Because i have no resistance to peer pressure whatsoever.

For snow-leopard-demon24 and STARZHEI who both inspired this. It follows from yesterdays but still kinda-ish manages to fit a bit of my first-kisses theme.


Even though they'd left the bar about an hour before they were still sat on a bench in the same moonlit park they'd arrived in ten minutes after having run out of it.

After laughing and sprinting down the street hand in hand they had had to stop where they were and get their breath back before they had slowed their pace to a more casual walk, Kurt shyly slipping his hand into Sam's as they ambled along. When they had reached the park and seen it practically deserted it had seemed like fate, and they had looked at each other silently and immediately made their way over to the wooden bench under the large oak tree that stood proud and tall over one corner.

Since then they had been talking about a myriad of different topics, from Broadway shows to football. Kurt had slowly learnt that Sam, although looking like a Greek god, still had a soft and sensitive side, and that he was doing overtime at the job he was now unsure about keeping because he was sending some of his paycheck home to his family to help out with his younger sister and brother, twins, after their family's financial problems. He also learnt that he even knew of some designers that Kurt himself loved, like McQueen and Marc Jacobs.

Sam, loving the way Kurt's eyes sparkled when he talked about his passions, was surprised to learn that he'd been raised in a mechanics garage and that he could take apart an engine and put it back together again in under forty five minutes, as well as a million other things that he couldn't even understand, like carburettors and spark plugs and god knows what else. It seemed to make him even sexier when he confessed that although he loved his clothes (Sam loved them too!) he felt really comfortable in overalls too.

And when he confessed that he'd been on his high school football team and their cheerleading squad Sam felt like he'd found his perfect man. Not to mention his witty remarks and hilarious bitchy comments as they watched the world go by from under the canopy of their tree.

"What does she think she's wearing? She's about fifty and has no skin elasticity any more, plus skin like old leather, how in the world does she think she can pull off skin-tight neon pink lycra? I think my eyes are burning!"

He had no choice but to laugh as the unfortunate woman, who did in fact look garishly hideous, power walked around the corner and out of sight. Kurt was absolutely spot on and she did in fact look hideous, and the smaller man was wonderful company as he started to comment on someone else's fashion faux pas.

Kurt saw a look in Sam's eyes as he laughed that he could only describe as complete warmth and affection, and he was starting to feel that suddenly, finally, he spell of disastrous relationships was coming to an end. Out of rather, um, interesting beginnings, they seemed to have a great repartee and he was having more fun that he could remember ever having on a date even though he was just sat chatting on a park bench with a nearly complete stranger just like teenagers.

Sam rolled his eyes again and then, to distract Kurt before he could see a particularly awful outfit sported by an eighty year old walking her dog, shifted even closer on the bench and changed the topic of conversation.

"So, what made you end up in that bar with your mohawked friend then?" He asked, laughing a bit on the word 'mohawked'.

Kurt giggled too, and rolled his eyes, agreeing with Sam as he said "Yes, that mohawk is ridiculous! I've been telling him to get it shaved off since high school and he hadn't ever listened to me. Clothes advice he will willingly ask for, but if I even dare to diss the 'mawk, well... Let's just say that it's not pretty."

They both laughed at that and then he carried on, answering Sam's question properly.

"Well, he's my best friend and we wanted to just get out the flat, he works from there and I've been helping with a huge project these last few days, I don't think I've been outside in at least two. It was needed, and that was the first place we came to, we were to lazy to go and find anywhere else." He laughed.

Sam chuckled and then looked quizzical, asking "When you say project, what does he...?"

Kurt smiled at him (and god no that did not make Sam's heart turn flips in his chest!) and then said "He's a designer, artistic stuff, you know, a bit like architecture but not necessarily for buildings. I help out when I can, but he's so much better than me really."

Sam was sure that Kurt was being modest, because that just seemed like the kind of person he was, but then thought about it and said wistfully "I wish I could've done that. I ended up in a dead end office job because I couldn't get anything else, but I used to love to draw! I was a complete nerd back in high school, I used to draw comic strips and stuff like that." He smiled self consciously.

Kurt's eyes brightened as he had a brainwave and his grabbed Sam's arm excitedly, practically hopping in his seat.

"Sam, you should come and work for Puck! He's always saying how he needs an assistant, that's why I have to help out, and it means you don't have to back to that crap job with those assholes!"

Smiling slowly, Sam realised that Kurt was being serious and he too felt slightly giddy that he was going to be able to get away from the idiots that he worked with. He squeezed Kurt's hand and said "Really? That'd be wonderful; I couldn't even ask for better, I'm so glad! Oh, thank you so much!"

Kurt blushed bashfully but said "It's the least I could do for my saviour, I would've been shark bait without your help."

Sam too blushed when he heard Kurt say that, but before he knew it he was leaning in to Kurt as he smiled and looked into his eyes.

"Thanks. And you're welcome."

Then he slipped a hand behind Kurt's head and let his fingers slide between his silky hair as he pressed his lips gently against Kurt's, closing his eyes when his smooth ones kissed black lightly. After a few seconds he pulled back and rested his forehead on the brunette's locking eyes with him.

Kurt looked up into Sam's green eyes again and whispered "What was that for?"

Sam blushed and replied "That should have been our first kiss."

"Then it will be."

As Sam closed his eyes again and smiled, hugging Kurt to his chest, he heard loud whooping coming from behind them, and then angry shouts could be discerned as they pulled apart and looked around.

He groaned when he recognised the guys from his work, obviously even more drunk than before, walking through the park looking menacingly at them.

Looking apologetically at Kurt he squeezed his hand and said under his breath "Ignore them. Just let me deal with it. I'm sorry you got dragged into this."

Just as Kurt was about to reply he saw one of the tougher looking ones saunter drunkenly up to them and glare, looking at Sam before his gaze switched onto him.

"Fucking faggots! Just tryin' to convert every guy you see, you need to just piss off and take your fucking freaky shit somewhere else!" He slurred, advancing menacingly on them both.

Kurt was immediately riled up, and very pissed when the guy implied that he purposefully tried to 'convert' other guys, and he was about to say something when Sam stood up.

Taking a deep breath he looked at the guy who he knew he wouldn't eve have to see again, and set his jaw.

"You don't get converted you fuckwit, you're born like this, so get out of our faces and spread your shit somewhere else. If you can't deal with us loving each other just like the rest of you guys and your girls then I think it's you who should piss off, 'cause I don't think we wanna go anywhere. Do we Kurt?"

He looked back around and was overjoyed to see Kurt standing right beside him with a determined look on his face, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes.

"No, I don't think we will. I have just as much right to love who I love as you do and I don't see me changing my mind any time soon." He said, eyes flashing as they looked outraged.

"You're both fucking disgusting, you'd better not show your ass at work on Monday Evans 'cause there's no way we're working with a faggot like you!" The one a few metres behind the first said, and Sam just smirked as he took Kurt's hand.

They exchanged a smile and then Sam walked towards them, Kurt following, as he said "Good thing I've got a much better offer then! I hope you have fun in your shitty little dead end job while I've got prospects, because despite your narrow minded views you're still a load of useless dicks who can't be bothered to got off your asses and do anything with your life. I'll collect my stuff on Monday and that's the last you'll see of me."

As they spluttered and tried to come up with a decent comeback he squeezed Kurt's hand as a signal to follow, and then walked past them, glaring as he did so, until they were out of the park and walking down the street in the direction of the bar they'd been in in the first place.

As they walked, Kurt's head on Sam shoulder, he looked up at the blond and said "I promised Puck I wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Are you gonna make me break it?"

Winking, Sam shook his head and practically dragged him down the street towards his own apartment.


A/N: So, hopefully you liked it even though it was a little out of norm...

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