10 Things I Hate About You
Title: 10 Things I Hate About You
Author: ghostwriter93
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Author Notes: So... This has been in the making for about...two, three weeks? It took me much longer than it should have. But apparently my creativity decided to disappear for a few weeks.
Warning: Swearing and mentions of boysex.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, don't own Chicago or the quote used in the summary, don't own Pokemon, Zelda, or any other nerdy thing mentioned in this fic.
Summary: "Y'know how people have these little habits that getcha down?"
1. Video Games
Kurt should’ve known something was up when Sam said he was staying with his mom for the entire weekend. Kurt knew that Sam preferred to stay at his dad’s, especially on the weekends now that his mom had started going to a church in her ‘newly free time’ since the divorce. The countertenor didn’t even make the connection that his mom’s house was the one with the Wii.
He was mentally slapping himself for that as he lounged on ex-Mrs. Evans’s hideous couch, watching Sam fling his arm wildly to try and kill a pixilated enemy on the screen. Sam had muttered something about a sky and a sword and gone back to playing. Kurt was ninety-eight percent sure that Sam didn’t even know the plotline of the game, as there were about three long monologues with words that would’ve hurt Sam’s head but that didn’t deter the blonde from being completely engrossed in the game.
“Mercedes and I are going shopping this weekend,” Kurt said, playing with the nail file he’d found on the coffee table.
“Uh huh,” Sam grunted.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’ll get a pair of heels and walk around school in them.”
“Sure thing babe.”
He was starting to get annoyed. “And maybe I’ll get a skirt and become a cross-dresser.”
“Sure.”
“And I’ll run away to Vegas with Puck and Quinn and we’ll be a threesome while you’re here all alone playing your stupid game about a guy in a tunic!” At the last part, Kurt ripped the Wii remote out of Sam’s hands.
“Hey!!” Sam finally looked away from the TV. “What’s wrong with you??”
“Hello Samuel. I’m Kurt Hummel, your boyfriend. I am sitting here in a house with you. We are alone. Your mother is not home. And you would rather pay more attention to a collection of lights than to me! The question, Sam, is not what is wrong with me. The question is what is wrong with you??”
Sam was not happy when Kurt reset the game and lost all of his progress since the last auto-save, but to be fair, the proper response was probably not “can I have the controller back?”
2. Broadway
Sam was not an artist. Not at all. But Sam doodled. Only when he got bored, though.
“…and my theory is that…”
He wasn’t sure what was more pathetic, the fact that he was actually attempting to doodle, or the fact that he was doing a pretty damn good Jigglypuff from memory.
“…and Mimi and Rodger…”
Then again it’s not like Jigglypuff was a particularly complicated Pokémon. Basically just some circles and then kitty-style ears.
“…and then the entire I’ll Cover You reprise scene…”
Sam wondered if he could attempt Squirtle next. That would be a little more difficult than Jigglypuff.
“Sam, are you listening to me??”
Sam’s head snapped up from his notebook. “Huh?” Kurt glared at him.
“You’re not listening to my theories on RENT.”
“Nope.”
Kurt threw up his hands. “I don’t even know why I bother talking to you.”
“Because you love me.” Sam grinned at him sweetly.
“Well maybe you’d be more interested if I talked about…what is that? Neopet?”
“Pokémon.”
“Whatever.”
Sam sighed. “Yeah, actually I probably would be. Because I have no idea what you are saying! I don’t know who these people are! I don’t know who the hell Kiki-”
“Mimi.”
“My point!”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “I will go talk to Rachel about this.”
“Fine.”
Who the fuck named their kid Maureen these days anyway? Sam asked himself.
3. Sleep
Kurt was a morning person. He got out of bed every morning and he was showered, dressed to impress, and his hair was dried and teased to perfection before Carole was finished making breakfast, even on Saturdays.
Kurt didn’t even think about it when he was left home alone for the weekend. But to be fair, he wasn’t thinking about much besides getting Sam onto his bed.
It’s not like it was their first time, but it was Sam’s first time actually spending the night, and Kurt quickly found out that he and his boyfriend differed in more ways than he’d thought.
At 6:30, Kurt was starting to get slightly irritated. Sam was not really going to waste away the day, naked in bed. Well, okay. Sam was not really going to waste away the day, naked in bed, asleep.
By 7, Kurt was annoyed. He crossed his arms, standing over the blonde. He opened his mouth to say ‘Samuel, get your lazy ass up out of bed’, but his heart melted, looking at Sam. His blonde hair was all over the place, his cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was hanging open ever so slightly. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or anything else. Kurt sighed, pulling the covers up over Sam’s chest before walking off to go do some homework.
By the time 8am rolled around, Kurt was annoyed all over again, no matter how adorable Sam looked. He grabbed his pillow from the other side of the bed and smacked Sam hard with it, but he didn’t even stir. Kurt growled in frustration before stalking off again.
At 9, Kurt tried putting on some coffee. He knew Sam was practically addicted to the stuff, so he was hoping that the smell would wake him up.
At 10, he dumped a cup of ice water on the blonde. That worked pretty well.
4. Hair
Sam thought Kurt’s hair was pretty nice. It always looked really good, even under hats. But what he did not like was Kurt’s obsession with his hair.
Every time Sam tried to do something ‘coupley’ and mess it up, Kurt nearly snapped off his hand. And we won’t even talk about the time that he tugged Kurt’s hat down over his eyes. Kurt hadn’t spoken to him for the rest of the day.
Besides, Sam was pretty sure that it was not healthy for a sixteen year old boy to have three - count them, three cans of hairspray in his locker. Not to mention whatever the hell mousse was.
He also hated that Kurt felt it necessary to mess with it everywhere. Including the car.
“Kurt, for god sakes, we are about to go into a movie,” Sam said. “The lights will be out, and no one will even see your hair.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t look presentable, Sam.”
Sam scowled. He pulled up to the red light, then he grabbed the bottle of hairspray from Kurt, rolled down the window and pitched it out of the car with a throw that he’d only displayed before in football.
Kurt’s jaw dropped open, and he looked like Sam had just kicked his puppy. Sam didn’t regret it.
He didn’t regret it when Kurt told him to pull the car over and got out. He didn’t regret it when Kurt wouldn’t talk to him for the next three days.
He did, however regret it just a little when Kurt got him worked up and then said he ‘wasn’t in the mood’.
5. Sloppiness
Kurt wasn’t sure how he’d never been in Sam’s room at his mother’s house before, but he regretted ever walking in.
“What the actual hell?”
He was horrified. There were clothes everywhere, a few books scattered around, cups and plates on the floor, shoes without their matches in various places, the sheets on the bed were destroyed, and comic books on the floor at every turn.
“What?” Sam blinked in confusion.
“This place is a mess!”
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I know where everything is.”
“No, Sam, this is repulsive.”
“You do not have to be so uptight.” Sam leaned back against the headboard on his bed, his eyes concentrated on the video game in his hands.
“I am not being uptight!” Kurt said. “This is me being a human being with human senses and I think I just lost the sense of smell.”
“My gram lost her sense of taste for like, a year.”
Kurt cocked his head in confusion before shaking his head. “I’m getting out of here. When you straighten up, then I’ll think about coming back in here. I now see why we have sex at your dad’s house.”
6. Shopping
Sam did not enjoy feeling confused. He felt confused every day in school, so he most definitely didn’t enjoy feeling confused outside of school. Kurt Hummel, however, confused him.
“See, I like the way that this is cut. It draws attention to the collarbone.” The brunette was motioning to the shirt in his right hand with his left. “But it’s definitely not my color. I think I need more of a blue instead of a cerulean…”
Sam stared blankly at his boyfriend. “I have no idea what you are saying,” he said slowly, as if talking to a child.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Honestly Sam, do you even listen to me?” He grabbed another shirt off the rack before stalking off to the dressing rooms.
Sam rolled his eyes, following him. “It’s not my fault you’re talking nonsense!” he said.
“Oh and speaking in Na’vi isn’t nonsense.”
“I’m the one carrying your bags,” Sam said. “The way I see it, you’re supposed to be nice to me.”
“I owe you nothing,” Kurt laughed before disappearing into a dressing room.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m the one being dragged around town shopping. I don’t even like shopping, yet I’m here with you, watching you shop, and feeling like a moron every time I don’t understand something you say and you look at me like I’m a disgrace to every gay guy in the country, not to mention I’m carrying your bags around and I don’t even know what's in this one, but it’s heavy as hell.”
Kurt opened the door ever-so-slightly to give Sam his signature bitchface. “I’m not stopping you from leaving,” he said, before closing the door again.
He hadn’t actually expected Sam to leave, but he couldn’t say he was surprised.
7. Movies
This was quite possibly the most annoying thing about Sam. It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t find his geekiness endearing. He did. But it became slightly less adorable when the blonde started to talk in Na’vi or Elfish. It was beyond irritating when Sam looked like he was going to pee himself from excitement.
Kurt had refused to see this movie the first time around, no matter how much Finn begged. He did not want to see a movie about blue people. But Sam had given him no choice in the matter.
“This movie has no plot.” Kurt rubbed his temple.
“Shhh.” Sam waved at Kurt. “I like this part.”
“I don’t understand anything that’s going on here.”
“Because you won’t stop talking.”
“No, because it’s not making any sense! And y’know, that Firefly show you made me watch last week didn’t make any sense either. And neither did Star Trek.”
Sam scowled. “Then leave!” he said, frustrated.
“Fine!” He stood up, grabbed his bag and stormed out, making sure that there was a good, sound slam behind him as he left.
“Pain in the ass,” Sam muttered to himself, before sitting back and watching the movie.
8. Competition
“I’m fine, B,” Sam said, as the cheerleader sat down on the coffee table in front him, next to where his leg was propped up.
“I was worried about you.”Brittany frowned. “First your arm and now this.” She motioned to his twisted ankle. “You keep getting hurt, Sam.”
He smiled at her. “C’mere.” He held his arms out for an awkward hug, with his leg sticking out in front of him. The girl smiled brightly before hugging him tightly.
-
Duets Competition Round two. That’s what Mr. Schuester had called it. Sam preferred to call it the biggest headache of his life.
“Do you think that we should go with charcoal gray or stoney gray? I think the stone would really bring out your eyes, but it could possibly wash me out, so we might want to go with a green…” and “you’re going to have to hit that note. Do you think you can? I know it’s out of your range, but you’re gonna have to hit it if we want to win this” was all that Sam heard for an entire week and he was getting sick of it.
But the breaking point was the choreography. Kurt had said that he’d toned it down for Sam when he twisted his ankle on the soccer field, but Sam saw none of it.
“Sam, we have to get this!” Kurt was getting frustrated, even more so when Sam sat down on Kurt’s couch in his room.
“I need a sec.” Sam winced, rubbing his incredibly sore ankle.
“We don’t have a sec, Sam!”
“I need a sec, Kurt!” Sam said again, a little more frustrated.
“If we’re going to win this, we need to get the choreography, the notes, the outfits - it all has to be done by the competition! I need some level of commitment from you!”
Sam growled. “What part of ‘my foot is falling off’ do you not understand??” he asked. “Kurt, it hurts! It is not going to be the end of the world if we don’t win! Do you realize this?? But making this worse is not going to help anyone, least of all my parents, who just spent all their money on a divorce and can’t afford to take me to the hospital again!!”
Kurt’s face softened. “I’ll go get some ibuprofen for you and we can put on The Lion King, okay?” He was halfway up the stairs before he turned to look at Sam. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t wait for a response before running back up the stairs.
9. Jealousy
Sam loved that Kurt was back at McKinley. He loved it almost as much as he loved Kurt. But what Sam didn’t love so much was that Kurt was still friends with Blaine.
Now, Sam liked that Kurt had someone to go shopping with, and talk about Broadway with and do those types of things. But Sam just didn’t trust Blaine at all. So he usually ended up tagging along on these mall trips.
“See, I think you need this one.” Blaine held a shirt up to Kurt’s chest. “It would make you look gorgeous. Sam may need to watch out.” Blaine winked at Sam, who growled under his breath in response.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “We’ll be right back, Blaine. Find that one in my size.” He grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled him off to the side.
“What is your problem?”
“Me? Problem? I have no problem.”
“Yes, Sam, you clearly have a problem now tell me what the hell it is.”
“I just don’t like another guy flirting with my boyfriend. Is that really so bad?”
Kurt threw up his hands. “You are impossible, you know that?” he asked. “Blaine was not flirting with me!”
Sam crossed his arms, muttering something under his breath.
“What was that?” Kurt asked, annoyed.
“What if you decide that he’s better than I am and you dump me for him?” Sam asked quietly, chewing on his thumbnail. The smaller boy’s face softened.
“Sam, that’s not gonna happen. You’re annoying, and you’re kind of stupid sometimes. You don’t listen, you have anger problems, you chew your fingernails-” He paused to bat Sam’s hand away from his mouth. “And for god’s sake your dye job is horrible. But I love you. And only you.”
Sam smiled. “You made your point.”
“C’mon, idiot. Blaine’s waiting for us. And then I promise we’ll stop by the comic book store for you.”
Sam smiled and laced his fingers with Kurt’s. “By the way, I love you too.”
“I know.”
10a. Perfection
Sam thought Kurt looked best when he wasn’t trying. Like the time he was sick and Sam took care of him. His hair was all messed up, and he wore sweat pants and a cotton t-shirt, and he didn’t care at all. After he’d gotten better, he had begged Sam to forget that he had ever seen him in such a horrendous state, but Sam had thought it was adorable, and kind of sexy.
He absolutely adored it when he spent the night, because around 10PM, Kurt got tired and changed into his pajamas and stopped obsessing over his hair.
Sam loved when Kurt wasn’t trying to look good. That’s when he thought Kurt looked his best.
He liked it better when Kurt sang under his breath while washing the dishes, or doing his homework instead of in Glee club. When he sang to sing, and not to impress people, or beat out Rachel.
He found it adorable when Kurt’s room was a mess because he wasn’t expecting company.
He liked it best when Kurt wasn’t trying.
He also knew Kurt liked trying, so he decided not to say anything.
10b. Perfection
Sam wasn’t perfect. Kurt knew that. Kurt also knew that Sam tried desperately for him, and he loved that.
Sam never, ever, under any circumstances studied English or math with Kurt. He always let Kurt drive, because he didn’t drive that often, and therefore wasn’t all that good at it. He put his guitar away when Kurt walked into the room until he had gotten a song down perfectly.
He spent hours cooking dinner, so that if he mixed up something with his dyslexia - he figured out the difference between tsp and tbsp the hard way - he had time to fix it.
Normally, anyway. Today, he hadn’t had a chance to start dinner early. He’d lost track of time and fallen asleep. So he was in a panic, trying to fix his mistake. The recipe called for 2 teaspoons of Cajun spices. His brain had slid a 1 in front of that 2 and he’d almost smoked out the entire kitchen. He was in the middle of this panic, opening the window and starting over again when Kurt walked in the door.
Kurt’s heart melted, seeing color rise in Sam’s face. There was something - Kurt wasn’t quite sure what, and he was afraid to ask - in Sam’s hair, and his eyes were watery from smoking out the kitchen.
The brunette smiled fondly at his boyfriend. “I’ll let you take me out for dinner. After you get cleaned up.”
Author: ghostwriter93
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Author Notes: So... This has been in the making for about...two, three weeks? It took me much longer than it should have. But apparently my creativity decided to disappear for a few weeks.
Warning: Swearing and mentions of boysex.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, don't own Chicago or the quote used in the summary, don't own Pokemon, Zelda, or any other nerdy thing mentioned in this fic.
Summary: "Y'know how people have these little habits that getcha down?"
1. Video Games
Kurt should’ve known something was up when Sam said he was staying with his mom for the entire weekend. Kurt knew that Sam preferred to stay at his dad’s, especially on the weekends now that his mom had started going to a church in her ‘newly free time’ since the divorce. The countertenor didn’t even make the connection that his mom’s house was the one with the Wii.
He was mentally slapping himself for that as he lounged on ex-Mrs. Evans’s hideous couch, watching Sam fling his arm wildly to try and kill a pixilated enemy on the screen. Sam had muttered something about a sky and a sword and gone back to playing. Kurt was ninety-eight percent sure that Sam didn’t even know the plotline of the game, as there were about three long monologues with words that would’ve hurt Sam’s head but that didn’t deter the blonde from being completely engrossed in the game.
“Mercedes and I are going shopping this weekend,” Kurt said, playing with the nail file he’d found on the coffee table.
“Uh huh,” Sam grunted.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’ll get a pair of heels and walk around school in them.”
“Sure thing babe.”
He was starting to get annoyed. “And maybe I’ll get a skirt and become a cross-dresser.”
“Sure.”
“And I’ll run away to Vegas with Puck and Quinn and we’ll be a threesome while you’re here all alone playing your stupid game about a guy in a tunic!” At the last part, Kurt ripped the Wii remote out of Sam’s hands.
“Hey!!” Sam finally looked away from the TV. “What’s wrong with you??”
“Hello Samuel. I’m Kurt Hummel, your boyfriend. I am sitting here in a house with you. We are alone. Your mother is not home. And you would rather pay more attention to a collection of lights than to me! The question, Sam, is not what is wrong with me. The question is what is wrong with you??”
Sam was not happy when Kurt reset the game and lost all of his progress since the last auto-save, but to be fair, the proper response was probably not “can I have the controller back?”
2. Broadway
Sam was not an artist. Not at all. But Sam doodled. Only when he got bored, though.
“…and my theory is that…”
He wasn’t sure what was more pathetic, the fact that he was actually attempting to doodle, or the fact that he was doing a pretty damn good Jigglypuff from memory.
“…and Mimi and Rodger…”
Then again it’s not like Jigglypuff was a particularly complicated Pokémon. Basically just some circles and then kitty-style ears.
“…and then the entire I’ll Cover You reprise scene…”
Sam wondered if he could attempt Squirtle next. That would be a little more difficult than Jigglypuff.
“Sam, are you listening to me??”
Sam’s head snapped up from his notebook. “Huh?” Kurt glared at him.
“You’re not listening to my theories on RENT.”
“Nope.”
Kurt threw up his hands. “I don’t even know why I bother talking to you.”
“Because you love me.” Sam grinned at him sweetly.
“Well maybe you’d be more interested if I talked about…what is that? Neopet?”
“Pokémon.”
“Whatever.”
Sam sighed. “Yeah, actually I probably would be. Because I have no idea what you are saying! I don’t know who these people are! I don’t know who the hell Kiki-”
“Mimi.”
“My point!”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “I will go talk to Rachel about this.”
“Fine.”
Who the fuck named their kid Maureen these days anyway? Sam asked himself.
3. Sleep
Kurt was a morning person. He got out of bed every morning and he was showered, dressed to impress, and his hair was dried and teased to perfection before Carole was finished making breakfast, even on Saturdays.
Kurt didn’t even think about it when he was left home alone for the weekend. But to be fair, he wasn’t thinking about much besides getting Sam onto his bed.
It’s not like it was their first time, but it was Sam’s first time actually spending the night, and Kurt quickly found out that he and his boyfriend differed in more ways than he’d thought.
At 6:30, Kurt was starting to get slightly irritated. Sam was not really going to waste away the day, naked in bed. Well, okay. Sam was not really going to waste away the day, naked in bed, asleep.
By 7, Kurt was annoyed. He crossed his arms, standing over the blonde. He opened his mouth to say ‘Samuel, get your lazy ass up out of bed’, but his heart melted, looking at Sam. His blonde hair was all over the place, his cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was hanging open ever so slightly. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or anything else. Kurt sighed, pulling the covers up over Sam’s chest before walking off to go do some homework.
By the time 8am rolled around, Kurt was annoyed all over again, no matter how adorable Sam looked. He grabbed his pillow from the other side of the bed and smacked Sam hard with it, but he didn’t even stir. Kurt growled in frustration before stalking off again.
At 9, Kurt tried putting on some coffee. He knew Sam was practically addicted to the stuff, so he was hoping that the smell would wake him up.
At 10, he dumped a cup of ice water on the blonde. That worked pretty well.
4. Hair
Sam thought Kurt’s hair was pretty nice. It always looked really good, even under hats. But what he did not like was Kurt’s obsession with his hair.
Every time Sam tried to do something ‘coupley’ and mess it up, Kurt nearly snapped off his hand. And we won’t even talk about the time that he tugged Kurt’s hat down over his eyes. Kurt hadn’t spoken to him for the rest of the day.
Besides, Sam was pretty sure that it was not healthy for a sixteen year old boy to have three - count them, three cans of hairspray in his locker. Not to mention whatever the hell mousse was.
He also hated that Kurt felt it necessary to mess with it everywhere. Including the car.
“Kurt, for god sakes, we are about to go into a movie,” Sam said. “The lights will be out, and no one will even see your hair.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t look presentable, Sam.”
Sam scowled. He pulled up to the red light, then he grabbed the bottle of hairspray from Kurt, rolled down the window and pitched it out of the car with a throw that he’d only displayed before in football.
Kurt’s jaw dropped open, and he looked like Sam had just kicked his puppy. Sam didn’t regret it.
He didn’t regret it when Kurt told him to pull the car over and got out. He didn’t regret it when Kurt wouldn’t talk to him for the next three days.
He did, however regret it just a little when Kurt got him worked up and then said he ‘wasn’t in the mood’.
5. Sloppiness
Kurt wasn’t sure how he’d never been in Sam’s room at his mother’s house before, but he regretted ever walking in.
“What the actual hell?”
He was horrified. There were clothes everywhere, a few books scattered around, cups and plates on the floor, shoes without their matches in various places, the sheets on the bed were destroyed, and comic books on the floor at every turn.
“What?” Sam blinked in confusion.
“This place is a mess!”
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I know where everything is.”
“No, Sam, this is repulsive.”
“You do not have to be so uptight.” Sam leaned back against the headboard on his bed, his eyes concentrated on the video game in his hands.
“I am not being uptight!” Kurt said. “This is me being a human being with human senses and I think I just lost the sense of smell.”
“My gram lost her sense of taste for like, a year.”
Kurt cocked his head in confusion before shaking his head. “I’m getting out of here. When you straighten up, then I’ll think about coming back in here. I now see why we have sex at your dad’s house.”
6. Shopping
Sam did not enjoy feeling confused. He felt confused every day in school, so he most definitely didn’t enjoy feeling confused outside of school. Kurt Hummel, however, confused him.
“See, I like the way that this is cut. It draws attention to the collarbone.” The brunette was motioning to the shirt in his right hand with his left. “But it’s definitely not my color. I think I need more of a blue instead of a cerulean…”
Sam stared blankly at his boyfriend. “I have no idea what you are saying,” he said slowly, as if talking to a child.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Honestly Sam, do you even listen to me?” He grabbed another shirt off the rack before stalking off to the dressing rooms.
Sam rolled his eyes, following him. “It’s not my fault you’re talking nonsense!” he said.
“Oh and speaking in Na’vi isn’t nonsense.”
“I’m the one carrying your bags,” Sam said. “The way I see it, you’re supposed to be nice to me.”
“I owe you nothing,” Kurt laughed before disappearing into a dressing room.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m the one being dragged around town shopping. I don’t even like shopping, yet I’m here with you, watching you shop, and feeling like a moron every time I don’t understand something you say and you look at me like I’m a disgrace to every gay guy in the country, not to mention I’m carrying your bags around and I don’t even know what's in this one, but it’s heavy as hell.”
Kurt opened the door ever-so-slightly to give Sam his signature bitchface. “I’m not stopping you from leaving,” he said, before closing the door again.
He hadn’t actually expected Sam to leave, but he couldn’t say he was surprised.
7. Movies
This was quite possibly the most annoying thing about Sam. It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t find his geekiness endearing. He did. But it became slightly less adorable when the blonde started to talk in Na’vi or Elfish. It was beyond irritating when Sam looked like he was going to pee himself from excitement.
Kurt had refused to see this movie the first time around, no matter how much Finn begged. He did not want to see a movie about blue people. But Sam had given him no choice in the matter.
“This movie has no plot.” Kurt rubbed his temple.
“Shhh.” Sam waved at Kurt. “I like this part.”
“I don’t understand anything that’s going on here.”
“Because you won’t stop talking.”
“No, because it’s not making any sense! And y’know, that Firefly show you made me watch last week didn’t make any sense either. And neither did Star Trek.”
Sam scowled. “Then leave!” he said, frustrated.
“Fine!” He stood up, grabbed his bag and stormed out, making sure that there was a good, sound slam behind him as he left.
“Pain in the ass,” Sam muttered to himself, before sitting back and watching the movie.
8. Competition
“I’m fine, B,” Sam said, as the cheerleader sat down on the coffee table in front him, next to where his leg was propped up.
“I was worried about you.”Brittany frowned. “First your arm and now this.” She motioned to his twisted ankle. “You keep getting hurt, Sam.”
He smiled at her. “C’mere.” He held his arms out for an awkward hug, with his leg sticking out in front of him. The girl smiled brightly before hugging him tightly.
-
Duets Competition Round two. That’s what Mr. Schuester had called it. Sam preferred to call it the biggest headache of his life.
“Do you think that we should go with charcoal gray or stoney gray? I think the stone would really bring out your eyes, but it could possibly wash me out, so we might want to go with a green…” and “you’re going to have to hit that note. Do you think you can? I know it’s out of your range, but you’re gonna have to hit it if we want to win this” was all that Sam heard for an entire week and he was getting sick of it.
But the breaking point was the choreography. Kurt had said that he’d toned it down for Sam when he twisted his ankle on the soccer field, but Sam saw none of it.
“Sam, we have to get this!” Kurt was getting frustrated, even more so when Sam sat down on Kurt’s couch in his room.
“I need a sec.” Sam winced, rubbing his incredibly sore ankle.
“We don’t have a sec, Sam!”
“I need a sec, Kurt!” Sam said again, a little more frustrated.
“If we’re going to win this, we need to get the choreography, the notes, the outfits - it all has to be done by the competition! I need some level of commitment from you!”
Sam growled. “What part of ‘my foot is falling off’ do you not understand??” he asked. “Kurt, it hurts! It is not going to be the end of the world if we don’t win! Do you realize this?? But making this worse is not going to help anyone, least of all my parents, who just spent all their money on a divorce and can’t afford to take me to the hospital again!!”
Kurt’s face softened. “I’ll go get some ibuprofen for you and we can put on The Lion King, okay?” He was halfway up the stairs before he turned to look at Sam. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t wait for a response before running back up the stairs.
9. Jealousy
Sam loved that Kurt was back at McKinley. He loved it almost as much as he loved Kurt. But what Sam didn’t love so much was that Kurt was still friends with Blaine.
Now, Sam liked that Kurt had someone to go shopping with, and talk about Broadway with and do those types of things. But Sam just didn’t trust Blaine at all. So he usually ended up tagging along on these mall trips.
“See, I think you need this one.” Blaine held a shirt up to Kurt’s chest. “It would make you look gorgeous. Sam may need to watch out.” Blaine winked at Sam, who growled under his breath in response.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “We’ll be right back, Blaine. Find that one in my size.” He grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled him off to the side.
“What is your problem?”
“Me? Problem? I have no problem.”
“Yes, Sam, you clearly have a problem now tell me what the hell it is.”
“I just don’t like another guy flirting with my boyfriend. Is that really so bad?”
Kurt threw up his hands. “You are impossible, you know that?” he asked. “Blaine was not flirting with me!”
Sam crossed his arms, muttering something under his breath.
“What was that?” Kurt asked, annoyed.
“What if you decide that he’s better than I am and you dump me for him?” Sam asked quietly, chewing on his thumbnail. The smaller boy’s face softened.
“Sam, that’s not gonna happen. You’re annoying, and you’re kind of stupid sometimes. You don’t listen, you have anger problems, you chew your fingernails-” He paused to bat Sam’s hand away from his mouth. “And for god’s sake your dye job is horrible. But I love you. And only you.”
Sam smiled. “You made your point.”
“C’mon, idiot. Blaine’s waiting for us. And then I promise we’ll stop by the comic book store for you.”
Sam smiled and laced his fingers with Kurt’s. “By the way, I love you too.”
“I know.”
10a. Perfection
Sam thought Kurt looked best when he wasn’t trying. Like the time he was sick and Sam took care of him. His hair was all messed up, and he wore sweat pants and a cotton t-shirt, and he didn’t care at all. After he’d gotten better, he had begged Sam to forget that he had ever seen him in such a horrendous state, but Sam had thought it was adorable, and kind of sexy.
He absolutely adored it when he spent the night, because around 10PM, Kurt got tired and changed into his pajamas and stopped obsessing over his hair.
Sam loved when Kurt wasn’t trying to look good. That’s when he thought Kurt looked his best.
He liked it better when Kurt sang under his breath while washing the dishes, or doing his homework instead of in Glee club. When he sang to sing, and not to impress people, or beat out Rachel.
He found it adorable when Kurt’s room was a mess because he wasn’t expecting company.
He liked it best when Kurt wasn’t trying.
He also knew Kurt liked trying, so he decided not to say anything.
10b. Perfection
Sam wasn’t perfect. Kurt knew that. Kurt also knew that Sam tried desperately for him, and he loved that.
Sam never, ever, under any circumstances studied English or math with Kurt. He always let Kurt drive, because he didn’t drive that often, and therefore wasn’t all that good at it. He put his guitar away when Kurt walked into the room until he had gotten a song down perfectly.
He spent hours cooking dinner, so that if he mixed up something with his dyslexia - he figured out the difference between tsp and tbsp the hard way - he had time to fix it.
Normally, anyway. Today, he hadn’t had a chance to start dinner early. He’d lost track of time and fallen asleep. So he was in a panic, trying to fix his mistake. The recipe called for 2 teaspoons of Cajun spices. His brain had slid a 1 in front of that 2 and he’d almost smoked out the entire kitchen. He was in the middle of this panic, opening the window and starting over again when Kurt walked in the door.
Kurt’s heart melted, seeing color rise in Sam’s face. There was something - Kurt wasn’t quite sure what, and he was afraid to ask - in Sam’s hair, and his eyes were watery from smoking out the kitchen.
The brunette smiled fondly at his boyfriend. “I’ll let you take me out for dinner. After you get cleaned up.”