A/N: This is starting in the "Born This Way" episode. Kurt wasn't the one to spy on The Warblers, so he did never meet Blaine. They found Finn was a surprisingly good actor while snooping around at Dalton. Also, Sam's family doesn't have the bad financial issues like in "Rumours", but he's still not exactly rich. This is my first fanfic! Any ideas or suggestions will be gladly appreciated. Past Pam, Eventual Hevans, and mentions of other relationships that have and have not been established in the show. Look out for some OCs in later chapters.
Disclaimer can be found at the bottom of every chapter. It is put there as to not give away any songs that may be performed. ;D
GoldenStars..GoldenStars..GoldenStars
Sam was on the sidelines of the stage, waiting for his que. He silently chuckled at Puck's shirt, which said "I'm With Stupid" and an arrow pointing down to his zipper. He actually felt some what sorry for Rachel Berry when he saw her shirt that read "Nose". Still, with a voice like hers, I'm sure half of the glee club would trade in with her.
New Directions was performing "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga. This weeks assignment was all about self-love, inspired by what Santana had been saying earlier that week in the choir room, Sam guessed. He smiled to himself when Kurt's jacket was taken off, revealing his "Likes Boys" shirt. He couldn't help but marvel at the confidence the boy had. All of the New Directions members had to make a shirt, assisted by Miss Pillsbury, about something they were insecure about. He watched as Kurt and the others danced and sang the chorus. Oh, how he loved the countertenor's great voice, and his flawless, beautiful, porcelain skin. The way he stuck one hip to the side and placed his hand on it so adorably, his-
"Dude, come on!" Mike interrupted his thoughts. Pushing everything to the back of his mind, Sam focused on his part of their number and jumped onto the stage. Which was pretty hard to do, as Kurt had a lot of the main singing parts today. They all sang and danced around, surprised to be joined by Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury. She herself was sporting one of the shirts, hers saying "OCD". Huh, Sam thought. That's funny, considering she herself is a guidance councelor.
They finished the number, everyone smiling and laughing with each other. Kurt's eyes flickered at Sam for a moment as he looked around the room, still smiling. Sam seemed to be mesmerized by Kurt's beautiful eyes, that were blue with golden and green sparks that seemed to explode like fireworks.
Kurt started to blush as Sam stared deeply into his eyes. He had such a pretty smile, even if he did have a large mouth. His shirt, which said "Trouty Mouth" was funny and suiting, inspired by the song with the same name that Santana had wrote him. While his obviously bleached hair was cute on him, Kurt couldn't help but wonder what the natural color was. Probably a light brunette. Either way, he still looked absolutely amazing. Sam always looked amazing.
You're loosing it, Hummel. Why have you been falling for this guy for so long? he thought to himself. Sam was straight. He knew from experience with his now step-brother, Finn, how that turned out... Or, was Sam straight? He used to be dating Quinn Fabray, but Finn was dating her now. When he was new here, Puck would always joke and ask Sam if he was gay, indirectly anyways. Making jokes about how big his mouth was and how many balls he could fit in there, or comments about the 'Bieber' hair. Sam had never denied anything Puck or anyone else threw at him... He always had seemed to shrug it off or change the subject. Maybe he was, and the way Sam was staring at him didn't help Kurt's confusion either, making him turn an even deeper red.
Shit, Sam thought. Kurt had noticed his staring, and was currently a beautiful deep shade of scarlet. He quickly looked away, pulling out his Blackberry for a distraction. That plan kind of backfired though, considering anyone who he could of wanted to text was in this room right now, packing up their backpacks and getting ready to go home for the weekend. After him joining Glee, all the members of the football team pretty much kept their distance from him since he was in the "homo explosion" as they called it, and did the same with Finn, Puck, and Mike. He fumbled around with the buttons to make it look like he was texting.
Puckerman coughed, looking at Sam. "Who ya texting?" he said. "Your boyfriend?" He smirked.
Sam glared at him. "No, and why is it any of your business who I'm textin'?"
Puck ignored the glare. "Chill, dude, it was a joke."
Sam had just about had enough of it. "Well, you know what? It wasn't funny. And neither are you! I'm getting real sick of all of the remarks," he said. He moved closer to Puck, their faces inches away from each other. "Say anything else, Puck the fairy, and I may just tell everyone your little secret," he said, not breaking the glare, speaking quietly so no one else could hear
"You mean ours?Like any of them would believe it," he said in a whisper. "And everyone would know about you too, then. How would that help you out, huh?"
"You know what? Maybe I'm tired of hiding it. You can go your whole life in denial but I know who I am, and I know who you know who you are too. You and I both know that what happened between us was real," Sam said, his expression softening suddenly. He still spoke in a whisper. "Look, I know you and I had... issues, but could you lay off with the jokes? We don't need another Karofsky at this school." His eyes pleaded as he thought back to what he'd seen before.
Puck was confused. "But he isn't... you know. Is he?"
Sam thought about it for a moment. "I... I don't know. I think it's possible, I mean, with the Bully Whips and him wearing that funny french hat that I know I've seen Kurt wear before and all," he said, a lopsided grin coming onto his face. "And I swear, the other day I saw him checking out Finn's ass." Puck tried to suppress a chuckle, but before long the two were both cracking up hysterically, clutching their sides in laughter at the mere thought of it. What they didn't realize is that all of the New Directions members and Mr. Shuester were all standing about ten feet away from them, staring and confused.
"Umm... So what did Sam say to make you both go from being mad at each other to laughing like that?" Finn said to the two, thinking that they were insane. Puck and Sam both looked at Finn, then both looked at each other before collapsing on the floor in heaps of even more laughter. The rest of the members just looked at them in amusement or confusion as they slowly filed out of the auditorium, Mike and Finn helping Artie out. Puck and Sam both calmed themselves down enough to stand up. Puck patted Sam on the shoulder and looked him in the eye, not saying anything. Sam shook his head at the silent apology that he could tell Puck was saying through his eyes, understanding. Puck headed towards the exit, and now the only people that were still in there were Sam, Mr. Shuester, and Kurt and Mercedes, lost in conversation about some Queen named Alex and her new scarf or something. Sam looked in their direction, taking in Kurt now that he couldn't see Sam staring at him. He heard Mr. Shuester call his name though, so he reluctantly turned around.
"Yeah Mr. Shue?" He asked.
"Do you think you could help me with these boxes?" Said Mr. Shuester, standing next to a stack of four rather large, unmarked boxes sitting next to him.
"Sure thing," he replied, then took two of the boxes off of the stack. They weren't too heavy, but he could see how Mr. Shue would have a hard time carrying all four at once as they were very bulky and awkward to carry. He followed him to the choir room, deciding he would go back and get his backpack afterwards.
"Right here is fine," Mr. Shuester said when they reached the choir room, setting the two boxes he was carrying in front of his office. Sam sat his down as well, then headed for the door. "Hold on a minute, Sam," he said, grabbing onto his shoulder lightly as to make Sam turn around. "So, what was that back there, between you and Puck? Is everything... Okay? I mean, you were obviously laughing about something, but at first you seemed kind of angry with him." Mr. Shuester didn't know what had happened, but he knew the type of look those two boys where giving each other in the beginning. It was the type of glare that couples, or more commonly, ex-couples gave each other. He'd had plenty of experience with Terri and those kind of looks.
Sam felt Mr. Shue grab onto his shoulder, so he spun around, confused. He listened to what he'd said, and shook his head. "Oh no, everything's fine. We've just had some... issues over the past couple weeks. But I think we're somewhat better now." Sam looked at the wall as he talked, as if he were hiding something.
Mr. Shuester noticed the way Sam had been looking away as he talked, and his eyes filled with sadness and a hint of fear. Mr. Shuester sighed, before moving over to where Sam was looking to his eyes. "Listen, I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just saying I recognize that look that you and Puck were giving each other earlier," he said to the boy, hoping he knew where he was going with this. "And I want you to know-"
He didn't believe what his ears were hearing. "Wait, yo-you what? Oh God, please don't tell anyone, especially my parents, oh gosh, not the football team, please don't, Puck would kill me if that got out, please d-" Sam rushed out in one big breath before Mr. Shue interupted him. No one had known before, and he was now on the brim of tears. He couldn't do this, at least right now. How could Mr. Shuester have told?
"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise," Mr. Shuester said, noticing the quarterback was about to burst into tears. He patted him on the shoulder, then seemed to read his mind on a particular question. "It's okay, I'm sure no one else knows. I just am... So familiar with that look, that glare that two people who are apart get in their eyes at each other, because I was on the giving and receiving end with my ex-wife, Terri," He said reassuringly. God, why did I bring it up? I should of never said anything. Poor kid.
Sam felt a tear run down his face as his head hung low, as if he was ashamed of himself for something. He hated crying in front of other people, but right now he just couldn't help it. He was going to come out eventually, but he didn't want people to know this soon. "I'm sorry. It-it's just, you know, with the football team, they'd probably want me off, and with what happened to Kurt, and I know Karofsky's getting better about bullying and all but I'd still get twice as many slushies to the face as I do now," Sam said, more tears coming. "And my dad, who knows what he would say even," He said, now sobbing, not caring that he was acting like this in front of another person anymore. "I just h-hate it."
Mr. Shuester watched as Sam completely broke down in front of him, and pulled him in for a fatherly, what he was hoping to be comforting hug. "Sam, hey, it's okay. I'd go to Principal Figgins if they kicked you off the team for that. I want you to know that the glee club will always be here for you, we won't turn you away. And I've been talking to the school board about getting that stupid slushie machine removed," He said to the blonde boy that was now crying on his shoulder. He then remembered something that had happened last year. "Hey, you know something? Kurt was on the football team last year. Yeah, he was the kicker. He got the whole entire football team to dance to Single Ladies, and led the team to a win. Can you imagine that? Probably not, I have the tape somewhere though. I should show it to you sometime."
Sam listened to Mr. Shuester. "He got them to do what? Now that's something I definitely will have to see," he said with a small chuckle. He'd stopped crying now, and Mr. Shue had the keys in his hand now, getting ready to lock up the auditorium and his room. "Thanks, Mr. Shuester."
"No problem. Just remember that New Directions will always be here for you, and my and Ms. Pillsbury's door are always open if you need to talk," He said, patting Sam on the shoulder before walking towards the door.
Sam nodded, then walked out of the choir room and headed back to the auditorium to grab his backpack before it got locked up. He was surprised to see Mercedes in Kurt still in here, standing and talking. "Hey, umm what are you guys still doing here?" Sam said to them with an amused expression on his face. They must have been really into whatever they were talking about.
Kurt jumped and turned around, clutching an issue of Vogue in one hand. He smiled when he saw who it was. "Oh, 'Cedes and I just got lost in a conversation, that's all."
Sam had noticed that much. "If you don't mind me being nosy, what where you talking about exactly?" He crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall, an amused smile still on his face. Kurt, the kicker. Him, in a football jersey and those shorts... Oh God. That sounds so hot.
Mercedes looked amused herself that Sam seemed to be paying that much attention to them, or more likely, Kurt. She had her suspicions about him, and lately the staring he'd been doing towards her friend had practically confirmed them. She'd definitely have to mention this to Kurt later, who was oblivious to the thought that any guy would ever look at him in that way.
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Well, if you must know, we were talking about whether Sarah Burton was the right person to take over Alexander McQueen's line. And that there are rumours that she designed Kate Middleton's dress," He said to him, doubting that Sam would know what any of that meant at all. Sam now seemed to be wearing a huge question mark on his face. Figures, Kurt laughed to himself on the inside. "Alexander McQueen was a designer. He committed suicide because his mother died. Sarah Burton took over his line. Kate Middleton. She's marrying Prince William. This Friday," He explained to him slowly in the way he explained things to Finn when he didn't have a clue. He's so hopelessly adorable.
Sam nodded, now somewhat understanding. "Oh yeah, that Prince of France or whatever."
"Wales," Kurt said, mentally face palming himself. Why do I always like the stupid ones? He thought. Hey, it's not his fault he's dyslexic. Am I really arguing with myself in my head right now?
"Wales, right," Sam said. God, I probably look like an idiot to both of them right now, He thought. "Well see you around Kurt," He said. "And Mercedes," he quickly added with a smile, grabbing his backpack and heading towards the door.
"Bye," Kurt said, watching as he walked out. He heard Mercedes say his name, but his head lingered for a second longer before whipping his neck back around towards her. "Yes?" He said, acting as if none of that had just happened.
"Ooohh Kurt did you see the way he was lookin' at you?" Her friend then turned a light shade of pink as he put on a confused mask.
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," he lied. Wow, even 'Cedes saw it. Maybe it isn't just in my head?
She rolled her eyes. "Oh come onnn white boyy! He was starin' at you like Rachel does Finn. 'Cept, not as creepy," she said. "And you were doin' some staring yourself. Does Hummel have have a thing for Evans?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
Kurt blushed as he bit his lip and suddenly became very interested with his pinkie nail. "So, if I did like him, which I'm not saying I do or don't, it's not like it would matter. It would just end up the same way it ended up with Finn. Well, not the exact same way. We wouldn't be step-brothers, I just mean the same way with him calling me some foul name then me ending up in tears."
Mercedes sighed. "Look, I know what Finn did is wrong, but you two have made up and are now loving step-brothers. That's not the point here! You don't know it would end up that way either, Sam's different. And who knows? By the looks of it from my view, he seems to like you. You may not be able to see it, but that's because you're you, and you somehow refuse to believe that any guy on this planet will ever like you. But I, being your best friend, can see it, and you better believe that I am going to ask him in glee club on Monday," she said, giving him an innocently sweet smile.
Kurt looked at her with wide eyes of pure horror. "Oh no, please don't Mercedes," He said, shaking his head frantically. "Even if he did play for my team doesn't mean he'd like me. The only reason that-" Kurt stopped himself, realizing he almost just outed Karofsky. What he was going to say was the only reason that Karofsky had kissed him was because he was confused and only thought he liked Kurt because he was the only openly gay guy at their school.
"The only reason that what, Kurt? What aren't you tellin' me, boy?" Mercedes looked at her friend.
"I-I can't tell you Mercedes. I'm sorry," he said, wishing he had chosen his wording differently. "It's not my position to tell the secret."
She saw the solemn expression on Kurt's face. Clearly it was something big. "I understand, Kurt," she nodded. "Let's forget about it. Now, you were saying?" She got the subject at hand back on track.
He rolled his eyes. "I was saying, even if he was gay, that doesn't mean he likes me. Do you like every straight guy in the school, just because of the factor of them being straight?"
She placed her hands on her hips. Damn, he's good at beating around the bush. "This is different, Kurt! He likes you. He does! He stares at you, he pays attention and talks to you about stuff no other guys would give a crap about, and didn't you two go on what was practically a date last weekend?"
Kurt tried to not smile wildly at all of this information. He didn't want to get his hopes up. "It was not a date, there is nothing wrong with two guys going to see a movie together as friends."
"Kurt, you saw Scream 4, even though you absolutely hate horror movies. Do you want to explain that?"
Kurt hung his head low, then buried his face into his magazine, giving up. "Please don't tell Sam, 'Cedes," He mumbled, shaking his head.
She squealed. "Aww! I'm so helping you get him," she said, and giggled apon realizing something. "What's with you and quarterbacks?"
Kurt simply blushed as he stored his magazine away and placed his bag on his shoulder. "Well, I really must be getting home. Dad's probably wondering why I'm not home even though Finn's probably there by now." Mercedes pointed out that Finn was at baseball practice now, and he just ignored it. "Details, details," he said. "See ya later 'Cedes." He gave his friend a hug before striding off to the parking lot.
As Kurt drove home, he didn't bother putting on music. His brain was busy with thoughts of Samuel Evans. The quarterback stayed on his brain long after arriving home, drifting through his thoughts at dinner and into Kurt's restless night. Even as he finally drifted off into sleep, his dreams were about Sam and him. The setting varied from holding hands in glee club to dinner at Breadstix to Nationals in New York. He didn't pay much attention to the place though, all that mattered is that him and Sam were together. That's the great thing about dreams. Anything can happen if you want it to happen, even if it's what you think will never be possible of happening.
GoldenStars..GoldenStars..GoldenStars
A/N: So, wow! This first chapter ended up way differently than what I expected. I started writing down little notes and ideas for this fanfiction shortly after the BTW episode aired, but I never meant for it to go this fast. Do you think that it is kind of going too fast, or do you like it? I would gladly appreciate it if you review or send me a message, so I don't feel like I'm just sending this off into space where no one will ever find it. :P
Disclaimers: I do not own "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, "Express Yourself" by Madonna, Fox, Glee, and any characters/logos associated with the show and network.