fic: Wasted First Kisses
Title: Wasted First Kisses
Author: saturninwaiting
Words: 442
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Kurt
Summary: Kurt was wrong about first kisses.
“I always imagined my first kiss would taste like cherry popsicles.”
It's an innocent enough statement. And Sam wouldn't think very much of it if he hadn't been laying on the Hudson-Hummel family's back lawn, looking up at the clouds with Kurt while eating a cherry popsicle. So naturally, Sam freezes when Kurt says it.
He has this way of saying the perfect things that make Sam's stomach flip like a pancake. He mutters them in such a casual, offhand matter that it always seems like he isn't even serious. But maybe that's just how Kurt talks, but whatever. Serious or not, it drives Sam crazy. “really?” he asks, closing his eyes.
Kurt shifts beside him, he's about five feet away. After all, it's not like they're dating, so five feet is a good safe platonic distance, right? For some reason, Sam wants to move closer. But he resists the urge. Kurt speaks softly, his tone wistful. “Yeah, it's too bad though.” he mutters, his hands outstretched above his head like he's reaching for something unattainable. “My first kiss was wasted.”
Sam sighs and doesn't ask questions because while Kurt always talks about his first kiss, he never elaborates who it was. And sure, he wonders. He wishes it was him, but it wasn't so their isn't much use dwelling on it. He turns his head from the sky and looks across the blades of grass to see Kurt looking at him as well. Blue eyes meeting green, breath being stolen. “What did it taste like, then?” Sam asks, because he can be offhand and casual too.
Kurt smiles softly and closes his eyes, Sam inches forward ever so slightly until only three feet stand between them. “Nothing, if you can believe it.” he explains, his hands coming down to his sides, outstretched, bent at the elbows. “I guess... saliva is the best way to describe it. I was too busy trying to get away.”
Sam is overcome with envy as he thinks about Kurt's mystery guy, stealing something so special as he finishes his popsicle and throws the stick away into the grass somewhere for it to decompose. He stretches his hand out to meet Kurt's and their fingertips brush. Kurt's eyes flutter open and he looks at Sam with an expression unreadable, mouth set, eyes soft, cheeks blushing ever so slightly. He tightens his grip on Sam's hand ever so slightly and closes his eyes again. It's all Sam needs. He closes the distance between them.
Kurt was wrong after all. It wasn't the first kiss that was the sweetest. It was the second and the third and all the kisses after that.