Barely Breathing

When Sam finds Kurt broken in the locker room, he starts to discover everything he thought he was missing in his life. Can he fight off Kurt's most deadly nemesis and heal a shattered boy's fatal wounds? Eventual Hevans. Warnings: mentions of suicide, self-harm and non-consensual sexual intercourse.

Chapter 1- Save the Day

Sam bit his lip as he walked into the already inhabited choir room, a shy smile forming on his admittedly large lips. Finn and Rachel were heatedly whispering into each other's ears, missing the burning glares being sent their way by a disgusted Santana. Brittany was babbling about something Sam could only stumble across in his dizziest daydreams to Quinn as Santana was too concerned with some menial aspects of so-called Finchel's relationship to pay attention to her best friend. Quinn just nodded politely as she probably didn't understand a word of what Brittany was saying. Not many did, to be fair. Mike and Tina were trying to involve Artie in a conversation about something, but Artie refused to become part of their discussion. Sam sighed as he watched this. He knew that Artie's breakup with Tina and her reattachment onto somebody else hit him hard. Especially seeing as Mike Chang was everything that Artie wanted to be. He could walk. He could dance. And he had Tina. Tina's new relationship choices only fuelled the fires of Artie's self-loathing, as the spectacled boy had confided in him after having nobody else to turn to. Sam and Artie had become somewhat rather close friends and had confided in each other, telling the other things nobody else knew. It was a surprising turn of events, Sam thought, as he figured that he'd be getting along better with somebody like Finn, but that path had installed a major roadblock as soon as he had ventured down it.

Mercedes and Noah were sitting alone, not speaking to anybody, looking at their phones or watching everybody else. If it weren't for Puck's characterisation metamorphosis, Sam would never have even dreamed of addressing him as such. And, Sam knew, his transformation was mostly due to Kurt Hummel. Puck had bullied Kurt for many years, but Kurt had never known the true reason why until the summer before their junior year. It was never about Kurt being gay. It was about Puck's own resentment of himself and how Kurt's superior attitude only made this worse. Quinn had told him all about that during their duet practises when she was filling him in on what he had missed in the New Directions Drama Show during their sophomore. He was surprised at her admission of her pregnancy but had waved it off as something that wouldn't really bother him. Sam showed his admiration of her resilience but they had skirted past the issue. Sam had told her about his old school and his bisexuality.

Sam Evans wasn't sure about a lot of things, but he was sure of his sexuality. He thought girls were damn fine, but that certainly didn't halt his thoughts of what Noah Puckerman would look like sweaty and underneath his naked body. Quinn understood this and Sam swore that he could see an underlying smirk gracing her lips. What that was about he didn't know and was not about to dwell on it.

Sam frowned as he took a seat next to Puck, fist-bumping his Jewish best friend and trying not to think about how amazing his arms looked in the tight shirt he was wearing.

Where is Kurt? Sam thought.

Kurt loved the Glee Club and would never miss a meeting until there was a dire situation which demanded his attention. He tapped Tina on the arm and the Asian girl turned away from her adoring boyfriend to talk to him. They weren't particularly close yet, but Sam wanted to be better friends with this girl. She was attractive and knew what she wanted in life, something he respected.

"Tina, where's Kurt today?"

Tina blinked robotically, frowning not unlike Sam himself. Guilt washed over her face as she only just realised that her closest friend was absent from the room. She was so interested in sucking face with Mike that she had overlooked Kurt's presence in the room.

"I have no idea, actually. He skipped lunch to go and-oh god." Tina stopped in her tracks, shaking her head to clear it.

"What? Where is he?"

"He said that he was going to the gym to practise a new cheerleading routine he and Britt had conjured up. Brittany was in a janitor's closet with Santana so he went alone."

Sam paused and pondered on this fact, wondering why it was a bad thing. Then it clicked. After a routine, Kurt would shower and change into fresh clothes before coming to Glee Club in their assigned period after lunch. The shower was in the locker room. The locker room held residence for many ignorant jocks. Jocks despised Kurt. There. He had it. Was Kurt okay? Sam didn't know, but he knew that he needed to go and find him.

Sam knew that he was bisexual and he also knew that Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was the most beautiful person to ever grace the planet. In Sam's mind, Kurt's features should definitely not have worked together, but they did. That was something that made him even more alluring. The way his eyes twinkled when he started talking about something which he was passionate. The ways his hips rolled as if they were perfectly oiled when he danced. And that ass.

Kurt's ass could bring even the most heterosexual males to their knees begging for his attention and Sam was completely dumbfounded as to why to jock block didn't appreciate that Kurt Hummel had an ass for days.

"Let Mr Schuester know I'm leaving." Sam announced to Tina.

"You're going to find him? You've got big ones, Evans." Tina smirked and sent him on his way. With a nod to Noah, Sam stormed out of the choir room in a fashion that would make even Rachel Berry want to worship him.

Sam made a mental note to find anybody that hurt Kurt and knock them the fuck out.

He wondered where this protective streak had appeared from, as if from nowhere. Of course, he liked Kurt a lot. But he had liked people before and he had never felt so protective and chivalrous around them. He guessed that he just liked Kurt more than the others. When Kurt promptly cancelled their duet, Sam was crestfallen. He had wanted to sing with Kurt so much and he was already brainstorming song selections and he even watched Singin' in the Rain just so he could tell Kurt that he had watched it. Yeah, it was pretty pathetic, but Sam didn't care. It was Kurt freaking Hummel.

He approached the locker room door and pushed it open, not knowing what to expect, not knowing if Kurt was even in there.

"Kurt?" He called, hoping that there would be a response. His heart jumped into his throat when he didn't hear anything. Was he seriously not in here?

Sam's face fell when he saw it.

"Kurt!"

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this short start my Hevans story! Review! :)