Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
A/N: Inspired by Womanizer by VenetianPrincess. This is just a silly drabble that I wrote a few weeks ago in the middle of the night.
Not that Kurt would ever admit it, but he loved dorks. Intelligent, adorable dorks. He loved watching their eyes light up whenever something particularly nerdy was brought into conversation, and the joy in their voices when they began excitedly talking about things no one cared about never failed to put a smile on his face.
He wasn't a dork himself. He'd never watched Star Wars or been into video games, and tech talk flew right over his head. Science was one of his worst subjects and nerd jokes were lost upon him. Even so, he could spot a dork from a mile off.
When Sam introduced himself with a reference to Dr. Seuss, Kurt felt his heart race and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning like a madman. Instantly, he knew that this boy would be a keeper. And, he noted, only a gay guy would dye and style their hair like that.
The first time Kurt visited Sam's house, he only fell harder for the blond. His walls were filled with shelves, which were crammed with books and action figures and movies. His floor, bed and desk were cluttered with drawings and stories and essays. Above his bed was a large world map and a giant version of the periodic table. He had one of the most impressive computer systems Kurt had ever seen and he couldn't help but stare, jaw slacked and eyes wide, slowly gazing around the room.
He could just imagine Sam sitting at that desk, headphones clamped over that bleached blond hair, typing furiously to friends across the world that he'd never met, head bopping slowly to his favourite music. Or laying on his bed, quickly drawing the same animé face over and over at different angles. Or sitting on his floor, nose pressed into one of his books.
"I know, I'm lame," Sam said, laughing awkwardly and blushing. He ran a hand through his hair, his actions freezing as Kurt slowly shook his head. "What?"
"You're … you're amazing. This is … wow."
"This is lame," Sam said, shoving Kurt lightly. "You don't have to pretend you like it."
Kurt fell onto the bed, still in some kind of trance. He picked up some of the papers and looked through them. "You drew these?"
"Uh, yeah, maybe …"
"Can you get any more perfect?" Kurt mumbled, setting the drawings aside. It took all of his willpower not to pounce on Sam and kiss him senseless right then and there. This boy was everything Kurt wanted. Everything.