Situations
Title: Situations
Pairing: KUM
Summary: Sam and Kurt are best friends, they have helped each other through so much. But suddenly the feelings are deeper and they can't control their feelings. They think they're being subtle, but they're wrong.
Warnings: Graphic sex, infidelity and voyeurism
Infidelity-Don't like, don't read. Slight Blaine hate from Sam's POV.
Part: 1/5
I wonder sometimes if I always loved Kurt, if it wasn't a gradual thing but it had always been there at the back of my mind. Looking back on the day we met, I still can't help grinning to myself like an idiot. My biggest regret was missing out on that duet because Kurt's the most incredible performer I've ever seen. We became friends a little too late though. It was about a week after Regionals when I delivered the pizza to Dalton in the rain.
The journey wasn't short and I didn't have a car. I expect Blaine only orders from the pizza place I work at because nothing else is up to his standards. Anyway, it was raining and Kurt let me in to dry off, he fussed around and made me a cup of tea and told me he'd drive me home when I warmed up. It took all of five minutes before he stopped suddenly and stared at me, his eyes growing wide as he took in my appearance. Somehow he just knew. Like he knew I dyed my hair. Like he knew I was gay. Kurt's got this sixth sense, which is really unnerving and only seems to work on me. I doubt I'll ever be able to get away with anything in this relationship, seriously. I told him everything about my dad losing his job and living in the motel, and he listened. I barely knew him at the time, but I’d always felt that I could trust him.
That's part of it you see? I don't believe in fate, but me and Kurt were meant to be together. You could say we were always tethered but we didn't notice until it was too late and then we did some stupid, cruel things when we finally figured it out.
The first time it happened was a few days after Kurt returned to McKinley. We were quiet about or new friendship because I didn't want people gossiping about my home life. We'd spent a few days a week at first hanging at the motel with Stacey and Stevie, watching films, reading, studying. It was a pleasant escape and Kurt always seemed to enjoy himself. After a while Kurt stopped coming over. Every now and then we'd say hi to each other in the corridor or sit with each other in Glee club, but not much else. It was a Friday night when I got a text from him asking if I wanted to come over. Blaine was out of town, Finn was at Quinn's and he wanted a catch up. I remember being stupidly happy and excited about it.
We watched a few films, alternating musicals and sci fis and laughing about how different the two of us were. It felt completely natural when Kurt shifted himself closer to me on his sofa and rested his head on my shoulder. Nothing felt abnormal about running my hands through his brown hair and listening to him sigh. The shiver that crawled up my spine did not feel right though, and the way his hand hesitantly reached over to mine and we entwined fingers. I was thinking 'friends hold hands right?'. Maybe, but when friends hold hands it does not feel like that, like we should have been doing it our whole lives. Kurt shifted again and this time looked up at me and our eyes locked, serious expressions and blank gazes fixing upon each other.
I moved first. Our faces were already so close, that it only took a small lean forward before our lips were very nearly touching. I felt Kurt's breathe against them and we paused for what seemed like hours, before in one quick movement he had his hand on the back of my head and brought my lips down hard against his own. My hands found his hips and I lifted him onto my lap, so he could straddle my hips, while his fingers gripped at my hair. It was wrong. We both had that pounding voice in our heads telling us to stop, to think of Blaine. I never in my life thought I'd cheat on someone or let someone else do it, not after what I'd been through with Quinn. It just felt like we shouldn't stop. All too soon though, Kurt pulled away from me with a look of utter pain written across his face, his eyes wet with tears.
“Shit, I'm so sorry” My voice came out far more shakily than I intended. Kurt however didn't move from my lap, his hand brushed against my cheek and I let my eyes close as he gazed at me. I half expected him to jump up and tell me to leave or to start screaming at me, but he rested his forehead against mine and waited until my eyes had fluttered back open. It was intimidating being under that stare but then without uttering a word, Kurt began to push my hoody over my shoulders.
“Kiss me again” He whispered, hands tugging at my t shirt.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I'm sure. Kiss me”
I leant forward again and this time the kiss was filled with so much passion I began to see stars in my vision. Kurt was running his hands under my shirt, the contact against my skin making me shudder and he pressed his tongue against my lips, moaning as I opened my mouth. He pressed his hips hard against mine and I felt the undeniable pressure of his hard on rubbing against mine through far too much denim.
“We shouldn't be doing this” Kurt pulled away again, his hands with drawing from my stomach and settling behind my head. He looked annoyed at himself, his eyes staring somewhere next to my face.
“Maybe not” I replied.
“It feels really good though” Kurt blushed red and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes finally resting on me. “If we stop here, we can say we made a mistake and get on with our lives....”
I placed my hands on his thighs, which were clad in the skinniest pair of jeans possible, and as he spoke I began to run them over the denim, edging closer to Kurt's belt buckle.
“Okay, fuck it”
His lips crashed back down against mine and small hands proved themselves to be strong as he shoved me hard down on the bed, his teeth sinking into my lower lip. Our fingers grabbed at clothing, breathes loud and heavy in the air. It felt right, both of us would refuse to admit it, but it felt like we were meant to be doing it. He surprised me with his forwardness, as his palm rubbing against the front of my jeans and he moaned out again, feeling my hardness beneath my jeans. As we pushed our hips against each others, we didn't think of the door to Kurt's basement room, which was left wide open. Our moans and Kurt's heavy breathes were enough to muffle out the footstep on the top stair and Quinn's gasp. It wasn't something we even expected to happen, as Kurt was so certain Finn and Quinn would be out all night, but they'd come back to a house they expected to be empty and seen the two of us tangled on Kurt's bed, him tugging at my shirt and biting into my neck, while I arched my back into his thrusts and struggled to pull open the buttons on his shirt.
One thought that flashed through my head was 'it's just kissing, that doesn’t count as cheating'. I hated myself for that. Quinn had just kissed Finn, that was never okay. This was so much more than that. This was a years worth of sexual frustration and secretly crushing on each other, being thrown into a kiss that made me feel faint. Our bodies pressed close together, feeling the warmth of each others bare chests and the hot kisses on each others faces.
We weren't thinking of anything but each other and in that moment, it didn't matter and it didn't feel at all wrong.
Pairing: KUM
Summary: Sam and Kurt are best friends, they have helped each other through so much. But suddenly the feelings are deeper and they can't control their feelings. They think they're being subtle, but they're wrong.
Warnings: Graphic sex, infidelity and voyeurism
Infidelity-Don't like, don't read. Slight Blaine hate from Sam's POV.
Part: 1/5
I wonder sometimes if I always loved Kurt, if it wasn't a gradual thing but it had always been there at the back of my mind. Looking back on the day we met, I still can't help grinning to myself like an idiot. My biggest regret was missing out on that duet because Kurt's the most incredible performer I've ever seen. We became friends a little too late though. It was about a week after Regionals when I delivered the pizza to Dalton in the rain.
The journey wasn't short and I didn't have a car. I expect Blaine only orders from the pizza place I work at because nothing else is up to his standards. Anyway, it was raining and Kurt let me in to dry off, he fussed around and made me a cup of tea and told me he'd drive me home when I warmed up. It took all of five minutes before he stopped suddenly and stared at me, his eyes growing wide as he took in my appearance. Somehow he just knew. Like he knew I dyed my hair. Like he knew I was gay. Kurt's got this sixth sense, which is really unnerving and only seems to work on me. I doubt I'll ever be able to get away with anything in this relationship, seriously. I told him everything about my dad losing his job and living in the motel, and he listened. I barely knew him at the time, but I’d always felt that I could trust him.
That's part of it you see? I don't believe in fate, but me and Kurt were meant to be together. You could say we were always tethered but we didn't notice until it was too late and then we did some stupid, cruel things when we finally figured it out.
The first time it happened was a few days after Kurt returned to McKinley. We were quiet about or new friendship because I didn't want people gossiping about my home life. We'd spent a few days a week at first hanging at the motel with Stacey and Stevie, watching films, reading, studying. It was a pleasant escape and Kurt always seemed to enjoy himself. After a while Kurt stopped coming over. Every now and then we'd say hi to each other in the corridor or sit with each other in Glee club, but not much else. It was a Friday night when I got a text from him asking if I wanted to come over. Blaine was out of town, Finn was at Quinn's and he wanted a catch up. I remember being stupidly happy and excited about it.
We watched a few films, alternating musicals and sci fis and laughing about how different the two of us were. It felt completely natural when Kurt shifted himself closer to me on his sofa and rested his head on my shoulder. Nothing felt abnormal about running my hands through his brown hair and listening to him sigh. The shiver that crawled up my spine did not feel right though, and the way his hand hesitantly reached over to mine and we entwined fingers. I was thinking 'friends hold hands right?'. Maybe, but when friends hold hands it does not feel like that, like we should have been doing it our whole lives. Kurt shifted again and this time looked up at me and our eyes locked, serious expressions and blank gazes fixing upon each other.
I moved first. Our faces were already so close, that it only took a small lean forward before our lips were very nearly touching. I felt Kurt's breathe against them and we paused for what seemed like hours, before in one quick movement he had his hand on the back of my head and brought my lips down hard against his own. My hands found his hips and I lifted him onto my lap, so he could straddle my hips, while his fingers gripped at my hair. It was wrong. We both had that pounding voice in our heads telling us to stop, to think of Blaine. I never in my life thought I'd cheat on someone or let someone else do it, not after what I'd been through with Quinn. It just felt like we shouldn't stop. All too soon though, Kurt pulled away from me with a look of utter pain written across his face, his eyes wet with tears.
“Shit, I'm so sorry” My voice came out far more shakily than I intended. Kurt however didn't move from my lap, his hand brushed against my cheek and I let my eyes close as he gazed at me. I half expected him to jump up and tell me to leave or to start screaming at me, but he rested his forehead against mine and waited until my eyes had fluttered back open. It was intimidating being under that stare but then without uttering a word, Kurt began to push my hoody over my shoulders.
“Kiss me again” He whispered, hands tugging at my t shirt.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I'm sure. Kiss me”
I leant forward again and this time the kiss was filled with so much passion I began to see stars in my vision. Kurt was running his hands under my shirt, the contact against my skin making me shudder and he pressed his tongue against my lips, moaning as I opened my mouth. He pressed his hips hard against mine and I felt the undeniable pressure of his hard on rubbing against mine through far too much denim.
“We shouldn't be doing this” Kurt pulled away again, his hands with drawing from my stomach and settling behind my head. He looked annoyed at himself, his eyes staring somewhere next to my face.
“Maybe not” I replied.
“It feels really good though” Kurt blushed red and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes finally resting on me. “If we stop here, we can say we made a mistake and get on with our lives....”
I placed my hands on his thighs, which were clad in the skinniest pair of jeans possible, and as he spoke I began to run them over the denim, edging closer to Kurt's belt buckle.
“Okay, fuck it”
His lips crashed back down against mine and small hands proved themselves to be strong as he shoved me hard down on the bed, his teeth sinking into my lower lip. Our fingers grabbed at clothing, breathes loud and heavy in the air. It felt right, both of us would refuse to admit it, but it felt like we were meant to be doing it. He surprised me with his forwardness, as his palm rubbing against the front of my jeans and he moaned out again, feeling my hardness beneath my jeans. As we pushed our hips against each others, we didn't think of the door to Kurt's basement room, which was left wide open. Our moans and Kurt's heavy breathes were enough to muffle out the footstep on the top stair and Quinn's gasp. It wasn't something we even expected to happen, as Kurt was so certain Finn and Quinn would be out all night, but they'd come back to a house they expected to be empty and seen the two of us tangled on Kurt's bed, him tugging at my shirt and biting into my neck, while I arched my back into his thrusts and struggled to pull open the buttons on his shirt.
One thought that flashed through my head was 'it's just kissing, that doesn’t count as cheating'. I hated myself for that. Quinn had just kissed Finn, that was never okay. This was so much more than that. This was a years worth of sexual frustration and secretly crushing on each other, being thrown into a kiss that made me feel faint. Our bodies pressed close together, feeling the warmth of each others bare chests and the hot kisses on each others faces.
We weren't thinking of anything but each other and in that moment, it didn't matter and it didn't feel at all wrong.