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Note: Takes place before sectionals, just after the confrontation between Blaine and Sam about what dance moves to use. Feedback is appreciated!
"Sam, wait," Kurt called, as Sam was angrily heading for the door.
"What!" snapped Sam, slamming the door closed and turned to face Kurt. "Now you want to put me down too?"
"Look, just don't take it personally," Kurt said. He tentatively touched Sam on the shoulder as a friendly gesture. "You must realize how jealous he is."
"Jealous?" Sam scoffed. "Why would Mister Prep School singing star be jealous of me? He waltzes in here and starts leading the show while I'm busting my ass to take care of my family. I have nothing for him to be jealous of."
Kurt looked away from Sam's intense questioning glare. "Sam… How could you say that? Everyone here loves you so much. They brought you back because you're such an important part of New Directions. Blaine has been trying so hard to establish himself and he feels like no one listens to him. And obviously, he has some alpha male issues. When you came back it was like he lost what little progress he'd made with the people here."
Sam's shoulders relaxed as he let go of some of his anger. He was about to reply, but Kurt continued.
"Besides, for a little while there he was getting used to being the sexiest person here. You can't blame him for being touchy about being upstaged."
The right side of Sam's mouth quirked up in a half smile. "Aw, come on."
"I'm serious, Sam. You can't tell us we need to use sex in our performance and pretend you're not just oozing out a trail of hotness wherever you go."
Sam tried to laugh it off, but he felt the weight of his emotions weighing down on him so suddenly that he had to sit down. "I never had to tell myself anything to get to sleep at night, you know. I don't care who thinks it's cheap or tawdry. It's just another kind of performance, and I'm good at it, and no one can make me feel ashamed of that. I know I'm not supposed to want to do this with my life. But if I have what it takes to do it now, and it can help me and the people I care about, and it's fun, then why shouldn't I?"
Surprised that Sam would open up to him so much, Kurt didn't know how to respond. Sam's expression and body language had changed so quickly from passionate rage to lost puppy. He couldn't tell if Sam actually wanted his opinion, or if he were just asking rhetorically. Sam looked at him with the big puppy eyes and he felt his knees trembling. He sat down next to Sam.
"Listen Sam. I can tell you first hand that trying to be what you think people want you to be is poisonous. I think you're so brave to get up on a stage and be comfortable like that, but you're even braver for saying that no one can make you feel ashamed of it. You have to hold on to that." He reached for Sam's hand and gripped it while looking into Sam's eyes. He felt a tingle as he lost himself in their green depths. "If you feel good about it you should absolutely stick to it."
A warm, genuine smile lit up his face. "Thanks, man. I needed that."
Realizing that he was holding Sam's warm hand, Kurt abruptly let it go and fidgeted with his hands for a moment before folding them into his lap. "You're welcome," he nodded primly.
"You don't have to be like that. I don't have a problem with your…" Sam hesitated awkwardly. "We're friends. It's not going to freak me out if you touch me."
Kurt blushed and smiled coyly. "Are you sure about that?" He met Sam's eyes, and then slid his eyes suggestively down Sam's chest, lap, and legs. When he looked back to Sam's face, the stare was so intense he looked away bashfully.
"I'm sure, Kurt," said Sam. He put his arm around Kurt and laid his hand on Kurt's far shoulder. "Don't look away. I love the way you look at me."
Kurt was unable to contain a shiver that ran through him and Sam's touch. It felt like he was getting a continuous electric shock on the spot where Sam's hand met his shoulder. How had he managed to touch Sam in the same place earlier without this overwhelming tingle? He felt too shy to meet Sam's eyes, but he brought his gaze back to Sam's body.
Nervously, he reached a hand towards Sam. He ran it down Sam's arm, tightening his grip to feel Sam's bicep as Sam tensed the muscle. Kurt murmured softly. He glanced sidelong to Sam's unwavering gaze. He crossed his legs primly to hide his arousal and looked at the floor, paralyzed by nerves and desire.
Sam frowned. He hoped he hadn't offended Kurt. Reluctantly, he took his hand off Kurt's shoulder and started to rise.
"I wish…" Kurt said hoarsely.
Sam paused. "You wish?"
"I wish I could have seen you dance," Kurt blurted quickly in barely more than a whisper.
"That, my friend, is a wish I can grant," replied Sam suavely. He glanced at the closed door. The blinds were up on the window, so he quickly closed them before turning to face Kurt, who was still staring at the floor. "Look at me, Kurt," he commanded. Kurt obeyed. His expression was a mix of terror and longing. It was exactly the expression Sam had always treasured from Kurt, ever since Kurt had first asked him to sing a duet together.
Sam shrugged himself out of his brown jacket, swaying a little. He realized something was missing. "Give me some music," he instructed.
Kurt went to the piano. He had no idea what kind of music would be good for a striptease. Sam was waiting expectantly for him, so he started the first thing that popped into his head: Poker Face. Sam grinned and called out, "Sing it for me."
Kurt channeled Lady Gaga while Sam swung his hips playfully. Locking eyes with Kurt, he slowly peeled his shirt off. Kurt caught his breath taking in the image of Sam's perfectly toned chest and stomach. The second time Kurt got to the chorus, crooning, "I'll get him hot, show him what I got," Sam started unbuttoning his pants. Deftly, he stepped out of them and tossed them aside. Sam wriggled out of his black boxer-briefs. He spent the rest of the song gyrating around seductively. Kurt finished the song with his heart in his throat. Feeling desire overwhelm him, he approached Sam, mesmerized.
"Ah ah," Sam said with a smirk and a wiggle of his finger. "You can look, but you can't touch."
That startled Kurt out of his trance. "Oh, I… I don't know what came over me…"
"I don't know what came over me either," Sam admitted. "Something about the way you look at me, it just…"
The two looked at each other with a mix of desire and awkwardness.
"Let's just keep this between us, okay?" Sam said. He got all his clothes back on in a rush while Kurt watched apprehensively. Sam leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "See ya!" he said as he breezed out of the room. Kurt shrugged, got his jacket, and left the room humming Poker Face.