Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High (3/?)
Title: Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.
Summary: Sam Evans has a dilemma. The school musical is Sweeney Todd. But he wants to sink his teeth into a bigger role than Anthony Hope. This is the story of Sam's audition, the rehearsal process, and performance of Sweeney Todd, as he falls for Kurt. Slash.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/155740.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/157533.html#cutid1
Chapter 3: Mischief On Your Mind
Kurt sat in the driving seat of his Navigator. The larger stylish car, which was pristinely polished and waxed until Kurt could see his own brilliant reflection in it was a dark shade of black, his car was his baby. No one messed with his baby. He glanced at the clock. 1:34. He had been in the house for ten minutes. Kurt wondered what was taking him so long. However, he was happy. He had gotten to know Sam, and would get to know him better still. The two had watched a few more movie musicals, the less intense ones. Hairspray, Dreamgirls, Singing in the Rain. Surprisingly, Sam remembered the latter one from its mention in their very brief partnership during the duets competition. Kurt was sure he had seen Sam wiping tears from his eyes at the end of Dreamgirls, although he fervently denied it. It was at that point that Kurt had suggested that they watch some of Sam's favorite movies. To make it fair. Sam, however, started raving like a madman about how he had forgotten his DVD's at home, and how they had to drive to his house to pick them up. Kurt looked at the clock again. 1:37. Where was he?
Kurt glanced up as he saw Sam hurrying from the house. He noticed, with interest, the blond jock hurriedly wiped his eyes and, clutching a stack of DVDs, made his way to the car.
He was crying. He knew that look. He always got it himself when he was emotional. No wonder it took him so long. I wonder what happened. Better not push him, though. I don't want to seem weird about it.
Sam reached the door plumped down in the seat next to Kurt and began going on about some Spock guy and his friend Kirk who were more than friends. Kind of like Ken and his "friend," Allan, or Andy, or whatever his name was. He kept switching topics, too. He was so full of energy! Kurt tried to remain alert and nodded in all the right places. It was the least he could do for Sam after all the time they had spent that night watching musicals. Something about a flex capacity or something. Probably something to do with lifting weights. He was brought back to the car ride when Sam nudged him.
"Did you hear me?"
"No, sorry. I kind of zoned out for a minute. What did you say?"
"No problem. I asked you what your core was. Mine is dragon heartstring."
"My what?"
"Your core. Your wand core. From Harry Potter. Dude, tell me you've seen Harry Potter?"
"Don't call me "dude". I feel like I'm losing brain cells just being in the vicinity of the word. And no, I haven't."
"You haven't seen Harry Potter? Not once? Du- sorry, man, I so know what we're doing tonight!"
"Let me guess. We're watching Harry Potter?"
"Kurt, we are going to do more than just watch Harry Potter. I am preparing you for July!"
"And what is in July, besides a few days after the Tonys?"
"Um, Kurt, Deathly Hallows Part 2 comes out! What are you talking about? Okay, so tonight we'll watch the first and second movies. Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets. Extended edition, of course. Then we can chill until breakfast!"
"And whatever happened to sleep?"
"Oh, yeah. We can do that too."
"Okay, so why don't you explain this phenomenon to me before we get to my house?"
"Okay, so Harry Potter is like the single most successful novel series, like, ever."
"I thought that was Twilight?"
"Dude! How could you even think that? Twilight sucks. We shall never speak its name. Ever. Or I shall sic Buffy on them."
"Who's Buf-"
"Dorky reference. Sorry."
"Don't be. It's... cute."
Kurt smiled at Sam, and Sam started to tear up a bit. Oh Gucci, no. This is not how this was supposed to turn out! Now what have I done?
"Are you okay? Why-"
"I- I'm f-fine. I'm just so happy. It's the first time since I've came here that I felt it was okay to be me. I'm starting to remember all that I had to give up to be cool, and you know, popular."
"I think you being yourself is much cooler and better than any imaginative persona you created for yourself."
"Y-you really think so?"
Kurt nodded, starting to tear up slightly himself. "Much better."
Sam wiped his eyes and sniffled, a watery smile peaking through the tears. "I'm happy that we're friends. It makes me feel, well more like myself. Like there is really nothing wrong with me."
"Sam, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with you. Everyone has different interests. You shouldn't hide yourself to please anyone. You are the only person who has to look at yourself in the mirror at the end of the day."
"Thanks, Kurt. Okay, so where was I? Right, you are never to speak about Twilight. Ever again. So yeah, Harry Potter tells the story of a young wizard by the name of-"
"Let me guess. Harry Potter?"
"Yeah! Exactly. He's best friends with Ron and Hermione, and they go through adventures together. Hermione is the brainiac who they find irritating but they love her anyway."
"So she's basically Rachel?"
"Actually, she's almost exactly like Rachel. They go to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The headmaster is Albus Dumbledore, the most amazing teacher ever. Like, even better than Mr. Schue. So Harry goes to Hogwarts, where he..."
...
As the credits scrolled, Sam turned to Kurt expectantly. He stared, waiting for a response. Kurt finally looked over, giggling to himself.
"You look like an overexcited puppy."
"Sorry, I love Harry Potter."
"You are such a dork!" laughed Kurt. Sam began to blush and stammer, to which Kurt quickly responded, "I didn't mean it in a bad way! I think it's cute. How much you care for your passions. Like me and musical theatre."
Sam grinned. Kurt laughed. He hadn't had so much fun in months. Not even his sleepovers with the New Directions girls had made him so happy. He really was falling bad. He had to control himself.
"So, did you like it?"
"Yes, actually. I surprisingly loved it. I thought the characters were brilliantly crafted, and the world was... enchanting. An excellent film. Well, two excellent films."
"Just wait until I get you reading the series! You'll love it. The movies may be good, but the books are so much better. Who was your favorite character?"
"Dumbledore. By far. Although I loved Hermione as well. And she was way less infuriating than Rachel. I thought she was a mix of Rachel's irritability, and my fabulousness. Who do you relate most to?"
"Ron. I am definitely Ron. If you're Hermione, that is."
"What, so you think we're going to end up dating?"
"W-what? No! O-of course not. Never. Never ever. Not in a million years. Wait, how did you know Hermione and Ron got together?"
"Um, hello? Did you not sense all of the sexual tension? They totally wanted each other!"
The two boys descended into laughter. Sam picked up a piece of popcorn and tossed it into his mouth. It was their third bowl.
"I am totally going to regret all the popcorn and soda in the morning. Or, that is, when I have to go work it off." Kurt looked down at himself and shivered.
"Oh, come on! Live a little!"
And with that, Sam did the unthinkable. He sent a piece of popcorn sailing through the air, which had the enormous unfortunate chance of landing in Kurt's hair. Kurt froze, a look of stricken fear on his face. Sam stopped what he was doing. The silence lasted for about another minute, before Kurt picked up the bowl of popcorn, and proceeded to dump the entire contents of the bowl over Sam's head.
"You did not just do that."
Sam tackled Kurt, and held him down, tickling him. Kurt shrieked and kicked and whined, attempting to get the blond boy off of him. They both dissolved into laughter, and proceeded to throw more popcorn at each other.
...
A half an hour later, Kurt and Sam were lying on the couch. Kurt's hair was unruly, sticking up in random places. However, the slight discomfort of his hair mattered not at the moment. The two boys were snuggled up together, Kurt asleep. Sam slowly ran his fingers through the contra tenor's hair, sighing wistfully. A tear fell from his eye. Sam made no movement to wipe it away. It landed in Kurt's ruffled hair, which Sam continued to pet. Sam drifted into a peaceful sleep, Kurt lying next to him.
A/N: Thank you all for reading! Comments are love. Chapter 4 will be done soon. Enjoy!
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.
Summary: Sam Evans has a dilemma. The school musical is Sweeney Todd. But he wants to sink his teeth into a bigger role than Anthony Hope. This is the story of Sam's audition, the rehearsal process, and performance of Sweeney Todd, as he falls for Kurt. Slash.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/155740.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/157533.html#cutid1
Chapter 3: Mischief On Your Mind
Kurt sat in the driving seat of his Navigator. The larger stylish car, which was pristinely polished and waxed until Kurt could see his own brilliant reflection in it was a dark shade of black, his car was his baby. No one messed with his baby. He glanced at the clock. 1:34. He had been in the house for ten minutes. Kurt wondered what was taking him so long. However, he was happy. He had gotten to know Sam, and would get to know him better still. The two had watched a few more movie musicals, the less intense ones. Hairspray, Dreamgirls, Singing in the Rain. Surprisingly, Sam remembered the latter one from its mention in their very brief partnership during the duets competition. Kurt was sure he had seen Sam wiping tears from his eyes at the end of Dreamgirls, although he fervently denied it. It was at that point that Kurt had suggested that they watch some of Sam's favorite movies. To make it fair. Sam, however, started raving like a madman about how he had forgotten his DVD's at home, and how they had to drive to his house to pick them up. Kurt looked at the clock again. 1:37. Where was he?
Kurt glanced up as he saw Sam hurrying from the house. He noticed, with interest, the blond jock hurriedly wiped his eyes and, clutching a stack of DVDs, made his way to the car.
He was crying. He knew that look. He always got it himself when he was emotional. No wonder it took him so long. I wonder what happened. Better not push him, though. I don't want to seem weird about it.
Sam reached the door plumped down in the seat next to Kurt and began going on about some Spock guy and his friend Kirk who were more than friends. Kind of like Ken and his "friend," Allan, or Andy, or whatever his name was. He kept switching topics, too. He was so full of energy! Kurt tried to remain alert and nodded in all the right places. It was the least he could do for Sam after all the time they had spent that night watching musicals. Something about a flex capacity or something. Probably something to do with lifting weights. He was brought back to the car ride when Sam nudged him.
"Did you hear me?"
"No, sorry. I kind of zoned out for a minute. What did you say?"
"No problem. I asked you what your core was. Mine is dragon heartstring."
"My what?"
"Your core. Your wand core. From Harry Potter. Dude, tell me you've seen Harry Potter?"
"Don't call me "dude". I feel like I'm losing brain cells just being in the vicinity of the word. And no, I haven't."
"You haven't seen Harry Potter? Not once? Du- sorry, man, I so know what we're doing tonight!"
"Let me guess. We're watching Harry Potter?"
"Kurt, we are going to do more than just watch Harry Potter. I am preparing you for July!"
"And what is in July, besides a few days after the Tonys?"
"Um, Kurt, Deathly Hallows Part 2 comes out! What are you talking about? Okay, so tonight we'll watch the first and second movies. Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets. Extended edition, of course. Then we can chill until breakfast!"
"And whatever happened to sleep?"
"Oh, yeah. We can do that too."
"Okay, so why don't you explain this phenomenon to me before we get to my house?"
"Okay, so Harry Potter is like the single most successful novel series, like, ever."
"I thought that was Twilight?"
"Dude! How could you even think that? Twilight sucks. We shall never speak its name. Ever. Or I shall sic Buffy on them."
"Who's Buf-"
"Dorky reference. Sorry."
"Don't be. It's... cute."
Kurt smiled at Sam, and Sam started to tear up a bit. Oh Gucci, no. This is not how this was supposed to turn out! Now what have I done?
"Are you okay? Why-"
"I- I'm f-fine. I'm just so happy. It's the first time since I've came here that I felt it was okay to be me. I'm starting to remember all that I had to give up to be cool, and you know, popular."
"I think you being yourself is much cooler and better than any imaginative persona you created for yourself."
"Y-you really think so?"
Kurt nodded, starting to tear up slightly himself. "Much better."
Sam wiped his eyes and sniffled, a watery smile peaking through the tears. "I'm happy that we're friends. It makes me feel, well more like myself. Like there is really nothing wrong with me."
"Sam, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with you. Everyone has different interests. You shouldn't hide yourself to please anyone. You are the only person who has to look at yourself in the mirror at the end of the day."
"Thanks, Kurt. Okay, so where was I? Right, you are never to speak about Twilight. Ever again. So yeah, Harry Potter tells the story of a young wizard by the name of-"
"Let me guess. Harry Potter?"
"Yeah! Exactly. He's best friends with Ron and Hermione, and they go through adventures together. Hermione is the brainiac who they find irritating but they love her anyway."
"So she's basically Rachel?"
"Actually, she's almost exactly like Rachel. They go to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The headmaster is Albus Dumbledore, the most amazing teacher ever. Like, even better than Mr. Schue. So Harry goes to Hogwarts, where he..."
...
As the credits scrolled, Sam turned to Kurt expectantly. He stared, waiting for a response. Kurt finally looked over, giggling to himself.
"You look like an overexcited puppy."
"Sorry, I love Harry Potter."
"You are such a dork!" laughed Kurt. Sam began to blush and stammer, to which Kurt quickly responded, "I didn't mean it in a bad way! I think it's cute. How much you care for your passions. Like me and musical theatre."
Sam grinned. Kurt laughed. He hadn't had so much fun in months. Not even his sleepovers with the New Directions girls had made him so happy. He really was falling bad. He had to control himself.
"So, did you like it?"
"Yes, actually. I surprisingly loved it. I thought the characters were brilliantly crafted, and the world was... enchanting. An excellent film. Well, two excellent films."
"Just wait until I get you reading the series! You'll love it. The movies may be good, but the books are so much better. Who was your favorite character?"
"Dumbledore. By far. Although I loved Hermione as well. And she was way less infuriating than Rachel. I thought she was a mix of Rachel's irritability, and my fabulousness. Who do you relate most to?"
"Ron. I am definitely Ron. If you're Hermione, that is."
"What, so you think we're going to end up dating?"
"W-what? No! O-of course not. Never. Never ever. Not in a million years. Wait, how did you know Hermione and Ron got together?"
"Um, hello? Did you not sense all of the sexual tension? They totally wanted each other!"
The two boys descended into laughter. Sam picked up a piece of popcorn and tossed it into his mouth. It was their third bowl.
"I am totally going to regret all the popcorn and soda in the morning. Or, that is, when I have to go work it off." Kurt looked down at himself and shivered.
"Oh, come on! Live a little!"
And with that, Sam did the unthinkable. He sent a piece of popcorn sailing through the air, which had the enormous unfortunate chance of landing in Kurt's hair. Kurt froze, a look of stricken fear on his face. Sam stopped what he was doing. The silence lasted for about another minute, before Kurt picked up the bowl of popcorn, and proceeded to dump the entire contents of the bowl over Sam's head.
"You did not just do that."
Sam tackled Kurt, and held him down, tickling him. Kurt shrieked and kicked and whined, attempting to get the blond boy off of him. They both dissolved into laughter, and proceeded to throw more popcorn at each other.
...
A half an hour later, Kurt and Sam were lying on the couch. Kurt's hair was unruly, sticking up in random places. However, the slight discomfort of his hair mattered not at the moment. The two boys were snuggled up together, Kurt asleep. Sam slowly ran his fingers through the contra tenor's hair, sighing wistfully. A tear fell from his eye. Sam made no movement to wipe it away. It landed in Kurt's ruffled hair, which Sam continued to pet. Sam drifted into a peaceful sleep, Kurt lying next to him.
A/N: Thank you all for reading! Comments are love. Chapter 4 will be done soon. Enjoy!