"Well, if that doesn't spell it out, I don't know what does." Santana snipes as she stands up from her seat in the audience. The two boys on stage turn to look at her, both of them confused.
"What?" Sam asks, narrowing his eyes at the girl, his eyebrows knitting together. Kurt doesn't say anything, merely cocks his head at the Latina.
"Read your shirts, dumbass." Santana rolls her eyes, moving away from her seat and starting to look for Brittany.
"What does she mean?" Sam asks, almost dumbly, turning around to face Kurt. The brunette boy reads Sam's shirt for a moment, before smiling in an almost amused way.
"Think about it." Kurt says with a small smile. Sam frowns at him a little, looks down at his own shirt –where the words Trouty Mouth are printed in thick black letters- and then across at Kurt. The words Likes Boys are printed across his chest. Sam frowns harder, somehow, and looks at his own shirt, then back at Kurt's, before up at the boy's face again. He still looks confused. Kurt sighs, softly, but affectionately none the less.
"Trouty Mouth," he says, gesturing at Sam, "likes boys."
"Trouty Mouth likes boys?" Sam repeats, his voice questioning.
"According to Santana, yes, he does." Kurt says with an almost breathy sigh. He offers Sam a tiny smile.
"But how does she..." Sam gapes for a moment, and Kurt cocks his head with a soft smirk. "The only person I ever said anything to was Quinn, I..."
"Gossip travels, Samuel." Kurt says with a small grin. "Is she right?"
Sam sighs for a moment, before he bites his lower lip softly and nods. Kurt reaches over to him and squeezes his bicep.
"She's right. This trouty mouth definitely likes boys." Sam admits quietly, his voice almost a whisper. "This trouty mouth likes one boy in particular, actually."
"And who would that be?"
"Take a guess." Sam replies, a soft blush gathering over the tops of his cheeks. He holds out his hand to Kurt. The brunette stares at him for a moment, before reaching out and taking hold of his hand. Sam looks up at him suddenly.
"What about Blaine?" Sam asks quietly, but Kurt shakes his head.
"He doesn't matter."
Sam stares at Kurt for a long moment, turning to him properly and tentatively cupping his cheek.
Their first kiss is under the harsh brightness of stage lights. Sam's hand is warm against Kurt's cheek, palm sweating slightly where their hands are clasped together.
Kurt realizes, as he closes his eyes, that this is how kisses are supposed to be. Sam pulls away for a second to look Kurt in the eyes. The brunette blinks, almost shyly, and they're leaning in to kiss again when Santana yells from backstage.
"Wanky!"
Sam laughs, but doesn't pull away from Kurt. The brunette raises an eyebrow at him. Sam kisses his forehead, squeezes his hand and moves away from him a little.
"Meet me at Breadstix tonight? At seven?" Sam asks, his cheeks flushing darker pink. Kurt is taken aback; flustered for a second, his cheeks flushing with what he imagines is an unsightly pink as he nods quickly.
Sam blows him a kiss and disappears backstage.
Santana appears on stage a few moments later, grinning smugly as she moves to stand beside Kurt.
"You owe me twenty bucks, Hummel." She says with a self-satisfied grin. "I told you Trouty liked you."
Kurt laughs almost grudgingly and pulls his wallet from the pocket of his jacket.
