss you and I want you to know
He made the mistake of glancing over at Blaine and Kurt. Blaine frowned, probably thinking that the song was for Sam’s “Billy,” transferred somewhere out of state. But Kurt’s expression… It almost broke his heart. He was watching Sam so sympathetically and encouragingly. If only he knew this song was for him.
The first one is the worst one
When it comes to a broken heart
Your first love, yeah, you’re so young
And you feel like a falling star
There's a fire in the city that's burning out tonight
And you're breathing but you're barely alive
The first one is the worst one when it comes
When it comes to a broken heart
He finished, breathing in heavily.
“That was great, Sam.” Schue patted him on the back and murmured, “If you need to talk, I’m here, okay?”
He forced a smile. “Sure.”
He returned his borrowed guitar and sat back down. Quinn placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
Stupid question. “No.”