A Funny Thing Happened

Chapter 7

By Gayforkurt

Summary: Puck has suddenly noticed that Kurt Hummel did some serious growing up over the summer. Unfortunately, he isn't the only jock to have noticed the sexy young singer.

Disclaimer: All recognizable Glee characters are the property of Ian Brennan, Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk. No copyright infringement is intended.

A funny thing happened… at the Evanses'

There was something about Kurt Hummel that drew the eye. Sam watched as the slender boy laughed and chatted in the cafeteria with his friends, Miss Chocolate Thunder, Mercedes Jones, whom Sam had been interested in once, and the shy Asian Goth girl, Tina. The trio seemed oblivious to the other Glee club members arranged around them at their table and their happy laughter drew the attention of several of the other students.

Sam knew he probably shouldn't be watching Kurt so closely but he just couldn't help it. Today, the slender brunet was wearing one of Sam's favorite colors – purple. He thought Kurt looked delicious in jewel-toned colors and figured maybe it was because his skin was so fair. He didn't really know, as he wasn't particularly artistic or anything; he just knew that when Kurt wore colors like that, rather than the pale ones or stripes or something, he couldn't keep his eyes off him.

As he was about to lift a juice box to his lips, someone bumped his shoulder hard and he scowled and looked up into the annoyed eyes of Kurt's 'boyfriend'. Sam stared back at Puck defiantly, daring him to make a scene but Puck just sneered and then leaned back, his lips lifting in a satisfied smirk as if to say: Do your best!

That was a challenge if ever there was one and Sam was not about to back down. He looked at Puck seriously, finished his juice box and then got up from the jock's table. He continued staring at Puck who, belatedly realizing that Sam was planning to go over to talk to Kurt, quickly got to his own feet.

The two jocks, one dark and one fair, moved across the cafeteria towards the table full of chattering gleeks. Mercedes, who was facing the advancing football players, muttered, "Uh-oh" beneath her breath, but Kurt heard anyway. Lifting a well-groomed eyebrow at her, he turned to see what had caught her attention. He sighed as he watched the two boys move purposefully towards him.

Sam sped up ever so slightly and managed to slip into a small space beside Kurt who looked at him questioningly. He liked Sam and thought he was attractive enough but he wasn't interested in him. He still didn't believe Puck that Sam wanted to get into his pants but they had a bet and he was going to see it through, if only to teach Puck a lesson.

Puck stood behind Kurt and folded his arms, waiting to hear what Sam had to say to his 'boy', knowing full well that Sam planned to ask Kurt out. He knew he was scowling but couldn't care less. He didn't really want to go through with the bet but he needed to teach Kurt a lesson and if it meant suffering through some dipshit coming onto his boyfriend, so be it.

"Uhh, hey, Kurt, what's up?" Sam winced at how lame he sounded but powered through it. "Er, could I talk to you for a minute? Please?"

Kurt glanced up over his shoulder at Puck who was looming over him and smirked before turning back to Sam. "Hi, Sam, what's this about?"

Sam's eyes shifted quickly up at Puck and then back at Kurt and he braced himself. He knew the others at the table were noticing their little tableau, probably alerted by the fact that Mercedes and Puck seemed to be glowering at him. Tina looked a little nervous because she was scared of Puck but the others just watched interestedly.

"I have a project to work on in French and I heard you were really good. Actually, the teacher suggested you might help if I asked nicely." He brought out his most charming smile and stared intently at Kurt. Most girls he did that with always seemed to melt and he was praying that Kurt wouldn't be too different. He really, really liked Kurt and as he stared at the delicate features of Kurt's face, he couldn't help wondering what it was like to kiss those softly curved, pink lips. Wait, was he wearing gloss? He didn't put it past the fashionista and anyway, he actually liked the taste of strawberry lip gloss.

Kurt preened a bit at the thought that the French teacher had acknowledged his superiority when it came to the language which he absolutely loved, and smiled sweetly at the blond jock. His voice was unintentionally breathy as he said, "Oui, quel est le projet?"

Kurt jumped slightly as Noah's growl coincided with the sound of someone choking and someone else gasping. Sam stared dazedly at Kurt's lips as they formed the words and was completely oblivious to the reactions of the others around him. He knew that Kurt had asked him what the project was about but, damn! That sounded a heck of a lot sexier coming from Kurt than from their old French teacher!

Kurt could feel the heat radiating off of Noah who had moved a step closer behind him but he ignored it to glance at the other glee club members enquiringly. He'd only asked Sam about his project and couldn't understand the varied reactions the question had received. Mercedes was staring at him with her mouth slightly open and – was Rachel blushing? Seriously, what was wrong with these people?

He decided to ignore the others and turned back to Sam with his eyebrow raised. "Well, meet me in the Library in ten. I need to go repair the ravages of eating in this place."

Swinging the strap of his bag onto his shoulder, he strode away out of the cafeteria. Sometimes his friends were so weird but what else could you expect from a club full of misfits and rejects, of which he was a dues paying member, he smirked to himself.

Unbeknownst to the young diva, several pairs of eyes watched his departure with varying degrees of interest, curiosity and/or lust. As he disappeared from view, Sam and Puck returned to murdering each other with their eyes. The other kids turned to watch the two boys square off against each other, ready to intervene if it looked as if it would turn physical. Puck, however, backed off with a sneer and growled at Sam, "You don't stand a chance against the Puckzilla."

Sam chuckled darkly but replied seriously, "I don't know what you're talking about; it's just a project."

Puck, flexing his impressive 'guns', lowered his head but still managed to stare menacingly at the blond boy. "Yeah? Good." Then he turned away from the spectators of their little drama and left the cafeteria as well. He headed for the boys' lavatory, wanting to catch Kurt before he left. He was in luck, because Kurt was just putting the final spritz to his hair as Puck walked in.

"What the hell was that back there?" Puck advanced on the slimmer youth, grabbing his arm and spinning him towards him. Kurt's face wore a look of surprise that quickly morphed into understanding. He relaxed and smiled at Puck; he moved so that their bodies pressed together.

"Noah, are you jealous again?" He stared at Puck, waiting determinedly for the sulking boy to answer him. When Puck only looked down at where their bodies were touching, he slipped his fingers beneath his chin, lifting his face so he could stare into the dark eyes.

"Sweetie, you know nothing's going to happen. Why don't you admit you're wrong about Sam and call off this silly bet, hmmm?" Puck glared at him, still without speaking, and suddenly leaned down to press his lips roughly to Kurt's.

Within seconds, Kurt had gentled the kiss. He parted his lips, inviting Puck into the warm, moist depths. Puck groaned; he had come to really love kissing Kurt, allowing the outside world to fade as he sucked on Kurt's tongue, eliciting a soft moan from the young singer. Kurt's hands slid up Puck's chest and then joined behind his neck. He hummed softly into the kiss and when Puck's hands gripped his hips to pull him closer, he sighed regretfully and pulled away.

He spoke as he placed tiny little nipping kiss on Puck's chin and jawline. "Baby, you know we're good, right? I don't want anyone but you…" he kissed Puck pleadingly one final time. Puck lifted his head, staring at Kurt's soft, damp lips and finally answered him.

"You're so fucking sexy and you don't even know it." His voice was kinda gravelly and Kurt found himself being turned on by Puck's intensity. Puck could see his pupils dilating and groaned as he crushed Kurt to him and devoured his mouth. He slid his hands down and around to cup Kurt's ass, lifting the slimmer boy up against his erection and ground into him. Kurt gasped and threw his head back, whereupon Puck proceeded to suck a hickey into Kurt's pale, smooth neck.

They slowly pulled away from each other, panting and aroused, and stared at each other for long moments until the first warning bell startled them. Kurt turned back to the mirror and smoothed back the front of his hair with one shaking hand while leaning against the face basin. Puck stared at him as he adjusted the front of his jeans, marveling at the delicious rosy color on Kurt's face.

"You know I can't wait for Friday, right? I wish we could do it right here, right now." Puck stared, horny and frustrated, at Kurt who was trying desperately to cool down.

"I know, I know, me too. I feel as if I'm going to combust, but we have to wait." Kurt ran cool water over his wrists, having read somewhere that that would bring his temperature down, and smiled up at Puck's reflection in the mirror. "I'm glad dad and Carole decided on Friday being their date night."

"Yeah, no matter what happens with this stupid bet, I'll be there, hot and hard and ready for you," he smirked, his equilibrium returning as his blood settled. "Oh, and I'll be bringing the stuff, so don't you worry. We'll be safe." He slapped Kurt on his pert behind, winked at the startled boy's reflection, and sauntered out of the restroom. Kurt just smirked back and shook his head. Noah 'Badass' Puckerman was going down!

Sam waited nervously in the Library, wondering if Puck had convinced Kurt not to come. He had a notebook on the table before him and was tapping it fitfully with his pen. He had come up with the idea of the French project to give him a legitimate reason to spend time with Kurt. It was not that he was intimidated by Puckerman, it was just in case Kurt got suspicious about all the time he planned for them to spend together.

He looked up, relieved when, having glanced at the door for like the fiftieth time, he finally saw Kurt striding towards him with that runway walk of his. Sam smiled as he watched Kurt coming towards him. The singer was only 5'10" tall to his own six feet, and he was very slender but he filled out those skinny jeans in a way that sometimes made it difficult to lift his eyes above the boy's waist. It really should be against the law to wear jeans that tight, he thought, though he surely did appreciate the view!

"Hey, Kurt, I thought you'd changed your mind." He continued to smile up at the other boy but suddenly, he realized that Kurt's lips looked a little redder than before in the cafeteria. "Hmmm, are you wearing lip gloss?"

"No," Kurt eyed him suspiciously. "Only a honey-based lip balm. Why?" He placed his stylish messenger bag on the table and pulled out a chair to sit. Sometimes Sam said the strangest things.

"It's just that your lips look a little redder than before, when we were at lunch. I was just curious, that's all." Sam grinned at Kurt, hoping Kurt wouldn't ask him why he'd been staring at his lips at all.

Kurt abruptly realized that his lips were probably showing the effects of his and Noah's little interlude and blushed. He busied himself with pulling Sam's notebook towards him and decided to change the subject. Sam, noticing the blush, realized immediately what must have taken place when Puck had gone after Kurt, and blushed himself.

He cleared his throat and decided to break the awkward little silence that had sprung up. "Well, uh, Mr. Trent said we could do this project for extra credit and told me that you probably wouldn't mind helping with it."

For the next ten minutes, the two boys discussed the French Revolution and its impact on the United States and, after working out an outline, made plans to meet up later at Sam's house to start the research. When the final bell rang for them to head to their next classes, Kurt found himself feeling a little shy when Sam thanked him profusely for deciding to help.

Sam waited patiently for Kurt to gather up his bag and straighten his clothing, an action he realized was a reflex for the clothes-conscious teen, and they headed out. Just inside the door, though, Sam stopped Kurt with a hand on his arm.

"Uhmm, just how serious are you guys? You and Puckerman?" He stared down into Kurt's beautiful eyes, insanely glad that Kurt was a little shorter than him. He knew he was on dangerous ground because the more time he spent with Kurt, the less worried he was that Puckerman would beat him to a pulp. If, however, Kurt was definitely in love with the guy, he would probably just have to back off.

Kurt blushed again as he thought of what he and Noah planned to do that weekend and he shrugged off Sam's hand. "Sam Evans, you're awfully nosy," he said playfully, stepping through the Library door, and with a flick of his fingers he left the jock standing there.

Sam's eyes followed his progress down the hall, watching his swaying hips and wishing he would get lucky later. He didn't want to move too fast and make Kurt angry; but if he got even one kiss, he'd be happy for now. He flipped his blond bangs out of his eyes and smiled to himself, unaware that Puck was watching him from beside a little redheaded Cheerio's locker.

Puck turned to watch Kurt's slender form and then looked back at Sam who was almost licking his lips. It wasn't that Puck didn't trust Kurt, but just the thought of Sam spending any time at all with his boyfriend made him want to punch something. He calmed himself though, because he had made sure to outline the rules for this stupid bet they had going. He hoped, with a vicious smirk, that if Sam tried anything, Kurt would just kick him in the 'nads.

With that thought in mind, he launched one of his patented Puck-smirks at the unsuspecting Cheerio who was still chattering away at him, flexed his 'guns' and sauntered off, knowing that the naïve girl was panting after him. He might be whipped where Kurt was concerned, but he knew he still had the power to make the girls want him. He just wasn't interested anymore in wanting them back.

Kurt went through the rest of the day on autopilot, his mind alternately on his and Noah's plans for his virginity, as in the removal thereof, and their bet to prove/disprove Noah's theory that two other jocks were salivating for him. He knew that both Sam and Dave Karofsky found him attractive now, but he had spent so many years thinking that he wasn't physically attractive that it was hard to take Noah's theory seriously.

His self-esteem had taken a massive blow when Rachel had pointed out to him that Finn, his first major crush, would never ever find him attractive because he was a boy. He had convinced himself that he would probably never have a boyfriend until he was in college. Now, even with repeated and undeniable proof that Puck was besotted with him, he found it incomprehensible that two other boys would be that into him.

To be honest, he wouldn't know what to do if it turned out that Noah was right, so he tried not to entertain that possibility. He simply had to prove that he, instead, was right in his belief that only Noah found him irresistible. This project with Sam would provide him with the opportunity to lay at least one part of Noah's stupid suspicions to rest. In a way it was flattering to have the muscular youth believe him to be that attractive. It was a serious ego boost and he loved him all the more for it.

He would rather spend these last few hours gloating over the prospect of losing his virginity to somebody as undoubtedly expert in the art of lovemaking as Noah (okay, screwing, fucking, whatever) and he hoped it would be all it was cracked up to be. He knew most first times were painful, messy ordeals – he had read up on stuff on the Internet – and much of what he'd read had made him a little leery of the whole thing. Noah had reassured him, however, that he would make everything good for him and that he had nothing to worry about.

Some of the things he had read had focused on preparing himself and on being comfortable in his own body. Kurt was a normal teenage boy when it came to self-pleasure so he wasn't completely clueless there. The other stuff to do with anal prep, play and the use of certain toys, had made him blush furiously. Some of the online videos were practically tutorials and once, in a courageous fit, he had even sent away for a remarkably lifelike dildo. Though the online store assured their customers that all their products were mailed in discreet brown paper wrapping, Kurt had been on tenterhooks until the product arrived. He would have been mortified if his dad or Finn had seen it and figured out what the anonymous-looking package contained.

These days, he and Finn no longer shared a bedroom as Burt had converted the spare room that used to house Kurt's mom's things for Finn's use. Kurt no longer resented his dad for that as he realized the practicality of their having separate rooms. It meant that he could explore and experiment as much as he was brave enough to handle. It also meant that he wouldn't be completely clueless when his perpetually horny boyfriend relieved him of his 'burden' come Friday night.

Later that evening as he drove over to Sam's home, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He had deliberately not dressed up or primped too much as he didn't want this little bet to be influenced by external factors. He thought, quite naively, that dressing down, leaving his hair in its more natural, slightly wayward state and his face without its usual discreet layer of freckle-hiding base would indicate that he meant business with regard to Sam's project. This was work, not a social occasion.

When Sam opened the door to admit Kurt, he had to catch himself before he did a double-take. Kurt looked so different from when he'd seen him earlier in school, but he looked great! The slim, dark-haired boy looked a little wind-blown, there was no sheen to his lips and, hold up. Were those freckles? Added to all this, Kurt was wearing what looked to be cargo shorts and a grey hoodie over a white tank. He wore white Converses with red piping and carried a cute little backpack that looked like something a girl would carry.

Sam stared, entranced, and it was only upon noticing the faint color washing Kurt's cheeks that he realized they were still standing at the front door. Sam chuckled lightly and apologized for staring. "It's just that you look so different from school." When Kurt's eyebrow rose and a slight pout made its appearance, Sam hurried to reassure him. "No, you look good, really good; just different, is all."

In danger of totally embarrassing himself, Sam grabbed Kurt's arm and headed to the kitchen where his parents and little brother and sister were just finishing up dinner. He introduced Kurt and explained why he was there and Kurt, after politely greeting the uniformly blond family, followed Sam up to his room.

He was starting to have doubts about dressing down as he hadn't realized he would have been meeting all of Sam's family. He felt he wasn't looking his best but, when he remembered Sam's dazed but admiring reception at the door, he started to feel better.

Sam's room was interesting, completely different from Kurt's or Finns and even Noah's. The walls were covered with quality posters of all the recent sci-fi blockbusters and some of the more popular games like Halo and World of Warcraft. His bed was made up but his workstation was strewn with video game paraphernalia with hardly any room for his computer and schoolwork. There was only one chair in the room and Kurt figured he would take that but as he moved towards it, Sam sort of herded him towards the bed.

When Kurt looked at him askance, he shrugged and replied, "more room, the desks a mess." Kurt shrugged and made himself comfortable, sitting with his legs crossed Indian-style, on the dark blue comforter. He was a little startled when Sam threw himself down beside him, making him bounce a little, but he didn't think too much of it. After all, Sam was not touching him and he had made no move to do so apart from the hand on his back when he had guided him upstairs.

The two boys worked studiously together for about forty-five minutes, taking turns on the laptop to look up various pieces of information. Soon, though, Sam had inched close enough to Kurt that he could smell the blond boy's body wash and feel the warmth of his body. At first, Kurt didn't think too much of their proximity to each other because the laptop was between them on the bed. Eventually though, having grown a little stiff in the one position, they had both turned over onto their stomachs.

Now, as they laid there looking at the screen, Kurt became aware that Sam was only answering him in monosyllables, albeit in French. They had decided earlier that it would be good practice to converse in French. Kurt had loved the idea because he didn't often find someone as conversant as he in what he thought of as the most romantic language. Finally, after a minute had passed during which Sam had failed to answer him, he looked up, ready to repeat the question.

Sam saw his opportunity and took it. Turning slightly onto his side, he placed a hand at the back of Kurt's neck and leaned into him. Kurt, about to ask him what it was he thought he was doing, found himself being thoroughly kissed by the blond. He wasn't being particularly aggressive; in fact, the kiss was significantly tamer than the kisses Kurt shared with Noah. What intrigued Kurt was the tender way Sam held the back of his head, threading his fingers through Kurt's hair. He kissed him as if he was the most precious thing, the sweetest thing he had ever had and Kurt unwillingly sighed into the kiss.

Kurt didn't actively participate in the kiss but he didn't stop it either. Sam was only the second boy to kiss him (he was definitely never going to place Karofsky's assault on any list, whatsoever) and he had to admit he was curious. He loved the way Noah kissed him; he loved the heat and spice and aggression of him. Sam's kiss, though, was an entirely new entity and he was enjoying it.

Sam finally pulled away, his blue eyes darker as he stared at Kurt's soft, pink lips. He had realized when he'd seen Kurt at his door that he wasn't wearing any lip gloss or balm, and a small part of him was sorry he didn't get the chance to taste its flavor. A larger part of him though was happy that he had got this chance to see the natural Kurt, a Kurt not many people at McKinley High ever got to see. Most importantly, Kurt didn't seem offended by the kiss; rather, he seemed a little more open-minded than Sam had expected.

Kurt sat up and away from Sam, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. He knew if he continued to lie there with an obviously aroused Sam, things would go further than he would ever want. He looked over as Sam sat up as well, moving the laptop out of the way so that he was sitting, shoulders touching, beside Kurt.

"Are you angry?" The quiet question made Kurt pause. He didn't want to tell the jock no as that might encourage him, but he wanted to be truthful. He decided to ask a question first.

"Why did you do that?" He glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye, noting the flush of color that suffused Sam's face and neck. He was wearing a very dark blue polo and white jeans, almost as if he'd dressed up for Kurt, but he also looked nicely casual. Sam Evans was a very attractive boy and Kurt was definitely flattered that he liked him.

Sam smiled, staring at Kurt's tousled hair and fair, freckled skin. He longed to touch the other boy something fierce but he held back. Kurt looked a little skittish and he wanted to make a good impression on him, despite the fact that Kurt was seeing Puckerman.

"I think you are cute, Kurt; why else would I kiss you?" He had raised a hand to move a lock of shining dark hair out of Kurt's face but the other boy got to his feet. He watched in dismay as Kurt took up his little backpack and slipped his feet into his sneakers. He hadn't wanted Kurt to leave so early and he wondered how to set things right.

"Wait, are you leaving already?" Sam got to his feet and approached Kurt slowly who had turned towards the door. "You don't have to go yet, do you?"

As Sam joined him by the bedroom door, Kurt glanced up at him shyly through his bangs. "I think we have enough to begin the project. I better get home; my dad doesn't really like me out late."

Sam smiled as if in understanding but he replied: "Your dad's kinda overprotective. You are a big boy, aren't you?" He touched Kurt's arm gently, pulling him around slightly. Once again, before Kurt could say anything, Sam was kissing him, this time a little more insistently. Kurt tried to pull away but Sam grasped his hips in his big hands and pressed Kurt back into the door.

Kurt gasped as he felt the bulge of Sam's erection rubbing into his lower belly. Sam took the opportunity granted by Kurt's parted lips and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Kurt whimpered as Sam explored him orally and manually, for his hands had slid to Kurt's ass. There wasn't much room between the boys as Sam pressed into Kurt, sliding a leg between the slimmer boy's and making Kurt feel overheated.

Kurt didn't know how much time had passed before he finally straight-armed Sam, holding the boy at bay even as he tried to kiss him again. They panted, staring at each other, Sam frustrated and Kurt guilty.

"Sam, did you pretend you needed help with the project just so you could make out with me?" His breathy voice was a little sad as he stared up at the taller boy.

Sam closed his eyes as he tried to control his breathing. He finally took a step back from Kurt, allowing him to move so that the door could be opened. He looked at Kurt's flushed face and though he felt a little ashamed of losing control like that, he was still happy he'd had the chance to fulfill a fantasy.

"Kurt, you don't know what you do to me." He shook his head as Kurt was about to speak. "No, I know you are with Puckerman, but I feel that, if I'd been a little quicker, I would be the one kissing and touch you all the time."

Kurt smiled sadly at him; he did like Sam but Noah had, indeed, been the first boy to approach him. He'd been the first to see him and not just a stereotype, a label or a pathetic joke. This despite the fact that Noah used to be one of the people who used to make his life a misery. For whatever reason, Noah had decided he wanted Kurt and Kurt, for his part, had decided he wanted Noah.

That wasn't to say Sam wasn't one heck of a kisser!

What all this meant though was that Noah had been right, damn him, and though he and Kurt hadn't decided what was forfeit in this bet, he hated to have to admit that he, Kurt Hummel, had been wrong about something.

When he muttered something beneath his breath, Sam asked him what he'd said. Kurt's reply was somewhat sheepish though good-natured. "I said I can't believe Noah was right about you."

"Right about me? Right about what?" Sam tilted his head as he watched the other boy. They had moved out of the room and were headed down the stairs towards the front door. Kurt shrugged and smiled at him.

"It was just that he'd told me he thought a couple of people were interested in me. You know, they wanted to get in my pants, that kind of thing, and I didn't believe him."

They'd reached the front door by this and just as Sam opened it, he looked at Kurt, a slight frown in his eyes. "Puckerman knew that I wanted you, Kurt. Why d'you think he always looks as if he wants to bite my head off?"

Kurt turned back to him as he had stepped through the door. "What, Noah knew? How?"

Sam looked down before raising his head once more. "Ughh, I may have said some stuff a couple of times."

"Stuff, what stuff?" Kurt knew he was inexperienced but he hated to be in the dark about anything. "What exactly are you talking about, Sam Evans?"

At Kurt's demanding tone, Sam straightened up and blurted: "I kinda asked him the other day what it was like with you; y'know, to make love with you…" He trailed off at the faintly horrified look in the smaller boy's eyes.

"Oh no, was that where he got that bruiser from? The two of you were fighting over me?" Kurt's already high voice rose a whole octave and Sam shushed him, not wanting his parents to hear them.

He stepped outside the door with Kurt and, grasping the boy's elbow, moved towards Kurt's Navigator. "Look, I didn't mean anything bad, okay? It's just – in the locker room, we sometimes mouth off about stuff. I may have indicated that I wondered what it was like with you and he just blew up!"

"In the locker room? You mean, the other Neanderthals heard all this?" Kurt's hand went to his mouth, horrified at the thought of Noah being outed like that. Then he calmed down as he realized nobody had called him out today at school. He indicated that Sam should continue explaining.

"Well, that was one of the times. I basically let him know the other times that I was seriously interested in you and that if he hurt you in any way, I'd be there to pick up the pieces." Sam's face had a determined look to it as he gazed at Kurt, willing him to see how serious he was. He knew Puckerman had a badass reputation to protect but he, Sam, didn't care about anything apart from making Kurt his boyfriend. He would walk down the corridors of McKinley High hand-in-hand with Kurt if that's what it took. He waited anxiously for Kurt to say something.

Kurt cleared his throat but when he spoke, he still sounded a little breathy, a sound that Sam particularly loved. "Well, I must say, on one hand, I'm somewhat flattered. On the other, I'm a little horrified. I'm not a girl; I never entertained fantasies of cute boys fighting over me." He chuckled lightly and looked at Sam out of the corner of his eyes. "Lots of other fantasies but never that one in particular."

He opened his car and slid behind the wheel. He powered the window down and looked at Sam quietly for a moment. "I like you Sam, but I think I'm in love with Noah. Please, don't wait around for me. I know what that whole unrequited deal is like and it's not fun, okay?"

Sam leaned in and placed a swift kiss on Kurt's smiling lips. Kurt yanked his mouth away but couldn't find it in his heart to be angry with a hot, cute boy who found him irresistible. "Sam, you've got to stop doing that! Get back inside, and I'll see you in school tomorrow."

Sam laughed lightly and as Kurt backed out of the Evanses' driveway, he waved to the blond boy and drove off. He had a lot to think about: namely, that one Noah Puckerman had already known, he hadn't 'guessed', that Sam wanted in Kurt's pants. Yet he had gone ahead and set up this ludicrous bet, knowing Kurt would lose. Hmmm, there must be a way to get back at the big lunkhead, Kurt muttered to himself.

Still, Kurt remembered, there was the other segment of this dumb bet: David Karofsky. Kurt smirked to himself as he planned how he was going to get back at Noah Puckerman for suckering him into a bet he couldn't win. He knew now that, if Noah had known about Sam's interest already, maybe he had a good idea of David's too. Regardless, Kurt would go ahead with the plan to suss out David's feelings and he was going to give Noah Puckerman a blow-by-blow account of everything that transpired.

Let's see how he handled the thought of a Kurt Hummel with options. He loved the guy but he would not accept being manipulated. Fasten your seatbelt, Puckerman; it's going to be a bumpy night. Kurt chuckled evilly all the way home.

TBC