Trouty and the Tramp Ch.3
Trouty and The Tramp
Chapter 3/? Toeing The Line
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 4,200. 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 felt terrible about knocking Sebastian down. He didn't like violence, the thing with Karofsky had been an exception to his typically easy going nature. His parents had always taught him to never be the one to start the fight. There were obviously exceptions to that rule but, for the most part, Sam had been non-confrontational all his life.
Even though the boy had basically been toeing the line of sexual harassment Sam was willing to let it go. He wasn't going to make any snap judgments, so he just ignored the comments and tried to respond as best he could.
He didn't want to make any enemies here. And even though Sebastian was kind of a pushy asshole, Sam could appreciate his wit. He was sure that once he waded through all the cocky bullshit, Sebastian was an okay person. And Sam wanted friends. He needed friends.
Sam thought back to the beginning of the summer. He had been sad when Mercedes had dumped him. They weren't too serious, but they had gotten pretty close. Still, he was so busy with the move that the fact that he had lost a friend didn't really hit him until his family was settled into their new home. And when it did hit him, it hit hard. Everything just became too much. He had to say goodbye to everything he knew AGAIN. For the second time in less than two years he had to leave behind people that he had grown to love.
He had stopped answering his phone, stopped checking his facebook. He didn't want to even try keeping in touch this time around. He just wanted to be done with everything to do with Lima; rip the band aid off so to speak.
He had been laying on the couch, watching Bones and Booth dance around each other when he heard three prim knocks on the apartment door. Sam groaned and hesitated a moment, deciding if it was worth it to get up, before standing and walking to the door. He looked in the peephole, frowned, and opened the door.
"Ummm... hi?"
"You are badly in need of a haircut, Samuel."
Kurt Hummel had stood before him, holding a tray of cupcakes in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other.
"What are you doing here Kurt?" The words were out of Sam's mouth before he had the chance to think about how they sounded. "I mean, uh, not that I'm not glad to see you, I just know that you aren't just randomly in my neck of the woods."
Kurt smiled at Sam, "Can I come in?" Sam nodded and moved to the side, letting Kurt glide in past him.
"Well, I tried texting, emailing, calling and facebooking you and you didn't respond to any of those. I know that I'm not the only one that you haven't been responding to. This way, you didn't have a choice. Sam, we were friends and there aren't a lot of people like you, I don't want to lose you just because you moved."
Sam was a little confused, "What do you mean, people like me?"
"Sam, most people in high school are so self involved that they can't think beyond themselves. You've shown on more than one occasion that you are such a genuine, unselfish, good and accepting person. That is so rare to find in general, but especially in high school."
Sam could feel his cheeks warming, he dipped his head, trying to hide the blush. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm really glad to see you. I don't know anyone around here yet, it's been pretty quiet and lonely since we moved."
Kurt moved towards Sam, a look on his face like he was trying to decide something, and then patted his arm.
"You're lucky Sam, I don't make these cupcakes very often. And when I do make them, they hardly ever make it out of the kitchen. It's like a sixth sense for Finn, he senses that I'm baking and comes to inhale whatever isn't nailed down." Sam started to laugh then stopped, realizing how long it had been since he actually had. Kurt must have noticed the action but ignored it continuing on. "I brought over a couple movies, so I'm thinking junk food and movies for today. I'm going to have to do an intensive skin care routine for the next couple days, but it's worth it."
That first time that Kurt had come over, they had just relaxed and not talked very much. It was just comfortable to hang out together. Sam had missed Kurt and his quick, dry wit. And when Kurt had left that night he had taken one look at Sam's face and crossed the space between them to embrace him. It was the first time in a long time that Sam had been hugged by someone who wasn't family in a completely platonic way. And as much as Sam was comforted by the closeness, it also almost broke him. He felt a sting in his eyes, he blinked fast and hard to try to stop the tears. His arms tightened around Kurt, and Kurt seemed to sense how upset Sam was and made a promise to come back next week and possibly bring Blaine. Sam had slept much easier that night.
He started responding to Kurt's text messages, and then Blaine would steal Kurt's phone to message about movies that they were going to watch the next week. Then Blaine started to text Sam too, and surprisingly Sam found that he had more in common with Blaine than he'd had in common with anyone for a long time. Between Kurt and Blaine, he found friends who shared his dorky interests and found his impersonations funny. As much as Kurt and Blaine could be themselves with Sam, he finally found friends that he didn't have to hide himself from either.
But here, at this new school, he didn't have people like Kurt and Blaine and he realized he wanted people like them. Friends he could depend on. He didn't expect to get the same kind of relationship he had with his best friends but he wanted something comparable. Sebastian didn't seem like the kind of guy that he could bullshit with while watching Resident Evil but that didn't mean he wanted to have bad blood between them. Besides, he had to live with him and Sebastian didn't seem like the type of guy to let anything go quietly. So, Sam knew he had to apologize somehow. Just maybe not that night. Sebastian was a little intimidating and Sam wanted to go visit his Dad. So if he walked into the room late that night and temporarily avoided a confrontation, that was preferable, at least for tonight.
Sam had set his phone alarm for early in the morning, early enough that he hoped to miss talking to Sebastian until he figured out exactly what to say. He showered, taking all of his stuff with him to the bathroom so he wouldn't have to go back to his room. Once he was ready for the day, he went to the cafeteria to get coffee and text Blaine. He needed some insight on where to go, maybe Blaine could tell him which of his friends were still here. Unsurprisingly, Sam's phone rang within seconds of sending his SOS text to Blaine.
"Hey dude, I didn't know if you'd be up or not. I didn't want to wake you."
Blaine laughed, "Since I've started dating Kurt, we go to bed right after our nightly phone skin sloughing routine. Kurt insists that having good skin requires good sleep. And he calls me every morning, and we do a morning skin routine too." He says this with only a slightly ashamed tinge in his voice.
Sam smiles, Kurt had given him products to try too, but he had gotten confused just by the sheer number and kind of given up instead just using the one moisturizer, which had been enough to appease Kurt. "Well, I'm here at Dalton, so far I've met Trent, the RA and my roommate. Trent seemed really cool, not so sure about my new roommate yet, I'm withholding judgment until I've gotten to know him better."
Blaine sensed the uncertainty, he knows all too well what it is like to start a new school, especially a boarding school where you don't know anyone. "Well, I would start out by hitting up the Warblers common room. My best friends were in the Warblers and I know they would love to have you, you have a really good voice Sam. Their common room is on the first floor at the end of the main hallway. And I may have talked about you, so they've heard about you once or twice."
"All right, I don't know that I want to join the Warblers, I know that the classes here are going to be harder and I'm really into football. And from what I've heard from you and Kurt, I don't think that it would be the same as New Directions... Would they just be cool if I hung out?"
"I'm sure, especially if they know that you're my friend. They're totally awesome guys, and the biggest thing I'm going to miss about Dalton."
"Ok, I think I'll head down that way. Classes start for me tomorrow and I would love to know a couple people before. Thanks man, I feel a little less nervous already."
He grabbed his coffee and headed to the main hallway. It was always a little nerve wracking to meet new people, but Blaine was something they would have in common right away and that actually made him feel a little better.
He had seen the Warblers perform before. He knew they were amazing and put together. But he never imagined he would see them like this. Loose and laughing. Dancing like loons. And at the center of it all was tall, arrogant Sebastian. He spun his body around in a move that made Sam think of Mike. Arms out, then in... he stopped mid-spin, eyes right on Sam. They widened slightly before crinkling in the corners as a slow smirk spread across his face.
The music stopped; the boys noticed their friend's distraction.
"Couldn't stay away from our awesomeness, huh?" Smirk still firmly in place he took a few steps forward. Bringing himself within arms reach of Sam but still within earshot of the other boys.
"Or maybe it was just me you couldn't stay away from."
Snickering started behind him.
"I doubt it, dude. Pretty sure it was my rock-star sound." A short, dark haired boy stood up from the couch he was sitting on, smiling as he walked over to clap a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.
Another boy walked forward, blond bangs hanging in his eyes. "Nick! Nick!," his voice high and girly, "Hey! Hey! Did you hear that! That was the sound of my panties dropping because you're such a fucking rock star." his voice trailed off, completely deadpan now.
Nick's grin faded slightly. "You shouldn't mock your best friend just because you're jealous, ass."
"Cant be jealous of your non-talent, dude."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Nick snorted, turned away from his "best friend" and held his hand out to Sam.
"I'm Nick and this douche is Jeff," he said pointing to the blond.
"You guys remind me of Dean and Sam."
"Who?"
Sam blushed. He forgot that he needed to think before talking when making introductions to people. Like he needed another "Sam I am" situation.
"Nothing. Nice to meet you."
While this interaction had been happening Sebastian had stayed silent, only cocking his hip slightly.
"Are you thinking of trying out...?"
"Sam." Sebastian provided airily.
"Sam? Blaine's Sam?" Nick asked and, at Sam's nod, slung an arm around Sam's shoulder. Jeff repeated the action on the other side on Sam. They walked him over to one of the couches in the room and forced him to sit down with them. Sam sunk so far into the middle of the couch that he was face level with Nick.
It was so uncomfortable that Sam couldn't help but say something. "No offense or anything but this couch kind of sucks. It feels like someones spent the last year jumping on it."
Nick and Jeff shared a smile. "Two years actually and you should ask your new miniature best friend about that one. Ask him about the three tables and six chairs he broke too."
"No, dude. Ask him about the antique chandelier."
The rest of the Warblers started piping in.
"Ask about the door!"
"...stuck in the railing."
"Stole all my hair gel."
"...threw my homework everywhere."
Nick sighed. " We really miss him. He was like the Jack Sparrow to our Black Pearl."
Jeff pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye.
The next hour was spent listening to the boys reminisce about Blaine, complain about Blaine and, finally, watching some of the boys actually get misty eyes over Blaine. In particular, there was one slightly chubby boy (Sam couldn't remember his name) that seemed particularly hurt that their "star" left them. They all asked Sam numerous questions about how Blaine was doing but they all seemed really focused on what he wore out of the uniform. When Sam informed them, "Umm... I don't know. Short colorful pants and bowties. He has, like, a sick aversion to socks too," a tall boy with frosted hair groaned and dug in his pocket to pull out his wallet and handed over what looked like a $50 dollar bill to Trent.
"I told you! I told all of you that when he took off the blazer he would just be a big nerd HA!"
Jeff turned towards Sam. "They get a little crazy about clothing. We usually stick to sweats and uniforms here."
Trent was still gloating. Fanning his face with the bill and dancing around in front of the rest of the boys.
The boys spent a majority of their time just goofing off, not really rehearsing or discussing anything. Sam found that they were really nice guys and they made him feel more welcome than pretty much anyone ever had at McKinley. He took advantage of the situation to watch Sebastian in action with the other Warblers. Much to his surprise, Sebastian was a funny, laid back guy with the other boys. He was a really good singer, able to keep up whenever the Warblers actually starting singing. He seemed to be well-liked and respected.
This made Sam question everything about their whole encounter the day before. Maybe he had done something to offend Sebastian and that was why Sebastian was being a dick. Or maybe Sebastian had some bad experiences in the past with homophobes and while Dalton had a zero tolerance policy for bullying, it didn't mean that it never happened. Maybe Sebastian had been testing him, to make sure that he would be ok with having a gay roommate and maybe Sam hadn't done so well on the test.
All of this only reinforced his belief that he actually needed to talk to Sebastian and get this all figured out because they were going to be roommates and he wanted to get along with him. So, they needed to clear the air. He had always been a fan of just putting everything out there and being as straightforward and honest as possible, there was really only one way to handle this. He was just going to have to talk to Sebastian.
"Can I talk to you?" Sam was proud at how steady his voice was.
Sebastian's face stayed impassive. "I don't know. Can you?"
Sam flinched. So his new roommate had noticed his early departure this morning. "We should get to know each other, you know? So we don't... misjudge or whatever."
"Misjudge, huh?," he gave a haughty sigh. "Fine. We can talk."
"Listen, I'm sorry about everything. I really don't care if you're gay, if you're bi, or you like dinosaurs. It doesn't make a difference to me at all. As we kind of talked about before, my two best friends in the whole world are gay. So, I have no problem with that at all. We're going to be roommates, we're sharing space, so I want to know that we can both be comfortable with each other."
Sebastian listened to Sam with a blank look on his face. When Sam stopped talking, Sebastian pursed his lips, nodding his head. "Agreed, we do need to be comfortable. And I want nothing more." He looked back at Sam, his gaze more intense than the conversation they were having called for.
Sam had never claimed to be very smart or overly perceptive when it came to reading people, but he definitely got the idea that Sebastian meant more than the words he was saying. He needed to keep an open mind and give Sebastian another chance.
"I'm thinking that we should just pretend that yesterday never happened and that we're meeting for the first time today, right now. If that's ok with you and you can do that, I think that would be best."
Sebastian nodded wordlessly. He stuck his hand out and crossed the room to Sam. "Hi, I'm Sebastian, you must be my new roommate. Nice to meet you."
Sam smiled and shook Sebastian's offered hand. "Nice to meet you too. Do you want to head to the cafeteria and grab some food, we can talk while we eat..."
Sebastian motioned to the door, "I'll follow you roomie."
They spent the next hour and a half talking, discussing their old schools, glee clubs, extra-curriculars. They talked about food, music and movies they liked. Some of the Warblers had been in the cafeteria and they had all sat together. Sam felt like Sebastian had let his guard down a little, he really hoped that they could pretend the whole previous day hadn't happened.
He still feels a little like Sebastian is more flirty than he is 100% comfortable with and that sometimes he says one thing and means another. But, in the name of being friends, he tries to ignore those things. As weird as it sounds, even as Sam thinks it to himself Sebastian's flirting isn't what's making him uncomfortable, its the way that the flirting makes Sam feel that he isn't comfortable with.
The whole cafeteria session had made Sam feel better about Sebastian, but it had left him with a lot to think about. When they had got back to their dorm room, he had told Sebastian he wanted to try to take a nap. Sebastian had said that he was going to go shower, he had grabbed a shower caddy and an armful of clothing and towels leaving the room. Sam had put his earbuds in and grabbed his journal.
He started to write his thoughts down, letting them flow without questioning what he was writing down. His thoughts surprised him. He liked it when Sebastian flirted with him. It made him feel the exact same way Quinn, Santana and Mercedes had made him feel when they flirted. He was pretty sure that he hadn't ever had a guy flirt with him before, so he didn't really have anything to compare it to.
Sam really hadn't ever even thought about another dude like that. He liked girls, had even thought he loved Quinn. There were times when he had noticed that Kurt had looked nice or something but that didn't mean anything... right?
He is pondering if there really are degrees of straightness when the door to his dorm opens and Sebastian walks in. Sam glances up from his book; Sebastian is only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and has a towel thrown over his shoulder. As much as Sam tries, he can't stop looking at Sebastian. His broad shoulders, the way his waist tapers tightly into the low slung sweatpants. The water droplets dripping down his torso, Sam can't stop staring...
Sebastian sets his shower caddy down by the door, eyes never leaving Sam's.
"Enjoying the view there, roomie?"
This finally shocks Sam enough to tear his eyes away, "Will you please just stop?"
"Stop what?" Sebastian smirks knowingly at Sam.
"Stop with the non stop come ons. I am not interested. I'm straight, dude. Seriously. After our whole conversation earlier, we hung out. I thought we were cool."
"Sam, there is nothing serious about your straightness... and we are cool."
"Enough! You don't even really know me. And you are seriously the pushiest person I have ever met in my life!"
"You seem to like being pushed."
Sam's anger bubbled up, it was like Sebastian could see straight into his head and he was freaked out enough as it was. He was on his feet and in front of Sebastian before he even realized it. He wanted to shake him and yell at him, anything to distract Sebastian and himself from continuing this line of conversation. He could feel his whole body shaking, unable to even identify what emotion he was feeling.
Sebastian whipped the towel off his shoulder, throwing it onto his bed. He appeared entirely unfazed by Sam, by his closeness, his anger or whatever it was that Sam was radiating. "What are you going to do about it... roomie?"
Sam felt something break, he couldn't move. He stared at Sebastian, and it seemed like slow motion as he watched him lean in.
Their lips met harshly. Teeth knocking slightly but Sam didn't care. The other boy pressed closer. Arms were wrapped low around his waist. Sebastian's teeth scraped on his top lip, spreading his lips open so he could lick his way into Sam's mouth. Sebastian's fingertips roughly dug into the skin right at his waistband and all the while his tongue was rubbing and thrusting along Sam's.
Sam had never been kissed like this before. Even with Santana she had never been this demanding and Sam realized he liked this better. He liked when Sebastian bit at his mouth and pushed his fingers into his skin hard enough to bruise. He enjoyed it so much that he didn't even protest when Sebastian used his body to push Sam into the wall.
Sam couldn't help but compare this to his ex-girlfriends. The soft smell of Quinn's perfume so different than the concentrated manly smell exuding off of Sebastian's bare torso. Mercedes' small hands had felt so much more gentle and delicate on his body than Sebastian's firm grip and touches. The smooth curve of Santana's breasts and waist, compared to Sebastian's firm and muscular upper body.
Hands were brought out from behind his back and slowly around to his front. Rubbing under his shirt, feeling along the ridges of his abs. The moan that was working its way out of Sam's mouth turned into a gasp when he felt nails scrape lightly at the skin below his bellybutton. Sebastian pulled away from Sam's mouth, looking right at him with sparkling eyes before bringing his mouth down to Sam's neck and licking a wide strip from his Adam's apple all the way to his ear; sharp teeth then tugging..
That's when Sam realized he was hard. Really hard. And Sebastian must have realized this fact at the same time because he shifted his hips slightly to the left so his thigh was right in Sam's groin. Then he rolled his lower body and ground his thigh into Sam roughly. Sam bit into his swollen lip to stop the groan that was threatening to spill from him. Sebastian was sucking and biting into his neck and he rolled his hips again and suddenly it was all too much for Sam.
Finally, everything catches up to Sam and his hands push Sebastian away. He tries to find the words to tell Sebastian that he doesn't want this, that he isn't gay. But, again his body betrays him and he can't find the words, he can't even make his mouth work at all. All he can manage to get out is, "No, just don't." He holds his hands up as if he can ward Sebastian away. He pushes past him, still just standing there frozen. A step away from the door and from escape, he feels a hand on his bicep.
He whirls around, prepared for a fight, but completely unprepared for the what he actually sees. Sebastian is looking at him, his eyes wide, his confidence entirely missing. "Can we talk about this? Just talk. I promise."
"Just get the fuck away from me, I'm not gay, I don't want you. I want you to leave me alone! Seriously, I don't know why you can't figure it out, I DON'T WANT YOU!"
He wrenched his arm out of Sebastian's grip and ran out the door.
Chapter 2 / Chapter 4
Chapter 3/? Toeing The Line
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 4,200. 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 felt terrible about knocking Sebastian down. He didn't like violence, the thing with Karofsky had been an exception to his typically easy going nature. His parents had always taught him to never be the one to start the fight. There were obviously exceptions to that rule but, for the most part, Sam had been non-confrontational all his life.
Even though the boy had basically been toeing the line of sexual harassment Sam was willing to let it go. He wasn't going to make any snap judgments, so he just ignored the comments and tried to respond as best he could.
He didn't want to make any enemies here. And even though Sebastian was kind of a pushy asshole, Sam could appreciate his wit. He was sure that once he waded through all the cocky bullshit, Sebastian was an okay person. And Sam wanted friends. He needed friends.
Sam thought back to the beginning of the summer. He had been sad when Mercedes had dumped him. They weren't too serious, but they had gotten pretty close. Still, he was so busy with the move that the fact that he had lost a friend didn't really hit him until his family was settled into their new home. And when it did hit him, it hit hard. Everything just became too much. He had to say goodbye to everything he knew AGAIN. For the second time in less than two years he had to leave behind people that he had grown to love.
He had stopped answering his phone, stopped checking his facebook. He didn't want to even try keeping in touch this time around. He just wanted to be done with everything to do with Lima; rip the band aid off so to speak.
He had been laying on the couch, watching Bones and Booth dance around each other when he heard three prim knocks on the apartment door. Sam groaned and hesitated a moment, deciding if it was worth it to get up, before standing and walking to the door. He looked in the peephole, frowned, and opened the door.
"Ummm... hi?"
"You are badly in need of a haircut, Samuel."
Kurt Hummel had stood before him, holding a tray of cupcakes in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other.
"What are you doing here Kurt?" The words were out of Sam's mouth before he had the chance to think about how they sounded. "I mean, uh, not that I'm not glad to see you, I just know that you aren't just randomly in my neck of the woods."
Kurt smiled at Sam, "Can I come in?" Sam nodded and moved to the side, letting Kurt glide in past him.
"Well, I tried texting, emailing, calling and facebooking you and you didn't respond to any of those. I know that I'm not the only one that you haven't been responding to. This way, you didn't have a choice. Sam, we were friends and there aren't a lot of people like you, I don't want to lose you just because you moved."
Sam was a little confused, "What do you mean, people like me?"
"Sam, most people in high school are so self involved that they can't think beyond themselves. You've shown on more than one occasion that you are such a genuine, unselfish, good and accepting person. That is so rare to find in general, but especially in high school."
Sam could feel his cheeks warming, he dipped his head, trying to hide the blush. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm really glad to see you. I don't know anyone around here yet, it's been pretty quiet and lonely since we moved."
Kurt moved towards Sam, a look on his face like he was trying to decide something, and then patted his arm.
"You're lucky Sam, I don't make these cupcakes very often. And when I do make them, they hardly ever make it out of the kitchen. It's like a sixth sense for Finn, he senses that I'm baking and comes to inhale whatever isn't nailed down." Sam started to laugh then stopped, realizing how long it had been since he actually had. Kurt must have noticed the action but ignored it continuing on. "I brought over a couple movies, so I'm thinking junk food and movies for today. I'm going to have to do an intensive skin care routine for the next couple days, but it's worth it."
That first time that Kurt had come over, they had just relaxed and not talked very much. It was just comfortable to hang out together. Sam had missed Kurt and his quick, dry wit. And when Kurt had left that night he had taken one look at Sam's face and crossed the space between them to embrace him. It was the first time in a long time that Sam had been hugged by someone who wasn't family in a completely platonic way. And as much as Sam was comforted by the closeness, it also almost broke him. He felt a sting in his eyes, he blinked fast and hard to try to stop the tears. His arms tightened around Kurt, and Kurt seemed to sense how upset Sam was and made a promise to come back next week and possibly bring Blaine. Sam had slept much easier that night.
He started responding to Kurt's text messages, and then Blaine would steal Kurt's phone to message about movies that they were going to watch the next week. Then Blaine started to text Sam too, and surprisingly Sam found that he had more in common with Blaine than he'd had in common with anyone for a long time. Between Kurt and Blaine, he found friends who shared his dorky interests and found his impersonations funny. As much as Kurt and Blaine could be themselves with Sam, he finally found friends that he didn't have to hide himself from either.
But here, at this new school, he didn't have people like Kurt and Blaine and he realized he wanted people like them. Friends he could depend on. He didn't expect to get the same kind of relationship he had with his best friends but he wanted something comparable. Sebastian didn't seem like the kind of guy that he could bullshit with while watching Resident Evil but that didn't mean he wanted to have bad blood between them. Besides, he had to live with him and Sebastian didn't seem like the type of guy to let anything go quietly. So, Sam knew he had to apologize somehow. Just maybe not that night. Sebastian was a little intimidating and Sam wanted to go visit his Dad. So if he walked into the room late that night and temporarily avoided a confrontation, that was preferable, at least for tonight.
Sam had set his phone alarm for early in the morning, early enough that he hoped to miss talking to Sebastian until he figured out exactly what to say. He showered, taking all of his stuff with him to the bathroom so he wouldn't have to go back to his room. Once he was ready for the day, he went to the cafeteria to get coffee and text Blaine. He needed some insight on where to go, maybe Blaine could tell him which of his friends were still here. Unsurprisingly, Sam's phone rang within seconds of sending his SOS text to Blaine.
"Hey dude, I didn't know if you'd be up or not. I didn't want to wake you."
Blaine laughed, "Since I've started dating Kurt, we go to bed right after our nightly phone skin sloughing routine. Kurt insists that having good skin requires good sleep. And he calls me every morning, and we do a morning skin routine too." He says this with only a slightly ashamed tinge in his voice.
Sam smiles, Kurt had given him products to try too, but he had gotten confused just by the sheer number and kind of given up instead just using the one moisturizer, which had been enough to appease Kurt. "Well, I'm here at Dalton, so far I've met Trent, the RA and my roommate. Trent seemed really cool, not so sure about my new roommate yet, I'm withholding judgment until I've gotten to know him better."
Blaine sensed the uncertainty, he knows all too well what it is like to start a new school, especially a boarding school where you don't know anyone. "Well, I would start out by hitting up the Warblers common room. My best friends were in the Warblers and I know they would love to have you, you have a really good voice Sam. Their common room is on the first floor at the end of the main hallway. And I may have talked about you, so they've heard about you once or twice."
"All right, I don't know that I want to join the Warblers, I know that the classes here are going to be harder and I'm really into football. And from what I've heard from you and Kurt, I don't think that it would be the same as New Directions... Would they just be cool if I hung out?"
"I'm sure, especially if they know that you're my friend. They're totally awesome guys, and the biggest thing I'm going to miss about Dalton."
"Ok, I think I'll head down that way. Classes start for me tomorrow and I would love to know a couple people before. Thanks man, I feel a little less nervous already."
He grabbed his coffee and headed to the main hallway. It was always a little nerve wracking to meet new people, but Blaine was something they would have in common right away and that actually made him feel a little better.
He had seen the Warblers perform before. He knew they were amazing and put together. But he never imagined he would see them like this. Loose and laughing. Dancing like loons. And at the center of it all was tall, arrogant Sebastian. He spun his body around in a move that made Sam think of Mike. Arms out, then in... he stopped mid-spin, eyes right on Sam. They widened slightly before crinkling in the corners as a slow smirk spread across his face.
The music stopped; the boys noticed their friend's distraction.
"Couldn't stay away from our awesomeness, huh?" Smirk still firmly in place he took a few steps forward. Bringing himself within arms reach of Sam but still within earshot of the other boys.
"Or maybe it was just me you couldn't stay away from."
Snickering started behind him.
"I doubt it, dude. Pretty sure it was my rock-star sound." A short, dark haired boy stood up from the couch he was sitting on, smiling as he walked over to clap a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.
Another boy walked forward, blond bangs hanging in his eyes. "Nick! Nick!," his voice high and girly, "Hey! Hey! Did you hear that! That was the sound of my panties dropping because you're such a fucking rock star." his voice trailed off, completely deadpan now.
Nick's grin faded slightly. "You shouldn't mock your best friend just because you're jealous, ass."
"Cant be jealous of your non-talent, dude."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Nick snorted, turned away from his "best friend" and held his hand out to Sam.
"I'm Nick and this douche is Jeff," he said pointing to the blond.
"You guys remind me of Dean and Sam."
"Who?"
Sam blushed. He forgot that he needed to think before talking when making introductions to people. Like he needed another "Sam I am" situation.
"Nothing. Nice to meet you."
While this interaction had been happening Sebastian had stayed silent, only cocking his hip slightly.
"Are you thinking of trying out...?"
"Sam." Sebastian provided airily.
"Sam? Blaine's Sam?" Nick asked and, at Sam's nod, slung an arm around Sam's shoulder. Jeff repeated the action on the other side on Sam. They walked him over to one of the couches in the room and forced him to sit down with them. Sam sunk so far into the middle of the couch that he was face level with Nick.
It was so uncomfortable that Sam couldn't help but say something. "No offense or anything but this couch kind of sucks. It feels like someones spent the last year jumping on it."
Nick and Jeff shared a smile. "Two years actually and you should ask your new miniature best friend about that one. Ask him about the three tables and six chairs he broke too."
"No, dude. Ask him about the antique chandelier."
The rest of the Warblers started piping in.
"Ask about the door!"
"...stuck in the railing."
"Stole all my hair gel."
"...threw my homework everywhere."
Nick sighed. " We really miss him. He was like the Jack Sparrow to our Black Pearl."
Jeff pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye.
The next hour was spent listening to the boys reminisce about Blaine, complain about Blaine and, finally, watching some of the boys actually get misty eyes over Blaine. In particular, there was one slightly chubby boy (Sam couldn't remember his name) that seemed particularly hurt that their "star" left them. They all asked Sam numerous questions about how Blaine was doing but they all seemed really focused on what he wore out of the uniform. When Sam informed them, "Umm... I don't know. Short colorful pants and bowties. He has, like, a sick aversion to socks too," a tall boy with frosted hair groaned and dug in his pocket to pull out his wallet and handed over what looked like a $50 dollar bill to Trent.
"I told you! I told all of you that when he took off the blazer he would just be a big nerd HA!"
Jeff turned towards Sam. "They get a little crazy about clothing. We usually stick to sweats and uniforms here."
Trent was still gloating. Fanning his face with the bill and dancing around in front of the rest of the boys.
The boys spent a majority of their time just goofing off, not really rehearsing or discussing anything. Sam found that they were really nice guys and they made him feel more welcome than pretty much anyone ever had at McKinley. He took advantage of the situation to watch Sebastian in action with the other Warblers. Much to his surprise, Sebastian was a funny, laid back guy with the other boys. He was a really good singer, able to keep up whenever the Warblers actually starting singing. He seemed to be well-liked and respected.
This made Sam question everything about their whole encounter the day before. Maybe he had done something to offend Sebastian and that was why Sebastian was being a dick. Or maybe Sebastian had some bad experiences in the past with homophobes and while Dalton had a zero tolerance policy for bullying, it didn't mean that it never happened. Maybe Sebastian had been testing him, to make sure that he would be ok with having a gay roommate and maybe Sam hadn't done so well on the test.
All of this only reinforced his belief that he actually needed to talk to Sebastian and get this all figured out because they were going to be roommates and he wanted to get along with him. So, they needed to clear the air. He had always been a fan of just putting everything out there and being as straightforward and honest as possible, there was really only one way to handle this. He was just going to have to talk to Sebastian.
"Can I talk to you?" Sam was proud at how steady his voice was.
Sebastian's face stayed impassive. "I don't know. Can you?"
Sam flinched. So his new roommate had noticed his early departure this morning. "We should get to know each other, you know? So we don't... misjudge or whatever."
"Misjudge, huh?," he gave a haughty sigh. "Fine. We can talk."
"Listen, I'm sorry about everything. I really don't care if you're gay, if you're bi, or you like dinosaurs. It doesn't make a difference to me at all. As we kind of talked about before, my two best friends in the whole world are gay. So, I have no problem with that at all. We're going to be roommates, we're sharing space, so I want to know that we can both be comfortable with each other."
Sebastian listened to Sam with a blank look on his face. When Sam stopped talking, Sebastian pursed his lips, nodding his head. "Agreed, we do need to be comfortable. And I want nothing more." He looked back at Sam, his gaze more intense than the conversation they were having called for.
Sam had never claimed to be very smart or overly perceptive when it came to reading people, but he definitely got the idea that Sebastian meant more than the words he was saying. He needed to keep an open mind and give Sebastian another chance.
"I'm thinking that we should just pretend that yesterday never happened and that we're meeting for the first time today, right now. If that's ok with you and you can do that, I think that would be best."
Sebastian nodded wordlessly. He stuck his hand out and crossed the room to Sam. "Hi, I'm Sebastian, you must be my new roommate. Nice to meet you."
Sam smiled and shook Sebastian's offered hand. "Nice to meet you too. Do you want to head to the cafeteria and grab some food, we can talk while we eat..."
Sebastian motioned to the door, "I'll follow you roomie."
They spent the next hour and a half talking, discussing their old schools, glee clubs, extra-curriculars. They talked about food, music and movies they liked. Some of the Warblers had been in the cafeteria and they had all sat together. Sam felt like Sebastian had let his guard down a little, he really hoped that they could pretend the whole previous day hadn't happened.
He still feels a little like Sebastian is more flirty than he is 100% comfortable with and that sometimes he says one thing and means another. But, in the name of being friends, he tries to ignore those things. As weird as it sounds, even as Sam thinks it to himself Sebastian's flirting isn't what's making him uncomfortable, its the way that the flirting makes Sam feel that he isn't comfortable with.
The whole cafeteria session had made Sam feel better about Sebastian, but it had left him with a lot to think about. When they had got back to their dorm room, he had told Sebastian he wanted to try to take a nap. Sebastian had said that he was going to go shower, he had grabbed a shower caddy and an armful of clothing and towels leaving the room. Sam had put his earbuds in and grabbed his journal.
He started to write his thoughts down, letting them flow without questioning what he was writing down. His thoughts surprised him. He liked it when Sebastian flirted with him. It made him feel the exact same way Quinn, Santana and Mercedes had made him feel when they flirted. He was pretty sure that he hadn't ever had a guy flirt with him before, so he didn't really have anything to compare it to.
Sam really hadn't ever even thought about another dude like that. He liked girls, had even thought he loved Quinn. There were times when he had noticed that Kurt had looked nice or something but that didn't mean anything... right?
He is pondering if there really are degrees of straightness when the door to his dorm opens and Sebastian walks in. Sam glances up from his book; Sebastian is only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and has a towel thrown over his shoulder. As much as Sam tries, he can't stop looking at Sebastian. His broad shoulders, the way his waist tapers tightly into the low slung sweatpants. The water droplets dripping down his torso, Sam can't stop staring...
Sebastian sets his shower caddy down by the door, eyes never leaving Sam's.
"Enjoying the view there, roomie?"
This finally shocks Sam enough to tear his eyes away, "Will you please just stop?"
"Stop what?" Sebastian smirks knowingly at Sam.
"Stop with the non stop come ons. I am not interested. I'm straight, dude. Seriously. After our whole conversation earlier, we hung out. I thought we were cool."
"Sam, there is nothing serious about your straightness... and we are cool."
"Enough! You don't even really know me. And you are seriously the pushiest person I have ever met in my life!"
"You seem to like being pushed."
Sam's anger bubbled up, it was like Sebastian could see straight into his head and he was freaked out enough as it was. He was on his feet and in front of Sebastian before he even realized it. He wanted to shake him and yell at him, anything to distract Sebastian and himself from continuing this line of conversation. He could feel his whole body shaking, unable to even identify what emotion he was feeling.
Sebastian whipped the towel off his shoulder, throwing it onto his bed. He appeared entirely unfazed by Sam, by his closeness, his anger or whatever it was that Sam was radiating. "What are you going to do about it... roomie?"
Sam felt something break, he couldn't move. He stared at Sebastian, and it seemed like slow motion as he watched him lean in.
Their lips met harshly. Teeth knocking slightly but Sam didn't care. The other boy pressed closer. Arms were wrapped low around his waist. Sebastian's teeth scraped on his top lip, spreading his lips open so he could lick his way into Sam's mouth. Sebastian's fingertips roughly dug into the skin right at his waistband and all the while his tongue was rubbing and thrusting along Sam's.
Sam had never been kissed like this before. Even with Santana she had never been this demanding and Sam realized he liked this better. He liked when Sebastian bit at his mouth and pushed his fingers into his skin hard enough to bruise. He enjoyed it so much that he didn't even protest when Sebastian used his body to push Sam into the wall.
Sam couldn't help but compare this to his ex-girlfriends. The soft smell of Quinn's perfume so different than the concentrated manly smell exuding off of Sebastian's bare torso. Mercedes' small hands had felt so much more gentle and delicate on his body than Sebastian's firm grip and touches. The smooth curve of Santana's breasts and waist, compared to Sebastian's firm and muscular upper body.
Hands were brought out from behind his back and slowly around to his front. Rubbing under his shirt, feeling along the ridges of his abs. The moan that was working its way out of Sam's mouth turned into a gasp when he felt nails scrape lightly at the skin below his bellybutton. Sebastian pulled away from Sam's mouth, looking right at him with sparkling eyes before bringing his mouth down to Sam's neck and licking a wide strip from his Adam's apple all the way to his ear; sharp teeth then tugging..
That's when Sam realized he was hard. Really hard. And Sebastian must have realized this fact at the same time because he shifted his hips slightly to the left so his thigh was right in Sam's groin. Then he rolled his lower body and ground his thigh into Sam roughly. Sam bit into his swollen lip to stop the groan that was threatening to spill from him. Sebastian was sucking and biting into his neck and he rolled his hips again and suddenly it was all too much for Sam.
Finally, everything catches up to Sam and his hands push Sebastian away. He tries to find the words to tell Sebastian that he doesn't want this, that he isn't gay. But, again his body betrays him and he can't find the words, he can't even make his mouth work at all. All he can manage to get out is, "No, just don't." He holds his hands up as if he can ward Sebastian away. He pushes past him, still just standing there frozen. A step away from the door and from escape, he feels a hand on his bicep.
He whirls around, prepared for a fight, but completely unprepared for the what he actually sees. Sebastian is looking at him, his eyes wide, his confidence entirely missing. "Can we talk about this? Just talk. I promise."
"Just get the fuck away from me, I'm not gay, I don't want you. I want you to leave me alone! Seriously, I don't know why you can't figure it out, I DON'T WANT YOU!"
He wrenched his arm out of Sebastian's grip and ran out the door.
Chapter 2 / Chapter 4