Trouty Mouth and the Leprechaun
Author's Notes: I actually don't have any notes this time! Just thank you for your support and reviews, it makes me want to keep going. Oh yeah, by the way, you Klaine shippers will find a lovely little treat in this chapter. ;)
Recap: Rory joined the swim team, Sam got a job, and the kids are getting closer to finding out exactly what their relationship is all about and that's what you missed on Glee!
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Episode 14: Drama Free is the Way to Be?
Mr. and Mrs. Evans took the kids to a movie and Discovery Zone for the afternoon so that the boys and their friends could have some time without younger interference.
"All you're missing is a hot tub," Blaine said, taking a look around the pool. "I can't believe what a nice place your folks got for so cheap."
"Foreclosures, baby, foreclosures," Sam said jokingly. "If it wasn't for that, there is no way in hell we could have afforded it otherwise."
Kurt was wearing a fashionable tank top and a pair of swim shorts, while Blaine wore something more along the lines of the very short trunks Rory had. If anyone had walked in on the group, they would have been convinced a porno was about to be filmed. Trunks didn't leave but so much to the imagination.
"Come on Kurt, get in. Then we can play volleyball with even teams," Blaine pleaded.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I didn't bring any extra hair gel, and I told you, it's not good for my skin."
"My mom has moisturizer and Rory has more than enough hair gel to go around. As long as you moisturize within a half hour of getting out, you'll be fine," Sam fibbed. He really had no idea about the moisturizing tip, but it sounded good.
Kurt sighed. "I'll think about it. Go do your laps first. I'll clock you."
Blaine and Rory got ready to push off from the shallow end, waited for Kurt's signal, and then jettisoned away from the wall, swimming toward the other side. Rory still hadn't gotten to where his shoulder was cooperating fully, so he was a little slower than Blaine.
"Good try, Rory. Considering you're still getting your arm up to par, you put in a good effort," Blaine commented. He gave him a high five and then they raced another lap. Sam stayed off to the side but then challenged them to a final lap.
"Okay boys, get ready because I am gonna beat you both," Sam announced.
"You're still full o' energy, that's not fair," Rory complained.
Giving him a smug grin, he got on the wall, ready to push off. Rory and Blaine followed suit and Kurt called the signal. Sam got a good start but Blaine overtook him.
When the laps were over, Rory and Blaine celebrated Blaine's victory, teasing Sam.
"I took it easy on you!" Sam claimed.
"Sure ye' did," Rory teased some more. Sam grabbed him and dunked him underwater.
"You might be the faster swimmer, but I'll take you in volleyball!" Sam declared. "In fact, come on Kurt, you can be on my team and we'll both kick their butts!"
After much more coaxing, they managed to get Kurt in the water, albeit with a little complaining. At least until he made his first spike.
The played three games, Sam and Kurt winning two out of three. Rory and Blaine claimed fatigue, but Sam called bullshit on them.
By about four, their guests were ready to go, Sam and Rory needing to clean up and get ready for their date a couple hours later.
"Can I borrow your shower?" Blaine asked. "I want to get all of this chlorine off, it makes my skin feel tight when it dries."
"Sure. Down the hall, on the right. Extra towels in the hall closet. Help yourselves," Sam replied.
Kurt was about to ask about the moisturizer and hair gel – two things promised him when he agreed to get in the water – but Rory was two steps ahead and already had brought them out for him.
The two boys went into the bathroom to shower, but Blaine had slightly more sinister intentions for his boyfriend than just a simple lather, rinse, and repeat.
Kurt stripped down and got in the shower, sighing in happiness as the 'ickiness' was washed away. Blaine stepped in front of him, shampoo in hand. Like the gentleman he was, he started to lather up Kurt's hair, massaging his scalp in the process.
When he rinsed it out, Blaine pressed himself against Kurt's naked body and began to kiss him, tasting the fruity flavor of his waterproof chapstick.
"You taste so good, like you always do," Blaine whispered. Kurt, only having recently broached into the sexual realm, was far less vocal in his arousal and other sexual feelings, but in their short time exploring, Blaine had come to understand exactly how Kurt's reactions translated.
Blaine felt Kurt begin to get excited, their erections pressing against each other, rubbing together in the slick soapy water.
Breaking away from their kissing, the junior reached up to condition Kurt's hair, again working his fingers into his scalp, eliciting quiet moans of pleasure. He pressed himself up against him again, reaching around with his hands to cup Kurt's ass.
"Blaine, stop," Kurt protested playfully. "We're guests!"
Blaine kissed him again, squeezed his cheeks. "That just means don't leave a mess," he replied in kind. He began to grind his hips, their dicks slipping and sliding between them, sending shudders of pleasure through their bodies.
In Sam and Rory's room, the pair giggled as they speculated what was going on in the bathroom with their friends.
"I don't picture Kurt being all that into, ye' know, being sexy," Rory giggled. "He's so picky about his skin."
"Sometimes people surprise you. For all we know he could be a total freak in the bedroom. They could be in there right now, Blaine handcuffed to the pipes while Kurt rides him like a pony," Sam suggested.
"I doubt that," Rory insisted. "Fooling around a little, but not that sexy." The two boys continued to speculate, Sam giving them more credit for what they did behind closed doors, while Rory gave Kurt at least a far more innocent demeanor.
Back in the shower, Blaine had moved on to stroking Kurt with his slick, soapy hand, teasing his head with his thumb on every upward stroke. Kurt was struggling to stay standing, quietly enjoying the sensations in his crotch.
Blaine suddenly felt him shudder as he had his orgasm, only his deeper breathing being the audible clue that he was in heaven. They continued to kiss as Blaine stroked himself to orgasm, struggling to keep quiet as it was in his nature to want to make noise.
Both boys sated, they cleaned up, finished their shower, and got dressed. When they joined their friends, Kurt had a slightly embarrassed look on his face as Sam gave them that knowing look – the look that said he knew exactly what they had been up to. Blaine on the other hand just grinned innocently.
"They surely did something fun in there," Sam said after their friends left. "Did you see the looks on their faces? Totally guilty."
"Ye' sound like… like ye'r curious about them," Rory said, his tone not accusing, but inquisitive.
"Nah, not really. Kurt is a bit too… he's not very masculine. Kind of doesn't attract me. Blaine's very handsome, but he isn't you," Sam replied confidently. "Why, are you?"
Rory shrugged. "I think I am just curious about their relationship. I mean, I have never seen another man and man relationship, so I am wondering if they are the same way that we are, or if they're different."
"What do you mean?"
"Uh, like do they spend all the time together like we do? Do they kiss and cuddle and just lay next to each other? Do they hold hands and laugh about the same sort of things we do? Do they have sex the same way we do?"
Sam scratched his chin. "Sounds to me like you just want to know if all relationships work the same way." Rory nodded at him. "Every relationship is different. Guys, girls, whatever. Me and Quinn went out on dates more often, made out a lot but never had sex. There was more actual affection and emotion involved. But Santana? That was just a constant sex fest. There weren't any real emotions there."
Rory looked a little confused. "With you there's everything. Amazing sex, affection, emotions. Love. There isn't really anything missing," Sam told him. "Why's it matter anyway? There aren't any rules or anything. Nothing that says a relationship has to be this or that."
"I suppose it doesn't matter. I never had a relationship before, so I guess I want to make sure I do e'erything right. I don't want to mess anythin' up," Rory admitted to him.
Sam hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "You're a perfect boyfriend. Quit worrying. You do everything right."
By six thirty they were ready to go. BreadstiX wasn't fancy by any means, but it was still a nice sit down restaurant, so they dressed nicer than usual. Sam wore a nice pair of black slacks and a tucked in polo shirt while Rory wore black slacks with a tucked in button down shirt with a bowtie he borrowed from Blaine.
"The bowtie is cute. You got that idea from either Blaine or Artie," Sam observed.
"Blaine let me borrow it. It's one o' the few plain ones he had. I like it."
They went to dinner, making idle chitchat but mostly just grinning back at forth at each other. They had reached the stage where a comfortable silence was just fine, and no longer awkward.
"What do you want to do for your birthday?" Sam asked him when they were waiting for their dessert to be brought out.
Rory shrugged. "I didn't think we had to do anything. It's not a big deal to me."
"You'll be sixteen! Here that's a big deal. It means you can drive, get a job. It means we don't have to worry about who knows about us. It's the age of consent. That's something to be excited about."
"We still don't have to do anythin' special, Sammy. Just spendin' time with ye', that's plenty for me."
Sam looked dissatisfied. "Fine, if you don't know of anything you want to do, then I'll have to do something for you. You're gonna have a good ole' American birthday! Evans style!"
"Don't go to any trouble Sammy, I just want to spend the day with you." Sam nodded at him and grinned, already knowing in his head that he and his mother were planning something spectacular.
-ooo-
Monday morning, the entire school was abuzz with life. People were gossiping amongst each other more than usual, crowded out in the halls, a few even crying.
"What the heck happened?" Sam asked, but nobody was paying attention to them. "Let's find Rachel, if anyone know what's going on, it's her."
The pair walked to the next hall to find Rachel at her locker, smiling brightly. "What's going on around here?" Sam asked her.
"The most wonderful news! You won't believe it, it's finally happening!" she squealed in delight.
"Is Barbra Streisand doing a concert or something?" Sam replied. That was about the only thing he could imagine Rachel beaming over so wildly.
"Principal Figgins just announced.. oh I can barely contain myself!"
Luckily, Finn showed up at that point to join in the excitement. "Did you guys hear about the slushie machine?"
"No… did it blow up or something?" Sam asked.
"Well, no, but close enough. The school board declared that it had to be removed. They're taking it out of the cafeteria right now," he explained.
"You mean…" Sam began.
"No more slushie facials!" came the cry of three more glee club members; Tina, Mike, and Artie.
"Never again will I be subjected to low flying slushie cups. Do you know how many of my white shirts I had to throw away from the stains?" Artie exclaimed. "The stocks in bleach are gonna go down now that I won't need as much!"
"Wow, this is amazing," Rory commented. "Too bad they didn't do that sooner."
They stood lined up next to the lockers as the large drink machine was being wheeled down the hall toward the slushie truck that would be taking the beloved ice treat maker out of the school forever.
The rest of the day, most of the student body was in mourning over the loss of their beloved slushie machine, but every single glee club member was all smiles, elated at their newfound freedom from sticky syrups and cold ice.
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Coach Roz seemed more full of herself than usual. She had her guppies racing up and down the lanes like sharks were chasing them.
"I had a dream, guppies! And I have a dream for you! If you plan to win an Olympic medal, then you have to work harder! I did my forty acres in the pool and look where I am now!"
I 'ave to give her credit. She had her dream and she got it with her determination. I hope I can be that way about somethin' someday.
"Rory Flanagan! Get your strange sounding self over here!" Roz ordered. "You got that fire in your eyes boy, that fires burnin' bright, but it's time to up your ante! I want to see you in that pool, and I want to see you swim some laps overhand."
Rory looked at her like she was nuts. He hadn't even practiced overhand since he had first tried out. He would have protested, but he had learned quickly that Coach Roz was never to be questioned. He was gonna have to do it at some point anyway.
Rory dove into the pool, then just kept going, popping back up to switch to an overhand technique. It was going alright at first, then it started to ache again.
"Come on, work that arm or it'll never do ya any good! Let's go!" Roz hollered to him. By the third lap it was really aching bad, but Coach Roz kept urging him on, helping him to power through it.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Roz shouted. "Two more, two more!"
Rory wanted to stop, wanted to just quit flailing his arms and rest. He wanted to lay back and float, let his body relax and quit moving, but none of that was an option. If he stopped, Coach Roz would throw him off the team, and that would be entirely too humiliating. He'd never be able to face Sam again, either.
Wincing (which is not the easiest thing to do underwater without swallowing the pool), he forced himself to keep going. He kept telling himself it was only two more laps.
When he finally reached the end of his laps, Roz shouted for him to get on to the locker room and dress out.
He stood alone in the shower room, the water so hot it was making a thick steam cloud. He stood sideways so the water was rushing directly on his shoulder, heating the muscles. His skin felt on fire from the heat, but his arm itself felt like it was burning deep inside.
He wanted to rip his arm out of the socket but it would go away soon enough. It was getting better.
He was just finishing up as the football team was coming in from practice. He was already dressed, thankfully. Anytime he was around the buffer guys who had more muscle and bigger builds, he felt self-conscious and inadequate since he was smaller framed.
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"I think tomorrow I want to sing my Irish song for glee club," Rory stated in the middle of a heated game of Madden NFL.
Sam dropped his controller in excitement. "Wait! You promised you'd sing to me first! In Irish I mean!"
"I will, now pick up ye'r controller and take ye'r penalty," he replied.
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah. I forgot in my excitement," Sam said, hanging over the side of the bed to pick the controller up off the floor. He started to slide just a little, so Rory grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans.
Sam pulled himself up and kissed him, started to put his hands all over him. Rory kissed him but then pushed him off. "Hey, what the-?"
Rory got up and turned off the lights, then sat next to him. "Just be quiet, listen to my voice, Sammy," he said softly. Sam grinned as Rory climbed into his lap, facing him in the darkness.
He began to sing softly, the words making no sense to Sam, but sounding beautiful nonetheless. The words flowed from Rory's lips like water, smooth and pure.
When he finally stopped, Sam was mesmerized, as if locked in a trance by magic. Rory leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sam's and just stayed there.
Moments later, Sam snapped out of it, and began kissing him passionately.
"That was beautiful," Sam whispered. "I don't know what it meant, but it sounded amazing."
"It's called Buachaill on Eirne, it's about a boy from Ireland. Appropriate, don't ye' think?"
"Very. Is that what you're gonna sing tomorrow?"
"I think so. I printed out a translation so e'eryone knows what it means."
"You're so smart, Rory. A lot smarter than me sometimes," Sam admitted.
"No, Sam. Ye' have dys- dys- what was the word again?"
"Dyslexia."
"Yes. Ye' have dyslexia. Ye' can't help that. Ye' try hard, it's a lot to o'ercome. I admire that, Sammy."
Sam shook his head. "It doesn't explain my bad math skills or crappy grades in science."
"What does any of that matter? Ye'r smart enough in ye'r own ways. Ye' don't have to be a math genius or know Mars from Venus or how to mix chemicals to make pipe bombs. Ye' know what ye' love. Ye' know what's important to ye'."
"How is it you manage to make me feel better about myself any time I need it?"
Rory grinned, his eyes sparkling even in the dark. "It's leprechaun magic, but it only works on boys named Sam Evans. There's only one of those that this leprechaun knows."
"For a wee little lad, you sure aren't wee little down here," Sam said mischievously, reaching down and groping Rory's crotch.
Rory kissed him, then pushed him onto his back, lifting up his shirt. He kissed the center of Sam's chest, tracing down the groove between his abs with his tongue. When he got to the waistband of his jeans, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulled them down to his knees.
Before he started to do anything else, he yanked his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor, quickly followed by his pants and boxers so that he was completely naked. He then leaned down and took Sam completely in his mouth without hesitation.
Sam gasped louder than he meant to at the sudden sensation of his boyfriend's hot mouth on him. "Oh my god, I didn't expect that!" he hissed.
Rory didn't say anything; instead he just kept sucking, massaging Sam's thick cock with his tongue. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and went down on him until his throat was wrapped around Sam's cock.
"Oh god, if you keep doing that I'm gonna-" but Sam's words were lost as pleasure overtook him before he could speak, his body spasming as he shot spurt after spurt of thick cum down Rory's greedy throat.
Rory gulped it all down with a fiery hunger, as if the seed was life. He drained his man's balls until he couldn't stand it anymore, Sam finally having to pull his head off of him. The boy's mouth may have come unlatched from his cock, but it went directly to his mouth, an almost desperate kissing session taking place as Rory's naked body rubbed against Sam's bared abs and chest.
Rory bucked his hips until the friction forced him to cum, moaning into Sam's mouth. The heat of the sticky seed between them spread but before it could make a mess, Rory leaned down and licked his own semen off of Sam's stomach until there was nothing left but what was on his own belly. He then licked his lips and sighed happily.
"Oh. My. God," Sam breathed. "That was amazing. Hotter than anything, ever."
Rory giggled, muttered something in Irish that ended with a bizarre look in his eyes, a hunger and desire for more.
"What did you just say?"
"It's very dirty, Sam, do ye' really want to hear me say it in English?" he teased.
"Yes. Tell me what you said you naughty little Irishman," Sam replied back.
Rory leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear. "I said, I'm hungry for ye' to fuck me, and fuck me until I beg ye' to stop, and then still keep going."
"Wow, that is dirty."
"Ye' told me to surprise you sometime, didn't ye'?"
"Yeah, I just didn't expect such aggression. It's hot," Sam admitted.
"If it's so hot then fuck me like I told ye' to. I want to feel it for days," Rory demanded. I feel a little stupid saying this stuff, but it gets him hot, and it gets me kinda hot too. He wanted a little something spicy, so now he gets it.
Sam kicked off his pants the rest of the way, threw his shirt on the floor, and pushed Rory onto his stomach. He then pulled his hips up and positioned him so that the boy's ass was right in front of his still hard cock. Sam reached back to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and slathered it on his cock, then used his finger to moisten up his target.
"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Do what I tell ye'," Rory stated. He gave his orders in Irish again, Sam recognizing the phrases from the first time he said it.
Following his instruction, Sam steading himself and started to slowly push himself in. Rory grunted at the sudden intrusion of the thick member, bit his bottom lip, clutched the sheets in his fists, his entire ass feeling like it was lighting up on fire.
"You okay?"
Rory said something else in Irish, which was new, but the tone said it all: Fuck me, and fuck me good.
Sam complied and thrust himself the rest of the way in. He felt Rory's ass clench around him, could sense his whole body stress, but he begged for more. Afraid to hurt him, Sam still went easy on him, but soon Rory was pushing himself against him, forcing Sam to drill into him faster and deeper.
Taking the cue, Sam finally found his rhythm, grabbing onto Rory's hips and bucking into him, balls deep. With every thrust, the boy quietly moaned into the pillow he had taken to biting to curb the bit of pain. With one hand he reached under himself and started stroking himself, getting closer and closer with every slam into his tender prostate.
It took longer for them to cum since it was their second go around. It took nearly twenty minutes of rigorous sex before Sam was able to blow a second load deep inside his boyfriend, followed by Rory's own load on the sheets.
"I will feel that for a week," Rory sighed when Sam finally pulled out of him. "But it is well worth it."
"That was just beyond words," Sam stated breathlessly. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
Rory chuckled. "Oh it hurt plenty. But then it didn't. Then it felt so amazing I couldn't stand it. I wanted ye' to go on forever. I felt kind o' stupid sayin' those things to ye', but it was fun. It was like I was someone else for a little while, someone wild and crazy. Someone I've never been before."
"Sometimes that can be fun, to cut loose a little. To step outside yourself. That was me in the tub before. I didn't think I would ever, you know, want to receive like that. I think your wild side is a little wilder than mine though."
Rory blushed, but Sam couldn't tell in the dark. "Ye' think maybe I overdid it a little?"
Sam hugged him. "No, no, not at all. It was primal and hot and sexy. And tiring!"
"Tiring for ye'? Try tiring for me! I'm the one who had to handle ye'r huge manhood! That is so big when it's inside," Rory claimed.
"Haha, I like this wild side of you. But don't let your normal side go away. I like the normal Rory, too."
"Oh don't worry. Both Rory's are here to stay. Ye' just ne'er know which one ye' may get!" he teased more. "Honestly I don't know if I can manage that again. I felt really stupid talking all dirty. But… it was like in those videos, ye' know? Like a fantasy."
"It's not stupid, it's a different side of you. You know I'm not gonna judge you, so don't be afraid to let your fantasies come out to play now and then," Sam explained. "But like I said, don't lose yourself in the fantasy world, either. I still want the tender, loving side. The more innocent side."
Rory considered Sam's explanation. He liked the raunchy sex they just had, but it wasn't the same, either. It was more about getting off than about making love.
"I want to go to sleep now though. I'm tired, and we have class tomorrow."
"Yeah, let's go to sleep. I'm worn out and so are you. Goodnight, baby. I love you," Sam said, giving him a kiss goodnight.
"I love ye' too, Sammy. Good night."
-ooo-
Mr. Schuester stood in front of the club, waiting for everyone to simmer down. "We have a special treat for you all today. Rory has offered to perform an Irish song for us, in his own native language."
"How are we supposed to understand that? We don't speak leprechaun," Santana scoffed.
"Maybe he comes with subtitles," Brittany suggested. "Like on T.V. Or maybe someone dubbed him over."
"Wouldn't a dub defeat the purpose?" Finn asked.
"I for one am very excited to hear it. It's fascinating to hear other languages, especially spoken by natives," Rachel declared in his defense.
"Natives sounds so racist," Mercedes noted to herself.
"Just let him sing, I bet it'll be pretty," Tina said, shushing them.
Rory took a sheaf of papers from his messenger bag and started to pass them around. "This are the lyrics in Irish Gaelic, and translated into English."
"Gay lick? Hold on, do I want to see this?" Puck asked, having never before heard of Gaelic.
"That sounds kind of hot," Brittany said. "I mean, if you're into that sort of thing."
"Gaelic is one word. It's the name of the Irish language. It has nothing to do with being gay," Kurt informed them, slightly annoyed.
"If all the comments from the peanut gallery are done…" Mr. Schue said, "Rory, bring down the house."
A look of confusion passed over the boy's face for a moment, but he assumed 'bring down the house' was another American slang phrase.
"This is called Buachaill on Eirne, which very roughly translates to 'Come by the Hills.' It's performed by my favorite Irish band, Celtic Thunder, but the song is popular with other groups as well," Rory explained. "I want to dedicate it to Sam, who gave me the idea to perform this."
Rory pressed a button on his iPod, playing the instrumental music to the song. He had hooked it up to a speaker so everyone could hear it.
As he began to sing, both he and Sam recalled the memory of the night before, sitting in the darkness, in the silence, his voice the only thing in the world at that moment.
I'm a boy from Lough Erne and I could charm a nice young girl
I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself
I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone
And not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County Mayo
I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood
Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me
But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head
And think well done for you as you watch me from over there
A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be
Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women
on the mountain side
If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my senses
And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year
The words he sang were entirely in Gaelic, flowing just as smoothly as when he sang to Sam. Most of the group looked slightly confused, Brittany, Puck, Santana, and Sugar in particular, while the others seemed to just enjoy the melody.
When he was done, everyone, including the skeptics, gave him a hearty round of applause.
"I have no clue what word went to which but that sounded amazing," Artie commented.
"Can you sing it in English?" Brittany asked.
"No. The words don't translate properly for it to sound the same," Rory answered.
Mr. Schue smiled and gave him a pat on the back. "That was great, Rory. Definitely nice to hear something from another culture."
Rory took a slight bow and sat down, satisfied with his performance.
"Okay guys, Thursday we start working on our selections for the voting performance after the contest. We don't have an excessive amount of time to practice, but we've done amazing things in short periods of time, so I have faith in you," Mr. Schue announced.
"Who is competing?" Sugar asked, almost as if it was pointless to hold a contest – after all everyone knew she, like Rachel, felt that themselves were the choice pick.
"We have…." He began, looking at his list, "Rachel and Finn, Kurt and Blaine, Mike and Tina, Sam and Rory, and Santana and Brittany, and Mercedes and Artie."
What was surprising was that Sugar wasn't entering, considering her ill-placed amount of self-confidence.
They spent the rest of the session throwing ideas back and forth on which songs to perform. Ideas ranged from new to old, rock to show tunes. One thing the group was bad for was selections – everyone had their own tastes and desires to be brought to the spotlight.
-ooo-
After swim practice the next day, Rory found he had a text message from Blaine waiting on him.
A friend of mine from Dalton is having a get together this weekend; do you and Sam want to join us?
Rory wasn't sure what Dalton was, but a get-together sounded pretty fun. To his knowledge they didn't have any other plans, either.
I'll ask Sam but it sounds fun. What's a Dalton?
Rory didn't know just how amusing his question was, but Blaine replied to him that Dalton was his old school. When he met Sam in the library he asked him about the party, to which he then replied to Blaine that they would be joining them.
"I sure hope this is a dry party," Sam said offhandedly.
"Dry party? You 'ave wet parties too?" Rory asked.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "No no no, a dry party is a party where they don't drink alcohol. No such thing as a wet party."
"What's so bad about drinking at a party?"
"Oh god, if you only knew! Last year, Rachel had a party when her dads were out of town, and the whole glee club got wasted. The hangover was awful and we had a performance in front of the school the next day. Brittany and Santana puked all over the stage in front of everybody."
"Wow, nobody got in trouble?"
"Nah. We got lucky. Figgins thought it was special effects and we were doing an alcohol awareness demonstration since it was alcohol awareness week. Mr. Schue chewed us out but told us if we ever needed someone to pick us up, give him a call. I don't think any of us got too wasted after that though."
Rory laughed. "I guess ye' just can't hold ye'r liquor," he said.
"Oh, and you can?" Sam challenged.
"Better than ye' I bet. Don't forget e'eryone thinks all we do is drink o'er there. We don't, but I can still handle meself alright," Rory replied.
"I don't think we'll be finding out anytime soon," Sam replied. He kissed him on the forehead. "I'm not too big on drinking after that incident."
"Not to change the subject, but I thought about our song," Rory stated. "It's not t.A.T.u. though. It's Bette Midler. The Wind Beneath My Wings. We'll split up the lyrics and make it amazing."
Sam shrugged. "Sounds good. Even if we don't win, it'll be fun, and I've been anxious to sing together."
-ooo-
Performance days were always a little nerve racking, particularly when it was a contest. Pressure was high to win the coveted spot, particularly when they were up against Rachel and Finn, who almost seemed like the winners by default.
"And our last performance is Sam and Rory, with Wind Beneath my Wings by Bette Midler. Typically it's not a duet, and often in a higher key, so I'm eager to see how they pull this off," Mr. Schue said.
Choreography wasn't under the microscope here, which was fortunate since they had barely rehearsed. Without further hesitation, the duo began to sing.
Sam began with the first verse, at a slightly lower octave than the original.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
Rory picked up the second verse through.
So I was the one with all the glory,
While ye' were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Then the two of them joined voices and sang the chorus together.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
Because you are the wind beneath my wings.
Their voices sounded perfect together, the ideal blend of low range and mid range. Again it was Sam's turn for a verse, with Rory joining him in the very last line of the verse.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
They then went for the chorus three more times, once each solo and the third together.
By the end, they were filled with such emotion and power that both Tina and Rachel had watery eyes as they thought about their own respective gentlemen. When they were completely done, most of the other club mates cheered and clapped, except for Santana, who didn't seem to enjoy anyone's performance but her own.
"Thank you, gentlemen," Mr. Schuester said, motioning for them to return to their seats. "I'll be conferring with our judges and next meeting we will announce a winner! They will get the duet spot and dinner at BreadstiX!"
Again, more cheers. When they settled back down, Mr. Schue declared that they were going to work on ideas for Regionals.
-ooo-
"How do ye' think we did?"
"I think we did pretty well," Sam answered his boyfriend on their way home.
Rory smiled at him. "I'm getting a lot better at me swimmin'. The coach said she wants me racing on Monday. I'm kind o' nervous."
"You have no reason to be nervous. You'll do fine. Wanna do some practice laps later?"
Laughter erupted from the younger boy. "Ye'r slow, Sammy! I beat ye' before, remember?"
"I uh, I was holding back?" Sam replied questioningly. Rory wasn't convinced and merely kept laughing.
"I'll race ye, winner names his prize when I win," Rory challenged.
"Deal. But I'm broke, so keep your prize reasonable. If you win, that is," Sam told him.
They only had a half an hour before Sam had to head in for work, but they managed to fit in a quick race. Nobody was home, so they didn't bother with swim trunks. It was a close race, and out of three laps, Rory won two.
"Okay, fine, name your trophy, Ror," Sam said in defeat, hanging onto the ledge of the pool, catching his breath.
"I'll tell ye' tonight after ye' get home. I need time to think about what I want," Rory answered with a very devious look in his eyes.
"Well then, I look forward to it. Just remember, keep it reasonable."
Rory grinned at him, already thinking about what he wanted. "Have a good night at work. I love ye'," he said, kissing him. Rory stayed in the pool to keep practicing his laps. What he didn't think about was the fact that he was still without his trunks.
A little while later, Mr. Evans came into the pool room, calling for him.
"Getting your speed up I see," he said as Rory resurfaced.
"I have to race next week. I was just trying to get some laps in before everyone got home," the boy replied.
"Well uh, not that I care, us being guys and all, but uh, you might want to consider trying some swim shorts. I don't want the Missus having heart failure," Mr. Evans said, trying not to laugh but failing miserably.
Rory suddenly realized he was in the pool naked. He quickly covered himself, turning such a deep red that even a tomato or strawberry would be jealous.
"Oh no! I completely forgot! I'm so sorry! I'm so embarrassed!" Rory called back.
"Kid, you ain't got a thing I haven't seen on a daily basis, but like I said, the Missus and the kids. I'll set you a towel right here," he said, putting a folded towel next to the ledge of the pool. "Keep up the good work though."
"Y-y-yes sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Evans. It won't happen again, I promise," Rory stammered. Mr. Evans chuckled again and left, but the poor boy's face was still the color of a beet. Sam is going to kill me for sure.
Sam didn't kill him, however. Instead, he laughed so hard he had tears streaming down his face. "My dad actually caught you?"
"Yes. I was so humiliated. I couldn't get covered quickly enough," Rory replied, starting to blush again.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby. You're well equipped. No need to be shy," Sam chuckled.
"Shut up, Sammy! I was embarrassed! Ye'r pap saw me naked!" He punched him lightly in the arm.
Sam feigned injury, falling backward onto the bed. "Such an abusive boyfriend! I never had this problem with girls! I'm going back to the dark side!"
"I thought I was the dark side," Rory replied.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You still have a prize to claim, Mr. Flanagan. Name it," Sam declared.
Rory got the naughty look on his face again. Then he blushed just a little bit. "I want, ye' know."
Sam shook his head. "No, no I don't know."
"Stop being difficult, Sammy!"
"I'm not difficult, I'm a simple man, I need things spelled out for me."
Rory grumbled. "Actually, I just want to cuddle in bed with ye'. Wrapped up in our sheets, watching a movie. I just want to feel ye'r arms around me."
Sam cocked his head. "Ror, you okay? You sound a little down or something."
"Just a little homesick I guess. And tired, and just, just wanting some o' ye'r attention."
"You can have my attention any time you want to. Strip down and get in bed. I'm gonna wash up and I'll be right in. I'll wrap you up nice and tight until you're fast asleep."
"Okay," he replied. As Sam was about to walk out the door, he called to him once again. "Sammy? I love you."
"I love you too, Ror. Be in shortly."
-ooo-
I'll be home late tonight. Have to help with closing the shop. Love you.
Rory frowned at the text message he received from Sam. Friday night and he was going to end up just sitting at home, by himself. He typed out a reply, then tossed his phone onto the nightstand.
Love you too. See you when you get home.
He didn't feel like playing video games, and he didn't have any homework to do, and he was tired of just about everything. He started to doze off watching a rerun of some mindless show on the TV when there was a knock on the door.
"Huh? Who is it?" he asked, coming out of his daze.
"Mr. Rory? Can I come in?" came the sweet voice of his 'little sister.'
"Sure," he replied. He flipped the switch on the lamp and sat up. "What's up?"
"Can I watch TV with you? Stevie went to bed early because he got tired playing baseball with daddy," Stacy asked, giving her best 'cute little girl' face.
Rory smiled at her and nodded. She grinned happily and climbed up onto the bed next to him. "What do ye' want to watch?"
"Powerpuff Girls!" she exclaimed. Not exactly what he felt like watching, but at least it was some company. He picked up the remote and changed the channel. The title characters were busy battling some giant beast.
He wrapped his arm around the little girl and held onto her while she watched the show, squealing in excitement every time the girls landed a winning blow. There must have been a marathon on because they watched at least two more episodes.
"Mr. Rory, are you okay? You look sad," she observed during a commercial break.
Rory smiled at her. She was such an observant child, always picking up on the simplest things that most other people might not even notice.
"I'm okay. I just wish Sam was home," he answered.
"I'll stay with you until he gets home. I like you, Mr. Rory. I don't want you to be sad," she stated, hugging him.
I wish I had a little sister like her. I mean, Seamus is great but he's shy and doesn't ever act like this, he thought.
Stacy nuzzled up against him, holding on as if she were trying to keep him safe from something. She finally fell asleep; perfect timing as the mini-marathon ended. He very carefully picked her up and took her to her bed, laying her down ever so gently. Rory kissed her on the forehead, pulled up her covers, and went back to his own room.
Rory flipped the channel back to something else. It was still mindless but anything was better than cartoon supergirls. Within minutes he had fallen asleep.
Sam crept into the room, leaving the light off, noticing that his boyfriend was sound asleep on the bed. He still had his jeans and t-shirt on, and the TV was still playing so it was obvious he had been waiting up for him.
He is so cute like that. Asleep and innocent. Who am I kidding, he is innocent. I don't want to wake him up.
Sam quietly shucked off his clothes, then very carefully managed to wiggle Rory's pants off of him. He pulled the covers up over him then crawled in next to him. He kissed him on top of his head and pulled the boy into his arms, surprisingly not waking him up.
The last time Sam had prayed was in the hospital, when Rory was in critical condition. It was time to say another prayer – this time one of thanks. Thank you so much, so much. I don't know what I did to be so lucky. Don't take him away from me. I couldn't take it.
As Sam prayed, he started to fade into sleep, the words leaving his mind before he even thought them all the way.
Around two in the morning, Rory woke for just a minute to find himself pulled into Sam's arms, his pants missing. He wanted me to be comfortable. So considerate. His whole family is great. He fell back asleep before he could think anything else.
-ooo-
Saturday evening was the get together Blaine had mentioned. He and Kurt would pick them up around seven and they would go as a group.
"Who is this that's throwing the party anyway?" Sam asked during the drive.
"An old Warbler friend. He said we're gonna meet at his place, then go to a club later on," Blaine answered.
"A club? How are we gonna get in?" Sam inquired next.
"With this," Blaine replied, passing back a fake ID.
"How did you get this?" Sam added.
Blaine smirked. "Another friend. Kurt got me your picture to put on it."
Sam looked at Rory, then checked his fake ID, then looked at him again. "Is he really going to pass for eighteen?"
"Sure. He looks young but the ID says eighteen. I doubt they'll pay too much attention anyway since we'll be part of a larger group."
-ooo-
They arrived at Blaine's friend's house, the place already filled with people.
"This looks like a frat house," Kurt said with slight distaste.
"It is. Don't worry, it's gay-friendly," Blaine replied. They got out of the truck, Blaine in the lead with Rory right behind him. Kurt strayed back, giving Sam a tug on the arm.
Sam paused, looking back at Kurt. "Hey, what's up?"
"I don't know who's here, but if you run into a guy named Sebastian Smythe, he's bad news. If he's here, keep a close eye on Rory. He's a predator, and I have my doubts about his… physical morals," Kurt said quietly, not wanting his boyfriend to hear.
"Personal experience?" Sam asked.
"Indeed," Kurt said simply. "He has his eyes on Blaine, and no offense, but Rory is vulnerable to a guy like Sebastian."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, slightly offended.
Kurt met his eyes with a serious glare. "You know I don't mean harm, Sam. Rory is young, and eager for friends, and just a little bit naïve. Even you can't deny that fact. A guy like Sebastian will try and take advantage of that, and while I have no inclination that Rory would cheat, I don't want to see him getting into trouble, either."
Sam bit his bottom lip in deep thought. "Thanks, Kurt. You help me keep a look out for Rory, and I'll help you look out for Blaine. Deal?"
"You've got a deal," Kurt agreed, shaking hands with him. The two hurried along so as not to get left behind.
"Took ye' long enough," Rory joked.
"We were just admiring the house. I've never seen a frat house in person and I found it interesting," Kurt replied. It was the lamest explanation ever given, since it looked like an ordinary house, but with several guys hanging about.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends. Fellow Warblers, old and new," Blaine said.
They walked inside the door to find around ten guys standing around, talking, drinks in hand. A quick sniff of the air showed no signs of alcohol. Good, it's a dry party," Sam thought. One less complication if this Sebastian guy is hanging around.
They followed Blaine inside, toward the living room where their host was chatting with two more Warblers. Sam felt another tug on his arm.
"See that guy over there? Talking to the blonde in the- ugh, who picked out his outfit? His mother?"
"Kurt? Focus?"
"Oh yes. That guy talking to the blonde in the outfit from the seventies. That's Sebastian Smythe."
Before they could make it to their host, Sebastian spotted them, and approached, hugging Blaine and grinning an almost devilish smile toward Kurt.
This is going to be one tense night, Sam thought.