A/N: All right guys. You get the first twelve at once because I have already published them on other sites. Now I will update every three days like I do there. The next update will be on Wednesday November 17.
Knowing that he had to tell Kurt about his crush and actually doing it were two completely different things, Sam learned. He had had it all planned out: telling Kurt straight out during tutoring and maybe asking him to a movie or something. Hey, no one ever said that his plan had to be elaborate.
He arrived at the Hummel residence the next Monday, palms sweating slightly. It was now or never, right? He could do this. Right?
Wrong. He realized that he could not do this. Nope. Not a chance. The door opened as he paced the porch outside. "Mr. Evans. Is there a reason why you are stalking my house on this lovely evening instead of knocking like a sane person?"
He looked up. Bad idea. Kurt was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed with an amused smirk on his face. His dark blue blazer and tight black pants really were more tempting than they had any right to be. "No. No reason."
"Do you want to come in then? Or are you finding the porch more to your liking?"
"Inside's fine." He crossed the threshold, thankful that Kurt was behind him. That way he could neither stare at the other boy's ass or sprint all the way back home, both of which he would not have been able to resist had their positions been switched.
"You ran out so fast on Friday I didn't get a chance to hear what you thought of our performance."
Right. Their performance. That was a touchy subject. "It was…um…it was really good, Kurt."
He beamed. "I should hope so. It took me long enough to convince Mr. Schue to let us do Britney in the first place. And after all of that, he only did it to impress Ms. Pillsbury."
"The guidance counselor?"
"Yes. He's been pining after her for a year now. Although, he's not married anymore, so he's free to go after her, I suppose."
"It sounds like there's a story behind that."
"Yes, but it's long and complicated and we are here for Pre-Calculus, not the woes of Mr. Schue's love life."
Kurt pushed him towards the stairs and down into the basement. "So. What are we working on today?"
"Graphing."
Kurt hissed slightly as he sat down on the couch. Sam looked up, alarmed. "I hated graphing."
"Me too. I just… there's a pattern to it and I can't remember it."
Kurt got up. "Let me get my graph paper."
Sam watched him. Not a good idea. Look somewhere else. The ceiling. The stairs. The bed. No, not the bed. That was a worse idea than watching Kurt. What the hell is the matter with you?
"Got it!" Sam glanced up to see the younger boy wave the graph paper around and then frown. "Are you okay?"
Me? Just fine. Just trying to tell you that I can't stop thinking about you. "I'm good."