"Hello?" Kurt walked into his dad's office so he could hear over the noise in the garage.
"So here's the thing," said the voice on the other line.
Kurt blinked. "Who is this?"
"Blair." He could almost hear the smile behind the voice, and he couldn't help but smile a little too.
"How the hell did you get this number?"
"I have ways. Anyway, here's the thing. I really like you."
Kurt's heartbeat picked up, and he had to steady himself so his voice wouldn't betray him. "What?"
"I like you," Blair said. "I think we should go out."
Kurt could feel his face going red. He closed the office door and sat down in the desk chair. "Um...Okay."
"So let's blow off this stupid showdown thing and go to the movies or something instead."
Kurt's smile faded. "This isn't just another cop-out, is it?"
Blair laughed. "No, I just really want to see you. Why did you think I challenged you anyway?"
"Because you're a pretentious prat with a massive ego?"
Blair laughed even harder. "Yes, but that's not the only thing that's massive."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Lol, jokes. It was cause you're hot, Kurt. You're really cute and just fucking sexy and I want to be with you and I think we have similar personalities and it could work."
"Hmm..." Kurt said, but he was smiling ear-to-ear.
"Movies, tonight, you pick the flick and I'll pick you up at seven."
"Do you even know where I live?"
"Yes."
"What-"
-click-
Kurt spent a moment in confusion, before getting up and dancing around the small office. He didn't see his dad laughing at him through the window.
"So here's Kurt, in my house, looking at me with those damn beautiful eyes and I feel like he sees my soul." Sam shook his head. "No, that sounds really stupid and corny." He was sitting in Emma Pillsbury's office, pouring out his heart to the only person he could. Emma watched him with rapture. People might make fun of her or say she wasn't any good at this, but she really, truly loved her job. She loved hearing their stories and being in a position to help the kids. Most of them didn't open up much, but then there were the select few who did, and Sam was one of them. He'd never been shy to tell her the whole truth and nothing but, ever since the first day he'd arrived at McKinley, and that made her extremely proud.
He'd stepped into her office and picked up a pamplet at random, laughing at the obnoxious cover. "Can I help you with something?" she'd asked, smiling at the new student. He sat down. "I'm Sam Evans. I'm new here. I just joined the football team and passed up an audition for the Glee club to save my reputation and no one knows that I'm bisexual."
She knew as a staff member she wasn't supposed to have favorite students, but he was one of them.
"It's like, he's home. Not like he feels at home at my house, but he feels like my home, like I belong with him. Does that even make sense?" Emma nodded, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes. "So I almost did it. I almost just took fate in my hands and kissed the boy, and I wanted to. Oh my God did I want to. But I'm dating Quinn, and I kind of love her, I guess, but it's not the same. I really care about her, and I like being with her, and she's so sweet and beautiful and I guess everything I'm supposed to want, but I love Kurt. I don't even know how, I didn't even realize I felt this way but he was just there in my house and we were bonding because he was having an emotional day and I hurt myself and he was fixing my finger and... I love him. But he freaked out, he asked me to take him home and I did. Because I mean, what am I supposed to do? And I know he didn't want me to see but on the way home he was crying. I feel like I could die, I can't believe I did that to him, I made him cry like that. I feel like I should have kept it in my pants, if you know what I mean. Not literally, because I mean nothing happened, but you know the expression?"
Emma nodded, and Sam leaned forward in his chair. "I'm so glad I have you, Miss Pillsbury, I can't talk to anyone else about this. I mean, I could talk to my mom but that's a little weird, I don't know, I don't want to talk to my mom about love and relationships and the way Kurt makes me feel...you know. It'd just be weird." He was talking fast, and he knew he wasn't making much sense, but it just felt so good to have someone there listening that he kept going. "I mean, not just relationships with guys. Talking to my mom about girls would be weird too."
"Why do you think Kurt reacted the way he did?"
Sam bit his lip. "I don't know. He thinks I'm straight. He thought I was just fucking with him-sorry, I meant messing with him. I don't blame him."
"Uh, oh, it's Sag-zilla."
Quinn rolled her eyes and turned around to see Santana passing, pinkies linked with Brittany, as usual. She slammed her locker shut and walked in the other direction toward Spanish, but she paused halfway down the hall when she heard a familiar voice, and turned her eyes to the window of the guidance counsellor's office.
And there was Sam.
Okay, Sam needs guidance. That's not that unusual, I'm sure it's fine.
But then she heard: "Everyone thinks I'm straight. I mean, I've just let them, but I haven't exactly misled anyone. I just...haven't told them I'm bi. I thought it would be easier to just try to avoid the subject, because, you know, how people reacted at my old school." Emma nodded, and then her eyes went wide, seeing the furious girl through the blinds in the window.
"Um, Sam," she said, nodding toward the window. Quinn turned around, blinking back tears, and started walking away, but Sam caught her wrist. She tried to shake him off, but his grip was strong. Gentle, but unbreakable.
"Quinn," he said, at a loss for what to say next.
She turned around. "Please tell me..." Her cheeks were wet. He laid his hand gently on her arm and brushed her tears away with his thumb.
"Quinn, I love you," he said.
She shook her head. "How could you? How could you hide things from me? And something so important. What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to deal with knowing that my boyfriend of the past few months isn't who I believed him to be?"
"I'm still me," he said in a subdued voice. It hurt that she'd react this way, but he knew it was his fault, and if he wanted it to be different, he should've told her himself in the first place.
She'd stopped crying. She was just staring at him with a sort of revulsion in her eyes. "You're a liar, Sam Evans, and if it weren't for my reputation, I'd probably never want to see you again." If she broke up with him now, and anyone else found out about his little secret, it'd look like she turned him gay, or like she was just his beard.
"I'm with you, Quinn, I don't see how it matters. I should have told you, but it doesn't make me a different person. Don't you love me?"
She blinked, and nodded slowly, tears starting up again.
"Please don't cry, Q, I love you so much." He drew her into his arms. He was disgusted at himself, spewing out another half-lie to hold onto someone he half-loved, but he didn't want to hurt her. He hated hurting her like he hated hurting Kurt. So he held her close to him and she sobbed into his neck and the bell rang and the halls slowly filled with students who barely took notice of them.
Blair pulled up at seven on the nose.
Kurt had been freaking out all day, trying to choose the right outfit and making sure his hair was perfectly in place and that his breath didn't stink or anything. Burt had come down the stairs at one point, grinning and leaning against the rail. "What's with you today?" he said, "You're acting like you've got a date or something."
When Kurt just stood there and smiled, apprehension dawned. Burt cleared his throat. "Oh. Well, um. You know... just..."
Kurt's cheeks turned red. "Look, Dad, you don't have to worry about 'the talk' or anything. Carole took care of it weeks ago. And...it's just a first date."
Burt swallowed. "Oh. Okay. Well...have fun, son." He went back up the stairs, confused and a bit shocked. My son is dating now? Kurt's dating now. Kurt has a date. My son's growing up.
The butterflies were fluttering full-force when he got into the passenger seat of Blair's shiny black 2010 Dodge Challenger. It was a beautiful car, one of Kurt's favorites. "Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hey," said Blair, taking off. Kurt buckled his seatbelt. Blair was a bit of a reckless driver. One of those types who is such a good driver that they take way more risks and shortcuts than necessary. Kurt almost wished he hadn't gotten into the car, but the excitement was kind of worth it. "What movie did you pick?"
Kurt smiled. "Well, Nowhere Boy looked good," he said. "It's showing at 7:30 at Century."
Blair grinned. "Perfect."
They got their snacks and talked through the pre-show and repetitive celebrity trivia questions (every one of which they both answered correctly). Blair was...different. He was sweet and attentive, but there was a certain feeling of detachment, just a hint, that made Kurt wonder if he was just as self-absorbed as he seemed. Blair liked to talk about himself. He talked about himself a lot, and his choir and his past school experiences. He went to an all-boys school with a very strict no-tolerance policy. His dad was the choral director there and he wished he could have a public school experience, but Kurt envied him for not having to be bullied every day. He'd known he was gay since he was three and he'd never looked back, and he'd had several boyfriends, which didn't help Kurt feel any better. During the movie Blair put his arm around him, and it was a lot less comfortable than they make it seem in the movies, but Kurt didn't complain.
And when the movie was over, Blair wanted to go out to ice cream. They went to an old diner/drug store called Watson's and ordered shakes and discussed the movie, among other things.
"Hello?" Sam held the phone to his ear as he pulled on a nice pair of jeans.
"He really likes you, you know."
Sam dropped his pants and grabbed the phone. "Who is this?"
"Blair Barks. We haven't met officially."
Weird.
"And how did you get this number?" He put the phone in his shoulder again and pulled his pants back up, buttoning them this time before letting go.
"That's beside the point, Sam. I know you like him back."
Sam shook his head. "I..." But he was tired of lying. "It doesn't matter. Why are you calling me?"
"I just want to let you know that you don't have to worry about him anymore. I know you care about him and you feel bad for not being able to be with him, but now that's taken care of. I want us to be friends, Sam. I'm letting you know I'm not your enemy, I'm helping you out."
"What-"
-click-
When Sam got to the Diner, his eyes automatically found Kurt, like they were pulled by a magnet. He didn't even know Kurt would be here. And he was sitting with that curly-haired creeper who had called him earlier. Was that what he'd meant? He was with Kurt now?
"Can we go somewhere else?"
Katrina Evans pouted. "But this is our tradition, Sammy! I was really in the mood for curly fries."
He sighed. The waiter sat them at a table far from the pair by the window, but he was still facing them. He was just glad Kurt's back was to him, he didn't want any uncomfortableness with him tonight. Besides, he was clearly on a date.
Katrina followed her son's gaze. "Are they friends of yours?" she asked, smiling.
"Um...sort of. I don't know the curly-haired one, but the short ones Kurt. Remember...I told you about him, Mom?"
She smiled, and studied his face, and looked back at Kurt, and looked back at Sam. "You like him," she said, sipping her water.
Sam looked down at the table. "I don't really want to talk about it right now," he said.
Katrina looked back toward Kurt, and Blair waved at her when Kurt wasn't looking. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Oh," she said. "Is he on a date?"
"Apparently."
Kurt was glowing. Blair was really a charmer, and he couldn't tell if he was trying really hard or if he just came by it naturally. He tried to keep his cool, and thought he was doing pretty well. He giggled - actually giggled - when Blair scooted closer in the semi-circle booth and held his hand. They had shakes - Kurt had chocolate and Blair had strawberry - and they talked about school and music and friends and movies.
"So, this is your first date?" Blair asked, grinning.
"Yes," Kurt said, a little embarrassed. "Well, not exactly. I went out with this girl in my class for a while because I wanted my Dad to relate to me..." Was that too much information?
Blair laughed. "Wow. What was it like?"
"What, being with a girl?"
Blair nodded.
Kurt shrugged. "Kind of boring, actually. It's nice to be close to someone, but when it's someone you have no feelings for it's really more awkward than anything."
"Oh." Blair let go of Kurt's hand.
Oh, no, he thinks I mean him. Kurt shook his head and moved closer to Blair, who smiled and leaned his head even closer. "Do you like me?" he asked. It baffled Kurt how Blair could just cut straight to the point like that.
"I... Yes," he said with a shy kind of smile. Blair ran a finger softly over Kurt's cheek.
"So, you've never kissed a boy before?"
Kurt's cheeks burned, which was answer enough for Blair. He smiled sweetly. "It's okay, don't be ashamed. Everyone has their first time some time."
Was he getting closer? He was definitely getting closer.
"And," he said, "I think..." Blair moved his hand under Kurt's chin, "...yours..." he slowly drew Kurt's face closer. Kurt's heart was pounding and his eyes were wide. "...is now."
When their lips touched, it sent tingles all through Kurt's body. They started at his lips and spread to the tips of his hair and the tips of his fingers and toes. He closed his eyes put his arms around Blair's waist.
Across the room, Sam stood up and walked out of the restaurant as quickly as he could without running. Out on the street, he drew deep breaths of cool air and tried to calm down, and his mother was at his side in seconds. "Let's go home, Sam," she said, with a light touch to his arm.
"I'll walk," he said.
"Sam, it's miles."
He turned around. "Please Mom." She saw the look in his eyes and nodded, and got into her car and drove away.
an: so...there we have it, Kurt's first boy-kiss :)
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