Kurt Hummel looked down at his leather McQueen pants. In these, the world was his. He was a tempting treat. A young, fresh, beautiful creature, seductive and energetic. He had his strut perfected, moving the shoulders, the hips. He walked on to first period: Math. That was the only class he shared with the dreamy new quarterback. Once, he had boyish lust for Finn. He thought it was love. But the boy who'd filled his position on the football team was the new candy in his sight...
The teacher's dull voice droned on and on. Most people seemed half-asleep. It was Monday, after all, so this was typical. But Kurt's heart pounded. Sam was sitting beside him. He discreetly watched his arm muscles tense and relax as he lazily jotted down notes, one of the only students to do so. "...Kurt!" The boy's head shot up when he heard his name. He was fully alert, but busy enjoying the sights. The teacher looked at him. "Come over to the board and do number thirty-two, please. I'm not sure you understand this type of equation." Kurt walked to the front of the class, purposely brushing his thigh against his neighbour's desk on his way there. He knew chasing straight boys was no good. But he couldn't help it. Little did he know Sam was watching the back of him eagerly, and a little ashamed.
A few days of the Old Spice-fragrant Math class haze left Kurt in ecstacy. He'd been looking his absolute best, it was almost exhausting him. Normally, with Finn, the fact that the pursuit was useless tormented him, in the pits of his being. But it wasn't the same with Sam. Something was different about him. Maybe... but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
One afternoon, though, the quarterback spoke... he adressed Kurt! "Dude," he said, his voice deep and obviously trying too hard to sound confident, "do you understand this?" He pushed a page close, so that it fell under Kurt's gaze. The poor boy was caught off guard. His eyes widened. The situation didn't take long to fall under his control, though. "Oh! Ummm, yes. Just... send the two over to the other side... yes, but make sure you make it negative... yes, like that." This was really simple stuff. Kurt wasn't the best at Math, but he understood the basics. It's almost as if Sam was making an excuse to talk to him... but maybe he was just really bad at Math.
Kurt nearly had a heart attack when the young man said something again, about five minutes after their first brief exchange. "Hey, your name's Kurt, right? Yeah, Finn told me you used to be on the team," he said, avoiding the boy's eyes. "Oh! Yes... I was the, the... kicker." He said the last word quickly. "Cool. You're in Glee club with him, right?" Sam asked. Kurt nodded. "Yes. I'm not just a sucker for fashion. I'm also a super soprano," he sort-of-hinted, hoping Sam would pick up on it and reveal himself in turn, or at least accept him. "Cool," he said, with a half-smile that made little Kurt melt. Sam said no more. He'd almost joined Glee club at the start of the year. But he didn't want to be new, gay, and in Glee. Those three things were sure to keep him low on the popular meter, despite the fact that he was in the football team. Still, his urge to be happy was beginning to dominate all else...