Benefits of a Tragedy
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: Up to Season 2, Episode 3 "Grilled Cheesus"
Summary: Kurt finds out his dad is in the hospital and runs. Runs until he meets Sam.
Pairings: Sam/Kurt
Benefits of a Tragedy
Sam takes a deep breath before entering the living room. He notices Finn standing awkwardly at the other side. His gaze turns to Carole and Kurt. They are both hugging and crying.
Kurt pulled back from Carole.
"Please forgive me." He cried.
"Of course baby." Carole pulled him into another hug.
"I just want my mom. I want her." Kurt cried into her shoulder.
"I know baby. I know." She rocked him back and forth.
Sam and Finn stood awkwardly as Carole and Kurt cried for a few more minutes.
Kurt pulled back from the hug and wiped his face.
"I don't know what came over me." Kurt confessed.
She placed a hand on his cheek. "It's okay."
Kurt smiled before turning to the two awkwardly standing boys.
"Are you guys alright?" Kurt bit his lip.
Finn rushed forward and pulled Kurt into a hug.
"I'm sorry. For everything I've ever done to you." Finn cried into the shorter boys shoulder.
Sam bit his lip before heading back into the kitchen.
I shouldn't be here. This is a hard time for all of them.
He sat down and looked at the doorway.
At least their family is close. And they know how to forgive.
He looked at the table. There was only one piece of pizza left. He picked it up and took a bite.
Maybe I can sneak out.
Sam looks from the table and sees Kurt standing in the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Hey." Sam said putting on a smile.
Kurt bit his lip. "I'm sorry you had to see all that."
"Don't worry about it. Like I said, you have a right after all that this has happened." Sam smiled to the boy.
Kurt smiled. "How many times am I going to have to tell you thank you?"
Sam chuckled. "No idea, but I don't mind it."
Kurt giggled. "Come on. Carole said you could have the couch in my room. I'll show you where it is while I put your clothes in the washer."
Sam stood up. "Where too?"
Sam followed the brunette boy as he led them into a basement.
"Nice."
Kurt chuckled. "That's what everyone says whenever they come in here. I guess the awesomeness rubs off from me and into my room."
Sam smiled as he sat down on the couch.
Kurt went to his closet and pulled out his pajamas. He faced Sam.
"I'll be back in a few." Kurt said going up the stairs.
"Take your time." Sam yelled after him.
What if he has a panic attack, or starts crying again?
Sam twiddled his thumbs the entire time Kurt was gone.
Kurt returned in his pajamas.
"Your clothes will be done by morning. Carole said she'll switch them to the dryer in a few hours." Kurt went over and flopped on his bed.
"That's fine."
"Do you want me to take you by your house in the morning? To get books or anything?" Kurt asked.
"No. I leave them at school. It doesn't help to take them home." Sam explained.
Kurt cocked his head sideways. "What do you mean?"
"I'm dyslexic." Sam whispered.
Kurt leaned forward.
"What was that?"
"I said I'm dyslexic. It doesn't matter if I take the books home. Since my families gone, my mom can't help me."
Kurt slowly got up and sat down on the couch by Sam.
"Let's make a deal. I will help you the rest of the week with your homework, and in return, you let me say sorry once again for today." Kurt said with a smile.
Sam grinned. "Deal."
He put his hand out. Kurt was a little hesitant before taking the hand and shaking it.
"Deal." Kurt agreed.
Kurt got up and switched off the light.
Sam waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He could barely see anything. He quickly slid his shirt off. He then felt hot air against his face.
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered.
Then the hot breath was gone. He heard the springs from Kurts bed.
Sam laid down on the couch.
What a day?
"Hey Sam."
Sam looked for the voice in the dark.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Does this bug you?"
He sounds sad.
"Does what bug me?"
"Hanging out with a gay guy. Letting me cry on you. You carrying me. Hugs. Sleeping in a room with a gay guy. Any of those choices?" Kurt says quietly.
Sam lets out a deep breath and sits up.
"Why are you so insecure? I mean I don't know you that well, but you have all of these insecurities." Sam let out a deep breath.
He heard Kurt take a deep breath.
"I haven't really had the best . . . school experience. I'm sure you've noticed this by now, but I'm not treated the best. And I've never had a straight guy as a friend. Everytime I try, people assume I'm flirting and trying to molest them or something. Or people tell me to back down because I'm enjoying time with friends." Kurt let out a shaky breath.
Sam bit his lip.
"It's terrible. You should be treated better than this. I don't have a problem because you
re another person. And from what I've seen, you're pretty cool."
Sam felt his hands go numb as he clenched the couch.
"Kurt, we have just started being friends, so I can't judge, but you need to see how awesome you are before something stupid happens." Sam let out a shaky breath.
Kurts bed squeaked. A rustle of cloth. Warm breath next to his face.
"I don't know if this is out of your comfort zone, but I want to give you a hug. You always know what to say." Kurt said quietly.
Sam reached out and wrapped his arms around a warm body.
"Never let anyone get you down. Ever." Sam whispered into the smaller boys ear.
Kurt nodded.
So what do you think? Where do you see this going and what would you like to see? Please review and criticize.
