Sam sat in the bleachers for the Homecoming pep rally feeling strangely anxious. He chalked the nerves up to the big game. He was, after all, the quarterback and expected to lead them to victory. Yes. That's definitely what gnawed at his stomach. Not the surprise that Kurt had warned him about the day before. "Don't worry." He had said. "You'll love it."
Figgins took the microphone and introduced New Directions, making sure to announce their last place finish at Regionals last year. What? Could this be the surprise?
The first notes sounded as the club bounded out. Sam had to smirk. Somehow, Kurt had convinced Schue to do Britney Spears.
Ditzy Brittany leapt onto the stage and began singing. Sam was surprised. Why had they not realized what a great voice she had before now? He frowned slightly as Rachel started in with her. That was why. Schue was blind to anyone else's talent when Rachel was around. Sure, she was amazing, but the impact was lost slightly when she sang every song.
A slight movement caught his eye. The club had taken off their hats and dancing with them very suggestively in front of them. Damn. Schue approved this? He heard an unfamiliar voice join the rest of the club and strained to find the owner. When the man stepped forward, his eyebrows raised instantly. Schue? Not only did Kurt get Schue to allow them to do Britney Spears, he gotten him to join them? Kurt must be the second coming of Annie Sullivan.
His mind on Kurt, Sam tried to find the brunette boy amongst the club. Whoa. His eyes doubled in surprise. All of the boys wore a completely black outfit with white suspenders, but Kurt pulled it off like it was made for him and no one else. Damn did he look hot. There were no other words for it.
Sam vaguely heard a boy yell something about Britney Spears. Shut up, he wanted to scream back, you don't get to speak. Not now. Not when Kurt is concerned.
The club definitely seemed to be making the most out of their only prop and Sam had never been so jealous of a hat before. To be so close to Kurt was dizzying to think about. Then again, that could have had something to do with the definite flow of blood that was not reaching his brain. But Sam was so entranced he didn't care.
He watched as the younger boy danced with Mercedes, a look of devilish amusement gracing his face. Sam could only imagine other situations when Kurt would use that face. Damn.
Too soon, they finished the song, all of them striking their final pose. He zeroed in on Kurt, who was panting softly from the dancing. Too many scenarios in which Kurt was left panting for different reasons poured into his mind like a long overdue rain. Toenail clippings, Mom naked, Blaine. Nothing was working to control his obvious arousal. It was official: he was hot for Kurt Hummel. That explained all of his strange reactions lately. Go figure. The thought echoed like a bell in his head. Or like a fire alarm. Oh. Damn.