Title: Made by Hevans

Written by: Sano

Fandom: Glee

Pairings: SamxKurt

Ratings: PG13

Warnings: Slash and fluff, spoilers for season 2.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned it, but alas, I do not. If I did it wouldn't be fit for family tv.

Author's notes: I suddenly noticed that I left one drabble prompt lying in my ask box in tumblr and I apologize to anon for not working on it.

Summary: I think the title says it all. Hope you guys like it!

Drabble 10: First date

If looks could kill, Sam knew that his head would already be on a plate and fed to zombie dogs by now.

He was sitting in the Hummel-Hudson living room across from Carole and Burt, waiting for Kurt to make his dramatic entrance for their first date. He took a sip from the glass of diet coke that Carole handed him earlier and thanked God for her presence. A shotgun was leaning against the sofa right next to Mr. Hummel, and Carole acted as a buffer, or a shield in any case, as she talked to Sam about school and football.

Burt was silent throughout the whole conversation but Sam knew every answer he made was being judged and he had to remind himself to breathe every time Mr. Hummel nonchalantly caressed the shotgun.

Sam fought from looking at his watch and wished that Kurt would appear soon.

Finally they heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Sam's breath was knocked out of him for an altogether different reason as Kurt appeared in the living room clad in dark skinny jeans, a white button-down shirt and a blue cardigan that matched his eyes perfectly.

"So, ready to go?" Sam couldn't keep the grin from taking over his face under Burt's glare but he really couldn't help himself, Kurt looked awesome and he couldn't wait for their date.

Kurt smiled and kissed his parents on the cheek, throwing a 'Good night!' over his shoulder before dragging Sam out of the house. They got into the car and they were silent as Sam drove out of the driveway.

Both teens looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, suddenly realizing that they were on a date. Sam Evans, the most popular guy in school and the quarterback of the football team, and Kurt Hummel, head Cheerio and Glee's fabulous diva, were out on a date.

The situation was as hard to believe as when Brittany boasted about acing an exam in Geometry.

She thought the red F on her test paper stood for Fantastic.

Kurt was suddenly thinking of the people who would see them at the cinema and an image of Sam getting slushied and tossed in the dumpster on a daily basis flashed through his mind. "S-Sam, this is a mistake. We have to go back! I-I know you mean well but-" He suddenly quieted as Sam laid a hand over his own on his lap. Raising his eyes to meet Sam's, he was surprised to see a smile on the other boy's face.

"Kurt, I've been waiting my whole life to have a date with someone as amazing and as beautiful as you are. I don't care if anyone sees us; I don't even care if the football team is sitting next to us in the cinema. I want a date with you, Kurt." Sam's eyes were flicking to his face and on the road as he drove, but the clasp of his hand on Kurt's was gentle, reassuring.

"Please, don't leave me hanging."

Despite the cheesiness of that statement, or perhaps because of it, Kurt couldn't help smiling and squeezed the other boy's hand. "Okay, but you have to be ready. I've memorized all the lyrics to the songs of 'Phantom of the Opera' and I have a habit of singing along."

"That's okay. Wait till we watch Avatar. Then, you'll regret ever agreeing to go out with me."

All of a sudden, Kurt had no doubts.

The movie was amazing, as usual, and luckily the theater was almost empty since Lima wasn't really big on musicals and the only other people in the theater to hear Kurt's singing was an old lady who was dozing in one of the front seats.

Sam was silent for the most part, but made a bet with Kurt on how much popcorn it would take before the old lady woke up. To Kurt's mortification, he lost the bet as Sam threw a total of 15 pieces before the lady sat up with a jerk, shook her head and went back to sleep.

They left the theater laughing and the weird looks that people sent their way made them laugh even more as they went to Sam's car. As Sam drove to Kurt's house the countertenor realized that he didn't want the night to end just yet but didn't know how to say it without sounding desperate. He was just about to speak when Sam beat him to it.

"Hey, Kurt…"

"Yes?"

"… Do you trust me?"

Kurt blinked in surprise, "I don't think that's a question that you should ask on a first date." The answer held too much and Kurt wasn't sure how to reply without hurting the other boy's feelings. But instead, Sam burst out laughing and Kurt grew even more confused.

Folding his hands over his chest, Kurt said, "What did you have in mind?"

It was like they had stepped into every Disney movie and he was Amanda Bynes in 'What a Girl wants' as Sam paddled the canoe into the middle of the lake.

"Sam, what are we doing here? You're not gonna kill me and drop me into the lake, are you? 'Coz I would really prefer that you do that on the third date." Kurt quipped nervously. There was a full moon so it wasn't that dark but it was still night and he was scared that the canoe would tip over and ruin his Forever 21 cardigan.

Sam chuckled while paddling and Kurt couldn't help but be mesmerized at the way his biceps flexed under his shirt. "We're almost there. And relax, we're not gonna tip over, unless you want to take that cardigan out for a swim. Your wish is my command."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I don't get how you seem to know what I'm thinking. I think you have superpowers or something." How Sam managed to say the right thing was mind-boggling, it was like he knew what Kurt needed before he even asked for it.

"That would be so cool, but not really." He stopped paddling and tentatively held Kurt's hand as he answered, "I don't know if it's a secret or anything, but your face always says it all… and right now I can tell that you're nervous, but don't be." Suddenly, a flash went off above their heads and he looked up. "Finally!"

Another flash of color in the sky caught Kurt's attention and he looked up as a multitude of fireworks shot up into the sky above them. "H-how?"

"My dad mentioned a rodeo championship happening in the next stadium over tonight. I've been to a couple of them before and I knew that the awarding always features fireworks. This was the perfect place for a great view." Sam explained and Kurt looked back at him with something akin to amazement.

Kurt's gaze dropped down to Sam's lips and felt the need to kiss the other boy right now. The timing was perfect with the moonlight and the fireworks but suddenly, the feeling of hands closing around his face and lips crashing down onto his own filled his stomach with dread and fear.

"Hey, you okay, Kurt?" Sam asked as his hand gripped the smaller boy's tightly, and Kurt suddenly noticed that his hands were shaking. The jock was surprised to see fear flashing in the other boy's eyes and without much thought placed his arm across his back as he pulled him closer.

Kurt was embarrassed but the feel of Sam's arms around him was too much. "Ugh. I can't believe I'm totally ruining this! But… I need to tell you something." Sam looked down at him and nodded.

"Tell me." Then the whole thing tumbled out.

It was a relief to tell someone else besides Blaine and Kurt felt a little bit of the weight leave his chest at the look of understanding on Sam's face. He didn't cry, he was already past the point of crying, and Karofsky didn't deserve any of his tears.

Sam held him throughout his story and when he was finished, they went back and they were quiet as Sam drove Kurt home. The countertenor wanted to bang his head against the side door for his utter stupidity. He just basically poured everything out on the first date and had probably scared Sam off forever.

They pulled up outside the Hummel-Hudson household and Sam caught the curtain dropping on Carole and Burt's face as he killed the engine.

Kurt smiled faintly as he opened the door, "Well, see you in school on Monday. Good night." He murmured and was about to step out when Sam spoke up.

"Thank you for telling me about what happened, Kurt. And I'm really sorry for not doing anything about it." The blond fidgeted with the wheel and glanced at the other boy.

"I know it will take some time before you forget about it… but I really like you, Kurt. And I would really like to continue seeing you." It was too dark to tell, but was Sam… blushing?

Kurt was silent and Sam thought that he blew it, and just as he was about to hastily redeem himself with a Bieber song, the countertenor laid a hand against his cheek and pressed a gentle kiss on the other.

"Goodnight, Sam. And I look forward to watching Avatar next Friday."

The brilliant smile on Kurt's face stayed on Sam's mind as he drove home. Grabbing his phone, he dialed a number and waited for the other side to pick up.

"Hey, man. I need some help nailing patio furniture onto someone's roof…"

The End

Author's notes: Sorry for the canoe reference, I couldn't help it. Anyways, hope anon is happy with this.

Keep the kum-ments coming!