The A&W Root Beer Reunion
Prologue: Dark and Stormy Cliché
A/N: Okay, so I've had this idea percolating inside my brain, and I sorta love this couple, even if the show is swaying away from a Hevans (Kurt/Sam) theme, I am not the only one who witnessed the total eye-sex during Le Jazz Hot. Seriously, there's a DeviantArt displaying it.
LOTS OF LOVE
Kermodei
Kurt POV
I was in my basement, listening half-heartedly to Beyoncé's "If I Were A Boy" and humming along. I'd finished my homework, and was trying to kill time until I could fall asleep, which, looking at the clock, wouldn't be for at least another three hours. The music drifted softly through my ears, though I knew I could blast it if I wanted to, my father was out, but the inclination didn't strike me.
If it were a nice evening, I might have gone out, called Mercedes for bowling or shopping, something to end the cycle of endless boredom my Friday nights had seemed to become, but it was pouring rain, and I really didn't have the energy to lug around my hair care products to re-touch after my hair got wet. So I was trapped inside.
In all honesty, I was fidgety and antsy. Emotions could do that to you.
I, almost more then anyone, would be the first to tell you that having emotions for someone who was unattainable was unhealthy, that's why they were called crushes. They crushed your heart, your sanity, your self-preservation. Any sense at all. Finn had told me, a few times now, that I hadn't known the meaning of "no". I finally saw what he was coming from. Wanting someone that bad made you blind to how you looked to them, senseless to how your actions affected them. I had been creepy, and it was embarrassing to admit it to myself, because I cared so much about how I was perceived, but I had creeped him out. I hadn't been fair, not that he was all rainbows and daisies on his part either, but you understand.
Now, in that same way, one Sam Evans was creeping into my warped little head. I sighed. I had tried thinking of other things, picturing kittens or flowers or Lady Gaga, but somehow, they all ended up looking like Evans.
I knew, in my heart, that I was just desperate. I had a lot of love to give, ask Mercedes or Quinn, and, at a certain point, caring overwhelms you, drowns you, suffocates you. I had to give it away, I needed to, and was willing to dote upon the new cute boy. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. It would be out of line.
Also, the fact that Quinn was dating him made matters more complicated. Though she was on Cheerios again, and we hadn't hung out as much as her, myself, and Mercedes had over the summer, I still loved her and respected her. I wasn't going to flirt with her man.
So that's why I was in my basement totally not thinking of him. Until I heard a knock on my door.
Sam's POV
It wasn't a night I'd go running, but didn't really have a choice. I was stuck in the rain in my hoodie and running shorts, shivering like some coke-addicted freak. All I could think was it was dark, I was scared, and I didn't know where to go.
I thought about going to Quinn's, but she was still just getting used to living with her mom again, and I couldn't dump this on them when their own family was already broken. Plus, even though I thought she had a sneaking suspicion, telling her why I got kicked out may wreck our relationship. You just can't trust people like you used to.
I listed off the other people I had actually talked to in McKinley.
There was Karofsky and Azimio, who lived in the same complex, but I really didn't want to have to live in their B.O., not to mention their cruelty.
There was Finn, he was cool, but I didn't know if he liked me or couldn't stand me today, so I didn't risk it.
The kid in the wheelchair, Artie or something, but his life was enough of a challenge.
Then there was Hummel. Kid could sing, but he seemed sorta snooty and judgmental. I wasn't sure if he'd pity me or laugh at me. Too bad he was my only choice.
Finn had mentioned living with the kid a while back, and had said they didn't live to far, but I couldn't remember the house number. I dug through my hoodie pockets, through the small things I had managed to shove in there, to my cell. I texted Finn.
Hey dude, u no where Hummel lives? I need to drop off hw. 4 him.
He took too long to respond, I was already soaking, and needing somewhere dry to sit. I spotted a bus stop and walked over.
Its like, 8 a nite! Wtf? He lives 1184 on 53rd. gnight dude, ur weird.
I flipped the phone shut, and got up. I wasn't too far from 53rd, at 49th, but I needed to get there quick, before his dad went to bed, or he went out or something.
The walk there I was rolling excuses for me being there in my head, but none made any sense. If my family had been killed, why didn't I call the police? If I was locked out, why not just phone them? Nothing added up.
When I got to his lighted porch, I still had no idea what to say. I knocked on the door. After ten long seconds, I knocked again. I heard someone running up the stairs, and heard the door unlock.
Hummel opened the door wide, and stood cross armed glaring at me.
"What do you want? My dad's out, so make it quick." I took a breath.
"My parents kicked me out." His jaw dropped, and he nodded, taking my arm and pulling me inside. I didn't know if I had thought he would kick me out, too, but right then, I was thankful for the warmth of his house. I could relax, if just for a minute.