text space; a fluffy hevans fic

May 14, 2011 02:44

Title: Text Space
Author: sleepinnude
Rating: PG?
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Warning: None; references to Paranormal Activities
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Glee, nor anything from Paranormal Activity
Summary: It's nearly three AM and Kurt can't sleep.
Author Notes: New to the comm! *waves* Also, apologies for any misrepresentation in the issue of dyslexia and texting. This is a pointless little blurb that fits into a series of vignettes I'm writing about the courtship of Kurt and Sam. ^^ Hope you enjoy it!


The night is chewing away to morning. Kurt is still awake so he’s caught in the tight-chested, fuzzy feeling that comes from watching the digits of his clock-radio burn their way through two AM. He tilts his head back so it knocks dully against the headboard and the atmosphere seems to buzz before his eyes.

He can’t sleep.

Obviously.

And he could always just… The iPhone is balanced on his stomach, shifting slightly as he inhales-exhales with increasing exhaustion deepening the breaths. He could always just text Sam. Except that it was nearing three-thirty in the morning so it was highly unlikely that he would be awake to receive the text. And Sam didn’t like to text at all, really, so… But he always texted Kurt back, even if it was about something stupid and inconsequential. And this was all his fault, after all…

Sighing and already chastising his silliness, Kurt activates the screen and taps a text out to Sam: i just want you to know that while you are currently sleeping soundly, and will get this text after a full night of sleep, i am sitting in bed thinking about demons coming in and dragging me off into the attic. this is all your fault and i hate you.

He sends the text and scuttles to actually lie down, iPhone idling next to him. He would just think about things other than the actual plot of the movie. Like the way Sam had only laughed softly and tugged him closer to his side when he leapt at the scarier moments. And the way he caught the other boy watching him instead of the movie half-way through. The way he had done the same thing, trading the Ouija board burning in favor of the blue light playing with the features of Sam’s face. The soft brush of the bridge of Sam’s nose against his cheek when they hugged goodbye. THE FUCKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE POWDER, OH GOD.

Kurt lets out a half-frustrated, half-frightened whine and digs himself deeper under the comforter. This is so not okay. Logically, he’s very aware of the fact that there are no demons in his house.

Most likely.

And then his phone vibes, sending the springs of his mattress springing from the vibrations and Kurt nearly screams. He blows out a breath and picks up the phone, hands still shaking from the sudden burst of adrenaline. “Sammy,” he murmurs with a soft, disbelieving smile when he reads off the screen. He accesses the text and the smile grows to a full blown grin. aw, i’m soryr dude. dont hate me! i coud protevt you tho.

Kurt rolls over onto his back, holding the phone above him as he his fingers skim over the screen, scripting out his response. i just wanted you to know that you’re evil. and you could not protect me. all you would be able to do is flounder in your guilt, shame and sorrow once i was nothing but a demon-eaten memory. He sent the text with a smile, settling the phone back down, nestled on his collarbone.

-

A few miles away, sprawled out on his stomach in bed, Sam’s eyes are locked on his phone where it’s sitting on his pillow. When the screen lights up and the sound of two lightsabers clashing rings out, a wide grin breaks out on his face and he scoops the device up. He reads the message and can’t help but to laugh a little, nodding. Classic Kurt. morbid, he texts back, crooked smile propping up on one side, id be devestated for sure. ill jsut have to be sure taht the demon cannt get tto you then. llokos like we gotta bunk togehter :)

The “Message Sent!” is already flashing over the screen by the time Sam regrets sending it. “Frak,” he mutters to the dazed drone of summer at half through three AM. Well, so much for being easy-going and not moving too fast and freaking Kurt out. Tipping his head forward, he sighed into his pillow, one hand brushing through his bangs.

Letting out a frustrated sound, he pushed onto his elbows and snatched his phone up again, planning on texting a “sorry, dude. unfunny joke is unfunny” message off to Kurt before forcing himself to sleep instead of spiraling into wallowing over his own stupidity and humiliation. Before he can even open a new text though, lightsabers are meeting and a bright blush heats over his cheeks. “Well…” he sighs out before just opening the message.

no way in hell, evans. you cuddle enough in the waking world. you’d suffocate me after one night and the demons would be the least of my worries.

Sam blinks at the screen, mostly sure that Kurt was just joking. Which meant… he had taken that far better than Sam could have hoped for. He’s giving a light laugh and trying to think of what to say in response -probably a fake at hurt- when there’s another vibe.

however. it would ensure that the demons stay away… i accept. :]

Sam smiles wide and the heat-humming silence is broken by his laughter.

-

Pressing his lips together so tightly they ache, Kurt is making a detailed argument in his head of the benefits of giggling and blushing versus those of burying his face into his pillow and never coming out again. Holy hell, this is so… “Crap,” he says, licking his lips as he decided. Sam was just being the jokey, goofy, affable guy that he was and was just teasing him and Kurt just messed that all up and it would be awkward from now on and he would lose the person who was becoming his best friend at McKinley and-

Then his phone vibrates from where he dropped it onto his pillow. He stares at the screen until the back-light flickers off before he realizes that he’s just being silly again. Whatever Sam sent was sent and him not reading it wouldn’t change it any. So he rolled over onto his stomach and opened the message.

ddue, i wikll cuddle the crap outtas you and keeep the demons awayl. ahnytime. :)

Kurt promptly forgets the debate he was building up in his head and just goes straight for the giggling and blushing giddily. He’s still grinning wide as he settles his chin on the pillow, just rereading the text until the screen fades again and he taps it to write out his response.

A few miles away, Sam is grinning stupidly up at his ceiling, phone pressed to his chest. When the message tone cuts through the air, vibrating through his ribcage, his grin only grows wider.

fic rating: pg, character: sam evans, ship: sam/kurt, character: kurt hummel

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