Flashes

Flashes into Kurt and Sam's life together. These are unrelated one-shots with a prompt of a single word. Prompts are welcome. Warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter 1- Forbidden


"Sam? Are you sure we're allowed in here?!" Kurt whispers to Sam, worried. Sam chuckles lowly, but shrugs.

"No idea. There wasn't a sign or anything."

"Sam, there were three signs. One said 'No Trespassing', one said 'No Entry' and the last one said 'Trespassers shall be prosecuted'. Those don't' sound like welcoming mats." Kurt points out. Sam frowns.

"Oh, I thought they said 'No Trains Passing', 'No Sentry' and 'Trains Passing shall be…then I got stuck on the last word." Sam looks downcast suddenly. His dyslexia stops him from being able to read even the simplest of road signs. It's lucky he's got Kurt with him to read them. Sam tugs on Kurt's hand and tries to lead him out but, suddenly, the smaller boy has gained a lot more muscle because Sam can't budge him.

"Kurt, come on. We have to leave, remember?" Sam hisses, now scared that they will get caught.

"Come on, don't you think it'd be…hot to get it on in a place that's, well, forbidden?" Sam shoots Kurt a smile and suddenly Kurt's lips are upon his. Kurt's right, it's hot and dangerous…if you're one of us then roll with us…no Sam, no time for Ke$ha.

"Sam? Are you not into this?" Kurt asks curiously.

"Sorry I was just thinking about Ke$ha." Sam blurts, for a reason that he is not aware of.

"Well, whatever turns you on, baby is fine with me but I need your lips on mine now." Kurt mumbles and Sam is in no position to refuse such a demand, especially when Kurt is looking at hot as he is.

Suddenly, the two boys hear a jangling of metal from somewhere behind them, making Sam want to cry and Kurt just look worried.

"Kurt, go!" Sam hisses at him, really wanting Kurt to leave this sheltered, isolated…thing. Sam doesn't know what it's called, but all he knows is that it's raining and windy and Kurt's umbrella was skyrocketed by the gale and it's not coming back. Kurt's hair is ruined and Sam can feel the rainwater invading his socks.

"Without my umbrella? Are you insane?" Kurt retorts.

"Kurt, your hair is already out of place, but you still look gorgeous and it's only me around. Will you please just come back to the car with me?"

Kurt sighs. "Fine, but you know one good thing about this downpour…" Kurt trails off, smirking. Sam doesn't actually know what's good about the rain right now. He's completely nonplussed.

"The rain has made your shirt pretty much see through and I can see everything. It's a really bad day to just be wearing a thin white shirt." Kurt finds warmth under Sam's shirt and presses his hands against Sam's abs. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

"Kurt, don't use the rain as an excuse to feel me up." Sam pouted, looking like a hurt puppy.

"Sam, I—." Kurt noticed the look on his face and tried to argue.

"You can do that anytime you like." Sam winked and pinned Kurt's hands to his chest, kissing him.

"Bitch, I know I can. You simply can't resist my charms." Kurt stuck his tongue out.

"Okay, Lionel Richie, let's scarper." Sam said, but apparently that was the wrong thing.

"Lionel Richie?! Just who do you think you're talking to, young man?"

"Gah, I'm sorry, Diana Ross. You know I get confused easily between her and Aretha Franklin."

"A fact that Mercedes and I struggle to comprehend. It's like getting confused between Cher and Madonna." Sam averted his gaze shiftily. "No. No, you don't." Kurt said, his tone warning Sam.

"Nah, just kidding. I just wanted to make your do that bitch glare, it really turns me on, I have to say." Sam winked. "But seriously, let's leave, because I think somebody just came in."

"But my hair…"

"Is always perfect. If you want, you can use my shirt as an umbrella."

"I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do, pervert." Sam raises an eyebrow, a trait one inherits from spending too much time around Kurt Hummel.

A shout of "Hey!" distracts the boys and makes Kurt the first one to charge boldly into the rain, Sam closely at his heels.

"Let's go!" Sam advises and he scoops Kurt up into his arms, running at full jock paces back to his car. Kurt takes advantage of the fact that Sam is already drenched to tickle his abs, making Sam chuckle between breaths.

"You're such a pervert." Sam comments once they're inside his car, the heating turned right up.

"Don't pretend that you don't love it." Kurt retorts, kissing his doting boyfriend fully on the lips. Kurt ponders and realises that, sometimes, the rain was not that bad. And that sometimes, the exploration of forbidden places can lead to some good times.


Author's Note: I know that I'm beginning a lot of projects lately, but this would not leave my mind. I needed to get my Hevans on and I thought that a prompt-based story would be better. Any words are welcome from you guys and I'll use them! Also on my story Diva, prompts are encouraged! Review!