"Um, I don't know if this is the best conversation for us to have right now," Kurt said.
"Like I'm going to talk about this with Mike, or Finn, or any of the other guys. I mean, I've got a bit of a buzz going but I'm not that drunk."
"How long have you known?"
"Since I was a kid, I guess. I mean, I didn't like Barbies or anything like that. I went to Monster Truck tournaments and I'm not a big fan of showtunes…"
"I've noticed…"
"What do I do now?"
Kurt shrugged. "That's pretty much up to you."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
Kurt just sighed. "It doesn't mean you have to change who you are or anything. I'm pretty much a walking stereotype…and you know, it does kind of bug me sometimes that people think I do things just for attention. The ways I choose stand out aren't for attention….just for me. I do them for me." Kurt continued to stare at the lights dancing on the pool as he talked, unable to believe what he'd just heard.
So Matt was gay. THAT had definitely explained why he'd been so hesitant to be set up with Kendra. But, Kurt realized, as new hope began to well up at the revelation, it didn't necessarily mean that Matt was interested in him. Just probably wanted some advice or something.
"Why show-tunes, though?" Matt asked. "I mean…musicals don't even make sense!"
"My grandmother took me to see a production of Phantom in New York, when I was a kid, and I had to find everything Andrew Lloyd Webber ever wrote. When I discovered Sondheim…"
"Sondheim?"
"You know…the guy who wrote 'Being Alive…'
"Oh."
"I thought it was the coolest thing in the world because those shows used violence and gore and sex and cusswords, but when I met Rachel Berry, she was the only one who understood me, and that was a terrifying thought. And then there was Rent. Matt, this may sound really, really stupid, but I understood how shows could make you feel before, but I had no idea what shows could DO, how they could touch your life, how they could change people. It was like someone had just given me the keys to the kingdom, and I understood. I saw myself in those characters. I learned about life through those characters. This is what makes life worth living. That's what the best musicals are all about. That's why I love them. And they're catchy as hell and some of them always make me laugh. It's impossible not to crack up at 'The Internet is for Porn' or a song with a chorus that ends 'You skanky, skanky, skanky, skanky whore'"
"All that singing….it's just so…unrealistic." Matt replied.
"It's not about what you like, or don't like," Kurt said. "It's about who you like. If Jude Law or Collin Firth turn you on more than Kate Winslet and Kiera Knightly, then you're most definitely gay."
"Oh, I know that," Matt said.
"How long have you kept this secret, Matt?"
"For a couple of years now. I found out after I made out with Santana freshman year," Matt said with an embarrassed look on his face.
Kurt just laughed. "Santana turned you off to girls? Wow, don't repeat THAT to anyone any time soon."
"Don't worry, wasn't planning on it," Matt replied with a humorless chuckle. "And I don't think she turned me OFF to girls exactly. I just found out that if I wasn't turned on by HER, it wasn't going to work with anyone."
"So why did you tell me?" Kurt asked.
"Because if I didn't, you were going to set me up with Kendra, and then I was going to have to let her down as gently as possible, and that would've been a huge mess," he said as convincingly as possible.
"Aaaah," Kurt said. Matt realized Kurt didn't buy his explanation, but decided to drop it.
"So, homo-wan-kenobi," Matt said, taking his shirt off and jumped into the pool. "You're my only hope!" he said in his best Princess Leia voice, and splashed him.
"Oh no…you did NOT just get chlorine all over my Versace silk shirt!" Kurt said, following suit.
With a splash, he was in the pool. They began horsing around, and after awhile, Matt became very still.
"Seriously…What do I do now?" Matt asked.
Kurt sighed as he absently did backstrokes. "Well, that's up to you," he said, leaning back against the back corner of the pool. "Have you told anyone?"
"Mike. My parents," Matt said, swimming towards Kurt.
"Well, I would say the next step is to introduce you to some eligible guys. But Sam and I are pretty much it in this county, and you, Matt, are waaaay too good for that douche-bag."
Matt managed to pick Kurt up and lift him out of the water. Kurt squealed as he was held above the pool in midair for a few seconds. "PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!"
With a splash, Kurt landed in the water in the deep end. Kurt heard a muffled splash above him, and then Matt was coming towards him.
Whether they were floating or swimming, he couldn't tell. Gravity, for once, didn't exist as their lips met under the water, limbs a tangled mess as tongues danced furiously and without hesitation. Matt pulled Kurt closer to him under the water. Kurt wasn't sure whether or not it was the lack of air or the the smell of the chlorine in the pool mixed with the smell of Matt and beer making him light-headed.
Matt kicked them upward and with a splash, they came out of the water. Droplets of water traced both boys' skin and Kurt ran a fingertip up Matt's chest, tracing the well-defined muscles.
"We shouldn't do this," Kurt said. But Matt's arms were still around his waist and Kurt was making no attempt to get away. Kurt still wasn't protesting as Matt's hands roamed lower and lower down Kurt's back. "You're drunk," he whispered huskily. "We shouldn't do this right now."
"You're probably right," Matt said breathlessly, reaching up to brush away droplets of water that had begun to trickle from Kurt's hair and cupped his face in his hands. Kurt kissed him this time, and Matt wasn't entirely sure whether they'd gone under water again or not.
"Look, Matt, if this is just some kind of experiment or something…" he said, pulling away, "that's…" he tried to finish, but Matt's finger was on his lips.
Matt kissed the other boy again, this time trying to tell him all the things he couldn't…that he'd started to have feelings…real feelings for Kurt for awhile now, and this was the only way he knew he could tell him without making Kurt run for the hills.
"I'm not him," Matt whispered as he nibbled Kurt's ear. "I'm not Sam. I'm not asking you to trust me" Matt told him as he planted a trail of kisses down Kurt's neck. "Just asking you to let this happen…"
"What if someone catches us?" Kurt asked as a he felt a shiver up his spine when Matt's finger tugged at the belt loop of his pants.
"What happens will happen," Matt told him, and Kurt kissed him this time.
An hour later and they finally made it out of the pool. Matt pulled Kurt out of the water, and they kissed again. Kurt nibbled on Matt's bottom lip.
"We should go inside," he whispered.
Matt just led Kurt to one of the lounge chairs and pulled the other boy on top of him. "I'd rather be here," he said. Passionate kisses turned into tender ones, and Kurt felt like if he spoke, the spell would be broken.
"This was not how I was planning on this night going," Matt finally said with a chuckle. "But I'm not complaining. Not one bit."
"Me either. But…what do we do about tomorrow?" Kurt asked finally as he lay on Matt's chest.
"We'll worry about it tomorrow," Matt said, pulling Kurt closer to him again.
But somehow Kurt felt like that could be a potential problem in just a matter of a few hours, but as Matt traced circles along Kurt's back, he decided some bridges were better crossed later.
