Sam had never been a very good dancer. He was almost as bad as Finn now, so when New Directions practiced dancing, he was bound to make a few mistakes. For the first time, it was Kurt making the mistakes, most likely due to the skin tight jeans he was wearing.
Sam had always had a little crush on Kurt. Okay, a huge one, but he wasn't about to come out of the closet right after Kurt had been voted frickin' prom queen. He was scared of getting judged. He wasn't a flaming gay like Kurt was, but he was still gay, and that meant every aspect of his life would be criticized.
Sam watched Kurt dance around in his tight jeans, smirking when Kurt bent over in front of him. He couldn't help but let his mind go to the gutter. That's when Kurt swung his hand back and groped Sam's crotch. Kurt didn't seem to notice, but Sam sure did. He quickly walked out of the choir room and head toward the locker room, feeling his erection grow.
When he got to the locker room he quickly undressed and went to the shower. He let the steaming hot water pour over him as he wrapped his hand around himself and pumped, making grunting sounds.
Right after Sam had left, Kurt was told to follow him. When Kurt passed the locker room he heard Sam's grunts, and stepped in to make sure he was okay. Kurt then walked over to where Sam was, standing behind him, watching Sam's hand work.
Sam let out another grunt and murmured. "Stupid…. Why do I have to love a diva in tight jeans….? Dammit. Damn you Kurt Hummel."
Kurt couldn't help but smirk. He felt himself grow hard as he realized who caused Sam's arousal. He heard himself groan, his pants were indeed tight. Sam froze when he heard the oh-too-familiar voice behind him. "Kurt?" He managed.
Kurt began to unbutton his shirt, and managed to pull it off. Sam slowly turned around, gulping when he saw Kurt shirtless. He jetted his tongue across his lips. Kurt smirked at him and began to pull down his pants and boxers, fully exposing himself to Sam.
Sam didn't say a word more. He knew what he had to do. He quickly dropped to his knees and took Kurt's length into his hands, watching Kurt's face as he did so. Shivers crept up Kurt's body as he gasped lightly. Sam slowly began to take Kurt into his mouth, building speed and distance as he bobbed his head.
After a bit of sucking Kurt released into Sam's mouth. The sticky white substance trickled down Sam's lips as he pulled off and swallowed Kurt's cum. He wiped away the excess on his mouth with his hand. Kurt fell into Sam's arms, and Sam held him closer than he had ever held anyone.
"I love you Flannel." Sam whispered into Kurt's ear.
"I love you too Trouty Mouth…. Or should I call you blowjob lips?" Kurt chuckled at his own joke, and so did Sam.
"Call me whatever you want babe." Sam smiled and kissed his new lover's cheek. For the next 15 minutes they sat in awe of both of their fist gay or straight sexual experience.