Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High (9/?)

Mar 24, 2011 17:55

Title: Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. In fact, I own nothing by Stephen Sondheim. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.

Summary: Sam Evans has a dilemma. The school musical is Sweeney Todd. But he wants to sink his teeth into a bigger role than Anthony Hope. This is the story of Sam's audition, the rehearsal process, and performance of Sweeney Todd, as he falls for Kurt. Slash.

A/N: Okay, here is all of chapter 9!!! Enjoy you guys. I would like to thank all of my amazing readers, you make writing this fic a pure joy. Thanks, you guys.

Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/155740.html#cutid1

Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/157533.html#cutid1

Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/164607.html#cutid1

Chapter 4: community.livejournal.com/samkurt/168549.html#cutid1

Chapter 5: community.livejournal.com/samkurt/174996.html#cutid1

Chapter 6: community.livejournal.com/samkurt/175973.html#cutid1

Chapter 7: community.livejournal.com/samkurt/179660.html

Chapter 8: community.livejournal.com/samkurt/195077.html

Chapter 9: And The Winner Is...

Well. Today’s the day. Sam stared at himself closely in the mirror, fixing his hair. He wanted to look perfect. Today was the audition. Sam was happy to be able to say that working with Kurt over the past few weeks had been bliss. With the majority of their issues resolved, Kurt and Sam made up for the lost time, working incredibly hard to prepare for the audition. They rehearsed everyday after school, growing incredibly close to each other as the audition date began to grow closer and closer. They were inseparable now; the two, as well as Mercedes and some of the other glee kids, sat with each other during every lunch, as well as during classes. They were repeatedly caught passing notes, and would giggle about the most uninterpretable things. They would be texting constantly, and when they weren’t together, Sam would be found talking to Quinn about Kurt, while Kurt was off giggling with Mercedes about Sam. The only issue of tension revolved around Blaine. Sam had still not made the connection between his ex-boyfriend and the boy who had stolen Kurt’s heart. Kurt was none the wiser in regards to the same situation. The two generally refused to mention “The Incident,” as they had dubbed it. “The Incident” was far too personal for either of them to really talk about it, so they skipped over it. Aside from that little issue, they had truly become best friends, in all sense of the phrase. They were inseparable.

Their number was almost perfect. All the talent and dedication was there; both partners had worked diligently to make up for the lost time. Kurt was a flawless Mrs. Lovett. He was ever the character actor, constantly shaping and reshaping his performance in the song. He had a refined style which matched his drive and talent; he was Kurt Hummel. He was the most amazing person Sam had ever known.

Sam had improved greatly. His Sweeney became refined, calculating even. It had been a steady improvement from the somewhat shaky performance Sam had exhibited earlier on in the preparation process. Somewhere between the moment the two continued their partnership and the audition day, Sam became the character. He was no longer Sam Evans playing Sweeney Todd. He was Sweeney. It was a remarkable thing. He was patient yet showed a deadly venom to his lines, which came out bitterly in the audition song. Sam smiled at the memory of Kurt from the night before, when he had expressed his gratitude and appreciation. Kurt had told him how proud he was of Sam; how his incredibly hard work had paid off in an incredible audition. Sam bubbled at the praise. He was proud of himself, but hearing Kurt praise him made the work worth the effort.

Well, it was time to go. Sam tilted his head one more time before turning to his bed. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, letting the towel clinging to his musculature fall to the floor. Sam examined himself in his bedroom mirror, noting his lean shape. He turned slightly, taking in his backside. Satisfied, Sam began to slip his briefs on, before getting dressed for the day. This is it. Time to kick ass.
....

The sun shone through the windshield, glinting off the clear glass. The light twinkled softly as the black Navigator slowly pulled in the parking spot. The car hummed slightly for a moment before the engine ceased it's silent rumble, and the front door to the car slowly opened. From the confines of the car stepped the young boy, hair perfectly swept off of his face, a permanent expression of superiority on his pale face. Kurt Hummel was dressed for success. He wore his favorite outfit, designer glasses covering his piercing glare. This Kurt was not a victim. Dressed in this way, the confident air oozing from him, Kurt had truly become the HBIC of McKinley High.

He began the long trek from his car to the front doors of McKinley, slowing down as he noticed the Neanderthals gathered around the dumpster. He sighed to himself. Not today. This couldn't be happening today. This was supposed to be his day, his greatest success. He had worked so extremely hard up until this point. He would let nothing take this away from him. Nothing.

Kurt tilted his head upward, and began to walk towards the jocks. He shook his head as he noticed David Karofsky, the seeming head of this particular assault, approaching the brunette. The heavy jock grinned menacingly as he stopped the smaller boy in his tracks.

"What do you want, Karofsky?" Kurt attempted to remain calm, a steady tone permeating his voice.

"Word is your gonna play a girl in the school musical, fairy."

"Actually, I haven't gotten the part yet, Neanderthal. But yes, you will probably see me up on stage as Mrs. Lovett. Now, if you'll excuse me," Kurt attempted to continue moving past the towering boy. He was stopped by the jocks blundering words.

"Hey, faggot. You like wearing dresses, don't you? You like being a girl, don't you?"

"Actually, I love being male. I am, however, in touch with my feminine side. Something your pathetic, inbreed mind must find incredibly convoluted and impossible to understand. Now, please excuse me, I have to get to my loc-"

Kurt suddenly felt the heavy weight of a fist slamming into his stomach. The brunette doubled over in pain as Karofsky roared, calling on the other jocks to join him. The larger boys surrounded Kurt, pulling him to his feet, preparing to ceremoniously lift him high over their heads, to carry him to his place at the bottom of the dumpster. As the jocks raised him in the air, a shout cried out, halting the actions of the jocks.

Standing before the group, stopping their progress to the dumpster, stood the twelve other members of New Directions. The group was lead by Sam, who marched over towards Karofsky, flanked by Finn and Puck.

"Drop him. Now." Sam was pissed. He closed his hand into a fist, threatening the other jock.

"Make me, Evans."

Sam smiled menacingly before kneeing Karofsky in the stomach. The larger jock grunted, dropping Kurt. The countertenor screamed in fright as he fell, before landing in Sam's outstretched arms. He, unconsciously, snuggled into the warmth of Sam's embrace, tearing slightly. The other guys of New Directions moved to hold off the infuriated Neanderthals, while Sam brought Kurt over to the girls, who flocked to their favorite diva. Quinn and Mercedes moved to help Kurt, while Santana ran towards the jocks with cries of, "I'll castrate them, I swear I will!"

Sam gently laid Kurt down, leaning down to brush his bangs from his face. He smiled at the brunette, who smiled back at him.

"You okay?"

Kurt smiled at the blond jock. "You saved me."

Sam grinned back sheepishly. "It was no big deal. Can you stand?"

Kurt nodded, slowly standing with the help of Quinn and Mercedes. He grinned once more at Sam before making his way into McKinley. Sam grinned before turning back to he jocks behind him. The others had apparently fled, leaving Karofsky on the ground, slowly getting to his knees. Sam shook his head before continuing on.

.....

"I wanted to congratulate you."

"Excuse me?"

"I said that I wanted to congratulate you."

"What for?"

"I'm really happy for you."

Kurt turned, completely lost. He glared at the smaller diva before him, wondering what she could possibly be talking about. He had been getting something from his locker before he had been assaulted by Rachel Berry, who was strangely happy for him. For what reason, Kurt had no idea.

"You're happy that I am going to beat you out for Mrs. Lovett?"

Rachel scoffed. "Like that will happen. But if it does, so be it. Finn and I could always use some healthy competition."

"Competition for what? Finn's auditioning for Anthony, not Sweeney."

"It's hard being the ‘it’ couple all the time, Kurt."

"First off, you and Finn are not the ‘it’ couple. Second off: what the hell are you talking about?"

"You and Sam. I'm really happy for you Kurt. You finally found your soul mate."

Now Kurt was baffled. "What are you talking about?"

"You and Sam getting together, silly! I admit, I was a little surprised, and slightly hurt that you never told me, but I'm happy."

"Sam and I are not together, Rachel. Have you been taking Vitamin D again?"

"You're not? But I could have sworn-"

"Sam is straight, Rachel. And even if he isn't, I'm with Blaine now."

"Okay then..."

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Only that Sam is so not straight, that's all."

"He is straight, Rachel. As much as I would like it otherwise, that's not happening."

"He likes you, Kurt."

"We're partners, Rach. Of course he likes me. We've become friends now."

"I just hope you know what you're missing..."

Rachel laughed, skipping away from Kurt. The other diva rolled his eyes, still pondering Rachel's words. Sam couldn't like him. Could he?

As Kurt turned back to his locker, he didn't notice Rachel stop at the end of the hallway, where Quinn stood waiting for her. The blond and brunette stood for a moment, surveying their handiwork before moving on.

....

"Spill, Lady. What's up with you and Lady Lips?"

Kurt sighed, irritated. He whirled to face Santana, who was standing next to him at the sink in the girls' bathroom. The Latina was fixing her makeup when she spotted the male diva enter the girls bathroom, heading into one of the stalls. She cornered him on his way out, while he was washing his hands.

"First off, I'm a guy. If you want ms to prove it, I will. Calling me Lady is rude and homophobic. Call me Porcelain, like Coach Sylvester does."

"Homophobic is a type of dog. Right, San?"

Santana nodded sweetly at the blonde girl standing next to her. Brittany nodded back at the Latina, satisfied.

"Right. I'm just laying things out for what they are. You want to play a girl part. I'm calling you Lady."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Besides, what about your thing with Britt?"

Santana grew pale and sullen. "That's different."

"In what way?" Kurt smiled cloyingly.

"I don't want to make lady babies with her. I dig me some-"

"San! That hurts. Stop squeezing my arm so hard. San..." Brittany whined. Santana grew red and released Brittany's arm. Kurt smirked at her.

"You were saying?"

"Anyway, that's completely irrelevant, Lady. I was asking you about you and the fake blond Adonis you call your partner."

Kurt blushed furiously at the description of the blond jock. "Nothing's going on. We're just friends."

"You keep telling yourself that."

"Sam is straight, Santana. He's with Quinn."

"Since when? Ken and Barbie have been over and done with for ages now. I thought you were such a gossip. I am shocked."

"But they're always around each other and-"

"So what? Trust me. Quinn is not longing at Sam in any way close to the way she stares at Puck. It's pathetic."

"Sam's still straight, San."

"Um, did you see him this morning? He freaking swept your hair off of your face. Off of your face, Hummel. Plus, no straight guy would walk out of the house with that obvious of a dye job."

Santana zipped her makeup kit and, putting in her purse, turned and swept from the girls bathroom. Brittany followed her, waving goodbye to Kurt. Kurt stood, perplexed. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder...
...

The Latina made her way through the crowd, stopping next to the other blonde. The two rivals stood, watching the crowds move onward. The blonde tilted her head, before the Latina responded to the unspoken question.

"He's still hesitant. He thinks Sam is straight. I can't talk sense into him."

The other blonde nodded slowly. "It's fine. We'll get there. Eventually."

"You owe me."

The blonde nodded again. The Latina smirked coldly before asking, "Does Sam know?"

The blonde shook her head. "It's a surprise."

"Well, we've got our work cut out for us. I expect some form of repayment by the end of the week, Q."

Quinn Fabray nodded, before parting ways with Santana. The Latina stared off at the blonde walking away before turning her thoughts to another blonde.

...

“This is disgusting,” Kurt complained as he watched the grey sludge known as cafeteria food dribble from his spoon back into the bowl he was eating from. He shivered, eying the amorphous puddle on his tray.

“I know something more disgusting,” Sam answered back to Kurt’s remark as he sat down next to the countertenor. He placed his tray on the table and looked intently at the other boy.

Kurt rolled his eyes before muttering sarcastically, “Pray. Do tell.”

Sam stifled his giggling as he answered. “Well, they must be better than the Worst Pies, in London!”

Sam laughed, singing out into the busy cafeteria. Kurt rolled his eyes more dramatically than before. “You are humiliating. Do you know that?”
“Yes, but you love me anyway.”

“Not for long, if you keep it up.”

Sam pouted, his lips looking plumper than ever. “I know you can’t resist my sad puppy look,” he said as his eyes glazed over in an attempt to sway Kurt. The diva looked straight ahead before laughing once more.

“Fine, I give up. Go ahead. Take me, I’m yours!” Kurt mimed fainting, laughing as he finished the quote from Forum. Sam laughed, flicking a bit of popcorn at him. The piece flew through the air, landing in his hair. Kurt froze for a moment before lifting his hand to his hair. Sam looked half terrified, yet was holding back from giggling.

“This is war, Samuel Evans. Be prepared to be conquered,” Kurt grinned mischievously as he continued to eat, flicking the popcorn from his hair.

“Wait- what are you doing?”

Kurt smiled knowingly. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

“But I-”

“Move on over, white boy,” Mercedes said as she sat down next to Kurt, forcing him to move down. Sam looked up, relieved to see the rest of New Directions coming over to join them. He moved over for Rachel, still eyeing Kurt about what he could possible be up to. He noticed, however, Kurt was no longer looking at him, but at Rachel. He seemed puzzled about something. Intrigued. Interesting.

“So, who here is excited about today’s audition?” Rachel looked around, eager to start a conversation on her favorite topic. Sam nodded, chewing on his burger.

“I’m actually really excited. Well, nervous. But still excited. I just hope everything goes well.”

Rachel smiled encouragingly at Sam. “You’re auditioning for Sweeney, right? And Kurt for Lovett?”

As Sam nodded, Santana snorted. Sam looked at her confused. Kurt buried his head, already seemingly aware of what was coming.

“You’re auditioning for opposite roles as well? Wow, I was right.” The Latina laughed once more, before motioning for Brittany to follow her. The two girls left together, pinkies locked in a link as always. Sam was puzzled by the Latina’s sudden outburst. He looked over at Kurt, who was staring at the two Cheerios retreating from the lunch area. He had a perplexed look on his face. Sam pulled out his phone, sending a quick message to Kurt. He read it over once, checking for spelling issues. He had to proof read his texts because of his dyslexia. It didn’t really help, but it made him feel better that he took the time to do it. He pressed send, waiting for a response.

Ding! Kurt looked down at his phone. He had a new text from Sam. Kurt eyed the blond oddly; they were sitting right across from each other. He waited for the phone to unlock before smiling at the words before him. Aer you okya Kurtie bear? Whast wrng?

He spelled my name right. Out of all of the words, he spelled mine correctly. Kurt felt tears of joy slowly springing up in the corners of his eyes. He wiped his eyes quickly before sending back a text, reassuring Sam that everything was fine. He smiled reassuringly at the blond. Sam smiled back, before turning to Quinn. He said something about having to go to the bathroom, and the two good friends left the table. Rachel murmured something about vocal scales, dragging Finn behind her. Kurt sighed before standing to leave the table with Mercedes.

“So, are you excited at all? You’re very quiet. Is everything okay?” Kurt looked at his friend, wondering why she was so quiet.

Mercedes sighed herself, before dumping her empty plate into the trash can. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay.”

“Come on, ‘Cedes. I can tell something’s wrong. What’s up?”

“Well, I’m really excited for you and everything. I know you’re going to nail that audition, and I’m happy about that.”

“There’s a but, isn’t there.” Kurt looked up at her. She nodded wistfully.

“Yeah. I’m nervous about my own audition and stuff. I’ve never really had a big role before. I want one so badly, I’m just nervous about screwing things up.”

Kurt understood perfectly. While he never got stage fright, and probably never would, he could relate to people being afraid of the future. He understood her anxiousness perfectly.

“You’ll do fine, ‘Cedes. You are super talented, and one of the most amazing singers I know. Mr. Schue would be crazy to deny you a part. Trust me.”

The two friends smiled at each other for a moment. “Thanks, Kurt. You truly are a great friend.”

“I learn from the best, ‘Cedes.”

....

“Okay, what the hell is going on?”
“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”

“What was going on back there? Why was everyone acting all weird?”

“Um, maybe because the auditions are today? Maybe because people are nervous? Maybe because we all saved Kurt from a major dumpster dive this morning?”

“But what was Santana referring to? I know something’s up, Q.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, irritated. Sam had followed her out of the lunch area, before ambushing her about what was going on with Kurt. She was playing innocent. He didn’t need to know what she was scheming about in the background. If he would just let her do her thing, everything would be resolved.

“Look, Sam. Everything is fine. I don’t know what was going on with Rachel and Santana. Just ignore them.”

Sam smiled. Quinn truly was his best friend at McKinley. “Thanks, Q. I'll try to ignore them. I just want everything to be perfect. I-” Sam glanced around him, making sure they were alone. “I'm going to ask him out after the audition.”

“You’re what?” Quinn looked completely flustered.

“I’m going ask him out. Is that a problem? Sam asked, eyeing her.

“Aside from the fact that he has a boyfriend? No, no problem here at all.” Quinn grabbed onto Sam's arm, keeping his attention on her. “You cannot mess this up, Sam.”

Sam thought for a moment. He did want to do it, he truly did. He wasn't afraid anymore. He was ready to let Kurt know his true feelings. However, a nagging voice in his mind kept repeating Kurt's final words to him from the fateful duet. Someone that the world deems more appropriate. It made Sam pause and think about what he was prepared to do. He was going to risk his friendship with Kurt. He couldn't let that happen.

“Fine. You're right, I shouldn't. I won't, don't worry.”
....

Kurt sat at the piano in the choir room, his voice soaring higher and higher. He had an hour before his audition, and figured that his free period would be best spent warming up before the audition.

He wasn't all that nervous. He was Kurt Hummel; he didn't get nervous. He was excited to show the group what he could do. He was tired of being shove into the background, tired of simply swaying behind Rachel. Now was the time to prove his talent to the world. He was ready for this.

He turned his thoughts briefly towards Sam. The blond had seemed fine during lunch, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He had felt it. His discussions with Rachel and Santana had fueled the fires of his suspicion. Something was up. He just didn't know what.

“Hey. Can we talk for a moment?”

Kurt glanced up towards the door frame. Quinn stood, gripping the side of the door, leaning into the room. Kurt nodded to his friend, patting the seat beside him on the piano bench. The Cheerio made her way over, sinking down beside him.

“So, what’s up?” Kurt turned to face Quinn, wondering what this could be about. Quinn took a deep breath, and seemingly pushed out her thoughts, as if they were weighed down on her breast.

“I heard from Santana that you were confused about my status with Sam. Relationship wise, I mean,” Quinn added as Kurt looked up to her, confused. Kurt nodded, understanding. He was confused about Quinn and Sam. He had thought they were still dating, but apparently they had been over for months. What was the truth?

“I’m not dating Sam. I haven’t dated Sam since the day the two of you agreed to be partners for the audition. I don’t want to go into the explanation of that, because it’s really none of my business to tell you. I just wanted to tell you- trust your instincts, Kurt. Whatever you feel is right at the moment, go for it. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. You matter, Kurt. I say this as your friend, and as a fellow member of New Directions. You are special, Kurt. Incredibly special. Hopefully one day you’ll stop second guessing yourself and just go for the things you want.”

Quinn stood, walking towards the rows of chairs in the back of the room as the rest of the club filed in. Kurt sat, dazed, thinking about what she had said. He then stood and made his way over, sitting down next to Mercedes. He watched as Sam entered the room and made his way over to the empty seat next to Kurt. He smiled.

Will Schuester stood before the group, writing a numbered list on the board. He turned, looking excited.
“Okay, everyone! I am really excited to see what you guys have to offer here. I know a lot of you have worked extremely hard, and I can’t wait to see the results. So, first up: Santana.” Will took a seat as the Latina made her way to the front of the room.

“Okay, so I watched the movie and I thought Turpin was totally right. I mean, Lucy was banging. And it’s Johnny Depp, he deserved to be carted away. Anyway, let’s do this.”

Santana cued in Brad, the pianist. He rolled his eyes before beginning the first notes of the introduction. Kurt’s eyes widened; he sat up slightly as he recognized the song, glancing around before noticing Rachel’s incredibly similar reaction. The Latina grinned before beginning to sing.

“I shall marry the miller's son,
Pin my hat on a nice piece of property.
Friday nights, for a bit of fun,
We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...”

Santana smirked, a devilish look gracing her face. She threw off her jacket, beginning to strut across the room. Kurt cat-called, as the others started laughing.

“It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass
And I'll trip the light fandango,
A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.
It's a very short road
From the pinch and the punch
To the paunch and the pouch
And the pension.
It's a very short road
To the ten thousandth lunch
And the belch and the grouch
And the sigh.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And a lot in between
In the meanwhile.
And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.”

Santana then grew solemn again, ceasing her extraneous movement. She stood still, singing quietly to the rest of the club.

“Or I shall marry the businessman,
Five fat babies and lots of security.
Friday nights, if we think we can,
We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...”

Once again, the Latina began to smile, once again prancing about the room, this time coming over to the chairs, playing the song up to her small audience.

“It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets
And I'll foot the highland fancy,
A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye.
It's a very short fetch
From the push and the whoop
To the squint and the stoop
And the mumble.
It's not much of a stretch
To the cribs and the croup
And the bosoms that droop
And go dry.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed
To be sampled and seen
In the meanwhile.
And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.”

And, like the previous times, Santana grew solemn. She channeled herself into the quieter, softer part of the song, emotion seeping through.

“Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales,
Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals.
Friday nights, with him all in tails,
We'll have dancing.
Meanwhile...”

This time, the refrain was different. She no longer flitted about, but stood in one place, power echoing from her stance. As she belted the last notes of the song, Santana’s grin grew until in engulfed the room infectiously.

“It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing un-
Der the table.
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed,
There's a lot I'll have missed
But I'll not have been dead
When I die!
And a person should celebrate everything
Passing by.

And I shall marry the miller's son...”

Santana let the soft last notes of the song hang in the air, dying out. As the applause began, she glanced over in Brittany’s direction before bowing. Will stood, clapping enthusiastically.

“That, my friends, was an audition! Really great job, Santana. You should be proud.” Santana smirked at the teacher’s words before finding her seat next to the blonde cheerleader, linking pinkies once more.

“Okay, next we have Rachel. Come on up and- yes, Kurt?” Will asked as he noticed Kurt’s hand raised politely. Kurt nodded in thanks before speaking.

“Mr. Schuester? I’m not sure what number Sam and I are on your list, but we need a little prep time beforehand. Do you think we could run outside to prepare really quickly?”

As Will nodded, Kurt grabbed Sam’s hand, helping him up. The two quickly walked from the room in time to hear Rachel beginning to go on about the difference between Patti Lupone and Angela Lansbury’s performances.

“It’s a shame- I actually was interested in what she had to say this time,” Kurt murmured as the door closed behind him. He turned to face Sam, thoughts swimming through his head. He was dating Blaine. He liked Blaine. Blaine was nice to him. Blaine didn’t push him to be anything he wasn’t. Blaine was safe, proper. Daper, almost. He was a true Prince Charming. He should be happy with Blaine. Then why wasn’t he? Why was he suddenly dreaming about Sam again? Sam, who he had liked before. Sam, who had broken his heart already. Sam, who was his best male friend, who cared for him like no other. Sam would never hurt him. Could never hurt him. Sam was always there for him. He was a great friend, yet why should he trust him? Sam had- oh, enough with the excuses! He liked Sam. That much was clear. However, something else was clear as well- he was with Blaine. It would be wrong to act on any feelings before ending things with Blaine. Besides, Sam may not even like me, Kurt thought. He may just want to be friends.

He was done with thinking about it. He was dating Blaine now. He liked Blaine. No matter what happens, I will let nature run its course with Blaine...

"You okay?" Kurt turned his attention back to Sam once more. The other boy looked somewhat confused.

"Yeah, I'm good. You ready for this?"

Sam nodded slowly. "Ready as ever. How about you? You look a little nervous-"

"I'm Kurt Hummel, I don't get nervous- sorry, didn't mean to... you know. Snap at you like that."

Sam stared at Kurt for a moment. "Kurt, there's something I kind of wanted to ask you-"

"Please, not right now Sam. No distractions."

"But I-"

"No, Sam. No means no."

"I just want to-"

"No!" Kurt stopped, realizing how harsh he had sounded. "Look, it's not that I don't want to listen. I just think we should push everything aside until after our audition. Can you respect that?"

Sam nodded. "Of course I can. Sorry for pushing you, Kurt."

Sam watched as Kurt turned back to the door, looking in to room as Rachel finished Worst Pies. He smiled. Everything will be fine. We just have to work it out together.

"Hey, Kurt?"

Kurt murmured slightly, indicating that he was listening. "Yeah?"

"You're going to be great out there." Kurt turned back to Sam. A smile slowly formed on his lips.

"So are you. Break a leg."

And as Kurt turned back towards the door, Sam made a decision. He leaned forward and turned Kurt back to him. He sighed as their lips pressed together. The two stood, one bending down slightly, their mouths connected. Kurt leaned into Sam, widening the kiss slightly. It seemed to extend towards infinity. Finally, the two released each other. Although Kurt knew he was going to have to figure things out, at this moment, everything was perfect. He smiled up at Sam, feeling the lingering taste of the blond on his lips. Sam grinned back at him.

"You too."

author: arpad07, character: santana lopez, ship: sam/kurt, ship: sam/kurt/blaine, character: quinn fabray, character: rachel berry, character: sam evans, character: kurt hummel

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