Chapter 10:
Sam raised his hand up to knock on Kurt's door, but it opened before he even touched the wood. Kurt must have been waiting by the window.
"Are those for me?" Kurt asked excitedly, referring the the bouquet of white roses Sam clutched in his hand.
Sam smiled and shook his head. "Nope, there for Finn actually. Is he in?" Sam asked, looking around Kurt.
"Unfortunately no, he's at Rachel's for the evening. You can come in anyhow, but it would appear we have the house to ourselves." Kurt said. He kept his tone cool, but a small smile was creeping up on his lips.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for spending the evening with you then." Sam said, stepping forward into the house. "Which I'm basically ok with since you look particularly amazing tonight." Kurt was wearing a plain black tuxedo jacket, his Marc Jacobs dress shirt and a pair of (very tight) black skinny jeans.
Kurt grinned and pulled Sam forward by the front of his shirt. "I know." He said, reaching up to kiss him. While he hadn't ended up borrowing Kate's leather jacket again, he had let her do his hair. Instead of being perfectly coiffed and pushed back, it was now messy and loose. His bangs were strewn across his forehead and it stuck up haphazardly in different places. Kate had called it "sex hair".
Sam ran his fingers through Kurt's hair as they kissed, obviously approving of the new look. "I know you probably have something else planned, but can we just skip to the part of the evening where we're naked?" Sam murmured, smoothing down bits of Kurt's hair as his kissed him.
"But I thought you liked how I looked in this outfit?" Kurt said, batting his eyelashes playfully. Sam smiled.
"I do...but I think I would like how you look out of it more." He said softly, and pulled Kurt back in for an even deeper kiss.
"But I made food." Kurt whispered, trailing a finger along Sam's stomach. "You like food, remember?"
Sam considered this. "I do like food...fine, food now, nakedness later. But," Sam added. "Only because I know you probably worked hard on whatever you made, and I feel obliged to eat it."
"Why thank you." Kurt said, walking into the kitchen. "And yes, I did work hard."
"Is it something I can pronounce this time?" Sam asked, following his boyfriend.
"Depends on whether or not you can say 'pizza'." Kurt chuckled.
Sam looked at the table and his jaw dropped. "Oh my god..."
Kurt grinned, mentally patting himself on the back for his brilliant dinner idea. "You see, I wanted to make you you're favorite food...so I tried to think 'What is Sam's favorite thing to eat?'"
"Is it bad that my mind went to a really dirty place when you said that?" Sam interrupted.
"The answer, of course," Kurt continued, ignoring Sam's comment, "was those weirdo food combinations you eat every Monday. I have never understood how putting jellybeans and chilly in a taco could make someone so happy, but to each his own."
"The jellybeans give it a soft and chewy texture." Sam cut in again.
"So I figured I'd make a pizza and you can put whatever toppings on it that you'd like, even if they would make any normal person vomit."
On the table surrounding the pizza (which looked amazing by itself) were bowls containing M&M's, popcorn, macaroni, marshmallows, several different types of chips and the aforementioned jellybeans.
"Kurt, I have to say, you are truly my favorite boyfriend." Sam said appreciatively. He pulled out a chair for Kurt, and then sat down in the chair across from it.
Grinning, Kurt took a seat. "Oh, you say that to all your boyfriends."
"But I only mean with with you." He replied. "Are you gonna eat this stuff?" He asked, gesturing to the junk food. Kurt shook his head.
"No way. Notice, amidst the fattening pieces of plastic you call food, there is also what we who have palettes that graduated beyond 4th grade call 'vegetables.'"
Sam looked, and was surprised to see there were bowls of vegetables on the table, as well as candy. "Huh, would you look at that."
There was also a bowl of what looked like red paste. Sam pointed to it, and asked Kurt what it was.
"Tomato sauce, to hold the toppings on. Sort of like glue." He said.
"You're a genius."
"I know." Kurt said, shrugging his shoulders.
Kurt tried not to cringe as Sam, ignoring the healthier choices completely, took three slices of pizza and put jellybeans, marshmallows, and BBQ chips on one, macaroni, M&M's and Sour Cream and Onion chips on another, and popcorn, macaroni and All Dressed chips on the third.
Kurt stuck with the vegetables, laughing as Sam clapped his hands together excitedly. "This is so much fun..."
"I will never understand how you can eat that stuff, but if you're happy, I'm happy."
"Oh I am happy, I am very, very happy." Sam said, taking a bite of the jellybean/marshmallow/BBQ chip slice. Kurt couldn't stop himself from cringing.
"That is truly repulsive." Kurt said, taking a bite of his own pizza.
"Ow would ooh know?" Sam asked, his mouth fully of marshallow.
"I know because it's jellybeans, marshmallows and BBQ chips on a pizza. Logic dictates repulsion."
"Don't knock it till you try it" Sam said, raising his eyebrows up and down, and holding the slice out to Kurt. Kurt cocked his eye brow high, giving Sam a very definite "bitch, please" look.
"Bitch, please." Kurt said, just to reaffirm his look.
"Ahh come on. It's good! Yooou miiight liiike iiit." Sam sang.
"I sincerely doubt that." Kurt replied, picking at a tomato on his pizza.
"Well, you know, four months ago I would have sincercly doubted that I would like dating a boy but look at me now..." Sam said, staring at Kurt with big puppy dog eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"I never kid about pizza and jellybeans, Kurt." Sam said, his face incredibly serious.
Kurt sighed. "Fine. Gimme the damn slice and then I never want to hear about it again."
Sam sqeauled excitedly and handed Kurt the slice he was eating. "But you've got to swallow." He lecetured.
Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"The pizza, you perv." Sam said, rolling his eyes. Kurt smirked, took a small bite, swallowed and handed the pizza back to Sam.
"Verdict?" Sam questioned.
Kurt glared at him. "I will never forgive you for that, Sam Evans."
Sam grinned. "Ah, you liked it."
After they finished eating, Sam cleared away the plates, refusing to let Kurt help.
"But I'm not just going to watch you clean up!" Kurt protested, as Sam put the leftover pizza in the fridge.
"Yes, you are. You cooked, I clean. It's the way it works." He said simply.
"But...but it's my house!"
"Too bad," Sam replied. "Now, sit your incredibly sexy ass down and do nothing." He instructed.
"I can't...I'm not programmed that way!" Kurt whined, grudgingly taking a seat.
"Well, since I am an expert on all things nerdtastic, I am confident that I will be able to reprogram you." Sam said cheerfully. "Ooh...maybe I'll reprogram you into a Sex-Bot...oh wait, wouldn't make a difference."
Kurt stuck out his tongue. "Very funny. I will have you know that in order to get Finn out of the house, I had to promise him we wouldn't have sex tonight, so...you know...ha."
"Darn." Sam said, snapping his fingers regretfully. "I was planning on giving it up tonight, too."
Kurt made an "Arrgghh" sound, and slammed his head onto the table by way of response.
"Aww, it's ok baby." Sam said, walking over and sitting in the seat next to him. He put his hand under Kurt's chin and lifted his head up. "We can just play a nice game of checkers instead." Kurt moaned as Sam brought their mouths together.
"Why are you torturing me?" He whimpered.
"I'm sorry. If I give you your present now, will you forgive me?" He asked quietly. Kurt nodded eagerly.
Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue jewelry box. Kurt's eyes widened.
"You bought me jewelry?" He asked. Sam grinned and nodded.
Kurt opened the small box to find a beautiful small silver pendant, shaped like a spaceship. A musical note was pressed tightly in it's center. Kurt felt a little like he was going to cry.
"Do you like it?" Sam asked nervously.
"It's beautiful, Sam." Kurt said, his voice thick with emotion.
"It's us...get it?" Sam said, taking the box from Kurt. He stood up and moved behind him, taking the pendant and chain out of its case and draping it around Kurt's neck.
Kurt stood up and turned to face Sam. "I get it. I love it." Kurt said softly, fingering the pendent.
"Good." Sam said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and leaning in closely. He let his eyes linger on Kurt's face for a moment, taking in his soft, smiling eyes, the light spray of freckles across his nose and finally his lips, sweet and begging. He ran his fingers softly along the side of his face, before leaning in the full distance, their lips coming together in a perfect, practiced kiss.
Kurt remembered once being afraid when Sam kissed him. He had been inexperienced and unsure about what he was doing. He had loved kissing him just as much then, but it had also made his heart beat quick with panic and nerves.
The panic was gone now, but he could still feel his heart beating just as quickly in his chest as Sam's mouth lingered over his. He pulled his head back and looked into Sam's clear hazel eyes.
"Can we skip to the part where we're naked now?" He whispered.
Kurt lay back on his bed and Sam hovered above him, already panting. He moved his hands slowly inside Kurt's jacket, bring his arms down to remove it as he sucked tenderly on Kurt's lower lip.
Suddenly, Kurt's eyes, which had been contently closed, sprang open and he said put his hand on Sam's chest to stop him. "Wait."
"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked.
Kurt slowly sat up and pushed Sam off of him. "Nothing's wrong." He got off the bed and went over to his closet, where he removed his jacket and hung it up neatly in the closet. Sam watched him, his eyebrows raised.
"That jacket was $300 dollars." He said apologetically, now also unbuttoning his Marc Jacobs shirt to hang up as well.
Sam leaned back against Kurt's headboard and sighed. "I am not saying anything." He said simply.
Kurt, now shirtless, walked back over the bed and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, don't criticize the cost of the balcony when you're sitting there enjoying the view, Mister." He chastised. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Kurt around the middle, pulling him on top of him.
Kurt swung his leg over Sam, straddling him, and forced his head back against the head board, kissing him with intoxicating force. Kurt trailed his fingers down Sam's chest, then pulled his shirt over Sam's head.
When Sam lifted his arms up to allow Kurt to remove his shirt, Kurt grabbed his wrists and pinned them up against the wall. Raising himself up slightly, he slowly traced his lips along the inside of Sam's arm, and over his shoulder, slowly working his way to Sam's neck.
Sam tilted his head to the side and moaned, and Kurt let go of Sam's wrists and moved his hands through Sam's hair, holding onto the back of his head as he began to work on his neck with greater intensity.
His hands free now, he moved them over Kurt's thighs and down between his legs. Kurt gasped a little, lifting his hips up a little as Sam touched him. Unable to stay away from them any longer, Kurt took his mouth from his neck and placed it firmly over Sam's full lips. Sam kissed him back eagerly, his lips stifling the aching sound Kurt made as Sam's touch grew more intense.
Kurt couldn't quite explain how it happened, nor could he remember when both of their pants had left their bodies. One moment he was straddling Sam, whose hand was between his legs, and stroking softly and the next the were under the covers and he was on his side, his back pressed against Sam's warm chest. The only thing that had not changed was the slow rhythmic stroking of Sam's hand.
Kurt let out a shuddering moan as Sam's hand found some special spot inside of him, and he grasped the pillow.
"Are you ok? Am I hurting you? Should I stop?" Sam asked, his voice breathless but alert.
"Sam I swear if you stop now, I will never help you dye your roots again." Kurt gasped.
"Sorry." Sam whispered, his mouth against the back of Kurt's ear. "You just have this look on your face...I thought you might be in pain."
Sam had slowed his rhythm while he spoke and Kurt groaned in frustration. "This isn't a 'pain' face Sam, this is a 'oh yes, more please' face."
Instead of replying, Sam lingered his tongue against the back of Kurt's ear, and moved his hand faster and deeper. Kurt shut his eyes tightly, gripping the pillow even harder as a gasping shudder ripped through his body. Kurt whimpered as Sam brushed that good spot again, biting down on his lip to keep from screaming.
Kurt could feel Sam's other hand reaching towards his front, and Sam laughed warmly in Kurt's ear as Kurt cried out at his touch. For someone so guarded and intense, Kurt's body was insanely sensitive. Sam loved how every touch and caress made Kurt shudder and moan all over.
Kurt couldn't take it anymore, and finnally let himself go, screaming numbly as he came. Sam smiled and kissed the back of Kurt's neck. "I'm pretty sure you just hit a High F. Impressive." He whispered.
"Mmmm" Kurt murmured, sighing as he felt Sam leave him. He rolled over and lay on his back, and Sam kissed him deeply before trying to get up.
Fighting the lazy sleep feeling threatening to over take him, Kurt grinned and pulled Sam back into the bed with him, resuming their deep kiss.
"We'll clean up after," he whispered seductively into the kiss, moving his hands down Sam's body.
"After what?" Sam whispered back, his breath quickening at Kurt's touch.
Kurt's eyes flashed playfully and began to kiss his way down Sam's glistening chest. Sam leaned his head back against the wall, tangling his fingers in Kurt's hair as he made his way down his body.
"There's only one way your going to believe when I tell you your not hurting me..." Kurt said, his voice thick and hot.
"Yeah?" Sam panted, a low moan stuck in his throat. "What's that?" He asked, as Kurt's head disappeared under the covers.
He felt Kurt's mouth on him, a familiar and welcome sensation. He could feel Kurt's hands moving over him and then...something new. "Oh..."
Finn sat downstairs, noise canceling headphones clamped firmly over his ears. It was 10:00, and he'd been home from Rachel's for about 20 minutes now. He'd had a good time with Rachel, their relationship was rebounding nicely from the Quinn-suspicion. Rachel seemed to feel almost guilty for suspecting something, and was trying to make it up for him. It felt nice to not be the one trying to make up for something for once.
He had no idea what Sam and Kurt had been doing when he'd gotten home, but he'd come through the door, caught a few shouts of "Dear god, Kurt yes" and ran into the basement to find the headphones. Now he was sitting in the kitchen eating cereal, the headphones nicely blocking out any sound.
Suddenly, the headphones were ripped off his head and he jumped.
"Dude, chill, I was just trying to get your attention..." Sam said. He and Kurt had come down now, obviously having finished their...stuff Finn did in no way want to think about. Finn stared them, and then wrinkled his nose. Their hair was wet, and it would appear they had just taken a shower. Probably together.
Gross. Finn was so thankful he no longer had to shower with his brother.
Kurt, realizing what Finn was staring at, ran his fingers through his wet hair and blushed. "We didn't know anyone was home..."
Finn nodded. "Yeah, I came home around 'sweet jesus, right there.'"
Sam's face turned bright red and Kurt burst out laughing. "Sam does get very religious when he's about to c-"
"And I suddenly feel like changing the subject. Who wants to watch a movie? Let's watch a movie." Sam cut in, jumping up and going into the living room. Kurt smiled and shook his head.
"What's that?" Finn asked, gesturing to Kurt's necklace.
"Present from Sam." He said, smiling down at the small spaceship.
"A spaceship and a musical note?" Finn asked. Kurt nodded.
"It's us...he's the spaceship and I'm the musical note."
"It's pretty...shiny..." Finn said. He grinned at Kurt, and then wrapped his arms around him in a bone crunching hug. "I'm so happy for you, dude!" He said cheerfully.
"Finn...arms...crushing...dead...ahhh" Kurt choked out.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Finn said, letting go.
"It's ok." Kurt wheezed.
"But its just like...he's giving you jewelry and stuff. And not just any jewelry like super meaningful jewelry, too. I'm just excited for you guys!" He said, bumping him lightly on the arm.
Kurt grinned. "I'm excited too." He said quietly, then went out into the living room with Sam. Finn followed, resisting the urge to hug Sam as well.
"What are we watching?" Kurt asked, taking a seat next to Sam on the couch.
"Back to the Future two" Sam said, holding up two fingers. Suddenly Kurt jumped up.
"I forgot!" He said cryptically, then ran upstairs. Sam and Finn looked at each other and shrugged.
"I got you a present..." he said breathlessly, rushing back downstairs. He held out a beautifully wrapped box to Sam who took.
"But you cooked for me, I thought that was the present." Sam protested. Kurt shrugged.
"I was sort of determined to get you something." Kurt explained. Sam slowly began to unwrap the packaging.
He neatly untaped one corner,
And then another,
And another,
and another.
Then he flipped the box over and began untaping the corner's there too.
Finn jittered his leg up and down nervously; Sam's slow pace was driving him crazy.
Finnaly Sam had untaped every corner and began moving the paper carefully off the box, inch by inch.
By inch.
"Just rip the wrapping off, dude!" Finn shouted, unable to take it any longer. "Thats the best part of getting a present..."
Sam shot him a look. "Kurt worked hard wrapping it." He said defensively "I don't want to ruin it."
Kurt glowed, and Finn rolled his eyes as Sam finally finished unwrapping the package, and took out a box containing what at first to appeared to be a model car but was actually…
"...A Delorean? You got me the Delorean?" Sam screeched, his eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my god, it even has a tiny Mr. Fusion on the back. I might pass out."
"And a flux capacitor. I double checked with the nerd- I mean, the guy behind the counter." Kurt said proudly.
Sam calmly placed the box containing the Delorean on the coffee table, and then promptly threw himself at Kurt.
Finn looked away politely as they mauled each other, partly to give them privacy and partly because it made it way to easy to imagine what they'd been doing before. He considered slipping out the room with the noise canceling head phones again, but when he looked over and saw Sam's hand cupping things they should not have been cupping, he decided that they'd had enough for tonight.
"Hey look!" Finn said excitedly. "A movie! Everyone, lets watch." He said, pressing play and turning up the volume. Grudgingly, Sam and Kurt detached themselves from each other, and settled in to watch.
Throughout the movie, Finn had to repeatedly shoot them dirty looks so they'd knock of whatever they were doing. One moment Kurt would be leaning against Sam on the couch, and Sam arm was draped around his shoulders, and the next Kurt was sucking intently on his ear lobe. Finn briefly considered getting a bottle of water to squirt them with, but decided throwing a pillow would be easier.
By the time Marty's girlfriend Jennifer was running in the older version of herself, Finn had given up, and he simply turned the volume up louder and tried to pretend he couldn't see Sam lovingly stroking Kurt's still damp hair or hear the sweet nothings he was whispering in his ear.