fic: Moving On (10/20)
Title: Moving On
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Words: ~3,200
Warnings: homophobic slurs
Notes: Next up in the Sam/Finn mpreg verse. Fics in order you should read them before this one: Confusion, Help Me, Getting By.
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It didn’t take long for Annika to get used to the new apartment. She would ask for grandma and grandpa a lot, but Finn was around all the time and it seemed like she was okay with that trade-off. Fall rolled around quickly and the family fell into an easy routine. They woke together and got the girls ready, and then Sam would go with the girls to the hospital while Finn went to campus for the day. They were all home by four and could spend the evening together. Usually Sam would attempt some sort of dinner while Finn gave Caroline a bottle, and then after they ate (Annika had moved up to big girl food) they would play in the living room, a Barbie movie usually playing in the background. Sam would play dolls with Annika while Finn sat next to Caroline, doing his homework while she played with toys on her blanket. “What do you think we should do for Annie’s birthday?” Sam asked Finn one evening after they’d put the girls to bed.
“What do you mean?” Finn asked. “We’re gonna throw her a party, right? Barbie themed?”
Sam laughed and nodded, “Well duh. I mean where.”
Finn hadn’t thought about that part. “Do you think people will wanna come out here to visit?” he asked.
“Your mom and Burt will,” Sam pointed out. “I mean everyone else. I could talk mom into it. But like, our friends? Will they be able to afford the trip?”
“Maybe they can catch a ride with mom and Burt? The only people I can see visiting are Puck, Santana, and Brittany, and all five of them can fit in a car,” Finn said.
Sam nodded and asked, “So here then?”
Finn smiled and agreed. Planning a birthday party for a two year old girl was actually pretty easy, as the boys soon discovered. All they had to do was buy supplies with Barbie on them. The weekend after Annika’s birthday, the boys’ apartment was filled with guests. Sam’s mom was first to arrive. When she walked in, her eyes with filled with tears of pride at how well the boys (specifically Sam) were doing on their own. She held Caroline the entire time the boys wandered around putting last minute touches on tacky decorations and keeping Annika out of trouble. Stevie told Sam all about little league while Finn desperately tried to give Puck directions. He’d driven out to Athens with Santana and Brittany and had managed to get lost on the way.
Finally everyone was there and complimenting the apartment. Sam felt a sense of pride and kept smiling over at Finn after each comment. Annika was running around trying to talk to each guest, but mostly she just talked to Brittany. “Barbie pink,” Annika said, holding up one of her many Barbie dolls to Brittany.
“Do you like Barbie?” Brittany asked with a smile.
Annika nodded fervently and added, “And pink!”
With a laugh, Brittany told her excitedly, “Me too!”
Brittany played with Annika as Sam’s mom held Caroline and talked to Burt and Carole in the living room. Stevie and Stacy were playing Xbox, leaving the rest of the guests to talk in the kitchen. Puck, Finn, Santana, and Sam stood around with Meg. She and Puck had hit it off almost right away, even though Meg was still dating a girl from her music theory class. They were chattering away excitedly, and Sam and Finn exchanged a curious look when they noticed. “So…you two seem happy,” Santana commented to Sam and Finn.
Finn grinned and nodded as Sam said, “Yeah, we are.”
“So do you and Brittany,” Finn added.
Santana blushed and said, “We uh…we’re living together now. Kind of.” The boys didn’t seem surprised at all, but they were confused by what the ‘kind of’ meant. “Puck lives with us too, but like, he’s got one bedroom and she and I are in another.” She seemed to be stammering nervously through her words, and Finn and Sam just watched her in amusement.
“It’s awesome you two are together, Santana,” Sam told her kindly.
His words put Santana at ease and while she wanted to keep bragging, she couldn’t. With a glance to the living room, she asked, “How old is Caroline now?”
“Eight months,” Finn replied.
Sam nodded. He couldn’t believe she’d grown so quickly. “She looks just like Finn,” Santana said. “Poor girl,” she teased, sticking her tongue out as she did so. “Kidding. But it’s kind of cool how Annie looks like Sam and Caroline looks like Finn. Now you guys just need a third baby that looks like both of you and it’ll be perfect.” When neither boy said anything, she nervously added, “Kidding.”
Finn and Sam exchanged a glance. They’d talked about the same thing, and if they stayed together, they decided they wanted to try for a third child. That would be far in the future though, as far as they were concerned. “Someday, Santana,” Sam said with a laugh.
She looked surprised at that but laughed along with them. Carole began gathering everyone into the living room so Annika could open her gifts. Annika was bouncing around in her princess dress and crown, her long ponytails bouncing around along with her. People took seats on furniture and the floor around her.
The boys were quickly discovering that Annika loved attention. She sat in the living room and smiled as she looked around at all the gifts in front of her. “Presents now?” Annika asked Sam curiously.
“Sure, sweetie,” Sam nodded once he was sure everyone was there.
She tore into her gifts right away, Carole and Sam’s mom snapping photos as she did so. She got dolls and movies and some dresses, all of which she had but never seemed to have enough of. “Oh, here’s my gift,” Puck added, moving his wrapped gift from the table and handing it to Annika.
“Thanks!” Annika smiled, tearing into the wrapping paper almost instantly.
Puck smirked once over at Finn and Sam as Annika opened this new gift. As it turned out, Puck had bought Annika her first Xbox game. “You can’t keep the Xbox to yourselves forever,” Puck winked.
Meg laughed and added, “Looks like no more Halo and Call of Duty for you guys.”
Annika looked down at the box for a minute before realizing what it was. “Daddy! Papa! Xbox!” she shouted, holding up the game to them.
Finn gave Puck a slight glare but Sam just laughed. Stevie distracted all the guests mere moments later when he burst out, “Yay Carly!” Stevie was pointing to where she stood on wobbly legs, one hand on the sofa, the other keeping her balance at her side.
“She’s standing!” Stacy chimed in excitedly.
Carly looked around at the sound of her name and giggled, bouncing a little and squealing at the excitement of it all. Carole had her camera out and was videotaping as Carly slowly lifted a foot and placed it out in front of her. Seemingly out of nowhere, Annika was standing in front of Carly with a frown on her face.
Before anyone could stop her, Annika reached out with both hands and pushed Carly down to the floor. Carly just stared at Annie for a moment in shock, her lip trembling. “You can’t walk!” Annie shouted angrily. “You’re a baby!”
Carly burst out into tears at this proclamation and the surprise of being pushed over. Sam rushed to pick up Carly and Finn knelt down to look at Annie seriously. “Carly can walk just like everyone else if she wants to,” Finn told her firmly. Annika pouted and looked away but Finn gently turned her head to look at him as he continued, “You need to tell Carly you’re sorry and promise me that you won’t do that again.”
Annika crossed her arms and pouted. “Annie…” Finn said warningly.
Slowly she walked over to where Sam was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa with Carly cradled in his arms, her hazel eyes still wet and shiny with tears. Carly looked up at Annie fearfully and the whole room was silent. Grumpily, Annie mumbled, “Sorry Carly.”
Carly looked up at Sam curiously before looking back at Annie. “Thank you, Annie,” Sam told her with a small smile.
Annie shyly turned away and buried her face in Finn’s shoulder. Carole smiled at how well the boys had handled the situation before dragging Burt into the kitchen to get the cake and ice cream ready.
The rest of the party went off without a hitch and by Christmas, Carly was walking a few steps at a time. Annie no longer had the urge to push Carly down and the boys were relieved. For a few weeks after her birthday, Annie would push Carly over whenever she’d attempt to walk; they figured that’s why it was taking Carly so long to learn how to walk.
Christmas would be at Burt and Carole’s house, and Finn, Sam, and the girls would be staying with them, as would Kurt and Blaine. The thought was exciting, though, because all of them hadn’t been together for a long time. The girls opened presents from Santa on Christmas morning and everyone had gifts from each other. Once they’d managed to get through all of those (which was a lot, at least for the girls), Kurt and Blaine stood up and looked at everyone else. The excitement on their faces was rather obvious and nobody was sure what to expect.
“Everyone, we have an announcement to make,” Kurt said excitedly as Blaine stood at his side nervously.
Then Kurt burst like he would have exploded into a million tiny bits if he’d waited any longer to tell them. “We’re engaged!” Kurt almost squealed.
He held out his hand to reveal a shiny silver band around his ring finger. Carole burst into a grin and rushed forward to hug them both. Burt smiled from his place on the sofa, a knowing grin inching across his features, almost as if Blaine had gone old-school and asked permission first. “Congratulations,” Finn smiled.
Sam smiled and nodded and couldn’t help himself from glancing over at Finn. He certainly didn’t want to rush things with Finn, but Sam had definitely thought about marrying him before, at least recently. The look didn’t go unnoticed by Finn, either; he’d gotten very perceptive over the years. The thought of marriage had crossed his mind as well, but they had enough going on in their lives; worrying about a wedding could wait. Not to mention Finn really wanted to save up for the perfect ring. “We’re getting married a year from this March. It’s going to be in New York in this gorgeous hotel. It’ll be springtime and so beautiful, and...” Kurt trailed off excitedly.
Sam’s stomach dropped when he heard it would be in New York. That meant flying and paying for a hotel room and spending money they probably wouldn’t have. “We’ll be there,” Burt said firmly. He took one glance back at Sam before adding, “All of us.”
That didn’t sound good to Sam, but at the same time, he was very grateful. “We’ve already been doing some planning,” Kurt told them happily.
“Well, Kurt’s done most of it…” Blaine added with a blush.
Kurt looked embarrassed before brushing off Blaine’s comment and saying, “Sam, Finn, I’d like you two to be in the wedding, if you want to. I…I’d like you to be my groomsmen.”
“Of course, dude,” Finn smiled excitedly.
Sam just stared at Kurt in shock for a moment. “Are…are you sure? I’m not like, related to you or anything,” he asked nervously.
“My groomsmen are my friends Nick and Jeff from high school,” Blaine offered.
Sam sighed and asked, “Me? Really?”
“You’re practically family anyway, but even if you weren’t, I’d still want you in my wedding,” Kurt told him seriously. “Please?”
Sam wanted to say yes; he was surprised and honored that Kurt would ask, but his parental instincts were kicking in. “What about the girls?” Sam asked softly.
Blaine smiled and said, “We thought about that. We’d like them to be flower girls.”
At first Sam wasn’t sure that was a good idea; Carly was still kind of young. “By the time the wedding rolls around they’ll be the perfect ages for it,” Kurt explained. “Carly will be two and Annie will be three and a half.”
“What do you say?” Blaine asked.
Sam looked around at everyone and couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was being included in such an important event. “Yeah, we’ll be in your wedding,” he nodded.
Kurt jumped and did a squeal in excitement. Everyone seemed to be excited in the Hummel-Hudson home that Christmas, but something felt a little off. Finn and Sam glanced between each other nervously every so often as Blaine and Kurt told Burt and Carole more about their plans so far for the wedding. Annie was seated in Blaine’s lap and he absentmindedly helped her change the clothes of her dolls as she played happily on her own. Carly was napping in her swing next to the Christmas tree, and everyone seemed to be content with where they were at.
Gently, Finn reached over and took Sam’s hand in his own before leading him upstairs to Finn’s old room that they were staying in for the holidays. Finn sat down on the end of the bed and Sam stood in front of him, looking down. Finn looked up at Sam pointedly, catching his eye. Softly, he asked, “What’s on your mind, dude?”
Sam shook his head and just shrugged. He couldn’t really pinpoint what it was, but there was something about that day that he just felt…different about. Instead of saying what was on his mind, Sam just replied with another question, “When did we get so lucky?”
The corners of Finn’s mouth upturned in a smile and he looked up at Sam, reaching out for his hands as he did so. He wove his fingers through Sam’s with ease, the gesture familiar and comforting. Finn just shrugged and told him, “I don’t know, but I’m not arguing.”
Sam smiled a little at that and let Finn tug him gently so he was straddling Finn’s lap as he scooted back a little on the bed. Their torsos pressed together as they sat there, Finn’s arms wrapping around his waist and Sam’s arm’s settling comfortably upon Finn’s shoulders. Their foreheads were pressed together and Sam leaned down slowly to capture Finn’s lips in a small kiss. Sam smiled, his eyes still closed as he leaned into Finn’s touch and he confessed quietly, “I’ve missed this.”
Finn nodded and his hands ran along Sam’s back, covering each inch of skin as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of the shirt and along Sam’s bare skin. Sam sighed and buried his face in the crook of Finn’s neck, letting out a soft groan as Finn’s fingers dipped ever so slightly below the waistband of Sam’s jeans. Sam’s fingers wove their way through the tiny hairs at the back of Finn’s head as he leaned back to connect their lips properly.
The kiss was slow and languid, perfect and calming and so many other things that just made it perfect. There was no pressure to go further or no fear of being interrupted; everyone was downstairs and if the looks they’d exchanged as Sam and Finn walked upstairs, nobody was going to wander off to bother them. Sam breathed slowly into the kiss, using his knees as leverage upon the bed to press his body flush against Finn’s, even closer, if that was even possible.
Finn smiled into the kiss and kept slowly running his hands all over Sam’s back and bum. Finn backed out of the kiss just barely so that when he spoke, his lips ghosted over Sam’s. “I love you,” he whispered before connecting their lips again.
Sam’s breath hitched in his throat at Finn’s words and the chills that Finn’s breath against his lips gave him. Sam didn’t even feel the need to respond. He pressed his lips firmer against Finn’s and let out another soft groan, loving the things that Finn did to him. Sam ground up against Finn, but not to get turned on and have sex, if that was even possible. He just liked the feeling of being so close to him. “I…when we get home,” Sam muttered softly against Finn’s lips. “I wanna do this…and…and more. With you.”
He kissed Finn again, but this time Finn didn’t kiss back. He leaned back to lock his gaze with Sam’s. “I want that too,” he said softly. “But…” Finn looked around the room uncomfortably before looking back up at Sam. “We don’t have the best luck with this stuff. I love the girls but…we can’t risk it again.”
Disappointment hung from every word that Finn spoke, and Sam didn’t blame him. He bit his lip and stared absentmindedly into the distance before hesitantly suggesting, “What if…we switch it up a little?”
Finn seemed confused, but when it dawned on him his eyes snapped up to meet Sam’s. “You…you want to uh…do that to me?” he asked slowly.
Sam couldn’t figure out from Finn’s tone if he was okay with this suggestion and it worried him a little bit. “You don’t have to,” Sam said quickly, blushing furiously. “It was a dumb idea, I’m sorry…”
He moved to climb off of Finn’s lap but Finn’s arms held him firmly in place. “No, I…I want to. I just…didn’t think you did,” Finn told him honestly. One of his hands left Sam’s hip to reach up and pull Sam down for a quick kiss. “I want to try it, I swear,” he insisted. “When we get home we will.” Finn kissed him one last time and looked up at Sam with a small smile on his face.
Sam kissed him back, his fingers crooking and feeling Finn’s soft hair sliding through with ease. The kiss deepened a little as Sam flicked his tongue out against Finn’s lower lip. Finn’s tongue moved out to graze against Sam’s and they kissed slowly. Finn’s head was spinning like it always did when he and Sam were close in this way. Sam had his eyes closed and was just feeling, shifting on Finn’s lap a little, leaning in to him and sliding his hands through Finn’s hair.
A knock on the door pulled them from their moment, though, and Sam quickly shifted to the side so he was now sitting next to Finn on the bed. Slowly the door opened and Kurt peeked his head around. “Mom sent me up here to tell you guys that dinner is ready.”
Both boys nodded and Sam muttered an embarrassed, “Thanks.”
Kurt left and Finn and Sam took a moment to regain their composure. Finn reached over and held Sam’s hand in his tenderly. “I love you, Sam,” he said with a small smile on his lips.
Sam smiled in response and nodded, “I love you too, Finn.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Words: ~3,200
Warnings: homophobic slurs
Notes: Next up in the Sam/Finn mpreg verse. Fics in order you should read them before this one: Confusion, Help Me, Getting By.
[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ]
It didn’t take long for Annika to get used to the new apartment. She would ask for grandma and grandpa a lot, but Finn was around all the time and it seemed like she was okay with that trade-off. Fall rolled around quickly and the family fell into an easy routine. They woke together and got the girls ready, and then Sam would go with the girls to the hospital while Finn went to campus for the day. They were all home by four and could spend the evening together. Usually Sam would attempt some sort of dinner while Finn gave Caroline a bottle, and then after they ate (Annika had moved up to big girl food) they would play in the living room, a Barbie movie usually playing in the background. Sam would play dolls with Annika while Finn sat next to Caroline, doing his homework while she played with toys on her blanket. “What do you think we should do for Annie’s birthday?” Sam asked Finn one evening after they’d put the girls to bed.
“What do you mean?” Finn asked. “We’re gonna throw her a party, right? Barbie themed?”
Sam laughed and nodded, “Well duh. I mean where.”
Finn hadn’t thought about that part. “Do you think people will wanna come out here to visit?” he asked.
“Your mom and Burt will,” Sam pointed out. “I mean everyone else. I could talk mom into it. But like, our friends? Will they be able to afford the trip?”
“Maybe they can catch a ride with mom and Burt? The only people I can see visiting are Puck, Santana, and Brittany, and all five of them can fit in a car,” Finn said.
Sam nodded and asked, “So here then?”
Finn smiled and agreed. Planning a birthday party for a two year old girl was actually pretty easy, as the boys soon discovered. All they had to do was buy supplies with Barbie on them. The weekend after Annika’s birthday, the boys’ apartment was filled with guests. Sam’s mom was first to arrive. When she walked in, her eyes with filled with tears of pride at how well the boys (specifically Sam) were doing on their own. She held Caroline the entire time the boys wandered around putting last minute touches on tacky decorations and keeping Annika out of trouble. Stevie told Sam all about little league while Finn desperately tried to give Puck directions. He’d driven out to Athens with Santana and Brittany and had managed to get lost on the way.
Finally everyone was there and complimenting the apartment. Sam felt a sense of pride and kept smiling over at Finn after each comment. Annika was running around trying to talk to each guest, but mostly she just talked to Brittany. “Barbie pink,” Annika said, holding up one of her many Barbie dolls to Brittany.
“Do you like Barbie?” Brittany asked with a smile.
Annika nodded fervently and added, “And pink!”
With a laugh, Brittany told her excitedly, “Me too!”
Brittany played with Annika as Sam’s mom held Caroline and talked to Burt and Carole in the living room. Stevie and Stacy were playing Xbox, leaving the rest of the guests to talk in the kitchen. Puck, Finn, Santana, and Sam stood around with Meg. She and Puck had hit it off almost right away, even though Meg was still dating a girl from her music theory class. They were chattering away excitedly, and Sam and Finn exchanged a curious look when they noticed. “So…you two seem happy,” Santana commented to Sam and Finn.
Finn grinned and nodded as Sam said, “Yeah, we are.”
“So do you and Brittany,” Finn added.
Santana blushed and said, “We uh…we’re living together now. Kind of.” The boys didn’t seem surprised at all, but they were confused by what the ‘kind of’ meant. “Puck lives with us too, but like, he’s got one bedroom and she and I are in another.” She seemed to be stammering nervously through her words, and Finn and Sam just watched her in amusement.
“It’s awesome you two are together, Santana,” Sam told her kindly.
His words put Santana at ease and while she wanted to keep bragging, she couldn’t. With a glance to the living room, she asked, “How old is Caroline now?”
“Eight months,” Finn replied.
Sam nodded. He couldn’t believe she’d grown so quickly. “She looks just like Finn,” Santana said. “Poor girl,” she teased, sticking her tongue out as she did so. “Kidding. But it’s kind of cool how Annie looks like Sam and Caroline looks like Finn. Now you guys just need a third baby that looks like both of you and it’ll be perfect.” When neither boy said anything, she nervously added, “Kidding.”
Finn and Sam exchanged a glance. They’d talked about the same thing, and if they stayed together, they decided they wanted to try for a third child. That would be far in the future though, as far as they were concerned. “Someday, Santana,” Sam said with a laugh.
She looked surprised at that but laughed along with them. Carole began gathering everyone into the living room so Annika could open her gifts. Annika was bouncing around in her princess dress and crown, her long ponytails bouncing around along with her. People took seats on furniture and the floor around her.
The boys were quickly discovering that Annika loved attention. She sat in the living room and smiled as she looked around at all the gifts in front of her. “Presents now?” Annika asked Sam curiously.
“Sure, sweetie,” Sam nodded once he was sure everyone was there.
She tore into her gifts right away, Carole and Sam’s mom snapping photos as she did so. She got dolls and movies and some dresses, all of which she had but never seemed to have enough of. “Oh, here’s my gift,” Puck added, moving his wrapped gift from the table and handing it to Annika.
“Thanks!” Annika smiled, tearing into the wrapping paper almost instantly.
Puck smirked once over at Finn and Sam as Annika opened this new gift. As it turned out, Puck had bought Annika her first Xbox game. “You can’t keep the Xbox to yourselves forever,” Puck winked.
Meg laughed and added, “Looks like no more Halo and Call of Duty for you guys.”
Annika looked down at the box for a minute before realizing what it was. “Daddy! Papa! Xbox!” she shouted, holding up the game to them.
Finn gave Puck a slight glare but Sam just laughed. Stevie distracted all the guests mere moments later when he burst out, “Yay Carly!” Stevie was pointing to where she stood on wobbly legs, one hand on the sofa, the other keeping her balance at her side.
“She’s standing!” Stacy chimed in excitedly.
Carly looked around at the sound of her name and giggled, bouncing a little and squealing at the excitement of it all. Carole had her camera out and was videotaping as Carly slowly lifted a foot and placed it out in front of her. Seemingly out of nowhere, Annika was standing in front of Carly with a frown on her face.
Before anyone could stop her, Annika reached out with both hands and pushed Carly down to the floor. Carly just stared at Annie for a moment in shock, her lip trembling. “You can’t walk!” Annie shouted angrily. “You’re a baby!”
Carly burst out into tears at this proclamation and the surprise of being pushed over. Sam rushed to pick up Carly and Finn knelt down to look at Annie seriously. “Carly can walk just like everyone else if she wants to,” Finn told her firmly. Annika pouted and looked away but Finn gently turned her head to look at him as he continued, “You need to tell Carly you’re sorry and promise me that you won’t do that again.”
Annika crossed her arms and pouted. “Annie…” Finn said warningly.
Slowly she walked over to where Sam was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa with Carly cradled in his arms, her hazel eyes still wet and shiny with tears. Carly looked up at Annie fearfully and the whole room was silent. Grumpily, Annie mumbled, “Sorry Carly.”
Carly looked up at Sam curiously before looking back at Annie. “Thank you, Annie,” Sam told her with a small smile.
Annie shyly turned away and buried her face in Finn’s shoulder. Carole smiled at how well the boys had handled the situation before dragging Burt into the kitchen to get the cake and ice cream ready.
The rest of the party went off without a hitch and by Christmas, Carly was walking a few steps at a time. Annie no longer had the urge to push Carly down and the boys were relieved. For a few weeks after her birthday, Annie would push Carly over whenever she’d attempt to walk; they figured that’s why it was taking Carly so long to learn how to walk.
Christmas would be at Burt and Carole’s house, and Finn, Sam, and the girls would be staying with them, as would Kurt and Blaine. The thought was exciting, though, because all of them hadn’t been together for a long time. The girls opened presents from Santa on Christmas morning and everyone had gifts from each other. Once they’d managed to get through all of those (which was a lot, at least for the girls), Kurt and Blaine stood up and looked at everyone else. The excitement on their faces was rather obvious and nobody was sure what to expect.
“Everyone, we have an announcement to make,” Kurt said excitedly as Blaine stood at his side nervously.
Then Kurt burst like he would have exploded into a million tiny bits if he’d waited any longer to tell them. “We’re engaged!” Kurt almost squealed.
He held out his hand to reveal a shiny silver band around his ring finger. Carole burst into a grin and rushed forward to hug them both. Burt smiled from his place on the sofa, a knowing grin inching across his features, almost as if Blaine had gone old-school and asked permission first. “Congratulations,” Finn smiled.
Sam smiled and nodded and couldn’t help himself from glancing over at Finn. He certainly didn’t want to rush things with Finn, but Sam had definitely thought about marrying him before, at least recently. The look didn’t go unnoticed by Finn, either; he’d gotten very perceptive over the years. The thought of marriage had crossed his mind as well, but they had enough going on in their lives; worrying about a wedding could wait. Not to mention Finn really wanted to save up for the perfect ring. “We’re getting married a year from this March. It’s going to be in New York in this gorgeous hotel. It’ll be springtime and so beautiful, and...” Kurt trailed off excitedly.
Sam’s stomach dropped when he heard it would be in New York. That meant flying and paying for a hotel room and spending money they probably wouldn’t have. “We’ll be there,” Burt said firmly. He took one glance back at Sam before adding, “All of us.”
That didn’t sound good to Sam, but at the same time, he was very grateful. “We’ve already been doing some planning,” Kurt told them happily.
“Well, Kurt’s done most of it…” Blaine added with a blush.
Kurt looked embarrassed before brushing off Blaine’s comment and saying, “Sam, Finn, I’d like you two to be in the wedding, if you want to. I…I’d like you to be my groomsmen.”
“Of course, dude,” Finn smiled excitedly.
Sam just stared at Kurt in shock for a moment. “Are…are you sure? I’m not like, related to you or anything,” he asked nervously.
“My groomsmen are my friends Nick and Jeff from high school,” Blaine offered.
Sam sighed and asked, “Me? Really?”
“You’re practically family anyway, but even if you weren’t, I’d still want you in my wedding,” Kurt told him seriously. “Please?”
Sam wanted to say yes; he was surprised and honored that Kurt would ask, but his parental instincts were kicking in. “What about the girls?” Sam asked softly.
Blaine smiled and said, “We thought about that. We’d like them to be flower girls.”
At first Sam wasn’t sure that was a good idea; Carly was still kind of young. “By the time the wedding rolls around they’ll be the perfect ages for it,” Kurt explained. “Carly will be two and Annie will be three and a half.”
“What do you say?” Blaine asked.
Sam looked around at everyone and couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was being included in such an important event. “Yeah, we’ll be in your wedding,” he nodded.
Kurt jumped and did a squeal in excitement. Everyone seemed to be excited in the Hummel-Hudson home that Christmas, but something felt a little off. Finn and Sam glanced between each other nervously every so often as Blaine and Kurt told Burt and Carole more about their plans so far for the wedding. Annie was seated in Blaine’s lap and he absentmindedly helped her change the clothes of her dolls as she played happily on her own. Carly was napping in her swing next to the Christmas tree, and everyone seemed to be content with where they were at.
Gently, Finn reached over and took Sam’s hand in his own before leading him upstairs to Finn’s old room that they were staying in for the holidays. Finn sat down on the end of the bed and Sam stood in front of him, looking down. Finn looked up at Sam pointedly, catching his eye. Softly, he asked, “What’s on your mind, dude?”
Sam shook his head and just shrugged. He couldn’t really pinpoint what it was, but there was something about that day that he just felt…different about. Instead of saying what was on his mind, Sam just replied with another question, “When did we get so lucky?”
The corners of Finn’s mouth upturned in a smile and he looked up at Sam, reaching out for his hands as he did so. He wove his fingers through Sam’s with ease, the gesture familiar and comforting. Finn just shrugged and told him, “I don’t know, but I’m not arguing.”
Sam smiled a little at that and let Finn tug him gently so he was straddling Finn’s lap as he scooted back a little on the bed. Their torsos pressed together as they sat there, Finn’s arms wrapping around his waist and Sam’s arm’s settling comfortably upon Finn’s shoulders. Their foreheads were pressed together and Sam leaned down slowly to capture Finn’s lips in a small kiss. Sam smiled, his eyes still closed as he leaned into Finn’s touch and he confessed quietly, “I’ve missed this.”
Finn nodded and his hands ran along Sam’s back, covering each inch of skin as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of the shirt and along Sam’s bare skin. Sam sighed and buried his face in the crook of Finn’s neck, letting out a soft groan as Finn’s fingers dipped ever so slightly below the waistband of Sam’s jeans. Sam’s fingers wove their way through the tiny hairs at the back of Finn’s head as he leaned back to connect their lips properly.
The kiss was slow and languid, perfect and calming and so many other things that just made it perfect. There was no pressure to go further or no fear of being interrupted; everyone was downstairs and if the looks they’d exchanged as Sam and Finn walked upstairs, nobody was going to wander off to bother them. Sam breathed slowly into the kiss, using his knees as leverage upon the bed to press his body flush against Finn’s, even closer, if that was even possible.
Finn smiled into the kiss and kept slowly running his hands all over Sam’s back and bum. Finn backed out of the kiss just barely so that when he spoke, his lips ghosted over Sam’s. “I love you,” he whispered before connecting their lips again.
Sam’s breath hitched in his throat at Finn’s words and the chills that Finn’s breath against his lips gave him. Sam didn’t even feel the need to respond. He pressed his lips firmer against Finn’s and let out another soft groan, loving the things that Finn did to him. Sam ground up against Finn, but not to get turned on and have sex, if that was even possible. He just liked the feeling of being so close to him. “I…when we get home,” Sam muttered softly against Finn’s lips. “I wanna do this…and…and more. With you.”
He kissed Finn again, but this time Finn didn’t kiss back. He leaned back to lock his gaze with Sam’s. “I want that too,” he said softly. “But…” Finn looked around the room uncomfortably before looking back up at Sam. “We don’t have the best luck with this stuff. I love the girls but…we can’t risk it again.”
Disappointment hung from every word that Finn spoke, and Sam didn’t blame him. He bit his lip and stared absentmindedly into the distance before hesitantly suggesting, “What if…we switch it up a little?”
Finn seemed confused, but when it dawned on him his eyes snapped up to meet Sam’s. “You…you want to uh…do that to me?” he asked slowly.
Sam couldn’t figure out from Finn’s tone if he was okay with this suggestion and it worried him a little bit. “You don’t have to,” Sam said quickly, blushing furiously. “It was a dumb idea, I’m sorry…”
He moved to climb off of Finn’s lap but Finn’s arms held him firmly in place. “No, I…I want to. I just…didn’t think you did,” Finn told him honestly. One of his hands left Sam’s hip to reach up and pull Sam down for a quick kiss. “I want to try it, I swear,” he insisted. “When we get home we will.” Finn kissed him one last time and looked up at Sam with a small smile on his face.
Sam kissed him back, his fingers crooking and feeling Finn’s soft hair sliding through with ease. The kiss deepened a little as Sam flicked his tongue out against Finn’s lower lip. Finn’s tongue moved out to graze against Sam’s and they kissed slowly. Finn’s head was spinning like it always did when he and Sam were close in this way. Sam had his eyes closed and was just feeling, shifting on Finn’s lap a little, leaning in to him and sliding his hands through Finn’s hair.
A knock on the door pulled them from their moment, though, and Sam quickly shifted to the side so he was now sitting next to Finn on the bed. Slowly the door opened and Kurt peeked his head around. “Mom sent me up here to tell you guys that dinner is ready.”
Both boys nodded and Sam muttered an embarrassed, “Thanks.”
Kurt left and Finn and Sam took a moment to regain their composure. Finn reached over and held Sam’s hand in his tenderly. “I love you, Sam,” he said with a small smile on his lips.
Sam smiled in response and nodded, “I love you too, Finn.”