Fic: The Epic True Impending Love Story of Fishlips and Ladyface (Part Forty-One)
In Which Puck is Devious
Sam slowly shut the door to Schue’s office, hand lingering on the doorknob.
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
He turned back to Kurt, who had perched himself on the desk, looking every bit as tempting as Sam’s dreams suggested. He shook his head. No time for thinking like that right now.
“You don’t want to tell me what happened out there?” Kurt cocked his head to the side, waiting for a response.
“I just-You said no.”
“Yes…” He replied slowly as if speaking to a child. “It’s part of the song, Sam.”
“But you said no. I mean after what happened with Karofsky-“
Kurt laughed. “That’s what that was about? You were protecting me?”
He nodded slowly, eyes glued to the floor.
“Oh Sam. What am I going to do with you?” He peered up to see Kurt watching him fondly.
“I don’t know.” He mumbled. There really wasn’t a safe answer he could give.
“I suppose I should thank you though for your noble attempt. But Sam, I want you to know that I’m okay. I can protect myself. Blaine’s my boyfriend. He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to do. It was a song, Sam. That’s all.”
“No it wasn’t.” He muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, Kurt.”
Kurt looked at him skeptically. “Anyway, if he was, I could kick his ass. And then my dad would do it. But trust me. He’s not.” He sighed. “He’s not really doing anything actually. It’s weird. When we’re in Glee club, he’s wonderful, all attentive and loving, but the second we leave almost, he turns into this big brother.”
Sam instantly was confused. Blaine? Blaine not trying to get into Kurt’s pants? What was going on here?
“So. You don’t have to worry about me, Sam. I can handle myself just fine.”
“If you’re sure…” He trailed off skeptically.
Kurt laughed and leaned in, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. He tried to ignore the heat radiating from the spot. “I’m sure, Sam.” He glanced out of the long window in the door. “We should probably go back out there. They’ll think that you kidnapped me or something.” He hopped gracefully off of the desk and stood at the door. “C’mon, cowboy. Let’s go face the music.”
“Cowboy?”
He giggled at the expression on Sam’s face. “You’re from Tennessee, right? Cowboy. Duh.
“Oh.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “How did you know-“
“Blaine.” Kurt answered simply. “He is your best friend after all.”
Sam felt a stab of guilt. “Yeah. He is.”
“He misses you. He told me that. You two haven’t spent much time together since he moved to Lima.” Kurt observed, leaning against the door frame.
Sam stared at the floor, face burning in embarrassment. “Yeah, I know.”
“You should hang out with him. Maybe go see a movie or something?” Kurt suggested.
Sam laughed at that slightly. “You’re his boyfriend, not me. I don’t trust Blaine in a dark movie theater.”
He watched as Kurt’s face turned from shock to amusement. “Really now? I might have to test that out.”
He could have smacked himself. Giving Kurt ideas with Blaine? The most counterproductive thing that he could do. Smiling awkwardly, he placed his hand on the door knob. “We should go.”
“Yeah.” Kurt leaned back from the door long enough for Sam to swing it open and place a foot in the doorway. Kurt did likewise.
“STOP!”
Sam froze, alarmed. He turned to glance at Kurt, noting a similar expression on his angelic features.
“Look up.” Puck clarified, pointing.
He did. Shit. There in the door frame was the unmistakable greenery of mistletoe. The mistletoe that had so not been there before he and Kurt had had their little powwow. Sam glared at Puck, who looked rather pleased with himself. “You gotta do it, Evans.”
He looked at Kurt, who was staring at the decoration uneasily. “We don’t have to, Kurt. I know you have a boyfriend and-“
Kurt waved him off. “We’re friends right? And it’s just a kiss between friends. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Sam’s stomach dropped. Friends. Right. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Kurt smiled at him. “Then kiss me, Sam.”
He leaned in nervously, licking his lips and slowly closed the distance between them. He felt a jolt of electricity as his lips touched Kurt’s. Whoa. He moved his lips tentatively, noticing Kurt do the same. He shuffled in closer, placing a hand on Kurt’s hip. Sam froze as he felt Kurt slide his tongue hesitantly across his bottom lip. This wasn’t a kiss between friends. Now this was something more.
Sam opened his mouth, moaning quietly as Kurt licked into it, exploring every crevice. Slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, he moved his other hand up to the back of Kurt’s head, holding him close. Kurt wrapped his own arms around Sam’s neck. His eyes flickered open, shocked, when he heard a low groan coming from Kurt.
“Ahem.” They jumped apart at the noise. Blaine stared at them, scratching his nose slightly. “Sam, can I talk to you?”
His eyes widened. Shit. He had been making out with Blaine’s boyfriend. He snuck a peek at Kurt, who was pointedly staring at the floor. His eyes were drawn to Kurt’s swollen lips. He had done that. He fought the urge to grin.
“Sam. Talk.” He spun back around to his best friend.
“Yeah.” He couldn’t help but think this was the wrong answer.