Made By Hevans (Glee: SamxKurt)
Title: The Box
Author: sano_fujitezu
Rating: K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam+Kurt
Author Notes: Plot bunny prompted by randomlygifted over at ff.net
Warning: Fluff and some spoilers for season 2
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but sadly Glee doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Sam has a secret stash.
Drabble 6: The Box
Author’s notes: This plot bunny came from randomlygifted... hope I did your request justice.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
For a guy who normally prided himself in having control over his eating habits, his work-out regimen and his dyslexia, all of his control always went down the drain whenever Kurt Hummel was involved.
Kurt was helping Sam study at his house for his Spanish test tomorrow, stating very clearly that a make-out session was not included. Knowing how Sam could easily distract with just a smile, he had elected that they study on the floor instead of the bed, with a small lap table and their school books separating them. The blond jock was about to protest but was mollified by the soprano’s promise to accompany him to ComicCon next month if he aced the test.
Sam was trying very hard to concentrate, but whenever Kurt was in his room, surrounded by his comic book collection and video-game merchandise, he couldn’t prevent the primal surge of ownership that took over his body.
He wanted to rip his Star Wars sheets and tie his boyfriend up, preferably to the bed.
Knowing that his thoughts were heading to a dangerous place, he summoned an image of Coach Bieste dressed as a Chocolate turtle and forced his eyes on the notebook in front of him.
Studying verb tenses were already difficult in the English language, but studying them in Spanish made Sam feel as if he was the dumbest kid in the world. It was only because of his boyfriend’s patient tutoring that he even manages to string a few sentences together. Besides, Sam loved listening to Kurt speak, the syllables blending together like the notes of a harmony… the way his lips pursed adorably as he waits for Sam to repeat after him… how he bites his lips whenever he checks the Spanish-English dictionary…
The thwack of said dictionary broke Sam out of his reverie and he smiled guiltily at a fuming Kurt.
“Come on, Sam! Please take this seriously.” Kurt scolded. Then his green eyes suddenly widened as Sam moved in on his personal space, their noses almost touching.
The blond was smirking at him mischievously, and Kurt couldn’t help the little flutter of delight in his stomach as Sam spoke.
“I am taking YOU seriously, Kurt, very seriously.” Callused hands were slowly wrapping around his waist but with lightning reflexes, the soprano suddenly scooted out of reach, a notebook and pencil clasped in each hand.
“I swear, baby, you must’ve been a Ninja in your past life.” With a dejected sigh, Sam looked down at his notebook and started to mutter Spanish tenses under his breath.
Watching the other boy warily, Kurt sat down again on the floor and proceeded to finish making a little practice quiz for Sam. They’d been working quietly for half an hour already when Sam’s mom suddenly knocked on the door and poked her head in, informing both boys that she was going to the supermarket with Sam’s younger twin sisters and that they’d be back after two hours to start dinner.
The door had been shut for a mere 10 seconds before Kurt found himself tackled to the floor by a very enthusiastic Sam, his lips being thoroughly devoured while the stack of books on the table toppled over from the jock’s sudden assault.
Kurt’s outraged gasp of Sam’s name quickly turned into a moan when his boyfriend suddenly nipped at his collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark. He was about to thump the other boy on the back, but the pleasure coursing through his veins became so intense that he lost the nerve.
It was nothing that a high-collared shirt or scarf couldn’t hide. But he had to remember to hide it before Finn saw. His stepbrother almost fainted the last time he saw a love mark on Kurt’s body.
And it wasn’t on Kurt’s neck.
Sam was muttering a garbled mix of English and Na’vi into his ear and Kurt’s eyes almost rolled into his head when the blonde lightly bit his earlobe before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Running his hands through the pale strands, Kurt noted that they were practically under Sam’s study table. He noticed a few strewn comic books and a small box in the corner and was paying no mind to it when he saw a picture peaking out of the side of the box.
Sam was slowly unbuttoning Kurt’s green-and-red striped shirt and kissing every inch of newly-exposed skin when he saw the other boy holding something in his hand, a look of utter shock on his face. Sam almost shrieked like a little girl and grabbed the picture out of Kurt’s hand.
“Wh-what the?!” Kurt was flabbergasted as Sam suddenly clambered off him and grabbed the small box from under the desk and was about to run off with it but Kurt didn’t quit the football team without learning anything.
Tackling the other boy to the bed with the well-seasoned technique of a football player, Kurt tried in vain to snatch the box out of the blond boy’s hands. Sam in the meantime was trying to keep the box out of reach without hurting Kurt.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HIDING, SAM EVANS?!”
“NOTHING!”
Getting a lucky shot in, Kurt managed to slap the box away from Sam’s hands and it clattered to the floor and spilled its contents. The smaller boy was about to lunge off the bed to grab them but Sam suddenly crawled over him, hands desperately trying to cover his eyes but Kurt slapped them away, his green eyes round in surprise.
Scattered all over the floor were pictures of Kurt in various situations. One was a picture of him and Mercedes trying out matching gold tracksuits at the mall, others were him with the rest of the New Directions. There were various others from their performances months before they even started dating, even a picture of him wearing the unfortunate Dalton school uniform during the performance at Sectionals.
“S-S-S-“ He was stuttering like an idiot, but he couldn’t care less. His heart swelled with so much love as he picked up a picture of him and Sam in his car, the blonde boy kissing his cheek.
“When did you start… ‘Collecting’ these?”
Sam was avoiding his eyes as he fidgeted with the picture of a sleeping Kurt. “Uhm, the week after you broke off our duet.”
Kurt found himself falling in love with Sam Evans all over again. He picked up a picture of him wearing that dreadful blond wig during their Hairography experiment and frowned in distaste.
“How?”
“I… kept taking photos of you with my phone after you sang that Jazz song… and the old ones were stolen from Mr. Schuester’s bottom drawer…” He drifted off as Kurt started rounding up the pictures and grabbing his bag off the floor to stuff them in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He grabbed the pictures out of Kurt’s hands and hugged them to his chest protectively.
“Sam, hand them over.”
“No!”
“I’ll just give you much better photos, with excellent lighting and the perfe-“ Kurt stopped when he saw how defiant Sam looked at handing the pictures over.
Chuckling softly, he kissed Sam gently on the lips and waited until the other boy responded. Slowly the pictures fell down to the sheets from the jock’s hands and with his ninja-like reflexes, Kurt quickly grabbed the picture of him with the blond wig and stuffed it into his back pocket.
The End
Author’s notes: According to the Glee website, Kurt is a soprano… so just in case anyone noticed the change.
Keep the kum-ments coming!
Author: sano_fujitezu
Rating: K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam+Kurt
Author Notes: Plot bunny prompted by randomlygifted over at ff.net
Warning: Fluff and some spoilers for season 2
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but sadly Glee doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Sam has a secret stash.
Drabble 6: The Box
Author’s notes: This plot bunny came from randomlygifted... hope I did your request justice.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
For a guy who normally prided himself in having control over his eating habits, his work-out regimen and his dyslexia, all of his control always went down the drain whenever Kurt Hummel was involved.
Kurt was helping Sam study at his house for his Spanish test tomorrow, stating very clearly that a make-out session was not included. Knowing how Sam could easily distract with just a smile, he had elected that they study on the floor instead of the bed, with a small lap table and their school books separating them. The blond jock was about to protest but was mollified by the soprano’s promise to accompany him to ComicCon next month if he aced the test.
Sam was trying very hard to concentrate, but whenever Kurt was in his room, surrounded by his comic book collection and video-game merchandise, he couldn’t prevent the primal surge of ownership that took over his body.
He wanted to rip his Star Wars sheets and tie his boyfriend up, preferably to the bed.
Knowing that his thoughts were heading to a dangerous place, he summoned an image of Coach Bieste dressed as a Chocolate turtle and forced his eyes on the notebook in front of him.
Studying verb tenses were already difficult in the English language, but studying them in Spanish made Sam feel as if he was the dumbest kid in the world. It was only because of his boyfriend’s patient tutoring that he even manages to string a few sentences together. Besides, Sam loved listening to Kurt speak, the syllables blending together like the notes of a harmony… the way his lips pursed adorably as he waits for Sam to repeat after him… how he bites his lips whenever he checks the Spanish-English dictionary…
The thwack of said dictionary broke Sam out of his reverie and he smiled guiltily at a fuming Kurt.
“Come on, Sam! Please take this seriously.” Kurt scolded. Then his green eyes suddenly widened as Sam moved in on his personal space, their noses almost touching.
The blond was smirking at him mischievously, and Kurt couldn’t help the little flutter of delight in his stomach as Sam spoke.
“I am taking YOU seriously, Kurt, very seriously.” Callused hands were slowly wrapping around his waist but with lightning reflexes, the soprano suddenly scooted out of reach, a notebook and pencil clasped in each hand.
“I swear, baby, you must’ve been a Ninja in your past life.” With a dejected sigh, Sam looked down at his notebook and started to mutter Spanish tenses under his breath.
Watching the other boy warily, Kurt sat down again on the floor and proceeded to finish making a little practice quiz for Sam. They’d been working quietly for half an hour already when Sam’s mom suddenly knocked on the door and poked her head in, informing both boys that she was going to the supermarket with Sam’s younger twin sisters and that they’d be back after two hours to start dinner.
The door had been shut for a mere 10 seconds before Kurt found himself tackled to the floor by a very enthusiastic Sam, his lips being thoroughly devoured while the stack of books on the table toppled over from the jock’s sudden assault.
Kurt’s outraged gasp of Sam’s name quickly turned into a moan when his boyfriend suddenly nipped at his collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark. He was about to thump the other boy on the back, but the pleasure coursing through his veins became so intense that he lost the nerve.
It was nothing that a high-collared shirt or scarf couldn’t hide. But he had to remember to hide it before Finn saw. His stepbrother almost fainted the last time he saw a love mark on Kurt’s body.
And it wasn’t on Kurt’s neck.
Sam was muttering a garbled mix of English and Na’vi into his ear and Kurt’s eyes almost rolled into his head when the blonde lightly bit his earlobe before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Running his hands through the pale strands, Kurt noted that they were practically under Sam’s study table. He noticed a few strewn comic books and a small box in the corner and was paying no mind to it when he saw a picture peaking out of the side of the box.
Sam was slowly unbuttoning Kurt’s green-and-red striped shirt and kissing every inch of newly-exposed skin when he saw the other boy holding something in his hand, a look of utter shock on his face. Sam almost shrieked like a little girl and grabbed the picture out of Kurt’s hand.
“Wh-what the?!” Kurt was flabbergasted as Sam suddenly clambered off him and grabbed the small box from under the desk and was about to run off with it but Kurt didn’t quit the football team without learning anything.
Tackling the other boy to the bed with the well-seasoned technique of a football player, Kurt tried in vain to snatch the box out of the blond boy’s hands. Sam in the meantime was trying to keep the box out of reach without hurting Kurt.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HIDING, SAM EVANS?!”
“NOTHING!”
Getting a lucky shot in, Kurt managed to slap the box away from Sam’s hands and it clattered to the floor and spilled its contents. The smaller boy was about to lunge off the bed to grab them but Sam suddenly crawled over him, hands desperately trying to cover his eyes but Kurt slapped them away, his green eyes round in surprise.
Scattered all over the floor were pictures of Kurt in various situations. One was a picture of him and Mercedes trying out matching gold tracksuits at the mall, others were him with the rest of the New Directions. There were various others from their performances months before they even started dating, even a picture of him wearing the unfortunate Dalton school uniform during the performance at Sectionals.
“S-S-S-“ He was stuttering like an idiot, but he couldn’t care less. His heart swelled with so much love as he picked up a picture of him and Sam in his car, the blonde boy kissing his cheek.
“When did you start… ‘Collecting’ these?”
Sam was avoiding his eyes as he fidgeted with the picture of a sleeping Kurt. “Uhm, the week after you broke off our duet.”
Kurt found himself falling in love with Sam Evans all over again. He picked up a picture of him wearing that dreadful blond wig during their Hairography experiment and frowned in distaste.
“How?”
“I… kept taking photos of you with my phone after you sang that Jazz song… and the old ones were stolen from Mr. Schuester’s bottom drawer…” He drifted off as Kurt started rounding up the pictures and grabbing his bag off the floor to stuff them in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He grabbed the pictures out of Kurt’s hands and hugged them to his chest protectively.
“Sam, hand them over.”
“No!”
“I’ll just give you much better photos, with excellent lighting and the perfe-“ Kurt stopped when he saw how defiant Sam looked at handing the pictures over.
Chuckling softly, he kissed Sam gently on the lips and waited until the other boy responded. Slowly the pictures fell down to the sheets from the jock’s hands and with his ninja-like reflexes, Kurt quickly grabbed the picture of him with the blond wig and stuffed it into his back pocket.
The End
Author’s notes: According to the Glee website, Kurt is a soprano… so just in case anyone noticed the change.
Keep the kum-ments coming!