It Only Happens on Broadway
'Choices'
by "Hogwarts or McKinley?"
a Kurt/Sam fanfiction freely adapted from Broadway songs
Title: It Only Happens on Broadway: Choices
Author: Hogwarts or McKinley?
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M for Mature
Warning(s): Crude language, explicit sex scenes
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the material used in this story (lyrics and names). This story is indicated for a mature public.
Summary: Based on various songs from Broadway shows, old and new, during the night, an old friend of Kurt Hummel's comes to visit him.
To enjoy the reading, I suggest you to listen to the original songs.
-CHAPTER ONE-
"Beneath a Moonless Sky"
Prologue:
'I should have known that you'd be here,
I should have known it all along.
How dare you try and claim me now?
How dare you come invade my life?
Oh Christine, my Christine in that time that the world thought me dead.
My Christine, on that night just before you were wed.
Oh Christine, you came and found where I hid,
don't you deny that you did that long ago night.
That night…'
'Once there was a night
beneath a moonless sky,
too dark to see a thing
too dark to even try.'
The night was approaching in New York City. That day everything seemed special and, somehow, different. The sounds of that wonderful city were quiet, the smell of cars and people was feeble and the sun never shone brighter. And that night seemed to reflect that special day, where everything looked in its place. Peaceful, quiet and extremely dark. That mood was perfect for a night of passion.
Kurt was in his room, thinking about how wonderful that day has been. He was wearing the shirt he used to wear when he was in high school. High school… so many things happened during those days. Finn, his father, his father's wedding, Blaine, Prom night, Karofsky, Sam… Sam. He stopped. He froze for a second, trying to realize what has just happened. He was thinking about Sam, Sam Evans, his old schoolmate, when shivers were sent down his spine by invisible, yet so powerful, emotions. Him… of all people. He shared with Blaine his first experiences and yet something was missing from him. Songs unsung, lips unkissed…
He had finished his beauty routine when someone knocked the door.
'Coming! Wait a minute!' said Kurt. He went from the bedroom to the door and opened it.
He froze again. There he was. Sam, that very Sam.
'What are you doing here?' asked him Kurt.
'Can't I visit an old friend?' replied Sam.
'Yes, sure. Forgive me. It's just I-.'
'It's good to see you, Kurt.'
'It's good to see you too, Sam' said Kurt. He really meant it. 'Please, come in!' he said while Sam entered the room and the two of them seated on the near velvet couch.
'How's life in the Big Apple? Any Broadway show you've been in?'
'Mesmerizing. I've auditioned for many of them but, you know, I'm trying as much as I can, but I will always be the boy from Lima. I always got ensemble parts. Not bad at all. I always wanted to sing "Masquerade" on that beautiful stage in those amazing dresses! What about you?'
'Kurt, can I be honest? There a reason why I've come to see you.' Kurt's heart started to rush. 'Do you remember when you wanted to sing that duet with me and you ended up singing "Le Jazz Hot" all by yourself? I would have died to sing with you. People in glee club always said that you were the sweetest kid and during the years I learnt it and it killed me. You are THE most amazing person I've known. You fought David Karofsky with your strenght and, I hope you noticed it, there was only one reason for me wanting to defend you. I wanted to impress you. I wanted you to know that I was there for you, whenever you needed me. When you introduced us to Blaine the world crashed for me. The boy I wanted with another guy from some stupid school in Westerville. You may now be wondering why I didn't tell you this before. Well, I was afraid. As Finn many times pointed out, I was the "new kid". I couldn't come out. That would have made me even stranger. But you… You have never been a coward. You have the bravest heart I've ever seen in my short life.'
Silence slowly filled the room. Kurt didn't know what to say. But the words came naturally.
'Does anybody know it? Of you bein-.'
'No. Nobody knows it. In fact, there's something that makes me even more coward.'
'What is it? I'm sure everything's going to be alright.'
Sam stayed silence for a moment, then he reluctantly came clean.
'I'm getting married in the morning.'
'What?'
Sam quickly approached Kurt and seized his arms. He kissed him.
'That's what it feels like' thought Kurt. Those lips, that trouty mouth he longed for so many years had the sweetest taste. Those songs suddenly started to play in his head. But, no. He couldn't do it. Not to Sam, one of his oldest friends.
'I stole to your side,
to tell you I must go.
I couldn't see your face,
but sensed you even so.'
'Sam, I'm sorry. I can't do this. You're going to be married soon. It's not right. It's not fair.'
'Do you think I really care for her? I don't love her. My parents want me to marry her just because she's rich.'
'Wait… Is that "she" Quinn? Quinn Fabray?'
'Yes, she is.'
'Strange, I always thought she was lesbian' thought Kurt.
'Kurt, I'm going to live a miserable life. All I ask of you is to taste the fruit I'm never going to try.'
He wanted it. Kurt wanted it. And, as love always do, it felt natural.
'And I touched you.
And I felt you.
And I heard those ravishing refrains.
The music of your pulse.
The singing in your veins.'
They both started to touch each other. They moved to the bedroom where Kurt previously was. Kurt closed the door and they leaned on the bed. His kiss was passionate and as nothing Kurt has ever felt in his life. Sam was so manly. With his hands he started to touch his back. Yes, those muscles he saw that day under the shower were still there, longing to be caressed. Kurt moved his hands on Sam's butt. It was so hard and solid. Nothing ever felt so exciting, but they needed to move on.
Sam took his shirt off and revealed the glorious body he had. Such pecs… Such abs… Such groin… Everything was pumped where it was needed to be and flat as well.
He also unfastened the buttons of his jeans but Kurt stopped him. Kurt didn't want him to go further. Yet.
Sam went back on Kurt. Kurt was wearing the tartan shirt and of course, in Sam's mind, it needed to go away. While kissing him, Sam undid the buttons of Kurt's shirt and revealed a beautiful body. Not a built body, but the gracious body of a dancer, the one he gained during the years of hard Broadway training. Pants suddenly seemed useless.
Sam kissed Kurt's body, top to bottom, and, when he reached the pants, he undid the zip of those useless piece of clothing.
Kurt was rapt. It was like being in a different reality. A reality of pleasure and lust, the one he never dared to try. But, with Sam, it was different.
They both took their shoes and pants off and there they were, cuddling and kissing on the bed with underwear as only limit.
'It's so much to believe' said Kurt. 'I always wanted this in my life. A boy… A man who could give me everything I needed. And now I feel that man is you, Sam. You with your sweetness, your naiveness and your loverly impressions. You, who can cry and smile with the same effort.'
'Try not to think of it and enjoy this night while we can' sweetly replied Sam.
He was right. He finally had the shot to spend the night with the boy he always longed to have, and he didn't have to waste it.
Moved by this feeling, Kurt touched Sam's cock through his underwear and started to stroke it. That was the best feeling he ever felt not only because Sam's cock was remarkably hard and big, but also because Sam started to moan with pleasure at his touch while he was kissing Kurt. Very gently, Kurt moved one of Sam's hand to his cock. He could see it was the first time he touched another boy's intimate parts but, within seconds, he acquainted with the gestures. Sam had big and strong hands for he played football at school, but that gesture was so sweet and kind Kurt's pleasure doubled at the thought of a football player touching his cock with his big hands. Once again it was time to move one.
'Lie down on my bed, will you?' said Kurt to Sam.
The big, handsome, built, blond boy was now lying on the bed and Kurt was on top of him. He went down to his underwear and took them off, revealing the big, glorious erection of that hung Tennessee boy.
'And I held you.
And I touched you.
And embraced you.
And I felt you.
And with every breath and every sigh.
I felt no longer scared.
I felt no longer shy.
At last our feelings bared
beneath a moonless sky.'
Kurt seized and started to masturbate him. He could see by Sam's moaning and expression he was enjoying it. Then Kurt started to suck Sam's cock. The warmth it gave out filled Kurt and encouraged him to continue.
Sam was in ecstasy. Kurt was giving him the best night of his life and that blow-job seemed the solution to his many problems. It lasted several minutes, for Sam wanted to enjoy every minute of it and Kurt wanted to make him feel good… extremely good, when, at last, Sam came in Kurt's mouth screaming with pleasure. Kurt continued to suck Sam's big cock even after he came, because he knew it was even better…
Sam seized Kurt's neck, brought his face near and kissed his mouth. The kiss was intense. It seemed to say 'Thank you for saving me'.
Kurt, on his own initiative, took of his underwear revealing his erection. He was on top of Sam and he put his cock into Sam's mouth and started to fuck it. Yes, that was good. He was wondering if it really was the first time the blond boy gave a blow-job, but it wasn't really appropriate. You could feel Sam really wanted to give him that gift. He sucked Kurt's cock, he liked it and longingly accepted Kurt's silver magic in his mouth.
The time had come. Sam, very gently, leaned Kurt on the bed and started to caress his body.
'You're beautiful' said Sam.
'You're beautiful' replied Kurt.
'When I woke up this morning I'd have never thought that a night like this could have ever happened, and yet…'
'When I woke up this morning I'd have never thought that I'd have sucked Sam Evans' cock. A big, hard, all-American cock' joked Kurt.
They both started to laugh. Sam was standing between Kurt's leg while he was laying on the bed. 'That smile' thought Kurt, 'is so beautiful. You were my teenage dream', while Sam's smile filled the room with happiness and carefreeness, for that was the age of no regrets.
Sam started to lick Kurt's asshole. Again, he wondered if that was the first time he'd ever done it.
When he had done, Sam licked his hand and than masturbated to lube his cock. That was it.
Sam's eyes met Kurt's. He smiled at him and he smiled back. Then, very gently, he slowly put his cock in Kurt's hole.
'And blind in the dark,
as soul gazed into soul;
I looked into your heart
and saw you pure and whole.
Cloaked under the night
with nothing to suppress,
a (wo)man and a man
no more and yet no less.'
Sam swayed his body back and forth, dominating Kurt. He could feel that hot hardness in his body and he was longing for more.
It Sam's mind, everything he ever did never felt that good and that satisfying. Kurt's hole was the best place he has ever put his cock in and the world around him went away. Nothing mattered. Quinn, the wedding, the regrets. At that moment, he could only think of the boy he loved, protected, and admired since high school years lying there, on that cozy bed, and his face, with the clear expression of pleasure. While Sam was fucking Kurt, he leaned on him and whispered 'I love you' in his ears.
Kurt froze for the third time that night. But then again, the words came in a natural way.
'I love you too' replied Kurt. It wasn't the first time he said that. But this time he really meant it.
Sam's moment was approaching. Kurt could feel it, for he started to fuck him faster and more violently. That was the best sex he ever had in his life and hearing Sam moaning things like 'Yes!', 'My God, yes!', 'Mhhh' made it even better because he knew his dominator was really enjoying it. At this thought, Kurt started to masturbate. Up and down, up and down, up and down. The two of them did these movements in perfect unison and when Sam shouted 'Ahh! Yes! Uhhh, ahhh! My God…', Kurt knew Sam just had the best night of his life. Sam exited from Kurt and grabbed his cock. They both masturbated it. When Kurt eventually came, they kissed each other passionately.
'And I kissed you.
And caressed you.
And the world around us fell away,
we said things in the dark,
we never dared to say.
And I caught you.
And I kissed you.
And I took you.
And caressed you.
With a need too urgent to deny.
And nothing mattered then
except for you and I.
Again and then again,
beneath a moonless sky.'
They were both exhausted and they were both leaning on the bed. Sam reached Kurt with his big arms and brought him nearer. Kurt cuddled him, caressing and kissing his muscular body.
'That was amazing' said Kurt.
'Thank you. You were also amazing' replied Sam.
'That's why I loved and love you. You are a beautiful person. You're sweet, kind and you have a smile that can cure both old and new wounds with one look at it. You are an amazing person. I have no idea how you could remain in that stinky place.'
'I do not have your talent, Kurt.'
'Sometimes talent is not necessary. Like John Kander and Fred Ebb said "Give 'em the old razzle dazzle. How can they see with sequins in their eyes?".But you are talented. You play guitar like nobody else I know. Your voice is deep and sweet at the same time. And let's not forget your impressions.'
'Ah! Maybe you're right. Thank you. For everything.'
Sam kissed Kurt and, after a couple of minutes, they both fell asleep, snuggling down in bed, knowing that nobody could harm them.
'And now?
How could you talk of now?
For us
There is no now.'
Morning came. The life of the Big Apple woke up and so did its citizens. But Kurt's bedroom, where he and Sam were sleeping still naked, was not touched by the noise of the big town. That little piece of Heaven was there to stay.
Someone opened the door and entered the house.
'Honey, I'm home! I'm back from last night gig at the "Artists' Club", sorry if I'm late! Kurt! Are you there?'
It was Blaine.
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