Title: Sammy Evans: The Demon Barber of McKinley High
Author: arpad07
Pairing: Kurt/Sam
Rating: T... for right now.
Warning(s): Boy slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor Sweeney Todd. If I did own either, Sam and Kurt would be doing much more in the shower, and Helena Bonham Carter would not have been cast as Mrs. Lovett. It would have been Angela Lansbury. Or Patti Lupone.
Summary: Sam Evans has a dilemma. The school musical is Sweeney Todd. But he wants to sink his teeth into a bigger role than Anthony Hope. This is the story of Sam's audition, the rehearsal process, and performance of Sweeney Todd, as he falls for Kurt. Slash.
Chapter 1: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd
"Sweeney Todd," Will Schuester announced as the flipped the whiteboard to the other side. Sweeney Todd was written in blood red, with drawn droplets of blood sliding down the board. Kurt shrieked and turned to Mercedes. The rest of the girls in the club were freaking out over the words written on the white board.
"Okay, I can see some of us are excited!" Will mentioned as he looked from the ecstatic girls to the incredibly confused guys. "Have any of you heard of Sweeney Todd before?"
"Was that supposed to be a question, Mr. Schue? Kurt asked.
"Um, I don't know what Sweeney Todd is," murmured Finn as he shared a confused look with Puck and Sam.
"Kurt, would you please explain Sweeney Todd to those who have never heard of it?" Will asked politely. Kurt sighed and, rolling his eyes, turned to the boys.
"Sweeney Todd is the most ingenious piece of musical theatre in the history of musical theatre. Based on an old English myth, it tells the story of a murderous barber who slits the throats of unsuspecting customers and then has his accomplice, Mrs. Lovett, bake the bodies into meat pies."
"This is a musical?" The boys looked really excited. Kurt, once again, rolled his eyes.
"Yes. Not all musicals are peppy and about singing and dancing. Sweeney was composed by the pretty-much undisputed musical theatre god, Stephen Sondheim. The show is a beautifully entrancing piece about the price of revenge."
"Well, as most of you know, the school musical is coming up. This year, we're doing Sweeney Todd!" Will grinned as the girls (and Kurt) started chattering immediately, excited beyond belief. Even the guys seemed pretty happy, what with the choice of a musical about slitting throats and baking people into pies.
"One more quick announcement," Will shouted as the bell rang, and people began to move towards the door. "We want to do something interesting in terms of casting this year, so the roles of Toby and Mrs. Lovett will be gender neutral."
Rachel exploded in anger and outrage. "What is that supposed to mean, Mr. Schue? 'Gender neutral?' Does this mean that Mrs. Lovett could be a guy? After all the times last year-"
Kurt grinned, and innocently asked, "What? Afraid to go up against me?" The rest of the club chuckled as Rachel, fuming, stormed out of the room.
"Kurt, I've got to get to class. We'll talk over lunch." Mercedes turned and ran towards the door, hoping to beat the hallway crowds. Kurt shrugged and started toward the door. He got about halfway down the hallway, when he noticed someone was hurrying to catch up to him. He turned and smiled, seeing Sam jogging a foot or two behind.
"Hey," Kurt said quietly. He was still not so sure about how to make out Sam. Although he was positive that the boy dyed his hair, he was afraid that he had gone to far last week. Although Sam hadn't seemed to mind Kurt's forthcoming attitude.
"Hey. Where are you heading?"
"I have a free. You?"
"Me too. You mind if I hang with you this period? We could go somewhere fun?"
"Like where, exactly?"
"I don't know, maybe the auditorium."
Kurt smiled. "Ok. Sounds good to me." The two boys continued walking down the empty hallway. "So, are you going to try out for the musical?"
"Um, don't most of us have to? I mean, we're in Glee, right?"
Kurt chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. But I guess you could always blow your audition, if you didn't really want a part."
Sam smiled softly. "Quinn and I talked about it a bit. She seemed really excited. She wants me to try out with her."
"It's audition, not try out."
Sam grinned and laughed. "Picky, picky. Okay, so Quinn wants me to audition for Anthony while she auditions for Johanna."
"That would work. You would be a great Anthony."
"Thanks. That means a lot. See, the thing is, I've never actually seen Sweeney Todd. I know you love it, and I was wondering if we could maybe do something this weekend, and watch it?"
Oh. My. Gucchi. Is Sam Evans, the Greek Adonis of my fantasy for the past week or so, asking me to his house this weekend? Say something, Kurt. Anything. Now.
"Sure, I would, um, love to, ah, do something with y-you. This weekend. At my house."
"How does Friday sound?"
"Friday's great."
"Awesome! It's a date."
Kurt swooned as Sam walked off, and tried to not stare at his backside as he walked down the hall.
Kurt carefully steered himself to his usual lunch table, where Mercedes was waiting, a big plate of tater tots in front of her. She was eat them like there was no tomorrow. Kurt set his tray down and practically fell into the chair, resting for a moment. He had spent two hours during his free practicing his dance routine, and he was exhausted. He picked up an apple from his tray and took a bite, the juice making his mouth water.
"What's up, white boy? You've been really quite today. What's with you?" Mercedes asked as she continued to pile the tots into her mouth. Kurt reached over and grabbed her arm. They both laughed and she began to slow down.
"What's up with you, 'Cedes? You don't normally eat so fast unless something's wrong." Kurt knew his girl well, and she slowly nodded.
"I'm kinda nervous," the girl admitted. "I want a part, but I don't really know who to try ou- audition, sorry, for." Kurt laughed after Mercedes had corrected herself after remembering about Kurt's attempt to teach her more about theatre.
"Listen, 'Cedes, you'll be fine. You have one of the most fabulous voices I have ever heard. If anyone will be left out of getting a part, it'll be me."
Mercedes' eyes widened as she realized what was bothering Kurt. "You're upset because of what Rachel said, aren't you?" Kurt nodded, a sad but distant look on his face. "Now you listen to me, Kurt Hummel. You are the most fabulous person I know, and you are gonna get that part. Ain't no white girl gonna mess that up for you. So you go and bring it, white boy."
Kurt smiled, looking happy for the first time through out the meal. "Thanks, 'Cedes. You always know how to cheer me up."
"What are friends for?"
