It's not like Sam Evans had never been kissed before. Sure, there was Quinn, his high school girlfriend, Santana, his rebound girl, and that time he got drunk and made-out with Brittany. It's not like he'd never been kissed before, but this kiss was different. It felt softer, tasted sweeter, and made him see fireworks.
He had been sitting at his desk in his dorm room, finishing up some math homework, groaning to himself when the numbers wouldn't add up the right way, when his roommate had stumbled in, drunk. He was being led into the room by a shorter guy in a blazer, with gelled back hair. The shorter man gave Sam a look, and told him to keep an eye on his roommate, and left.
Sam looked at the boy, his porcelain skin red and burning from the alcohol. He shook his head and walked over to him. "Kurt? Do you want me to get you something?"
The smaller boy mumbled something about a headache, so Sam pulled a water bottle out of the mini-fridge and handed it to him. "You'll be okay, alright? Just drink plenty of water. You need to stay hydrated."
"Sam…" Kurt moaned, clutching his head, "Can you lay with me? I feel dizzy."
Sam nodded, and pulled himself into Kurt's bed, lying against the wall. He held Kurt, just in case the boy fell off the bed.
"Sam...I'm sorry I thought you were gay when we first moved in together. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You're really cute," Kurt mumbled.
Sam turned bright red, "its okay. It's fine. It didn't mean anything. Besides, you have a boyfriend now."
Kurt shrugged, "Blaine's okay. He's not as nice as you…he...doesn't like how girly I am sometimes…and he doesn't let me wear my kilt." Kurt pouted.
"I thought you loved him," Sam smiled sadly.
Kurt shook his head vigorously, turning to face Sam. "Blaine loves me. I…would feel bad, if I didn't tell him I loved him…but I don't. I don't love Blaine. I love someone else. I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember…"
"Who?' Sam asked quietly. As the question left him, Kurt pressed his lips against Sam's, kissing him softly, running a hand through Sam's hair.
Sam stiffened a little, from the shock of being kissed by his roommate, but as the kiss continued, he saw fireworks. Flashes of color, and bright stars filled his eyes. He kissed Kurt back, tasting his cherry chapstick, feeling his soft skin.
Kurt whimpered a little, as Sam pulled away.
"I love you," Kurt gasped, holding Sam close to him.
Sam shuddered. He hadn't heard those words since Quinn. But, somehow, right now, coming from his drunken roommate, felt perfect, and right.
It's not like Sam had never been kissed before. But he'd never been kissed like that, full of love, and need. He'd never tasted such sweet lips, or felt such a warm embrace. He had never felt another man's hot breath on his skin, as he proclaimed his love.
But now, as he felt Kurt shiver into his arms, Sam knew he wanted to kiss those lips forever.