Fic: That Moment
Title: That Moment
Author: wind_born
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Author Notes: First attempt at a fic.
Warning: No real warnings. It's a light piece, some slight spoilers/speculation on upcoming storylines (i.e. who the wedding is about).
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, show, ect. Nor do I have any idea of what Sam's actual family is like, so I'm making it up.
Summary: Kurt remembers those moments, when it comes to love.
Kurt Hummel remembers, back when he was a more callow youth (also known as: last year), the exact moment that he had fallen in love with Finn Hudson. He calls it That Moment. Though, the Finn-based That Moment was a bit tarnished due to their falling out, but it had since been repaired into something...different. Kurt couldn't describe it now if he tried. Friends, step-brothers-to-be, or something; the 'in-love' aspect had faded by now. Still, Kurt had a feeling for then 'That Moment' moments happened for him.
So, when it happened, Kurt would always remember That Moment, in relation to Sam Evans. That one instant where something inside his head went click, bringing with it the realization that Kurt, once again, had fallen in love.
It wasn't Kurt's ideal way to spend a Friday night, but Sam had asked him for extra help. Geometry was kicking Sam's butt, and Kurt had taken the Honors level the year before, and as a result Kurt was assigned as Sam's tutor. Sam could stay in Glee Club if his grades were kept up, and Kurt would get some credit for his National Honor Society application this year.
As for Sam asking for a tutoring session Friday night, those were different circumstances. Namely, Sam's folks were going out, and Sam needed to stay in and keep an eye on a younger sibling. Sam decided to kill two birds with one stone; watch the squab (his usual nickname for his little brother), and get some homework done, to at least free himself up for Saturday like a normal teenager.
Sam had one elbow on the dining room table, propping up the hand he was cupping his chin in as he glowered at the air in front of him. His pencil, mechanical, tapped out a steady beat against his textbook.
"So," Sam said, as Kurt sat in the chair next to him in a crisp button-down shirt that was rose in color, his Dior scarf draped over the back of it. "Soooo..."
"Which is, as we all know, a needle pulling thread," Kurt finished, his finger tracing the rim of the can of Diet Coke Sam had gotten for him. "But, while I have no problem teaching you the essentials of personal clothing care, this is Geometry. Right now, it's testing two triangles for congruence. And you can do that by..."
"Side-Angle-Side," Sam answered, turning back to Kurt for confirmation.
"Which is...?"
"If two sides are of two triangles are the same length, and the angle between them's the same, then they're congruent."
"Good." Kurt allowed himself a small smile. Next time, he thought, bring Goldfish crackers to throw to him when he gets one. He'll learn yet. "What's another one?"
"Angle-Side-Angle," Sam said, tapping out his pencil against the book with each word. "So when two angles and the same and the side between those two are the same length...same thing."
"Got it in one." Kurt leaned back, holding the soda can in one hand. "Now, which formula doesn't work for checking congruence?"
Sam paused, deliberately keeping his eyes facing forward, away from the book. "Oh, right. Angle-Side-Side. Those can be the same on two different triangles, but that doesn't mean they're congruent." Sam nodded, sure he had it right. "And it spells out A-S-S as an acronym, so it means you're an ass if you try and check that way."
Normally, Kurt would have rolled his eyes and asked the universe to save him from jocks and coarse humor...if he hadn't used those exact words to teach Sam in the first place. Instead, there was a chuckle from Hummel. "That'll work. Now, what's the-?"
"Sam?"
The voice was faint, and trembling a little as Kurt turned his head. He at least didn't jump in surprise; he was far too cultured for that, of course. Kurt wanted to believe he was that cultured, but he felt the surprise he was trying to suppress.
The boy standing in the doorway to the dining room couldn't have been more than four or five years old. Pale skin, dark brown hair in a bed-head shape, dressed in little Iron Man PJs, with little tiny footies on the bottom. Kurt smiled a little, remembering when he had footie pajamas like that. Before he outgrew them. And then ordered a pair his size a few days past. Which would be coming Monday or Tuesday, which meant he had to intercept the mail before Burt or Carole saw the box. What his father didn't know wouldn't strain his heart condition.
Sam turned, tilting his head towards the small boy. "Brian, squirt, this is Kurt," he said. "Say hi."
Brian turned, waving a tiny hand at the strange boy. "Hi," he mumbled, before turning back to Sam, a plea unspoken except for his expression.
Kurt offered back a little wave of his own before clamping down on his tongue, letting the...brothers? Letting them talk.
"Why aren't you sleeping, squab?" Sam asked, turned away from the table. "Mom's gonna freak if she sees you up this late."
"It's back," Brian said in a tiny voice, looking at the floor, not meeting his brothers eyes.
Sam let out a deep sigh. "Again? I swear, sometimes..." He turned to Kurt, and offered up a shrug. "I have to take this," he said, standing as Brian started to leave.
Following along, Kurt whispered to Sam as Brian led the way upstairs. "Your brother? Or yours?" Brian was a bit young...
Sam turned his head back to give Kurt a glare. "S'my brother, genius. My parents' favorite little accident."
"Ow," Kurt said, wincing. "More information than I needed, thank you."
"Easy for you to say," Sam retorted. "That's one mental image that Brian never go away."
"Point," Kurt said, conceding, looking past Sam towards the small kid walking in front of them. "What's this about," he whispered.
The look Sam gave him was wry, with a smile on his lips. "Monsters," he said. "Under the bed again. And here we are," he added, stopping in front of what was apparently Brian's bedroom door. Moving his sleeves up his forearms, Sam eyed his little brother. "This'll take a few," he commented, before shooting Kurt a look. Not a word, the look seemed to say.
Kurt took the hint, and leaned against the wall opposite the door as Sam entered his brother's room, closing the door behind him.
Brian, standing in the hallway between Kurt and the door, let out a chuckle. "Sam's here," he said. "You're in for it now."
Kurt just stared at the door when a few thumps sounded from the other side. Muffled through the door, Kurt could hear Sam's voice.
"All right!" Sam said, inside the room. "I told you already, you leave my little bro alone!" And then noise erupted from the room; thumps and booms and things being knocked over. "Take that! And that! And that! And some of this!"
Kurt felt his jaw pop open, just stunned at what he was hearing, realizing what Sam was doing. He couldn't find the words for it.
Brian turned to Kurt, his eyes filled with big-brother-adoration-slash-hero-worship. "My brother," he said, breathless, "is the best."
And Kurt felt something inside him lurch, then... Click.
It was the moment. That Moment. The one instant where, looking back in later days, Kurt would say was the exact moment he fell in love with Sam Evans.
"Yeah," Kurt whispered, as Sam continued his 'fight' behind the door. "He sure is."
Sam emerged soon after, hair disheveled, his shirt hanging out, and breathing hard. "There," he said, looking down to his brother. "That should take care of'im. He won't come around here again. Now you going to get some sleep?"
Brian nodded quickly, before throwing his arms around Sam's middle. "Yeah. Night Sam. Love you."
Sam ruffled Brian's hair. "Love you too, squab. Now go to bed."
After Brian bounded into his now monster-free room and closed the door, Sam led Kurt back downstairs. "Thanks," Sam said, to Kurt. "For not saying anything."
Kurt snorted. "You act like I'm callous," he said. "That was-" So damn adorable I want to kiss you right here. "-really cool of you." Kurt's lips lifted into a half-smile as he followed Sam down the stairs. "Though, your brother's a brunette. So what is it really, Sam. Bleach on your hair, L'Oreal Color Rays, Just for Men?"
Sam gave Kurt another look, though there was another smile on his face. "Don't be an Angle-Side-Side, Kurt." Beat. "And it's real, I keep telling you."
-End-
Author: wind_born
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Author Notes: First attempt at a fic.
Warning: No real warnings. It's a light piece, some slight spoilers/speculation on upcoming storylines (i.e. who the wedding is about).
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, show, ect. Nor do I have any idea of what Sam's actual family is like, so I'm making it up.
Summary: Kurt remembers those moments, when it comes to love.
Kurt Hummel remembers, back when he was a more callow youth (also known as: last year), the exact moment that he had fallen in love with Finn Hudson. He calls it That Moment. Though, the Finn-based That Moment was a bit tarnished due to their falling out, but it had since been repaired into something...different. Kurt couldn't describe it now if he tried. Friends, step-brothers-to-be, or something; the 'in-love' aspect had faded by now. Still, Kurt had a feeling for then 'That Moment' moments happened for him.
So, when it happened, Kurt would always remember That Moment, in relation to Sam Evans. That one instant where something inside his head went click, bringing with it the realization that Kurt, once again, had fallen in love.
It wasn't Kurt's ideal way to spend a Friday night, but Sam had asked him for extra help. Geometry was kicking Sam's butt, and Kurt had taken the Honors level the year before, and as a result Kurt was assigned as Sam's tutor. Sam could stay in Glee Club if his grades were kept up, and Kurt would get some credit for his National Honor Society application this year.
As for Sam asking for a tutoring session Friday night, those were different circumstances. Namely, Sam's folks were going out, and Sam needed to stay in and keep an eye on a younger sibling. Sam decided to kill two birds with one stone; watch the squab (his usual nickname for his little brother), and get some homework done, to at least free himself up for Saturday like a normal teenager.
Sam had one elbow on the dining room table, propping up the hand he was cupping his chin in as he glowered at the air in front of him. His pencil, mechanical, tapped out a steady beat against his textbook.
"So," Sam said, as Kurt sat in the chair next to him in a crisp button-down shirt that was rose in color, his Dior scarf draped over the back of it. "Soooo..."
"Which is, as we all know, a needle pulling thread," Kurt finished, his finger tracing the rim of the can of Diet Coke Sam had gotten for him. "But, while I have no problem teaching you the essentials of personal clothing care, this is Geometry. Right now, it's testing two triangles for congruence. And you can do that by..."
"Side-Angle-Side," Sam answered, turning back to Kurt for confirmation.
"Which is...?"
"If two sides are of two triangles are the same length, and the angle between them's the same, then they're congruent."
"Good." Kurt allowed himself a small smile. Next time, he thought, bring Goldfish crackers to throw to him when he gets one. He'll learn yet. "What's another one?"
"Angle-Side-Angle," Sam said, tapping out his pencil against the book with each word. "So when two angles and the same and the side between those two are the same length...same thing."
"Got it in one." Kurt leaned back, holding the soda can in one hand. "Now, which formula doesn't work for checking congruence?"
Sam paused, deliberately keeping his eyes facing forward, away from the book. "Oh, right. Angle-Side-Side. Those can be the same on two different triangles, but that doesn't mean they're congruent." Sam nodded, sure he had it right. "And it spells out A-S-S as an acronym, so it means you're an ass if you try and check that way."
Normally, Kurt would have rolled his eyes and asked the universe to save him from jocks and coarse humor...if he hadn't used those exact words to teach Sam in the first place. Instead, there was a chuckle from Hummel. "That'll work. Now, what's the-?"
"Sam?"
The voice was faint, and trembling a little as Kurt turned his head. He at least didn't jump in surprise; he was far too cultured for that, of course. Kurt wanted to believe he was that cultured, but he felt the surprise he was trying to suppress.
The boy standing in the doorway to the dining room couldn't have been more than four or five years old. Pale skin, dark brown hair in a bed-head shape, dressed in little Iron Man PJs, with little tiny footies on the bottom. Kurt smiled a little, remembering when he had footie pajamas like that. Before he outgrew them. And then ordered a pair his size a few days past. Which would be coming Monday or Tuesday, which meant he had to intercept the mail before Burt or Carole saw the box. What his father didn't know wouldn't strain his heart condition.
Sam turned, tilting his head towards the small boy. "Brian, squirt, this is Kurt," he said. "Say hi."
Brian turned, waving a tiny hand at the strange boy. "Hi," he mumbled, before turning back to Sam, a plea unspoken except for his expression.
Kurt offered back a little wave of his own before clamping down on his tongue, letting the...brothers? Letting them talk.
"Why aren't you sleeping, squab?" Sam asked, turned away from the table. "Mom's gonna freak if she sees you up this late."
"It's back," Brian said in a tiny voice, looking at the floor, not meeting his brothers eyes.
Sam let out a deep sigh. "Again? I swear, sometimes..." He turned to Kurt, and offered up a shrug. "I have to take this," he said, standing as Brian started to leave.
Following along, Kurt whispered to Sam as Brian led the way upstairs. "Your brother? Or yours?" Brian was a bit young...
Sam turned his head back to give Kurt a glare. "S'my brother, genius. My parents' favorite little accident."
"Ow," Kurt said, wincing. "More information than I needed, thank you."
"Easy for you to say," Sam retorted. "That's one mental image that Brian never go away."
"Point," Kurt said, conceding, looking past Sam towards the small kid walking in front of them. "What's this about," he whispered.
The look Sam gave him was wry, with a smile on his lips. "Monsters," he said. "Under the bed again. And here we are," he added, stopping in front of what was apparently Brian's bedroom door. Moving his sleeves up his forearms, Sam eyed his little brother. "This'll take a few," he commented, before shooting Kurt a look. Not a word, the look seemed to say.
Kurt took the hint, and leaned against the wall opposite the door as Sam entered his brother's room, closing the door behind him.
Brian, standing in the hallway between Kurt and the door, let out a chuckle. "Sam's here," he said. "You're in for it now."
Kurt just stared at the door when a few thumps sounded from the other side. Muffled through the door, Kurt could hear Sam's voice.
"All right!" Sam said, inside the room. "I told you already, you leave my little bro alone!" And then noise erupted from the room; thumps and booms and things being knocked over. "Take that! And that! And that! And some of this!"
Kurt felt his jaw pop open, just stunned at what he was hearing, realizing what Sam was doing. He couldn't find the words for it.
Brian turned to Kurt, his eyes filled with big-brother-adoration-slash-hero-worship. "My brother," he said, breathless, "is the best."
And Kurt felt something inside him lurch, then... Click.
It was the moment. That Moment. The one instant where, looking back in later days, Kurt would say was the exact moment he fell in love with Sam Evans.
"Yeah," Kurt whispered, as Sam continued his 'fight' behind the door. "He sure is."
Sam emerged soon after, hair disheveled, his shirt hanging out, and breathing hard. "There," he said, looking down to his brother. "That should take care of'im. He won't come around here again. Now you going to get some sleep?"
Brian nodded quickly, before throwing his arms around Sam's middle. "Yeah. Night Sam. Love you."
Sam ruffled Brian's hair. "Love you too, squab. Now go to bed."
After Brian bounded into his now monster-free room and closed the door, Sam led Kurt back downstairs. "Thanks," Sam said, to Kurt. "For not saying anything."
Kurt snorted. "You act like I'm callous," he said. "That was-" So damn adorable I want to kiss you right here. "-really cool of you." Kurt's lips lifted into a half-smile as he followed Sam down the stairs. "Though, your brother's a brunette. So what is it really, Sam. Bleach on your hair, L'Oreal Color Rays, Just for Men?"
Sam gave Kurt another look, though there was another smile on his face. "Don't be an Angle-Side-Side, Kurt." Beat. "And it's real, I keep telling you."
-End-