Trouty and the Tramp Ch.1
Trouty and The Tramp
Chapter 1/? Fairly Positive Person
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 1,628. Story is 19,000+.
Warnings: (For whole story) Slash, Language, Sexual content, underage drinking.
Slight dub-con in later chapters but lets call it con-con. For confused consent. : )
Spoilers: S3.
Pairing: Eventual Sam/Sebastian. Firmly est. Klaine.
Summary: Sam has always known exactly who is he, he just doesn't know what he wants. Sebastian may not know who he is, but he always knows exactly what he wants. And he will get it, he always does...S3 AU Sam in Dalton.
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Sam always prided himself on being a fairly positive person. So as he loosened the tie around his neck he tried not to think about how it felt like the noose that choked the bad guy in the new Sherlock Holmes movie. He loved that movie. See? Already past the Devil knot around his neck. Sam was nothing if not efficient at distracting himself. Especially distracting himself from his father, at his side, chattering into his ear about the architecture of the building they were currently walking into. The overwhelmingly prestigious building. Sam was used to cramped rooms and sticky school hallways. This school...if it could even be considered that... was massive. And shiny, Sam noted. Very clean.
Boys in uniforms were filling his vision. All blending together in a sea of two colors and walking on the correct side of the hallways like they were driving a vehicle down a highway. He seriously hoped they weren't all under some form of mind control. He had brought his "What to do in case of a Zombie attack" poster but had no manual for that kind of situation.
He had been in an all boys school before but it was nothing like this. His old school was loud where this one was hushed, hectic where this one orderly. Sam felt out of place. He wanted to be back with the New Directions. Hell, he would even let Santana write more songs about his mouth, he missed them that bad. The fights, the diva-offs, he even missed Finn for shit's sake! Finn. The dumb jock who stole his first girlfriend. How pathetic was that?
What really, actually, kind of hurt Sam though was the fact that almost none of his former Glee club-mates had really made an effort to keep in touch with him. He didn't expect anything from Finn, Tina, Santana or Brittany. They said their perfectly amicable goodbyes at the dinner Kurt had put together for him that summer. So the occasional facebook poke he got from them was a pleasant surprise. Even if Santana's pokes were followed by ridiculous comments about his lips and how they had 'magical powers of suction'. He had at least hoped Quinn would attempt to contact him after not showing up at Breadstix for his party, but no such luck. His ex-girlfriend seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. Which was a shame, Sam thought sadly, they were starting to be okay. She was the only other person beside Blaine who had actually sat through his days-long Buffy marathons. He and Lauren had never gotten close, especially after she found out about his chip problem and made the decision to eat a bag of cool ranch Doritos every day at Glee Club for one week just to taunt him. Mike was so busy with Tina and doing everything possible to make himself look good for colleges that he hardly had time to text Sam let alone hang out with him. Artie and Puck tried... for about a week... to make plans with him then they just stopped trying and Sam gave up. The only person that had actively tried to stay up-to-date with Sam was Kurt.
Kurt Hummel was an oddity to Sam. While they had always been friends, they were never that close and Sam wasn't sure if they would stay friends if it wasn't convenient. But Kurt had been determined to stay in touch with Sam. Not that he was complaining! He appreciated it more than he could say and Kurt had introduced him to Blaine. Who, as it turned out, was just as big a nerd as Sam was. He was the other pea in Sam's pod. The three of them had hung out at least once a week, even after the move and Sam found two of the best friends he had ever had.
At first, Kurt and Blaine were super tentative around him. Never touching each other. Sam couldn't tell you why that bothered him but it did. When their hands would stay clasped in their respective laps Sam couldn't help but want to reach over and lace their fingers together. They so obviously belonged to each other. It had never crossed his mind until they were all sitting in his apartment's small living room watching A New Hope because Kurt had never seen it (and that was truly as great a tragedy as Sam had ever known) that HE was the reason they never showed outward affection for each other. It had never even occurred to him that they thought he, as a straight boy, would be uncomfortable with them and when the thought finally came into his head he was pissed. Pissed that they didn't know him better than that. They had both been reaching into the bowl to get a handful of kettle corn at the same time, their hands touched and they smiled at each other, shyly, before pulling their hands back and, once again, putting them into their own laps. Not even noticing that Sam had seen the whole thing and was now fuming,
"Will you just hold hands already? Please? Or... make-out or something. JESUS!"
Kurt's eyes got wide and Blaine's eyebrows went up.
"Dude, you've walked in on me showering but you aren't comfortable enough with me to hold hands with your boyfriend. That's some screwed up logic, yeah?"
Blaine spluttered, "What? In the shower...? What's he talking about?"
Kurt's cheeks turned red before he turned slightly on the couch to look at Sam. Giving him what he hoped was a serious enough look, Sam reached over and and took Kurt's hand and held it out to Blaine. Without missing a beat, like he had been waiting to hold his hand forever, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and intertwined their fingers. The digits fitting together so perfectly and relaxed that Sam felt a small flash of jealousy. He could have had that. If only Mercedes had given them a chance instead of breaking up with him as soon as the words "four hours away" left his mouth. Funny how the two boys sitting next to him were never hindered by 240 minutes. He looked over at them again, smiling at how the two had immediately leaned into one another.
He really was lucky to have those two... shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sam turned to his prattling father attempting to listen to the seemingly non-stop tour guiding he was providing. As they continued their way down the marble hallway towards the front office to meet with Sam's new R.A. and the headmaster, Sam found himself squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He was nervous but he had done this before and this oversized school was surely nothing compared to the minefield that was McKinley High.
Sam felt like the scholarship kid. The only reason he could even go to this school was because his Dad was part of the faculty now. He even got to stay in a dorm. Something he, at first, fought because he thought it was so unnecessary. Arguing with his parents that even though he received free boarding he was perfectly fine with sharing a room with both his baby siblings in the small two bedroom apartment they were renting. It would be less convenient living in the dorms and having to go back to the apartment to watch them every night. That was his staying point until his mother pointed out that she was perfectly capable of watching her own children now that she didn't have a full time job. Adding that he needed to have some freedom and a chance to be a normal kid after dealing with much more than a teenager should. Sam conceded and took the opportunity to board.
Upon finally meeting the headmaster, who turned out to be a headmistress, a lot of Sam's fears had been quelled. They assured him they would work with his learning challenges and the way they addressed what he considered his biggest weakness filled him with a hope that he had never felt before about school. His father was practically in heaven, gushing with the headmistress over the school's history. Sam tuned out the rest of the conversation. His mind wandering until the headmistress rose from her chair.
After quick goodbyes with his Dad, who was too busy planning the placement of his Indiana Jones motivational posters to really even notice that Sam was leaving, he was off to find his new dorm and meet his new roommate.
After wandering, lost, Sam finally found his dorm room with the help of a random boy so polite Sam wondered just how far off he was with the mind control thing. He hesitated, not knowing if he should knock or just use his new room key. Deciding to just use the key, it was his room after all, he let himself in. The first thing he saw were the words "Take Me Off" on what he assumed was his new roommate's shirt. He stopped just inside the doorway, unsure, and looked up from the three words and at his new roommate.
He was lean, tall. His delicate features were too sharp to be pretty. He winked at Sam then shifted his gaze to his mouth, before openly taking in the rest of Sam's body. Sucking in his lips self consciously, Sam walked the rest of the way into the room.
The boy smiled slowly, a predatory look taking over his face; perfect white teeth slowly appearing.
"Welcome to Dalton, roomie."
Chapter 2
Chapter 1/? Fairly Positive Person
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 1,628. Story is 19,000+.
Warnings: (For whole story) Slash, Language, Sexual content, underage drinking.
Slight dub-con in later chapters but lets call it con-con. For confused consent. : )
Spoilers: S3.
Pairing: Eventual Sam/Sebastian. Firmly est. Klaine.
Summary: Sam has always known exactly who is he, he just doesn't know what he wants. Sebastian may not know who he is, but he always knows exactly what he wants. And he will get it, he always does...S3 AU Sam in Dalton.
***
Sam always prided himself on being a fairly positive person. So as he loosened the tie around his neck he tried not to think about how it felt like the noose that choked the bad guy in the new Sherlock Holmes movie. He loved that movie. See? Already past the Devil knot around his neck. Sam was nothing if not efficient at distracting himself. Especially distracting himself from his father, at his side, chattering into his ear about the architecture of the building they were currently walking into. The overwhelmingly prestigious building. Sam was used to cramped rooms and sticky school hallways. This school...if it could even be considered that... was massive. And shiny, Sam noted. Very clean.
Boys in uniforms were filling his vision. All blending together in a sea of two colors and walking on the correct side of the hallways like they were driving a vehicle down a highway. He seriously hoped they weren't all under some form of mind control. He had brought his "What to do in case of a Zombie attack" poster but had no manual for that kind of situation.
He had been in an all boys school before but it was nothing like this. His old school was loud where this one was hushed, hectic where this one orderly. Sam felt out of place. He wanted to be back with the New Directions. Hell, he would even let Santana write more songs about his mouth, he missed them that bad. The fights, the diva-offs, he even missed Finn for shit's sake! Finn. The dumb jock who stole his first girlfriend. How pathetic was that?
What really, actually, kind of hurt Sam though was the fact that almost none of his former Glee club-mates had really made an effort to keep in touch with him. He didn't expect anything from Finn, Tina, Santana or Brittany. They said their perfectly amicable goodbyes at the dinner Kurt had put together for him that summer. So the occasional facebook poke he got from them was a pleasant surprise. Even if Santana's pokes were followed by ridiculous comments about his lips and how they had 'magical powers of suction'. He had at least hoped Quinn would attempt to contact him after not showing up at Breadstix for his party, but no such luck. His ex-girlfriend seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. Which was a shame, Sam thought sadly, they were starting to be okay. She was the only other person beside Blaine who had actually sat through his days-long Buffy marathons. He and Lauren had never gotten close, especially after she found out about his chip problem and made the decision to eat a bag of cool ranch Doritos every day at Glee Club for one week just to taunt him. Mike was so busy with Tina and doing everything possible to make himself look good for colleges that he hardly had time to text Sam let alone hang out with him. Artie and Puck tried... for about a week... to make plans with him then they just stopped trying and Sam gave up. The only person that had actively tried to stay up-to-date with Sam was Kurt.
Kurt Hummel was an oddity to Sam. While they had always been friends, they were never that close and Sam wasn't sure if they would stay friends if it wasn't convenient. But Kurt had been determined to stay in touch with Sam. Not that he was complaining! He appreciated it more than he could say and Kurt had introduced him to Blaine. Who, as it turned out, was just as big a nerd as Sam was. He was the other pea in Sam's pod. The three of them had hung out at least once a week, even after the move and Sam found two of the best friends he had ever had.
At first, Kurt and Blaine were super tentative around him. Never touching each other. Sam couldn't tell you why that bothered him but it did. When their hands would stay clasped in their respective laps Sam couldn't help but want to reach over and lace their fingers together. They so obviously belonged to each other. It had never crossed his mind until they were all sitting in his apartment's small living room watching A New Hope because Kurt had never seen it (and that was truly as great a tragedy as Sam had ever known) that HE was the reason they never showed outward affection for each other. It had never even occurred to him that they thought he, as a straight boy, would be uncomfortable with them and when the thought finally came into his head he was pissed. Pissed that they didn't know him better than that. They had both been reaching into the bowl to get a handful of kettle corn at the same time, their hands touched and they smiled at each other, shyly, before pulling their hands back and, once again, putting them into their own laps. Not even noticing that Sam had seen the whole thing and was now fuming,
"Will you just hold hands already? Please? Or... make-out or something. JESUS!"
Kurt's eyes got wide and Blaine's eyebrows went up.
"Dude, you've walked in on me showering but you aren't comfortable enough with me to hold hands with your boyfriend. That's some screwed up logic, yeah?"
Blaine spluttered, "What? In the shower...? What's he talking about?"
Kurt's cheeks turned red before he turned slightly on the couch to look at Sam. Giving him what he hoped was a serious enough look, Sam reached over and and took Kurt's hand and held it out to Blaine. Without missing a beat, like he had been waiting to hold his hand forever, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and intertwined their fingers. The digits fitting together so perfectly and relaxed that Sam felt a small flash of jealousy. He could have had that. If only Mercedes had given them a chance instead of breaking up with him as soon as the words "four hours away" left his mouth. Funny how the two boys sitting next to him were never hindered by 240 minutes. He looked over at them again, smiling at how the two had immediately leaned into one another.
He really was lucky to have those two... shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sam turned to his prattling father attempting to listen to the seemingly non-stop tour guiding he was providing. As they continued their way down the marble hallway towards the front office to meet with Sam's new R.A. and the headmaster, Sam found himself squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He was nervous but he had done this before and this oversized school was surely nothing compared to the minefield that was McKinley High.
Sam felt like the scholarship kid. The only reason he could even go to this school was because his Dad was part of the faculty now. He even got to stay in a dorm. Something he, at first, fought because he thought it was so unnecessary. Arguing with his parents that even though he received free boarding he was perfectly fine with sharing a room with both his baby siblings in the small two bedroom apartment they were renting. It would be less convenient living in the dorms and having to go back to the apartment to watch them every night. That was his staying point until his mother pointed out that she was perfectly capable of watching her own children now that she didn't have a full time job. Adding that he needed to have some freedom and a chance to be a normal kid after dealing with much more than a teenager should. Sam conceded and took the opportunity to board.
Upon finally meeting the headmaster, who turned out to be a headmistress, a lot of Sam's fears had been quelled. They assured him they would work with his learning challenges and the way they addressed what he considered his biggest weakness filled him with a hope that he had never felt before about school. His father was practically in heaven, gushing with the headmistress over the school's history. Sam tuned out the rest of the conversation. His mind wandering until the headmistress rose from her chair.
After quick goodbyes with his Dad, who was too busy planning the placement of his Indiana Jones motivational posters to really even notice that Sam was leaving, he was off to find his new dorm and meet his new roommate.
After wandering, lost, Sam finally found his dorm room with the help of a random boy so polite Sam wondered just how far off he was with the mind control thing. He hesitated, not knowing if he should knock or just use his new room key. Deciding to just use the key, it was his room after all, he let himself in. The first thing he saw were the words "Take Me Off" on what he assumed was his new roommate's shirt. He stopped just inside the doorway, unsure, and looked up from the three words and at his new roommate.
He was lean, tall. His delicate features were too sharp to be pretty. He winked at Sam then shifted his gaze to his mouth, before openly taking in the rest of Sam's body. Sucking in his lips self consciously, Sam walked the rest of the way into the room.
The boy smiled slowly, a predatory look taking over his face; perfect white teeth slowly appearing.
"Welcome to Dalton, roomie."
Chapter 2