Okay, let's just get right to it! Just a quick reminder that this is a fic that deals with Mpreg because it will pop up in this chapter but there will be no preggo boys in this story. Perhaps a sequel….
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just my own ideas and deviations from the original plot.
WARNINGS: Don't pretend you don't know them :P
Sam lay in his bed, thinking of Kurt. Well, thinking of kissing Kurt, to be more specific. Their kiss was on a loop in his mind and each time he replayed it he smiled a little wider.
Blaine had been beside himself when Sam had got into the car, convinced he had ruined everything. After his initial text of Here!, Blaine has witnessed them kissing and panicked, sending another text reading OMG I'M SO SORRY!
After the curly-haired teen was certain he hadn't ruined everything with his unfortunate timing he demanded to hear the events of the afternoon. Repeatedly. In great detail.
Finally, after Blaine had forced Sam to try on every stitch of clothing he owned to plan his sorta-maybe-date-with-Kurt outfit, he gave him a pat on the head and flounced off to his own room. Judging from his friend's own smiling face, it was to talk to Puck.
Sam sighed happily and shifted in bed, accidentally jostling R2 and eliciting a sweet puppy grunt. He gently pet R2 before reaching for his phone. He scrolled to Kurt's name and stared at it indecisively. He glanced at his alarm clock. 1:13.
Would it be rude to text so late? When did he usually go to bed? Was Kurt a light sleeper? The last thing he wanted to do was get the boy mad at him before their date, or whatever.
Instead, Sam reached for his laptop and logged onto Facebook. His eyes immediately searched for Kurt's picture to chat.
Hrrm, on but idle.
He clicked on Kurt picture and typed a quick message.
Sam Evans hey.
Kurt responded in a gratifyingly short amount of time, making the warmth in Sam's chest seep into his bones.
Kurt Hummel Hi there.
Sam Evans did I wake you?
Kurt Hummel No. I've been trying to sleep for a while without success. What are you up to so late?
Sam hesitated before typing out a response. He decided to be honest. Hey, his instincts hadn't failed him yet!
Sam Evans relaxing with R2. Thinking about the garage…
Sam held his breath and stared at the little speech bubble that indicated Kurt was typing.
Kurt Hummel Me too…
YES!
Kurt Hummel I had a really good time, even without the kissing…
Sam Evans Yeah : )
Sam Evans um… is it stupid/too soon to say that i miss you? or like, that I wish you were here.
Please please don't be too soon…
Kurt Hummel No.
Kurt Hummel Um, I do too…
Sam wiggled his toes excitedly and grabbed his Frenchie pup, placing an enthusiastic kiss to his head. He plopped him down near his side and got back to Kurt.
Sam Evans awesome
Kurt Hummel Did you… want to come over to the garage again tomorrow? Your car won't be ready until Sunday-ish but… I'd like to see you again. Like, sooner than Saturday…
Sam Evans yeah. Yeah, that would be great :D
Kurt Hummel :)
Sam smiled and thought of his parents, for some strange reason. He recalled his mother bringing lunch to his dad, and vice versa, when they were at work. Hrmm…
Sam Evans Um, since yu showed me that great place for lunch today want me to bring somethin tomorrow?
Kurt Hummel That would be really nice :)
The blond teen wriggled in pleasure before responding. He only hoped Kurt was as nerdily excited as he was… and he had the perfect idea.
Sam Evans how do you feel about seafood?
Kurt Hummel I love it. And I'm intrigued.
Sam Evans um, i know this place that makes amzing grilled fish and shrimp tacos. Is that alright?
Kurt Hummel Sounds really good. I've never had it but I trust you :P
Kurt HummelNow, try to get some sleep. I don't want you to get tackled by Karofsky because you were up late talking to little ol' me.
Sam smirked as he tapped out a cheeky response.
Sam Evans might be worth it
Kurt Hummel ...hush. And goodnight, Sam.
Sam Evans Night :)
Sam slowly closed his laptop, and placed it on the floor. Cuddling into the warmth of his sheets, Sam found it much easier to settle down with the knowledge that he would be seeing Kurt again after practice.
The next day, Sam borrowed his father's car to go to camp so he could see Kurt as soon as practice ended. His dad was working from home and he was excited to show it to Kurt; it was an Aston Martin Vanquish.
And maybe so they wouldn't be interrupted again. Maybe. Just in case. He tried not to dwell on it, in case he jinxed it or something.
That day after practice, he took his time in the showers, hoping to be the last one in here so he didn't get weird questions about why he brought a few different options and a bunch of grooming products. Well that, and the fact that it had rained all day and he had mud in places that were really, really, unfortunate.
Luckily, by the time Sam finished washing the grime from his body, the locker room had cleared out. Shaking the water from his hair and wrapping a towel around his waist, Sam grabbed his shower caddy and made his way over to his locker.
Now that the hiss of the shower was cut off, the blond teen could hear the rain rapping loudly against the roof. He smiled and let the rhythmic sound of the rain relax him. Sure, getting stuck in the rain majorly sucked, but being inside while the steady "whoosh" of the water filled the air was hypnotic.
Breaking out of his reverie, the muscular teen pulled out his duffel bag and rifled through it. As he swiped on his deodorant (Old Spice, obviously) he contemplated what he had brought.
Blaine had been trying to convince him to wear more patterns (he said they brought out his eyes), so he slipped on a pair of white shorts with a fine, navy pinstripe. He looked over the three shirts he had packed. He didn't want to look like he was trying too hard, so the polo was out. And besides, didn't polo's scream golf club? Long sleeves were out too; he hated wet clothes and long sleeves were just asking for it. Only one choice left.
He slipped on the gray shirt he had bought at Blaine's urging during their trip to Hollister. That trip seemed forever ago when in reality it had been less than a month. The plain shirt was crew neck and it clung to his arms and pecs nicely. Sam wasn't embarrassed to show off what he worked damn hard for.
He was glad he didn't bring flip-flops to wear; the last thing he needed was to bust his ass in front of the perpetually gracefully Kurt. He slipped on his low-cut socks and jammed his feet into some trendy navy boat shoes David had given him for Christmas. He ran his fingers through his hair and declared himself ready. As he passed the set of mirrors, he gave himself a thumbs up and a nervous smile.
He pushed open the heavy locker room doors and stared outside. It. Was. Pouring. Sam could practically hear his mother scolding him for leaving his umbrella in the car, where it was so, so useful to him right now. The blond teen took a fortifying breath, steeling himself for the freezing onslaught of cold water.
Sam ran to his dad's car, mentally (and literally) cringing at the thought of his wet clothes all over his dad's pride a joy. Well, after him of course. And what his dad didn't know, couldn't hurt him. Unless it stained…
Throwing himself into his the Aston, Sam settled his bag on the floor of the passenger seat and fished his phone out of his pocket. Sam felt himself flush as he pressed speed dial 3 to send a message to Kurt. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he felt that he and Kurt would be talking enough for him to warrant a place on speed dial.
all finished wth practice. Tacos still okay?
Sam really wasn't concerned about the tacos. What he really wanted to ask was "Am I okay? Is this still okay?" but he was scared of what Kurt's answer might be. Before Sam could fall further into his anxieties, his phone buzzed on his leg.
Sounds great, I've been looking forward to it.
Sam allowed himself to do a crazy happy dance in the privacy of the car, pretty sure no one could see his spaz attack. His dance of glee was interrupted by his phone once again, another text from Kurt.
And no texting while driving!
The muscular teen felt warmth bubbling up on his chest and a silly, giggly happiness fill him to the brim. He needed to see Kurt, like now. Quickly (but safely) driving to the shop (with a pit stop at Compadres) he pulled into the parking lot of the garage and turned off the car, contemplating his next move.
The rain hadn't died down at all. If anything, it seemed to be pouring harder. And, of course, Sam hadn't retrieved the umbrella from the trunk of the car. Because, you know, that would make sense. Just as the blond teen prepared to make a run for it, a slim figure approached his car with a massive umbrella.
Kurt! He thought joyfully.
As the other teen drew closer, Sam could see a fond smile on his face. He came to a stop just in front on the driver's side door, gesturing for the taller teen to get under the cover of the umbrella. He grabbed the takeout bag and opened the door just enough to squeeze out.
While the umbrella was spacious enough for one, Sam had to press close to Kurt to prevent his butt from getting drenched by the rain. Not that he was complaining. The petite teen shook his head and before speaking.
"When I saw you sitting in the car, I figured it was because you didn't have an umbrella."
"How did you know it was me?" he asked.
Kurt gently bumped the rod of the umbrella against Sam's blond head. "We don't get a lot of blond teenagers around the shop. And I figured awesome cars probably ran in your family."
"Oh, right," he said lamely. He jiggled the takeout bag, drawing the smaller teen's attention to the paper monstrosity between them. "Hope you're hungry."
"Smells great," Kurt breathed.
The two teens shuffled into the warm, dry shop, sighing in relief. Kurt turned away from Sam to shake the water off the umbrella. The taller teen took this opportunity to subtly ogle the delicate boy's perfect bum. In his father's shop. He quickly averted his eyes, searching the area for Burt Hummel.
And found the garage to be completely deserted.
"Where is everyone?"
"Oh! Um, my dad sent everyone home. We never get any business in this weather and since tomorrow is Saturday, the shop doesn't open until noon," he said. Kurt's cheeks pinked as he continued. "I told my dad we wanted to get your car up and running and he said we could stay."
Sam tried not to let his excitement about being alone with Kurt show too much. He wasn't ready to share the other teen yet, and was looking forward to any time they spent together; he just hoped he didn't end up doing something to completely blow his chances with the gorgeous teen.
"Do you want to eat in the office, or just spread a blanket on the floor or…?" Kurt asked.
"Blanket," he said immediately. Then more sedately, "There's a lot of stuff, I don't wanna mess up your dad's office and make him hate me." Really, he was kind of in love with the idea of taking Kurt on a picnic, and even though the venue was a little unusual, it totally worked. And since meeting Kurt, he may have a thing for cars.
Kurt scuffed his foot bashfully for a moment and then went to spread an old plaid blanket underneath Sam's Camaro. A light was dangling from nearby, illuminating the underside of his car, giving everything underneath a soft glow.
Kurt went over to a fridge Sam hadn't noticed and grabbed two bottles of water before toeing his shoes off and getting comfortable on the blanket. Sam followed suit, kneeling on the worn cloth and unpacking their lunch.
"I got fish and shrimp, since I didn't know what you liked best," he explained. "Some chips and salsa too."
The teens ate and their chatter came easily. Kurt pushed his plate away first, stretching out and patting his stomach in satisfaction. His foot brushed against Sam's thigh, causing the delicate teen to flush prettily. After a moment of silent panic, Kurt decided to ignore it, happy for any excuse to touch the gorgeous teen.
Inside, Sam was crowing in delight. He could tell the other teen was feeling shy about touching him so he chose not to mention their closeness. He noticed that the slender teen had stopped eating. "Full already?"
Kurt smiled ruefully and looked as Sam through his bangs. "Gotta watch my girlish figure," he said coquettishly. He managed to keep his face serious for a moment before giggling childishly. "I'm just full. And besides, since I quit camp, I didn't lose as much weight this summer as I wanted to."
Sam frowned. He grabbed the foot touching him and shook it gently. "Hey… you look great. Really. You don't… you don't need to do anything…" he trailed off uncertainly. He knew this was a dangerous topic, especially with someone you wanted to be your significant other. He'd watched Wes and David get flayed by their girlfriend du jour enough times to be cautious.
Kurt looked at Sam skeptically but just let it go with a shrug and a bashful "Thanks". Conversation continued as Sam finished eating and then the two boys threw all the empty containers into the takeout bag and pushed it to the edge of the blanket.
Kurt came back to the soft blanket and sprawled on his side, looking at Sam. The blond teen chuckled and settled himself on his side as well. The fair teen avoided his eyes and picked at a loose thread in the pattern. Sam wanted to reach out and take his hand, curl his fingers around the long, slender digits, softly kiss each knuckle.
And why shouldn't he? Kurt hadn't rebuked him for anything so far. Man up, Samuel he thought. Just reach over and—but then Kurt started talking.
"So… um, I kinda have to tell you something," he murmured.
Oh God, this is it. He has a boyfriend. He's secretly engaged. After meeting me he is totally off guys. "Yeah?"
" Um, I lied. Your car is ready, I just—I just wanted to see you."
Sam smiled. He gave into the urge and took Kurt's hand and brought it to his mouth, sweetly brushing a kiss against the other teen's trembling fingers. "You're kind of awesome."
Kurt looked up from the thread he had unraveled to see if the other teen was sincere. Seeing Sam's open expression and warm smile made him fluttery in ways that were dangerous to the skinny jeans he was wearing. He rolled over onto his stomach, gently squeezing the hand that was holding his.
Sam scooted closer which encouraged Kurt to do the same until there were only a few inches between them. While they had eaten, the rain had eased a bit, but it still fell in thick curtains around the shop, obscuring them from view.
Burt had bought a new radio for the shop, unable to stand the country music or "singing" he was subjected to by his employees. Now, it was set on some soft, contemporary station and Hailey Williams had found her only exception.
This time, Kurt was the one to make the first move. He squeezed Sam's hand and breeched the distance between them until the long lines if their bodies were pressed against one another, the delicious heat scalding them. Kurt's side pressed in Sam's stomach and he could feel the play of the blond teen's muscles underneath his shirt.
Sam felt his heart pound against his chest, swearing it skipped a beat. He remained still, letting Kurt initiate this contact. Kiss me, he thought. Kiss me.
Sam beamed at the smaller boy, bumping their foreheads together. Kurt released a shaky breath before pressing their lips together quickly and pulling back, gauging the blond teen's expression. Sam smiled beatifically before moving in for another kiss.
The tanned teen brushed his lips against Kurt's in a long, slow drag. The fair teen's breathing was audible and shaky, his hands clutching at Sam's shoulder and fisted in his shirt. Sam softly sucked at Kurt's lower lip, relishing in the smaller boy's surprised gasp
The two traded relatively chaste kisses back and forth, losing themselves in each other. Sam trailed his hand down Kurt's body, settling at his hip. He let his fingers stroke the skin he found there, turning to face him. Pulling Kurt flush against him he deepened the kiss, easing his tongue between the petite boy's lips.
Kurt brought his hands up to cup Sam's face, before rolling onto his back. The muscular teen broke the kiss, propping himself up on his forearm. He stared into the smaller teen's eyes, smiling at the dazed expression. He slid his hand from Kurt's hip to the quivering planes of his stomach, slipping his hand under the fabric. "Alright?" he asked.
Kurt nodded shyly, "Alright."
That was all the encouragement Sam needed before pressing soft, sucking kisses down Kurt's pale neck. He kept his eyes on Kurt's flushed face, noting what made Kurt bite his lip, what made his gasp. The delicate boy threaded his fingers in his thick, blond hair and tugged gently.
Sam looked up into Kurt's eyes and quirked an eyebrow in question, still kissing his neck all the while.
"Come back up here," Kurt whispered throatily.
And Sam did.
Sam presses his tongue inside Kurt's mouth slow and wet and hot and ugh, just perfect. And then it wasn't.
The two teens were startled apart by Kurt's cell phone shrieking To Sir with Love. Kurt cursed under his breath and looked to Sam apologetically. "Sorry, it's my dad."
Denied Sam thought ruefully. He sat up and set himself to rights while the other teen had a hushed conversation with his father. The rain was finally easing up but it still looked terribly bleak outside. Prolly just a break before it picks up again.
While Kurt spoke to his father, Sam checked his own phone. He had a few texts, mostly from Wes and David, teasing him about Kurt, sending him pictures of kissy-faces and suggestive phrases. Idiots, he thought fondly. But there was also one from his mom.
Did you make it to your friend's? Text me when you get this the weather is really bad…
He tapped out a quick apology for taking so long and assured her he was fine. He tossed his phone down and flopped back onto the blanket, wincing when his head connected with the cement under the blanket.
Smooth, Sam, real smooth.
Kurt giggled, drawing Sam's attention to the brunette teen. "Are you okay?" he asked with a grin.
Sam released an embarrassed chuckle. "I'm fine. Just, you know, my pride." The two teens laughed uproariously, grateful for the distraction.
"It's really coming down out there," Kurt remarks. "It's kinda crazy. But nice, you know."
And he did; he so did. "Yeah," he replied simply.
"Oh, um, my dad actually called because of the weather," Kurt began. "He's been watching the news and it looks like it's going to get worse before it gets better. There's a flood warning in effect. It, um, it looks like you're going to be here a while…"
"Darn," Sam says softly, sarcastically. He meets Kurt's eyes and smiles sweetly, loving the flush on the shorter teens face.
Sam stretched and kicked the takeout bag. He reached forward and scooped it up. "Where can I toss this?" he asks. Kurt points to a trash bin near his dad's office and the blond teen slips on his shoes before ambling over to get rid of it.
Looking into the office, Sam notices a pile of old VHS movies and sees some of his all time favorites, The Princess Bride and The NeverEnding Story.
"These movies yours?" He asks, jabbing at them through the glass.
"Uh, yeah," he replied bashfully.
"Awesome."
Kurt lit up and mumbled "You're awesome…" and then, "Want to watch one? I mean, we have time."
"Totally. Princess Bride?"
Kurt nods and slips into his own shoes before gathering up the blanket, shaking it out and shooing Sam into the office. The smaller teen tosses the blanket onto a low table in front of an old couch and sets up the movie.
Sam plopped on the couch and unlaced his shoes again, sighing and wiggling his toes in relief and settling against the armrest. He looked up to find Kurt fast-forwarding through the previews and toeing off his own shoes, nudging them into the corner with a socked foot.
Sam had a brief crisis, wondering if it could be, you know, normal to be attracted to a foot, even one as perfect and cute as Kurt's, and not be a total creeper. Sam shook off his potentially creepy attraction to the petite teen's foot as Kurt turned back to him, the movie playing behind him.
Sam had his arm over the back of the couch and patted the space next to him. The other teen curled into the space shyly. The blonde boy crossed his legs on the couch and grabbed Kurt's hand, entwining their fingers. The pale boy looked at their joined hands and then tentatively placed his head on Sam's shoulder.
As the movie progressed, Sam noticed a fine tremor in the other teen's body. "Cold?" he asked.
"Kinda, yeah," Kurt responded softly. "I just didn't want to move."
Sam felt the butterflies that always seemed to be present when Kurt was around go into a frenzy. He reached forward and snagged the blanket from the coffee table and draped it over the two of them, encouraging Kurt to cuddle into his side.
Perfect…
The two of them were awoken by a crack of thunder, the movie long since over and the TV quietly playing static in the background. Sam glanced over at the office clock.
8:32
"Shit," he murmured as he stretched stiffly. Kurt was leaning heavily on his arm, rubbing sleep from his eyes and staring up at Sam. The taller teen pressed a lingering kiss to the other boy's sleep-swollen lips, reveling in the freedom to do so.
"I don't want to, but I should probably get going," he whispered. "We still on for tomorrow?"
Kurt nodded as enthusiastically as his sleep addled mind would allow. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the adorable, drowsy, perfect boy in front of him. "Are you going to make it home?" he asked in amusement.
"Shush, you," Kurt scolded. "I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, have quite the ways to go. Text me when you get home?"
"Totally," Sam said goofily.
"Now go!" Kurt said with a mocking imperious wave as he laid down on the sofa, presumably for more sleep.
The blond teen sat on the coffee table, pushing his feet into his shoes and leaning over the other teen. Sam shook Kurt gently. "C'mon, Kurt, you gotta go too." Kurt made a disparaging sound and burrowed further into the couch.
The tanned teen rubbed Kurt's back insistently, using the opportunity to memorize the soft yet muscular plane of his back. "I'm can't be sure, but I have a feeling your dad would blame me for your disappearance if you didn't come home because you decided to sleep on an office couch. And I need you to be not grounded so I can see you tomorrow."
Kurt spoke into the cushions, his reponse muffled.
"What?" Sam asked through a laugh.
"I said, you're probably right," he responded thickly as he threw back the blankets. He stood shakily and toddled over to his shoes, jamming them on without untying them.
Sam folded the blanket and placed it on the couch. He patted his pockets, making sure he had everything he came with.
Check.
He looked to Kurt, reluctant to leave the boy. He gestured for Sam to precede him out of the office, hitting the lights and locking the door behind him.
Even with the massive cracks of thunder and lightning lighting up the sky, the rain had stopped. Well, for the moment. Even though he didn't want to leave, he knew he needed to take advantage of the break in the weather.
He help Kurt pull down and secure the garage doors until there was only one left. The teens stood under the doorway, looking at each other, unsure of what to say. Finally, Sam reached out and clasped Kurt's arm, holding him in place while he pressed a tender kiss to Kurt's lips, humming appreciatively when he reciprocated.
Before the kiss could become too deep, Sam pulled back regretfully as the sky crackled ominously. The blond teen looked to the sky and grimaced. Kurt nodded his head in understanding. "Go," he commanded softly.
With one last kiss, Sam trotted to the Vanquish, looking back at Kurt as he opened the door. With a wave, Sam got inside and buckled up. As he adjusted his mirrors, he saw Kurt shut the garage door and make his way to his Navigator. Noticing his stare, Kurt waved as he hopped into his SUV.
As Sam pulled out of the Hummel's garage and made his way home, he tried to contain his excitement. If today had been any indicator, tomorrow was going to be awesome. And with any luck, no one would fall asleep this time…
Kurt woke up bright and early the next morning, the butterflies in his stomach already working overtime. Last night, after the two of them had parted ways and managed to get to their respective houses, the boys ended up talking long into the night.
He managed to get home just in time to throw together dinner and placate his father for being absent (with a boy!) all day. Carole had looked on knowingly but had remained mercifully silent.
I could really come to love that woman, Kurt thought fondly.
Pushing the covers to the end of the bed with his feet, Kurt stretched languorously before slipping out of bed. Last night, the two teens had decided to meet at Sam's house at 10:30, which left Kurt a good hour and a half to get ready.
Oh, God! Should I have gotten up sooner? he thought frantically. Shaking the panic off, Kurt scurried into his bathroom.
He quickly shed his sleep clothes and turned the taps on, getting the desired temperature. Making sure his bathrobe and head towel were in place, Kurt stepped into the shower, sighing blissfully. He let his mind wander as he went through his routine.
Of all the things the two had talked about last night, whether or not this was a date had never come up. Both teens danced around the subject, too nervous to bring it up. Instead, they had agreed upon a time and place and moved onto other things.
Kurt had never felt this close to someone that wasn't in his family. Last night the two had touched on so many deep subjects; the loss of Kurt's mother, Sam's feelings of inadequacy, and on and on; nothing was off limits. Even so, there was one topic that Kurt dreaded coming up in conversation.
He was a carrier.
He had never shared that information with anyone outside his family, worried about their reaction. Sure, he could probably tell the girls, but it just felt… strange. He'd read enough horror stories online about carriers falling in love and getting pregnant only to be left by their partner once the baby had come, their purpose being served.
Carriers might be common knowledge, but they sure as hell weren't common.
Kurt was worried that he would be overshadowed by what he could do, so maybe it was best to play this close to the chest. For now.
Done showering, Kurt turned off the tap and emerged from the shower, squeaky clean and jittery with nerves. Wrapping himself in his terrycloth bathrobe (silk and wet skin is not pleasant, thank you very much) and swathing his head in a towel, the delicate boy made his way up the stairs to get some much needed coffee.
Kurt was thankful that, in a fit of preparedness, he had set the timer on the pot last night. The pale teen poured the scalding hot liquid in a mug and added just a touch of cream and sugar, savoring the strong brew.
Meandering back downstairs, Kurt placed his mug on his vanity and began the task of moisturizing and drying his hair. He attempted to move quickly, eager to get into his closet and pick the perfect sorta-kinda-date outfit. Maybe something to encourage a certain someone to make it official?
Slapping on the last bit of his skin care, Kurt unwrapped his towel and briskly dried his hair before combing it into place. With one last look in the mirror, he adjusted his bathrobe and opened his closet with great relish.
Kurt felt that familiar rush of comfort as he surveyed his clothes. He had checked the weather before he had finally drifted off to sleep last night and jeans would definitely be appropriate. The rain had brought a bit of cooler weather and he was going to take advantage of the fact that he could wear his jeans and not sweat to death.
After pulling on some boxer briefs, he slipped (more like wiggled and squirmed) into a pair of light blue skinny jeans, smoothing his hands down the thighs. He turned towards his tops and contemplated his options.
Sam seemed to be a more low-key guy, so maybe he should tone it down a bit. Fashion wasn't always comfortable but it was a plus when it was. Kurt finally settled on a pale yellow v-neck with a subtle floral pattern. Okay, so it was technically from H&M's women's collection, but he had killer collar bones and men's shirt didn't show them off as well.
Deciding to forgo a belt, he secured his favorite watch on his wrist (a delicate white and mother of pearl affair) and moved on to the shoes. He quickly laced up a pair of teal and yellow plaid Keds and surveyed his handiwork in the mirror.
Maybe just a little mascara…
After a quick sweep of clear mascara, he deemed himself ready and prayed to any deity that may be listening that his father wouldn't be in the kitchen. Kurt rarely wore makeup over the summer and one look at his eyelashes would give him away. He really didn't need a boy lecture right now.
Since the shop opened late on Saturdays, he may have a chance.
Or he could open his door and find his dad waiting for him on the other side, that was apparently an option too.
"Um, hey Daddy," he squeaked.
"Mrph," Burt replied, trudging into the living room and clicking on the news.
Kurt smiled fondly, nervousness dissipating. He fixed his father a cup of coffee and placed it on the end table at his elbow. He brushed a kiss on his forehead and went back into the kitchen. Still having time to kill, Kurt began to put away the dinner dishes.
Unable to wait any longer (and not willing to give his father time to interrogate him), Kurt ran downstairs to grab a light jacket. He took one last look in the mirror before grabbing a plain white cardigan and popping into the living room.
"Alright, Dad, I'm going to head out. I should be back later tonight, okay?"
"'Kay, Bambi. Love you, have fun," Burt replied sleepily.
"Love you too, Daddy," Kurt said tenderly.
Grabbing his keys and wallet from the basket on the hall table (and frantically checking for his cell phone six hundred times) Kurt made his way to his car and hopped inside. Tossing his cardigan in the passenger seat, he took his phone out of his pocket and checked it one last time.
One message from Sam
Cue the butterflies. Kurt opened the text with shaking fingers.
Cant wait to see you :)
If possible, the butterflies increased in number. Kurt swallowed his nerves and sent a quick text back.
I'm on my way :)
Kurt placed his phone in the cup holder and got buckled in and ready to go. As he started the car he heard his phone buzz against the console.
Awesome :D
Kurt was beginning to see that Sam was quite the "awesome" guy. Normally such ineloquence annoyed him, but it suited Sam rather well. Hell, the boy could do with a flaw or two; otherwise he was just too good to be true.
He shook himself out of his thoughts, needing to concentrate on the ride there. Kurt was fairly certain he remembered the way there and wouldn't get lost, but he kept his music low and his eyes on the road, just in case.
At 10:25 Kurt saw the Evan's long drive and bounced excitedly (and victoriously) in his seat. He parked next to the stunning Aston Martin and eyed it covetously before trotting up the steps and ringing the doorbell.
After a moment, Patricia answered the door and hustled him inside. "Hello, sweetheart! Sam will be down in just a second, he had to run up to his father's office. Can I get you a drink while you wait? Coffee?"
"Oh, yes please," Kurt replied. He liked Sam's mother and figured it couldn't hurt to get on her good side.
"C'mon into the kitchen, honey."
Kurt followed her into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar like he was bid.
"Cream and sugar?"
"Yes, please."
Patricia fixed two cups and stood opposite him at the breakfast bar.
After the two sipped their coffee in comfortable silence, Mrs. Evan's reached over and clasped his wrist. "Thank you for helping Sam, really. You've been so sweet to him."
"No problem," Kurt replied bashfully. He felt there was some kind of undercurrent to this conversation that he wasn't quite picking up on.
Thankfully, before the conversation could become more serious, Sam breezed through the door, panting and looking harassed. "Mom, have you seen R2?" he asked.
"Yes, dear, he's asleep in the laundry room," she replied humorously. With a jaunty wave and a pat on her son's back, Patricia Evan's flounced out of the kitchen and onto the veranda.
Sam focused on Kurt, gracefully slipping out of the barstool to face him. "Hey," he said softly.
"Hey, yourself," Kurt sighed.
Sam took a deep breathed and bounced on his toes in excitement. "You ready?"
"Absolutely," the pale boy replied.
Sam gestured for Kurt to exit the kitchen and followed behind him. He called a goodbye to his mother and ushered Kurt outside. Last night they had agreed to ride together and Kurt was crazy excited to ride in the Aston Martin. Sam opened the door for Kurt and the pale boy couldn't hide his pleasure at the gesture.
Kurt buckled himself in as Sam came around the car and situated himself. The Vanquish's engine purred to life and the blond teen rested his hands on the wheel, turning to look at Kurt. "Are you hungry? There is this really great place I know. And I find the fact that you've never had biscuits and gravy enough to break my Southern heart," he finished with a grin.
Kurt giggled and slapped his hands against his thighs. "Sounds perfect, though you seem pretty determined to make me break my diet."
Before Sam could berate him over this "diet" nonsense, Kurt held his hands up in surrender. "So what's the name of this really great place you know?"
Sam gave him a boyish grin as they were pulling out of his driveway. "Hattie's."
The two teens sat under a shaded bench, enjoying the weather and each other. Kurt's nose was buried in the menu; Sam had recommended just about everything on the menu, which wasn't making his decision any easier. The blond teen took this opportunity to admire the pale boy's features as he sipped his sweet tea.
Kurt huffed out an annoyed breath and closed the menu firmly. "Biscuits and gravy! There, I decided!" He pushed the menu towards Sam. "Don't let me look at it any more; I'll change my mind again."
Sam chuckled as he placed the menu on top of his own. Right on cue, Miss Alma's niece, Grace, came to take their order. Sam had decided on the Southern Breakfast, filled with eggs and bacon and sausage and pancakes and anything you could think of. Sam's felt his mouth water in anticipation. Sam and Kurt fell into easy conversation before Kurt got distracted by a family sitting at the opposite side of the dining area.
Two men in their early thirties sat at a small bench, holding hands across the table. Kurt was surprised to see the little girl sitting in a high chair, a perfect blend of the two men, being doted upon. The most surprising thing, however, was the lack of disgust present in the other patrons. Kurt felt oddly exhilarated and anxious seeing the couple; happy no one was saying anything and worried someone would.
Sam noticed Kurt's distraction and glanced in their direction. He recognized the couple; they were regulars and some of his mom's clients. When she wasn't hard at work at Michael Kors she had her own interior design firm.
"Isn't she adorable?" Sam asked.
"The baby? Oh, yes, she really is. Such pretty curls." Kurt responded, blushing at having been caught staring.
"Her name is Gabby. The one with the dark hair is Michael and the other is Alan; my mom helped them design the nursery. Alan is a close friend of my mother's; he's kind of like an uncle to me."
Sam could tell that something was bothering Kurt but he couldn't tell what. Before he could ask what the matter was, Kurt began speaking again.
"Was she adopted or…?"
"Oh, no, Alan carried her. They were thinking about adopting, but they really wanted to try to have one on their own. I know it took them a while…" Sam lowered his voice, making Kurt lean forward to catch what he was saying.
"When they first decided to have a family a few years ago, Alan got pregnant right away. But about three months in, he had a miscarriage. It was really hard on them and they decided to leave it be for a while. It really did a number on Alan, like, medically."
Kurt nodded solemnly, face softening sympathetically, before gesturing for Sam to continue.
"The doctors told them not to try to conceive naturally, and to consider adoption or surrogacy, because another pregnancy, or God forbid, another miscarriage, could really damage or kill him. They said that he might be depressed and sick for a while, as a side effect of him miscarrying. After a while, it didn't get better, and Michael convinced him to go to the doctor again."
Sam took a gulp of sweet tea, brushing his hair back from where it had fallen in front of his face during their hushed conversation. "Long story short, they did some tests and found out that Alan was five months pregnant and everything was looking great. They call Gabby their miracle baby."
Kurt swallowed thickly, before composing a response. "That's really amazing."
"Yeah, it is. I'm just so glad that Alan is okay. There so happy now; I hope that I can have that one day. The love and like, intimacy, not necessarily them being a carrier. That would be awesome, like icing on the cake, but I don't really care."
Sam hesitantly reached across the table and took Kurt's hand. He wasn't going to get ahead of himself and make any kind of declaration, they were nowhere near that point yet, but the pale boy did make him feel some intense emotions.
Kurt took a shuddery breath a looked to Sam. "I really want that too. I, uh…" Spit it out, Kurt! This is the perfect time! "I—I'm a carrier, too. You hear all these stories… And not everyone is okay with it. I—I just… You're the first person I've ever told outside of my family," he finished in a whisper.
"Hey," Sam cooed. "That's like, amazing." And he meant it. "Whoever you end up with should consider themselves lucky."
"You know, you're kind of too good to be true," Kurt teased through his tears (damn emotions!).
"Nah," Sam replied bashfully, cheeks heating. "Listen, I know you don't really know Blaine, but he's a carrier too. If you ever need to talk to someone that like, knows what you're feeling or whatever, he'd be more than happy to."
"I'll keep that in mind," Kurt said.
Thankfully, their food arrived, effectively breaking the serious atmosphere at the table. Sam rubbed his hands together in excitement, unwrapping his napkin from around his utensils and placing it over his lap. His momma done raised him right.
Kurt copied his motions. "This looks, and smells, really good."
"Mmhmm," Sam agreed, mouth already full.
"I don't know if I will be more impressed or horrified if you finish all that," Kurt taunted.
"Quiet, you. I wanna hear less talking and more eating from you."
Kurt just shook his head and dug in as well, feeling considerably lighter. Well, thanks to the biscuits and gravy, perhaps not for very long…
As the teens pulled into the mall's parking lot, Kurt was on cloud nine. While he had slipped off to the bathroom, Sam had paid for the both of them and refused to accept Kurt's money and he didn't once mention it being payback for fixing his car.
Sam parked the car, walking around the front and opening the door for Kurt while he gathered his sweater and phone. "Thank you," Kurt chimed.
"You're welcome."
Kurt crossed his arms in front of his chest, sweater draped over his folded arms. Sam came up behind the smaller teen and let his hand settle on the small of his back, gesturing towards Dillard's. "I doubt you'll let me get anything from there, but there is a Starbuck's right outside its entrance."
"You're a good man," Kurt replied gravely, subtly moving into the blond teen's large hand.
As they walked to their caffeine dealer, the two boys discussed what kind of suit they were going to be getting for Sam. The taller teen, having little knowledge of formalwear, decided to trust Kurt with this; it was his forte, after all.
"I'll just leave it to your discretion, though I do reserve veto rights," Sam said as they waited for their lattes.
"Don't worry. With my help, you're going to look fabulous," Kurt replied with a shark's grin. Scooping up their lattes (non fat for Kurt, of course), the pale teen directed them to Nordstrom. "I did a little research last night," he said by way of an explanation.
"Should I be worried?" Sam joked.
Kurt turned to the blond teen and patted his shoulder with a comforting look on his face. "It's easier if you don't fight."
Sam stood in the men's department in Nordstrom looking at the havoc they had created. It was as if a very small, very determined tornado had breezed through and then exploded onto him. The sales people were steadfastly steering clear of them, having been berated for their inferior taste and skills by Hurricane Hummel.
Sam didn't know that men's clothing came in so many varieties. Sure, Blaine was always going on about, like, vests and ascots and stuff, but Sam knew his role in those conversations was to nod politely and agree with whatever his dapper best friend had to say.
Not Kurt. Kurt expected feedback and opinions and… participation. Sam knew he was in way over his head, and after a few desperate and baffled looks, so did Kurt. Now he was serving as an elaborate shopping cart, listening as Kurt flit about, clearly in his element.
Finally, Kurt approached him and pointed towards the dressing rooms. Sam almost mentioned they were only allowed to bring in six items at a time, but the something about the fear in the sales people's eyes told him they weren't going to have a problem with their blatant disregard for dressing room rules.
Kurt pushed him into the handicap room and began to sort through the massive pile of formalwear, separating things by outfits. After a surprisingly short amount of time, Kurt turned to Sam a gestured towards the outfits. "Come out after each one. I'm going to go have a seat on the chair out there."
And then Sam was alone. Well, him and about seventy-five pieces of men's separates.
Sam shrugged out of his clothes and slipped into the first outfit; a classic black suit. After a quick look in the mirror, the blond teen shouldered open the door and shuffled into the hallway.
Kurt looked up from his phone and took in Sam's attire. Sam could tell from Kurt's thoughtful expression that this was not a winner. "Be honest," he said. "It's terrible, right?"
The pale teen made a chiding sound and shook his head. "No, not terrible. I highly doubt you could look terrible in anything, just not quite right. You're uncomfortable and it shows. Now, next," he said with a gentle shove.
Sam heaved a sigh of relief and all but tore the suit off. Next was a much more relaxed outfit; navy dress pants and a fuzzy sweater. No, not fuzzy, cashmere. Sam had a feeling he should finally learn these terms if he was going to hang around Kurt more. His mother would be pleased.
Stepping out, Sam saw Kurt's eyebrows raise appreciatively before he schooled his face into a mask of nonchalance. Sam spun slowly as Kurt stood up and approached him. The delicate teen turned Sam toward the angled mirrors, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
"This is nice," Sam ventured.
"It is," Kurt agreed as he smoothed his hand across Sam's shoulders. As the blond teen contemplated his reflection, Kurt allowed himself a moment to admire the broad set of Sam's shoulders, the muscular planes of his back. Kurt chanced a look at his backside, immediately flushing a bright red and regretting his decision.
Yeah, totally perfect, Kurt thought shakily. Drawing himself out of his embarrassment, Kurt continued his assessment. "As great as it looks on you, I don't think it's formal enough."
Sam visibly deflated. "I kinda figured it wouldn't be that easy."
"Hush," the smaller teen scolded. "You should totally get it if you can. Now, next outfit." And then Kurt was back on his chair, hoping it took Sam a few minutes to get into his next out so he could will away his blush.
Meanwhile, Sam was trying to tone down his Cheshire cat grin. He could tell that this outfit had an effect on Kurt. It was flattering; and Sam was going to have to get the other teen to try on some outfits of his own so he could return the favor.
As he peeled off the clothes, he set them aside in a "keep" pile. He slipped into the next outfit; fitted grey slacks, a lavender dress shirt, and a grey vest with a darker silk backing. Looking at himself in the mirror, even Sam had to admit he looked good.
Kurt sure knows his stuff.
Sam stepped out, hopefully for the last time, and gave an obligatory spin.
"Very nice. Sometimes, I forget how good I am at this," Kurt said with a wink. Then, more sincerely, "Lavender is really your color."
"Thanks," the taller boy replied, suddenly bashful.
"Normally," Kurt began. "I would totally make you try on the rest, just to be sure, but since you're new to this, I think I'll let you off the hook. Just this once."
Sam smiled at him winningly, scooping him into a jubilant hug. "You're the best!" he exclaimed as he set the petite teen down, not quite ready to let him go. He gave into impulse and pressed a quick, enthusiastic kiss to Kurt's forehead before releasing him and gently shoving him towards his chair.
Sam hurried into the dressing room and got back into his own clothes as quick as a flash, gathering both outfits he was going to buy. He emerged from the dressing room, victorious, and followed Kurt to a register.
After he paid for his new clothes, Kurt herded him towards the largest shoe store he had ever seen; until now, Sam had been an online/Payless kind of guy. Kurt navigated the rows expertly, gesturing for the taller teen to sit on the low mirrored seats, rifling through boxes.
"What size are you?" Kurt asked distractedly.
"Um, eleven."
Kurt selected a pair of grey suede dress shoes and waited as Sam laced them up. "Walk," the delicate teen commanded. Sam obliged, parading up and down the aisle. "How do they feel?"
"Good, comfortable. Way better than anything I have at home," Sam admitted.
"Well, that was far easier than even I expected," said the pale boy. He wiggled the now empty box at the taller teen, indicating he should put his own shoes back on. Before they knew it, the teens were exiting the store, having accomplished their goal.
Sam set his bags on a bench, rearranging them to carry them more easily. This part of the mall was relaxing, getting fewer customers than the rest of the mall for some reason, and he and Kurt were the only ones around. He looks to Kurt gratefully. "Seriously, thank you for helping me with this. It would have taken forever otherwise, and Blaine isn't nearly as fun to shop with. He hits on all the sales guys," he joked.
Kurt looked up into Sam's eyes in disbelief. "Why would I hit on someone else when I'm here with you?"
And Sam melted.
He abandons his shopping bags on the bench and grabs Kurt's hands, guiding them to his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around the smaller teen's slim waist, pressing him close. He leaned down and kissed Kurt slowly, tenderly, slipping his tongue, stroking it against the roof of his mouth.
He pulls back before they can get too lost in the moment, not wanting to be that gross touchy-feely couple in the mall; you know which one. He rests his forehead against Kurt's, remaining silent until the smaller boy opens his eyes and looks at him.
"I know it's early, and I know we haven't known each other for a long time, and it's nowhere near dinner time, but do you want to have dinner with me tonight? As a date? Like, an official date, because we never talked about what this really was," Sam asked quietly. "Please?"
Kurt laughed, a high, clear, happy sound, before responding. "Do you even have to ask? Of course I'll go to dinner with you!"
Sam pressed one last kiss to Kurt's upturned lips before releasing him and picking up his bags again. "So, where to next?"
After an enjoyable afternoon of shopping, the two teens collapsed into a booth in the food court, clutching their second lattes of the day. Piling their bags next to them, they laughed giddily, drunk off each other's presence and the high of new love.
As they settled into the cushions, Sam leaned his head against his hand and gazed at the boy in front of him. Kurt smiled back, idly tracing circles around the rim of his cup. "So," he says.
"So," Sam parrots. Then, "Where would you like to have dinner?"
Kurt sighed explosively before slumping dramatically against the arm resting on the table. "I'm the worst at deciding where to eat," he confided. "What are you in the mood for?"
You, Sam thought immediately. Oh my God, don't say that out loud!
Even though he kept his thoughts to himself, the blossoming flush on Kurt's cheeks told him he may have heard it anyway. His mom (and Blaine and Wes and David) said he wore his heart… and libido, apparently, on his sleeve.
Sam cleared his throat before responding. "Do you like the Cheesecake Factory? They have a little bit of everything. And killer cheesecake, obviously."
"I've never been, actually, but it sounds great. I've been trying to convince my friends to eat at places other than Breadstix for forever and this was at the top of my list," the smaller teen replied, blush still staining his cheeks.
Kurt excused himself to use the rest room and Sam pulled out his phone to check the time; just past seven o'clock. He noticed he had a few unread texts as well, all from Blaine.
How's it going?
Did you get something to wear? I hear Kurt's shopping prowess is legendary.
Is your silence a good or bad thing?
ANSWER ME! Just kidding, hope you're having fun :)
Sam smiled and shook his head in fond exasperation before sending a response.
Hey sorry i missed your texts. Its going great, got something to wear to the party.
Sam stretched stiffly, surprised at how beat he felt. This rivaled one helluva day at camp. Then his phone buzzed; a response from Blaine.
Great :) And how's it going with Kurt?
Sam tried to keep the goofy grin off his face, but ultimately failed.
Really good. I asked him to dinner, like on a real date. he said yes
Blaine's response was quick and simple.
:D
Just as Sam put his phone away, he spotted Kurt making his way back to their table. Sam idly spun his now empty coffee cup, smiling at the delicate boy as he took his seat across from him. Kurt responded in kind, taking a sip of his coffee before grimacing.
"Cold," he explained.
Sam scrunched his nose up in sympathy. "Did you want to head to dinner? It's right outside," he asked, gesturing to the well lit open air portion of the mall.
"Sure."
"Let's head to the car first, to get rid of these bags. I'll drive us back around," Sam suggested. Kurt nodded in agreement and they gathered up their purchases and tossed their finished coffees.
In no time at all, the two teens were seated on a long bench, waiting for their names to be called. They both stared into the dessert case, commenting to each other on all the sinfully delicious cakes they could see. Their debate over chocolate vs. caramel was interrupted by a hostess ready to seat them.
They lucked out, sliding into a private U-shaped corner booth, settling next to one another. Sam reached under the table and grasped Kurt's hand as they looked at the menus. Their waitress came over to take their drink order and read them the specials before leaving them to peruse the menu in peace.
"Everything looks so good," Kurt bemoaned. "I'll never be able to decide! And I thought Hattie's was bad…"
"Everything I've had here is really good," Sam said while focusing on the menu, squeezing Kurt's hands at random intervals. The smaller teen wiggled closer, hesitantly resting his head on Sam's strong shoulder.
"That doesn't help me decide," Kurt whined playfully.
"Do you want to just share a bunch of appetizers? Try a bunch of stuff?" Sam suggested.
"Yes!" the pale teen agreed enthusiastically.
When their waitress (Lisa) came back to take their order, they listed off a staggering amount of appetizers giggling when the server jokingly asked if they were sure they didn't want to just order one of everything on the menu before striding off to place their order with the kitchen.
"So," Kurt began. "How has camp been? How are things going with Finn?"
The two teens had discussed their respective episodes with the lanky teen on the phone the night before and agreed that he wasn't being hurtful in a malicious way; he reallywas just that clueless.
Sam sighed, gathering his thoughts before he responded. "Camp has been… okay. Finn hasn't caused any trouble for me, mostly for himself. He's been really off his game."
Kurt pursed his lips in annoyance. "Does finding that fact strangely satisfying make me a bad person?" he asked quietly, ruefully.
The blond teen gently nudged Kurt until he looked at him. "No," he responded softly. "It just makes you human. And even if it did, I'm right there with you," he finished with a smile. "I won't lie; watching him get tackled kind of makes my day."
Kurt laughed, as was intended, making the sour mood disappear. "You're going to try out, right?" the smaller boy asked.
"Yeah, I am. I know it may ruffle a few feathers, but I really, really like it. It's such a shame that that you won't be there, you were really good."
"Sam," Kurt implored. "You know why I can't…"
"I do. And that's why it sucks," he stated firmly before deciding to change the subject. "Do you do anything during the school year? Like clubs?"
"I'm in Glee club," the pale boy responded eagerly. "I take dance lessons too, but those are at a studio, not school."
"Oh, your school has a Glee club? I'll have to tell Blaine; he was in the Warblers," Sam began. "I should have known you were in something like that, with how much you love music."
Kurt smiled happily, glad the other teen had remembered. Their talks had been few in number, but long in length, and it was nice to know that Sam had actually listened.
"What's your range?"
Kurt was surprised by such a thoughtful question. "Oh, um, I sing countertenor." At Sam's baffled look, he elaborated. "Like a male soprano."
"Wow, that's impressive," he said, awed. And he meant it, which was the best part.
"Thank you," Kurt breathed. Suddenly, Kurt was assaulted by a memory of Sam's room. A guitar! "Do you sing? I noticed you had a guitar but…"
"Oh, um, well I guess I can. Blaine says I can, but I dunno. I'd rather play the music than sing to it. Maybe one day I could play and you could sing? I mean, I'd probably have to learn some of the music you like-"
Before the blond boy could finish, Kurt pulled him into a quick but jubilant kiss. Sam smiled at him radiantly, a question in his eyes.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"For just being you," he replied. It was cliché, but it was true.
Sam shrugged bashfully and Kurt watched as color spread high on his cheeks. Before the two could continue on this train of thought, the waitress arrived with the first of their appetizers. The next hour was spent laughing and eating the ridiculous amount of food they ordered.
Pushing away the last of their tiny plates, Sam stretched his arms above his head and collapsed back into the booth. Kurt was shaking his head at the table in disbelief. "I can't believe we ate all this food," he said for what must have been the tenth time.
"It's totally the shopping; we musta burned a ton of calories," the tanned teen explained.
"Please, this was nothing! You should see me on Black Friday," Kurt scoffed.
"I don't know that I want to," Sam joked. "I don't think I could handle it."
"Baby steps," the delicate teen reminded, patting his hand.
Sam turned his hand palm up, entwining their fingers once more. The waitress returned to the table.
"Dare I ask if you guys have any room for dessert?"
Kurt groaned as Sam replied "Of course!" Kurt looked to the blond teen in shock as the server finished clearing their plates, promising to return with a menu for them.
"You can't be serious!" Kurt exclaimed with a laugh.
"Totally! You can't come to a place called 'The Cheesecake Factory' and not have dessert. But, if it makes you feel better, we can share something," Sam relented.
If anything, the dessert menu was more daunting than the dinner menu. Sure, Kurt tried to eat well and exercise daily, but he had a secret sweet tooth; chocolate was his weakness. When Sam read aloud the description for the Dark Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake and noticed Kurt's sudden rapturous expression, he knew they found a winner.
When Kurt took the first bite, he made a sound he would be embarrassed about later; after the chocolate haze had passed. Sam, however, found himself in a bit of a pickle, and his condition had the potential to embarrass him right now.
When Kurt had practically moaned in ecstasy when he had the cake, Sam felt his cock begin to harden. His pulse quickened as Kurt basically sucked on the spoon. Be cool, Sam.
The pale teen turned to Sam. "Aren't you going to have some?"
"Uh, yeah. Just spaced out there for a second," he said quickly.
The two teens slowly finished their dessert; Kurt savoring the flavor while Sam tried to restrain himself from throwing Kurt down on the booth and seeing what other noises he could make. When the cake was finally gone, Sam was torn between being thankful he wouldn't have to listen to the obscene noises Kurt had been making and sad to see (hear) them go.
Unfortunately, Sam was now sporting a rock hard and hugely noticeable erection. Mercifully, the check hadn't come yet, giving him some time to will away his hardness.
Finishing his water, Kurt clutched his stomach. "Ugh, I feel sloshy now. 'Scuse me for a second," and then Kurt wandered off in search of the bathroom.
Sam sighed explosively as soon as he was out of sight, resting his head on his folded arms. He pressed up on the table, surreptitiously trying to adjust his erection in his pants, gratefully for the balled up napkin in his lap.
It was no use; the memory of Kurt "enjoying" his dessert was too fresh in his mind. But then, he imagined the look of horror on the petite boys face at seeing his massively inappropriate erection and sighed blissfully as he wilted.
There was a time a place for getting hot for your significant other but the first date certainly wasn't one of them. As Kurt returned to the table, Sam smiled up at him brightly, hoping to make up for any awkwardness that occurred during dessert.
As Kurt settled back into the booth, Lisa came back over to see if they needed anything else.
"I think we're all set," Sam said cordially.
"I'll just leave this here for you guys. Take your time," and she scurried away to take another table's order.
Sam grabbed the check, protesting when Kurt reached into his pocket for his wallet. "Nope, this is on me."
"But!" Kurt protested. "You paid for breakfast. And lunch yesterday!"
"And I asked you on a date, which means I pay," Sam said triumphantly.
"So if I ask you, does that mean I get to pay?" Kurt asked tritely, his smile taking the sting out of his words.
"We'll see," the blond boy said with a wink.
Sam slipped his card into the folder and placed the bill well out of the other boys reach, earning himself a playful glare. The waitress came by a scooped up the bill, promising to be back in a moment.
Abruptly, Kurt faced Sam more fully. He looked into Sam's eyes, gazing at him sincerely. "I wanted to say thank you for today. I had an amazing time. I never thought I'd get to do anything like this while I was stuck in this town. I—I'm really glad I met you."
"I'm really glad I arrive places ridiculously early when I'm nervous. I don't know that I would have had the nerve to talk to you if I hadn't seen you alone on that first day. You're… kind of intimidating."
Kurt looked at the table, tracing the wood grain with his finger. "I'm actually really shy, but you learn to act tough when you're on the bottom of the social totem pole," he said sadly.
"Hey," Sam soothed. "Don't think like that."
Kurt looked up at Sam and smiled ruefully. "No matter what way I think about it, it doesn't change anything. It's what they think."
"I guess we'll just have to change their minds," Sam whispered earnestly.
"You're sweet," the brunette replied just as Lisa brought his card back.
Sam left her a generous tip and signed the slip, glaring at Kurt when he tried to persuade him to let him leave the tip. Kurt held up his hands in surrender, gathering up his jacket and slipping out of the booth after the muscular teen.
They walked to the car, Sam reveling in the fact that Kurt leaned into the arm he looped over his shoulder. He opened the door and waited for Kurt to get settled before shutting it gently. He slid into the driver's seat, buckling up and revving the engine. Kurt sighed in mechanical pleasure.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were using me for my family's cars," Sam teased.
"You caught me. Totally using you," Kurt said with a mock-guilty shake of his head, sharing a silly smile.
"So," Sam said. "If I hold your hand are you going to lecture me on the dangers of driving one-handed?"
Kurt smiled sweetly. "I think I can let it go, just this once."
"Cool," Sam replied, reaching over to take Kurt hand in his own, resting them on the boy's trim thigh.
Far too early for either of their liking, Sam was pulling into his drive way, headlights illuminating Kurt's Navigator as they drove by. They reluctantly let go of each other, climbing out of the Aston Martin.
Sam followed Kurt to his car, the smaller teen's heart hammering in his chest. He turned to face the taller boy, feeling a rush of attraction all over again.
Sam is more amazing then I could have ever imagined he thought incredulously. And, for some reason, he's interested in me.
"I know I sound like a broken record," Kurt began. "But I really had an amazing time. And I'm really glad your grandmother demanded you wear a suit, otherwise this may not have happened."
Sam laughed, as Kurt intended. "Oh, it would have happened. I just would have found some other convenient excuse to get you alone. I had been thinking of them for a week when my mom told me that."
Kurt's heart soared. "Well, then."
"Well," Sam echoed.
Sam stepped towards him, drawing him closer before pressing him against the black SUV. He angled his head, slanting his lips over Kurt's own. He kept the touches light a first, teasing brushes, before kissing him more firmly.
They both breathed through their noses, hot breath whooshing between them. Sam smiled against Kurt's lips, garnering the same reaction from the other boy. He used this to his advantage, pressing his tongue inside and taking the kiss from leisurely to passionate.
Kurt gasped pleasantly, slowly mimicking Sam's slick caress. Encouraged by the taller boy's appreciative murmur, Kurt pressed onto his tip-toes, clutching at Sam's broad shoulders more firmly.
Kurt was pliant and enthusiastic, and Sam was happy to respond in kind. He let his tongue retreat into his own mouth, humming happily when the pale boy's tongue followed. Sam slid a thigh between Kurt's legs, eliciting a sharp gasp before a near-silent moan.
Sam pulled back for a moment. "Okay?" he breathed.
"So okay," Kurt replied, and then they were kissing once more.
The delicate teen experimentally nibbled Sam's full bottom lip, holding back a smirk when the muscular teen all but purred.
My teacher's have always said I was a fast learner he thought smugly.
Before he could get too smug, Sam pulled away and kissed a quick path to his ear. Since his almost-kiss/ear molesting with Jesse earlier this summer, Kurt had tried to put the hot stab of pleasure he had felt when he had turned his head to avoid being kissed. It's just his luck that Sam would do the same thing, only deliberately.
The blond teen nipped his ear lightly, causing Kurt to stiffen in pleasure.
Interesting, Sam thought, lust curling in his belly smokily.
Before the taller teen could shamelessly exploit his newfound knowledge, the sound of the front door opening drew them apart.
"Sam?" his mother called.
The blond teen stepped into his mother's line of sight, Kurt trailing after him. "Right here," he answered.
"Oh, just checking!" she called, relieved. "I saw the car in the drive but you were nowhere to be found. Just wanted to say goodnight."
"Night, mom."
"Night, honey. You too, Kurt!" Patricia chimed.
"Goodnight!" he replied dutifully. And with that, Patricia glided up the steps and disappeared into the house.
The teens looked at each other before cracking up, breaking the tension of almost being discovered making out like crazy by a parental unit. "I think that's my cue," explained Kurt, dismayed.
"Yeah," Sam mourned. "Text me when you get home?"
"Absolutely," he promised.
Sam leaned forward and placed a silly, smacking kiss against the smaller boy's lips. Kurt laughed before bestowing his own goodbye peck. Sam backed away as Kurt reluctantly left for home. With one last wave, Sam jogged up the steps and into the house.
Locking the door behind him, Sam raced up to his room. His earlier problem had come back with a vengeance and it demanded attention now. Quickly stripping, the muscular teen strode into his en suite bathroom, swiftly turning on the shower and stepping inside before the water could warm.
The sudden cold blast of water did nothing to quell his libido. Unable to draw it out, Sam braced himself in the corner of his large tiled shower and encircled his throbbing cock. He stroked himself quickly and efficiently, grunting softly. He was too wound up to handle this with finesse.
He bucked his hips into his hand, tightening his grip and using his thumb to stroke over the sensitive head. He squeezed his eyes shut, already so close to the edge. With a final twist over his straining flesh Sam came with a desperate, throaty groan.
He slid to the floor shakily, attempting to catch his breath. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or relieved he had finished so quickly. Being near Kurt all day had been torture at times, but so, so worth it. With a groan, the tall teen forced himself upright, swiftly finishing his shower.
As Sam emerged from the bathroom he could hear his cell phone buzzing against where he had dropped it on the floor. He snagged it from its resting place, anxiously glancing at the screen. It was Kurt, of course.
Home safe :)
Sam smiled inanely, sending back a quick good. He slid on a pair of boxers and toweled the excess wetness from his hair. Collapsing back onto his cool sheets, he wiggled into the comfort of his soft bed. Fe felt his body go limp, muscles easing blissfully, such relaxation only possible after a long day.
An amazing day Sam thought idly. His phone buzzed once more.
I forgot my bags in your car :(
Sam facepalmed before grinning lazily.
I guess I'll just have to bring them to you tomorrow :)
Oh my gosh, I am so sorry this is so late!
It's the last few weeks of spring semester, and things have been kind of hectic. Not to mention I went to a Lady Gaga concert and screamed myself into exhaustion that last for, like, a week. I wanted to get this out before things got really crazy. It's the last week of classes and then next week is finals, but I am confident I'll procrastinate enough to get something out :P
I hope you liked it! I'm still a little iffy on the carrier bit, so let me know what you thought. Sorry for the lame/little bit of smut. I just don't feel like it's time for them to get naked together yet :(
Love!
