fic meme: round 2

[overstreets]

Round 1 of our fic meme is a month shy of being a year old, so we're opening up a fresh post for all your Sam/Kurt and Chris/Chord prompts.

Please note that this would be a great place to drop your unfilled prompts from the Kummer Summer Exchange. We'd hate to see all those amazing prompts go to waste!

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i want a scar that looks just like you, 7/7

[anonymous]

The tour bus was quiet afterwards. Finn and Puck gave them space, Finn watching him worriedly every so often, but eventually Sam appeared at his bedside, kneeling, eyes hidden by his messy bangs, his mouth straining like he was almost crying.

Kurt looked at him, blankly, ignoring the urgent need to push his hair out of his face, to have him smile. He found Sam’s eyes through a mess of blond, overwhelmingly sad and lovely.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been sorry since we were sixteen.” His voice was strange, like he’s trying to keep it audible and keep it from breaking. He reached out, tentatively, and curled his hand around Kurt’s.

“Me too,” Kurt said, and he had. Loving Sam hadn’t brought him any of the things he’d always believed real love would have to. It made him a little miserable, really, to see pretty New York boys smiling back at him and feel nothing, not ever, like only Sam’s crooked grins were worth anything in the world.

He sat up, legs hanging at Sam’s sides, and Sam looked up at him, biting his lip, before leaning up for a kiss Kurt declined with hand in the air between them like a barrier.

“I think it’s time for me to let you go,” he said quietly.

Sam’s brow furrowed, pained, dry lips parting, hands squeezing both of Kurt’s knees tremblingly. “If you go, I go with you,” he murmured, his voice frighteningly small. He looked into Kurt’s eyes, pleadingly, searchingly. “Don’t leave.” He pressed a kiss to Kurt’s thigh.

“I won’t,” Kurt said. He ran a hand through Sam’s hair and left it cupped against Sam’s cheek, burnt by the stubble there. “I just don’t think I can wait for you anymore, Sam. This isn’t enough for me.” The backs of his eyes burnt with tears and when he looked down at Sam’s face, all the pain and heartbreak inside of him was reflected back in terrifying clarity.

“I love you,” Sam finally said. He gripped Kurt harder. He buried his face into Kurt’s stomach and said, “Please, please.”

“You’ll never be ready,” Kurt told him, shaking his head, but he loved him, too, and he ended up holding onto Sam just as tightly.

Sam promised something more and Kurt lets himself believe it, despite himself.

-

The fifth night of the tour, Sam sang to him. Sang his sweet, folksy lovesongs through his happiest smile that Kurt sang back to him with, and the audience Kurt loved to have loving him slipped away into just Sam Evans, singing to him.

[overstreets]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THIS IS SO GOOD SCREAMS

all the angst is my favorite thing ever, all the misery they go through for love, seriously it's raining on my face. the deep connection they have is so palpable here, despite everything. i really love this line: It made him a little miserable, really, to see pretty New York boys smiling back at him and feel nothing, not ever, like only Sam’s crooked grins were worth anything in the world. OH GOD MY HEART just wibble wibble, this is so beautifully written and you should definitely reveal yourself and post it to the community because EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS