Du Hast Den Schönsten Arsch Der Welt...
Summary: Meaning, "You Have The Sweetest Ass In The World" When Kurt walked in the door, I instantly noticed it. Partially because when he came in, he bent down to pick something up, And partially because... I looked.
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Sam's POV
I woke up that morning thinking that everything was going to be normal. The first day of my second senior year. Because of my family being homeless last year I had forgotten my studies. Resulting in me being a Super Senior. Luckily I was already the oldest one in Glee Club. Which I would have to face again. Right now. Glee club is the first class of the day. I don't know, (And don't WANNA know) how Tina got Principal Figgins to make it an official class, but we were all grateful. As I walked into the classroom I realized that I was the first one in. WTF? Usually it was Kurt or Rachel that were the first ones in, arguing over solos. I sat down in a random chair in the the front row and waited. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. As I looked on, I saw Kurt walk into the doorway, dressed in sinfully tight, silver metallic pants.
'It should be Illegal for guys to wear those. Especially-Oh My God'
My thoughts were interrupted when Kurt dropped his French textbook and turned around to get it. But he didn't crouch to get it. He was smarter than that. I watched in utter silence as he bent down and grabbed his textbook without ever bending his knees. I was completely shocked as he bent his knees a little bit and rolled his hips to help himself back up. I felt myself palming the front of my jeans to relieve the tightness was growing even more as I watched Kurt turn around and look straight at me. When his eyes traveled south... I saw them widen in shock.
'Why is he bugging out?'
I looked down and saw that I had a VERY noticeable hard-on that was easily viewable through my sweatpants. I looked back up at him and locked eyes with him. I smiled and he instantly turned red and rushed towards me. At first I thought that he was coming over to help me... relieve this. Then as his expression changed I thought he was gonna slap me. And from what I have heard from Finn... A Kurt Slap HURTS. BAD. He came to school one day with a hand print bruise on his face and there was a popped blood vessel in his cheek right in the center of the hand print. Yeah. I did NOT want that. But as soon as I started to flinch away, Kurt was already walking past me and sitting in his usual spot in the back corner. And That's how it was. Today... And every day after that. I couldn't tell him how I felt. He had Blaine. And I didn't want to intrude on their happiness. So... This is my life.