Made By Hevans (Glee: SamxKurt)
Title: Made by Hevans: Drabble 3 - Ice cream
Author: sano_fujitezu
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam + Kurt
Author Notes: Just a little something that was inspired by a reviewer over at ff.net.
Warning: fluff and FLUFF
Disclaimer: Glee will never be owned by me. If it were, then it wouldn't be for family tv anymore.
Summary: Sam let's Kurt know how much he loves ice cream.
Drabble 3: Ice cream
Author’s note: Let us pretend that Sam doesn’t have an obsessive diet and work-out streak. This is just Sam being adorable.
This is for invader.kati who gave me this wonderful idea! Hope you guys enjoy it!
“No.”
“Come on, just one…”
“Don’t you know what the word ‘NO’ means?”
Sam grinned, “Apparently, I don’t, because if I did, then I wouldn’t be dating you.”
Despite his irritation, Kurt couldn’t help but smile. “You scored points with that one, Mr. Charming. But the answer is still no!”
Sam had been asking Kurt out for ice cream since they first started seeing each other. But for some reason, the other boy never agreed to any of his requests. He knew that Kurt was watching his dairy intake and he was totally cool with that. But for some reason, he just wanted to take his boyfriend out for his most favorite dessert in the world.
No amount of badgering could get Kurt to agree, so right after their Tuesday Glee club practice, he had told Kurt that he had wanted them to do their homework somewhere *different.*
He rubbed a hand over the bruise that was throbbing from the punch that Kurt hurled at his arm when they arrived at the ice cream parlor. It was a bit too extreme, but the blond would make sure that this moment would be well worth it.
If they were in any situation, Sam would’ve just dropped the argument, but this was one thing that he didn’t really want to let go. Huffing in exasperation, Kurt had grabbed his bag and stormed into the parlor, muttering something about ‘lemon juice’ and ‘brain damage.’
Sam had quickly ordered a hot fudge sundae that contained almost all of the parlor’s toppings, and he almost laughed at the dumbstruck expression on the waitress’ face when Kurt had only ordered an iced tea for himself but managed to prevent it from escaping. He was already bruised; he did not want to be murdered.
And he’d been wheedling Kurt into taking a bite of ice cream ever since.
He picked up another spoonful of chocolate ice cream from the bowl, making sure that it had those yummy fudge brownies in it, and brought it over to Kurt’s mouth.
“Just one bite. For me?” He flashed that charming grin that annoyed and turned Kurt on at the same time. But the smaller teen knew how to resist temptation. Just one bite of that monstrous concoction would have him working out for 2 hours more than his regular routine, and he did not want to lessen his moisturizing regimen.
How Sam managed to eat anything edible and stay fit was beyond his comprehension. It was probably because of football. He formed an image of Sam during football practice, sweating as he ran pell-mell down the field… his hands stretched to the heavens as he caught the pigskin in his hands… his football jersey riding up those glorious abs… sweat running down and darkening the waistband of his sweatpants…
“Hello! Earth to Kurt Hummel? Kurt… KURT!” He snapped out of his reverie and raised an inquiring brow at his boyfriend, guilty at being caught fantasizing about his smoking hot boyfriend and quickly filed the image of a sweating Sam for later.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Erm, nothing! Just some new outfit ideas for the club.” He felt his face heating up and for the first time in his life cursed his pearly white skin.
Sam didn’t look convinced but let the matter drop, “So why the hate towards ice cream?”
“Dairy.” Just that one word held the gravity of the end of the world.
“Oh come on, baby! It wouldn’t hurt you to eat ice cream just this one time!” He received an ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ look and held up his hands in defense as Kurt rambled off the reasons.
He was just lucky that the parlor was deserted since it was a school night. The only people present to witness his ordeal were the ipod-bopping waitress who was dancing off at the back of the counter and the elderly couple seated at the other end of the restaurant
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam noticed that the elder man was holding the cherry by the stem as he fed it to his companion. He suddenly jammed a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and as Kurt was stating the adverse effects of sweets on his singing voice, grabbed the countertenor by the shoulders and effectively shut him up with a passionate kiss.
Kurt was shocked at first at the sweet taste of chocolate on his boyfriend’s lips and was about to push him away when Sam wrapped his arms around his back, thus preventing his escape. He gasped when the blond lightly bit at his lower lip and further shared the taste of the sinfully sweet concoction.
Sam broke away from his lips, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Delicious.” He murmured to a furiously blushing Kurt. Then the smirk on his face faded when Kurt suddenly stood up and went to the waitress at the counter. He talked to her for a few moments and she disappeared into the kitchen and came back out with a small doggy bag that Kurt received with a smile.
Grabbing Sam’s hand, he all but dragged him towards his boyfriend’s car where he proceeded to ‘share’ the ice cream with his boyfriend.
The End
Author’s note: I can’t stop writing this pairing… I’m on a roll! Keep the kum-ments coming!