Fic: The Epic True Impending Love Story of Fishlips and Ladyface (Part Thirty-Seven)
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: *avoids the inevitable fruit storm headed her way* I AM SORRY, GUYS! I AM! LIFE HAS CAUGHT UP TO ME AND IS BEING A MASSIVE BITCH! So...I come bearing a new chapter and some news. I'm in the second semester of my senior year and I need to adjust to my new classes. It's more than last semester, so... Not to worry, I do have the next five chapters written, but I would like to finish the entire story before I post anything...So, a chapter a week? That reasonable? And when I finally get it done, one every day. Thanks for hanging in there with me. I love you guys. <3
In Which Sam is Not Elphaba, Whoever the Hell That Is
After the Thanksgiving break had ended, the club began working overtime towards their Sectionals. When Schue had announced their competition, a girl’s reform school and a school of old folks going back to get their GEDs, no one was particularly worried. However Rachel, in typical Rachel fashion reminded them of the looming threat of Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals, so no one really argued when Schue moved practices to four times a week.
Currently though, Sam regretted not speaking up when he had had the chance. Four afterschool practices a week meant six excruciating hours in an enclosed space with Kurt and Blaine acting all lovey-dovey.
“Shoot me.” He muttered to Puck, watching Blaine whisper softly into Kurt’s ear.
“Wish I could, but I don’t have a gun on me at the moment. Besides, the Golden Couple’s duet isn’t that bad.” He added, referring to Finn and Rachel’s practice in front of them, some kind of sappy love duet that they were famous for.
“It’s not that.”
Puck followed Sam’s gaze. “Dude, I’m going to get you blinders. You know that it’s a stupid idea for you to watch them. Quinn’s not even here to give you any of that sentimental bullshit to make you feel better about your pathetic existence.”
“Of all of the days for her to call in sick…”He trailed off. “I can’t look away.”
Puck sighed deeply and grabbed his head, wrenching it to face the room straight in front of him. “That better?”
“You’re a true friend, Puckerman.”
“You’re a jerk, Evans.”
Finn and Rachel finished their duets, not that anyone else cared, and Schuester took that as an opportunity to take control of the room. “All right, I think we’re going to call it-“
“Mr. Schue, if I may?”
Sam tried to turn his head in the direction of the voice, but Puck’s hands held strong and kept his head in place.
“Yes Kurt?”
“I know that we’ve already chosen our songs for Sectionals, but there’s something that I’d-that we’d-really like to sing.”
“By all means.”
Kurt and Blaine entered Sam’s field of vision. He tried to ignore the way Kurt watched his boyfriend adoringly as Blaine took his place behind him, hand resting lightly on his waist.
“The song that we’re going to sing, it means a lot to me. I haven’t had the chance or the partner to sing it with in the past, but now that I do, I’m going to take advantage of it. I hope you enjoy it.”
The band started up a dark, haunting melody. Kurt slowly turned around to face Blaine, a strange expression of wonder on his face. Sam knew this wouldn’t be good at all.
Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not forsee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hands suddenly, holding them fiercely to his chest as he sang the next verse. Sam felt Puck’s hands loosen slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn away.
And just for this moment
As long as you’re mine
I’ve lost all resistance
And crossed some border line
And if it turns out
It’s over too fast
I’ll make every last moment last
As long as you’re mine
Blaine brought Kurt’s hands up to his lips and kissed them gently, raising a hand to his cheek.
Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's up that I fell
Kurt joined in with Blaine for the next verse. Sam morbidly conceded that they sounded pretty good together. Not nearly as good as he and Kurt did, but good nonetheless.
Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time
Blaine desperately grasped at Kurt’s waist pulling him closer. Sam almost couldn’t bare to watch, but it was like a car crash: he couldn’t look away.
Say there's no future
For us as a pair
Kurt looped his own arms around Blaine’s neck, helping him finish out the song with a coy smile.
And though I may know
I don't care
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine
Kurt pulled away slightly, panting.
Blaine watched him, concerned. “What is it?”
Kurt smiled humorlessly. “It’s just for the first time, I feel…wicked.”
Blaine grinned at that and pulled Kurt into a kiss. The rest of the club burst into raucous applause.
Why couldn’t Sam look away? He was sure he looked wrecked and knew he needed to get out of the room as quickly as possible, but he couldn’t force his legs to work.
Santana glanced up at him, smirking. “Aw, Sammy, you’re looking a bit like Elphaba.”
He sputtered. “No I’m-Who the hell is Elphaba?”