My goodness, you all left such lovely reviews of the last chapter so thank you very much :) Just to let everyone know, JustAStrangerPassingBy won the acolade of 100th review and so sometime soon i will have a one shot up for a prompt they gave me :) Because hey, you guys are great and it was the least i could do :)
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Well, it's chapter 21 and i think it's probably best to make sure no one sues me ,so seeing as i haven't reiterated this yet... -insert disclaimer here- ... That did the trick :)
Enough ranting, you'd rather read the chapter, i'm sure :)
Over and out x
As they drove back from the hospital, taking what Kurt liked to call the 'scenic route' (his excuse to spend more time with Sam, it was twice as long) they tried to decide what to do for the rest of the day.
"Well, we do have all that homework to do..." Sam mumbled, obviously not wanting to do it.
Kurt just rolled his eyes, saying "You and I both know we don't want to slave away at homework today. We've got plenty of time for that tomorrow, and today's half gone anyway, so we might as well enjoy it."
"Sure, but we're still stuck for where you want to go. Isn't there anywhere even remotely near Lima that we can go to without being spotted?" Sam grumbled, snaking his hand over the divide to hold Kurt's as it rested on the passenger seat.
Kurt was silent for a while, lost in thought as he tried to think of somewhere that would be safe from prying eyes so that he and his boyfriend could actually act like a couple. He considered a film, but without the whole glee club it was probably too risky, and the drive out to the old one they'd been to was further than he wanted to go. He was just getting frustrated when the perfect solution popped into his head.
"Remember when we were at Common Grounds and Scar said how good you looked with her bag? And I decided you needed a makeover?"
Sam decided instantly that he wasn't thrilled about where the conversation was going, but he knew it would make Kurt happy, so he smiled lovingly at the brunette and thought that even thought he really wasn't much of a shopper, contemplating shopping with Kurt sounded quite fun. Exhausting, but enjoyable.
"Yeah, I remember you saying that you wanted to see me with just the bag on." Sam smirked, loving the way a delicate blush spread quickly up Kurt's perfect cream coloured cheeks.
"Well anyway," Kurt continued, flustered, "I distinctly remember telling you that it was my turn to pick a date, and that we would be going shopping to find you something half decent to wear."
Sam smiled again, nodding his head slightly as he reminded himself that he had known where the conversation would end up.
"I remember that as well. Okay, you've got me; I'm giving you a one time only, chance of a lifetime opportunity to make me over." He said, his fingers releasing Kurt's hand so that he could trace spirals up and down his arm, causing the smaller boy to squirm as it tickled, barely maintaining his now dubious grip on the wheel.
"Sam! Cut it out, do you want us to have a car crash before we even get to the good bit?" Kurt reprimanded, wrenching his arm out of the blond's grip just in time to slam both hands on the wheel and swerve out the way of an oncoming vehicle.
"Kurt Hummel, I'm shocked at your driving skills! As someone who knows cars I would have thought you would have a better grasp of automobile etiquette than to veer into the path of oncoming traffic. It really is despicable." Sam teased, earning himself a look of loathing as Kurt tapped his fingernails menacingly on the edge of the steering wheel.
After sitting in silence Kurt broke the ice, humming softly under his breath then singing the lyrics along to the song.
You move around like the sound of a melody in my head,
just you with your notes and your B but your missing C and that's me,
and yeah its about time when we need to go somewhere,
its true there are things that I think I could show you,
but they're not very pretty.
He looked over to see Sam smiling lovingly at him as he softly sang along to the song that he could hear inside, his foot already tapping to the beat as he headed out to his chosen spot for their date.
Sam just watched as Kurt nodded his head and smiled to himself, holding back an eye roll as he saw the way he kept shooting sneaky glance his way to see what he was doing. Sighing he joined in with the song, playfull punching Kurt on the shoulder and chuckling as the smaller boy glared just for a second.
Let's go mad, and we'll drive to the city,
dance all night with your body pressed against me,
stay out late and we'll come back in the morning,
let's drive to the city, we'll drive to the city.
"I know exactly where we're going. I just love this mall, they have all my favourite stores, I can't wait to educate you in the art of fashion." Sam snorted and he quickly amended his previous statement.
"Okay, I will try and steer you away from anything too hideous, right?"Sam smiled and just nodded, tapping his watch like they were rushed for time, even though he knew he didn't have to be back until ten, so they had hours and hours.
Drive to the city,
we'll drive to the city.
Kurt sweetly rounded the song to a close and turned to Sam, saying "It's quite far out so there's no chance of being spotted, we'll be fine. C'mon Sammy, we'll get you looking smart yet."
Sam stared open mouthed at Kurt as he realised what he'd just been called.
"No. Only my mom calls me that. Please god, no, tell me she didn't call me that to you?" He said, looking both murderous and panicked at once.
Kurt laughed. "No Sammy, don't get all stressy about it. She told your dad you weren't dead in a very loud stage whisper, I heard her on the other end of the phone. And anyway, I think it's cute." Kurt beamed, knowing that Sam looked ready to rip him apart, smiling sweetly at him to combat, or possibly exacerbate, his annoyance.
"Oh just shut up and drive." He huffed.
"I told you it would look good!"
They were in the changing rooms in the fifteenth (or was it sixteenth?) shop they had been in and Sam was once again being paraded around in front of a mirror wearing something that he would never, ever, consider wearing outside of the shop. Hell, he only had it on because Kurt had wanted it. And what Kurt wants, Kurt normally gets.
"Babe, you know as well as I do that I will probably never wear this, so it's a waste of your..." He looked round to the back of it and peeled the tag back, checking the price, "$90? Kurt, that's more than I normally spend in a month!"
Kurt just looked Sam up and down again and decided that it was a pity he didn't like the outfit, because he loved it, and he thought it looked great on Sam. He was currently modelling some dark skinny jeans with a button up shirt and cropped jacket over the top. Kurt was sure that he secretly didn't hate it as much as he proffessed to, but from the look in his eyes he didn't think that anyone but himself would be savouring the fashionable delights of that particular outfit.
"Okay, well first of all, I'm sure you do spend that much in a month because it is statistically proven that on average american males between the ages of fifteen to twenty nine spend about $110 a month on their wardrobe.* Secondly, wait right here, I've just remembered comething that I think would work really well." He smiled, giving Sam a full flash of his extra white teeth.
Sam stood up from where he had slumped onto the stool and tried to protest, but Kurt was already sashaying out of the door and heading for yet another rack, this one marked sale and hopefully, Sam prayed, affordable.
He headed for the sale items again, not just because Sam had requested lower prices, but because he had seen an amazing, unusual hoodie in deep plum purple and some other garments that he was sure would look immense on Sam.
He searched the rack and, after a few minutes, had built up an armful of clothing that he thought would really suit Sam. He set off back towards the changing rooms and was just passing the racks near them where clothes people have tried on and didn't want wait to be put back out in the main area when he saw something.
The perfect shirt, that would go amazingly with the hoodie/jeans combo he had picked out, was just hanging lifelessly between a hideous orange dress that he wanted to burn right there and a pair of jeans with so many holes in that they might as well not be there. He shook his head in puzzlement as he wondered what some people were thinking when they came to try these things on, the swiftly grabbed the shirt and headed into the changing rooms, praying that Sam would like it just as much as he did.
Sam stood on his own in the empty white room, the walls reminding him oddly of the hospital examination room as he sat on the stool in the corner and waited fot Kurt to return from wherever he had gone to forage for clothes. He smiled to himself as he remembered the look of sheer excitement that he had had on his face as they had entered the mall, like it was a temple or something Sam thought.
He had raided the shelves and rails in most of the shopps they had been in, pushing armfuls at him and insisting he try things on, althought Sam had refused a few times, stating point blank that he wouldn't wear them. Of course, Kurt had scowled at him momentarily, but then run off back into the crowds to find him something else.
He wasn't really a shopper himself, finding it quite boring and unecessary, but with Kurt everything took on a whole new perspective, it was hard not to get swept up in the exuberance of the smaller boy. He had soon found himself laughing with Kurt while he picked apart people's outfits and pulling him by the hand over to racks of clothes he decided that he liked. He was no Rebecca Bloomwood** but he could see why Kurt loved shopping so much. However, his feet were starting to hurt and he was hoping that after the current shop they could leave the endless rounds of clothes behind for a little bit.
He looked up as Kurt entered the room again and was amused to see a half frantic look on his face as he unloaded his armful of cloather onto the many hooks that lined the halls. Kurt turned to face his boyfriend and smoothed his expression into a smile, imagining the perfection of the outfit he had chosen in his head already.
"I got a few more things, so c'mon, what do you want to try on first?" Kurt asked, standing with his hands on his hips and looking at Sam with a glint in his eyes.
"A few? Kurt, it looks like you've brought me half the shop, is there even anything left on the racks?" Sam teased playfully, smiling at the look of annoyance on Kurt's face.
"Actually, I'll have you know - oh shush Sam Evans, pick an outfit already!"
Kurt watched as the blond picked different things up and held them in front of himself, trying to see what would match. He was starting to look quite confused and Kurt could tell that he didn't really have an eye for fashion, ofr at least outfit coordination, so he stepped forward and helped him choose something. In fact, he purpousfully steered him towards the combination he had imagined in his head earlier, and was pleased when Sam looked happy with his selection.
Sam had to hand it to his boyfriend, he had a superb eye for fashion. The outfit that he had made him wear, or at least vehemently suggested that he wear, seemed to tick pretty much all the boxes. He was wearing a tight pair of dark blue jeans with the purple converse that he had been wearing when they set off. The shirt Kurt had practically seutured to him was a black polo shirt with purpe stitching and the heavenly dark purple hoodie that he pulled on over the top compleed the outfit amazingly.
He smoothed out the folds in the hoodie and adjusted the strings so that they were the same length** then turned to give himself a better view in the full length on the back wall of the room.
"I love it. I actually do. Kurt, you're so amazing at this, I would never have been able to pick something like this out."
Kurt stood eyeing his masterpiece and said, without taking his eyes off the mirror, "You look gorgeous. So hot, I'm officially in infatution with this outfit!"
They both laughed at that, and Kurt rounded on Sam, taking him by surprise as he pulled him into a big bear hug, Kurt feeling his hair tickle the bottom of the other boy;s chin. Kurt felt Sam squeeze his hands tighter around his waist and instinctively breathed in and melted into his touch, but after a few more seconds he pulled back, looking Sam up and down as he did so.
"I think that's definitely it. We need to buy that outfit." He declared, his eyes crinckling up as he smiled.
Sam realised that Kurt seriously wanted him to buy the outfit ducked his head just in time for the smaller boy not to be able to be see his blush. He knew he wouldn't be able to afford it all, he could probably get the hoodie or the skinny jeans, but not both and definitely not with the shirt. He pulled them off resignedly, feeling the softness of new material slide against his skin and hoping that Kurt couldn't see the feelings that he was sure were etched on his face.
He felt ashamed. He wasn't from a poor family, per se, but he didn't have the unlimited access to funsd that Kurt had, and he didn't want to admit it to the exuberant fashionista. Also, sadness as he realised he couldn't have such a great outfit.
As Sam removed his top and put back on his t-shirt Kurt caught sight of his face and realised that there was something wrong, something he didn't want to say.
"Spill Sam. You know I can read you like a book and there's no use in bottling anyhing up."
Sam looked shocked as Kurt seemed to know what was going on in his head, and sat down heavily on the stool, pulling the skinny jeans off and his own back on. He hadn't wanted to admit to Kurt that he really only had the money for one item, and he was already falling hard for the hoodie.
"Well... Do you want me to get the whole oufit?" Sam asked, hoping against hope that he didn't.
"Yes Samuel, of course I did, it wouldn't match otherwise." He chuckled happily before noticing the subdued atmosphere and tilting his head, seeing if Sam really was okay.
"Well... It's just that I can't really afford the whole of the outfit." Sam said nervously, chewing on his thumb nail as he avoided Kurt's eyes.
Kurt stared at his boyfriend and tried to be comforting, but all he really wanted to do was assure Sam that the outfit was perfect and that there was no way in hell he was leaving the shop without buying it. In fact, he thought he had just the remedy to Sam's situation.
"It's fine Sam. I told myself at the start that you wouldn't be going home without a proper outfit. And therefore, I'm opening up the priveledges of my dad's gold card (my gold card) to you." He finished with a smile, hoping that Sam would take him up on his offer.
Sam stared, incredulous, at him as he contemplated Kurt's offer, weighing up the pro's and con's of using his gold card to pay for an entire outfit. In the end, his love of the outfit won over his pride and he decided to 'take the plunge'.
"Um, okay. But you have to know that I will try and pay you back, in any way I can." He blushed but set his chin high and kept his eyes on the mirror so he could stare at his reflecion.
Kurt started clapping wildly at the news and embraced Sam in a tight hug, saying "I knew you'd come around, we have to go buy it now before I change my mind." He had a look of meneace in his eyes but it was dampened by amusement and happiness.
"This is turning out to be one of my best dates ever!" Sam exclamied laughingly, gripping Kurt even tighter and refusing to let go .
Kurt looked up at his boyfriend with smiling eyes and said "This isn't the date! I just thought you needed a makeover. The date will start after you've bought it."
"Okay Sam, I'm going to take my hands off your eyes now. One, two, three..."
Sam blinked and screwed his eyes up as the bright lights hit him, a sharp contrast to the previous darkness. He slowly opened them again to see a high glass barrier in front of him that surrounded a large ice rink, with lots of peeple skating around on it. He hadn't skated in years, and had the feeling that he wasn't going to be very good, but when he turned around to face Kurt the brunette looked so excited that he decided that it couldn't be awful with his boyfriend there to guide him round and support him.
"Wow. Kurt this is great. Honestly," He said as he turned to face the smaller boy, "It's such a good idea. Not that I can skate, but I can try." He winked as Kurt looked worried, letting him know that he didn't really mean it.
Kurt immediately brightened and hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping all the way around Sam's back as he squeezed him. He relaxed his grip as Sam started to gasp, then realised that he had been messing when he smirked, and smacked him on the arm playfully.
Taking the brunette's hand Sam smiled at him and started walking over to the area where a large ornamented sign said 'Skate Hire'.
"So what made you decide on skating for our date?" Sam wondered out loud, his eyebrows pulling together as he spoke.
Kurt looked up at his boyfriend and smiled, wrinkling his nose slightly as he considered the question. He looked up at the ceiling in thought, then turned to Sam and smiled.
"Well, it was something different. Unique. I didn't want to just stick to the normal second date etiquette, a meal or something, because you're too special for the monotonous jaded social norms."
Sam watched as Kurt bowed his head and blushed furiously from his hairline to what Sam presumed was the tips of his toes. Reaching out he placed a finger under Kurt's chin and lifted his had slowly so that he could look into his eyes.
"Kurt, I think that's the most charming thing anyone's ever said to me." He smiled wider, showing his teeth to everyone.
Tightening his grasp on Sam's hand, Kurt broke into a wide smile and practically pulled Sam the last little bit of the way towards their goal.
Sam was basking in the warmth and simplicity of his and Kurt's joined hands, and was ever so slightly frutrated when he felt the pressure leave. He resisited the temptation to complain as his boyfriend walked up to the counted and smiled at the attendant manning the desk.
"Hi, can I have some," He looked back round at Sam and tilted his head as he asked "What size are you Sam?"
"Eleven." Sam admitted, snapping out of his daydream and instantly focusing on Kurt's ass as he turned again to face the attendant.
"Some size eleven skates please?" Kurt finished his thought and then motioned towards Sam, gently at first than someone exasperatedly. Rolling his eyes he stage whispered "They need your shoes!"
Sam jumped as he realised that the brunette was right and hastily complied with his request, pulling off his own shoes in record time and slowly sliding the skates on as he got his feet used to the unfamiliar sensation of walking on blades. He hesitantly tries a few steps on the floor at the side of the rink and nearly falls, but after a cuople more is confidant enough to make your way to the edge of the rink. Looking round he tries to find Kurt, expecting the smaller boy to be daintily putting on skates just behind him, and ended up scanning the room confusedly when he wasn't.
Kurt walked towards Sam from behind and tried not to laugh as he watched the blonde try to walk after he had first put on his skates. As he neared him his boyfriend managed to walk properly with his skates on, but still only around the edge of the rink. He stood still a few metres away and just watched in amusement as Sam scanned the room, his adorable expression turning from expectant to bemused to anxious in a short space of time. He grinned stupidly at how cute his boyfriend was and stifled his laughter as he continued to search the room for him.
Sam felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up and was about to turn around when he felt warm breath on his ear and had to hold back a scream.
"Hey gorgeous, think we should skate any time soon?"
Kurt tried for what he hoped was a sultry voice as he curled his hand into Sam's and whispered into his ear.
Sam whirled around at the wors and blinked at Kurt in shock, his eyes wide and his breathing shallow.
"You scared me!" He accused, "Don't ever do that again!"
Kurt just laughed heartily and Sam forgot to be annoyed as he melted at the sound of Kurt sounding so happy and carefree, a sound he didn't get to see very mussed the soprano's hair and then grasped his upper arms and gently but firmly lifted him and swirled him around in a semi-circle, so that he stood in front of the blond, facing the way he'd approached from.
Kurt laughed again softly and said "I'll try not to. But maybe you should work on being braver."
The look in his eye was a challenge to the footballer, one meant in jest but still a challenge. Taked by surprise again Kurt just followed as Sam swept past him and off, a little unsteadily, towards the entrance to the rink. Hurrying along to catch up Kurt threaded his fingers through Sam's and was immensely grateful that he didn't pull away. Sure, they were in a different town where no one knew them, but Sam was still revealing himself to all the people there, and he knew it wasn't a decision taken lightly, that he was aware of the situation.
As they finally reached the edge of the ice rink it's self Sam drew back slightly, his earlier nerves taking over again. He eyed the ice timidly and reconsidered his decision that everything would be great if he was with Kurt, irregardless of how bad his skating skills were.
Kurt sensed his hesitancy and slowed down to match his pace, looking at him in concern. He had been so sure that hes idea was going really well, but then Sam seemed to be worried about going on the ice and his heart jumped into his mouth as he realised that the blond may have been telling the truth when he said that he couldn't skate.
"What's wrong Sam?" He asked, his concern lacing his voice as his face fell.
Sam closed his eyes and breathed in, opening them again to focus on Kurt's face. He could do this. He wasn't going to fall, he had Kurt right there with him.
"Nothing. Just a little bit of nerves that's all. It's gone now." He smiled at Kurt in what he hoped was a reassuring way and gripped his hand sightly tighter.
Kurt decided that it would probable be best if he went first, being the most confident,a dn so he moved around Sam and stepped confidently onto the ie, immediately settling back into a familiar apttern as he glided a few feet, before twisting round and skating quiclkly back to where Sam was still stood.
Sam watched Kurt's simple display with awe and he could swear his eyes went wide as he observed the grace and poise the smaller boy held himself with, the way he arched his slender yet muscular abck and positioned his arms as he spun.
"Okay, so, if you take my hand and step onto the ice, slowly move your feel like you're walking to start with." Kurt moved back to allow Sam room on the ice and grasped his hands as the blond cautiosly placed first one foot and then the other on the ice.
He glided away slightly, drawing Sam with him as he went, smiling up at him widely to try and distract him from thinking to hard about what he was doing, because he knew from experience that too much thought makes you more likely to fall. Sam smiled weakly back at him as he took sporadic break from looking at his feet, and Kurt thanked his stars that it was the open beginners session and Sam wasn't the only one who hadn't mastered the art of skating yet.
"You can hold onto the side if you want to." Kurt said as Sam veered dangerously towards the barrier.
Sam looked up from his feet again and nearly laughed at the look of apprehension on his boyfriends face. He steered himself towards the barrier, latting go of Kurt's left hand to secure himself tightly onto it as he continued to push himself slowly forward. Trying not to concentrate on the way Kurt's face lit up when he managed to skate for a few metres without holding onto the side he looked down at the brunette's feet and realised two things.
One, that he wasn't wearing the same skates as the rest of the people at the rink. Instead of the clunky blue plastic ones Sam himself had on he was sporting elegant white ones made of what Sam thought might be leather, or some other expensive material, and that laced delicatly up the front and ran to halfway up his shin, with a pretty bow at the top.
Two, he was leading Sam around the rink holding onto his hands in front of him, meaning that to be in line with him he had to skate backwards. He had been doing so the entire time and Sam realised that it meant that he was a good, if not excellent skater, to be confidant enough to lead someone so at risk of falling around the rink backwards.
"Kurt, obviously you've skated before, but, er, how much have you skated, if you don't mind me asking?"
Kurt glanced at the walls and ice and studiously avoided eye contace as he mumbled something that Sam couldn't quite make out.
"Sorry Kurt, I didn't hear you." He said apologetically.
Kurt looked up bashfully into his eyes and tried to ignore the deep intene green that made him feel like he was getting stuck in it, sighing before repeating "I took figure skating lessong from when I was four up to about a year ago."
He watched as Sam's face broke out into a radiant smile and blushed slightly as the blond said "Why did you never tell me?"
"I didn't really think it was important before now. Not many people know, my dad and Mercedes and I think that' it. I didn't want anyone to know, it was just another thing for the bullies to get at me for, being the ice dancer, doing triple toe loops and Arabesques and Biellmann spins."
He never took his eyes of Sam's as he spoke, silently begging for him not to judge him, not to laugh at his abilities or smirk when he recited names of jumps and positions. He hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath until he let it out in a whoosh when Sam's eyes grew softer and he squeezed Kurt's hand tightly, smiling reassuringly at him.
"I won't ever let them get to you, you know that? I don't care how much they want to ridicule you, or mock you, for something so amazing, I won't let them." Sam whispered, bringing his head close to Kurt's.
He smiled up at Sam, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest as he heart the blond footballer vow to protect him. Pulling him away from the wall a little more without him noticing Kurt continued, "But what I'd have really loved to do was the ice hockey."
Sam's eyes widened almost inperceptibly at this, but Kurt realised and smiled, knowing that it wasn't something that anyone would expect him to want to do.
"Really?" Sam asked incredulously, but still in a nice way, "I wouldn't have ever thought that it would be something you'd be interested in."
"You'd be surprised, it's always fascinated me and I wanted to try out fot the ice hockey squad quite a few times, but the coach always tried to discourage me, saying it was a contact sport, I would damage myself for the figure skating, that I was too small. Eventually I took the hint nd stopped mentioning it." Kurt said, hardly bitter at all as he remembered the coach who had had such a strict view of the world that he was loathe to let anyone different on the team. He had moved past it a long time ago.
Sam marvelled at the level and accepting tone that Kurt relayed the coach's 'advice' to him, glad that he didn't hold bitterness but still proud that he had overcome people who were just small minded and prejudiced.
Kurt had steered himself and Sam even further away from the wall while they had been talking an they were now skating comfortable around the rink in a perfect oval, about two metres from the edge. Looking into Sam's eyes again he noticed the absence of fear oranxiety in them and decided to take the final plunge. Gently removing his hand from Sam's grip and letting it swing loosely by his side he left Sam skating on his own assuredly without even realising it.
"Sam?" Kurt said, skating away from him backwads so that the gap between them increased noticibly.
"Yeah Kurt?"
"Well done!" He grinned as he watched Sam's face as first confusion then incredulity flitted across it.
"I'm skating!" He excleaimed joyfully, eyes wide at the realisation that he no longer needed assistance and could skate perfectly on his own.
Kurt laughed at his outburst and span so that he was facing the right way round, linking his hand with Sam's and skating alongside him. They continued like that for about twenty five minutes, only speaking a few times and mainly just sneaking glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
After they'd both caught each other looking a couple of times Kurt laughed and said "I think we need a rota. You look first, then I will."
Sam giggled at his comment and nearly lost his balance as he raised a hand to his mouth to stifle the laughter. Smiling at Kurt as the soprano laughed unashamedly at his lapse in concentration he said "We're doing better than that couple! They're so sickeningly cute that they're skating with their arms crossed over behind each other's backs, they keep stopping to kiss practically every lap."
Kurt disolved into more giggles at the couple in question, both probably in their forties, stopped as if cued and kissed each other as they neared the gate where you enter the rink, which Sam and Kurt were less than two metres from.
Sam rolled his eyes at them then shook his head and told himself that he'd better stop doing it as it was something that he had picked up off Kurt recently. Turning back to a still laughing Kurt he said "I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right back."
Kurt watched as Sam made his way quite confidently to the exit/entrance and then stepped onto the concrete floor again, his skates echoing on it as he walked. He dissapeared into the men's and Kurt took advantage of his new single status to perform some of his favourite moves. When the club had moved training to a different rink the previous year it had been too far for him and his dad to travel and ha dtaken up too much time, but he was still upset about the fact that he'd had to stop practicing. He loved figure skating immensly and had lamented his decision to quit because he had missed it so much.
Gliding to the centre of the rink he was thankful that most of the other people had left, as it was nearing the end of the open session. Breathing deeply and hoping that he could still pull it off, hea launched into one of his less complex routines, executing axel jumps and toe loops with the same precision that he'd had when he was practicing twice a week. He grinned madly to himself as he sailed around the rink, drawing many envious and awed looks from those still skating.
Sam finished in the bathroom and made his way out into the main building again, humming along to the background music as he made his way towards the rink. As he neared the edge he glanced round to try and see Kurt and was astonished to see him with a look of pure contentment and passion on his face as he skated gracefully and elegantly around the oval of ice. He was performing moves that Sam had never seen or even tought were possible and looked so fierce and confidant and beautiful that Sam couldn't take his eyes off him.
He stood by the side of the rink, gripped by his performance, for about five minutes, before his reverie was broken by a message coming over the intercom, startling him as a voice interrupted the song and boomed out through the entire complex.
As he turned back to the breathtaking vision that was his boyfriend he thought how lucky he really was, and wanted to just savour the moment, remember Kurt skating so beautifully for ever. As he thought this an idea formed in his mind that sent him walking quickly off in the direction of the office, taking one last look at Kurt before he went in.
Kurt finished his routine with a flourish and smiled self consciously at the the smattering of applaue he got from people on the rink and those who had been watching from the outside. He looked round ecpexting to see am, because he was sure he had had enough ime to use the bathroom, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Pulling his eyebrows together he wondered where he could be, somewhere inside the rink. Assuming that he'd probably gone to get food or a drink he carried on skating, making normal loops of the rink like everyone else with hishands clasped behind his back as he went.
Sam silently rejoiced about that fact that the two girls who were manning the office at the time and setting the music up were so accepting and accomadating of his request, even though it probably sounded extremely weird to them. Searching through their extensive CD collection until he found the disk he'd been hoping for he passed it to the taller of the two girls, a redhead with extremely cute dimples and a buttin nose, and watched as she loaded it and pressed play, fiddling with some dials on their hi-tech music system so that the backing music somehow played three times as loud s the voice part.
Kurt was keeping an eye out for Sam when he heard a familiar song start to play, seemingly louder than the rest had been. It was one of his favourites and he couldn't help the exuberent smile that appeared on his face.
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
Listening closely to the singing he realised that there were two different voices combining. One was very, very faint but he could distinguish it if he listened intently. The other was strong and clear, and so obviously infused with passion that it was obvious that it was being sung live. He could hear the faint breaths of the singer as he paced himself, and he could have sworn that he recognised the voice.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Sam finished the chorus and watched out the window of the office as more and more people realised that it was someone singing live and stopped or slowed, trying to figure out who it was and where it was coming from. He glimpsed Kurt as the brunette skated past, a look of concentration on his face. Sighing, Sam realised that he didn't know who was singing.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
Kurt noticed that more and more people were slowing down as they listened to the singing, the mystery person's voice echoing around the rink, melodious and smooth and rich. He still felt like he knew the voice and glided to a stop at the bottom edge so he could listen properly and try to figure out who it was.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Sam had realised that the microphone he was currently singing into was detachable and, motioning to the girls that he wanted to take it he gently tugged it free of it's mooring and smiled at the smaller of the two, a tanned blond, as she held the door open for him, winking as she did so and mouthing 'good luck'.
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
He made his way out the office and along the side of the rink, ignoring the astonished looks he was getting as he wove his way through a small crowd of people, still singing. He passed the skate hire section and drew near to the entrance to the rink.
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
Kurt had to grasp the barrier tightly as he finally realised why the voice singing the song was so familiar. It was Sam! He was positive that it was his boyfriend singing the gorgeous lyrics, sending shivers down his spine as he realised what the song meant. His breath hitched as he turned from his position at the end of the rink to see a shock of too-blond hair moving towards the entrance to the rink.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Sam passed by a couple of girls who he would guess were no more than nineteen sat on the raised seats around the outside of the rink, smiling at the looks they were giving him. As he passed by on his way towards the gate he heard one of them whisper something to her friend.
"His girlfriend is so lucky!"
Channelling Kurt he smirked and turned to face them, using the slight gap in the singing to say, holding the microphone away from him so it wouldn't pick it up, "Actually, It's boyfriend."
He nearly laughed at the shocked expressions on their faces and almost missed the next words.
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
Kurt could see him as he made his way onto the ice, steadying himself on the barrier before pushing off and skating slowly but confidently toward him. Most of the remaining skaters were stood still on the ice watching his performance and many had huge smiles on their faces, or were 'aww-ing' as Sam made his way across the ice.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
Sam concentrated hard on not falling over his own feet, the lyrics seeming to just pour out of his mouth as he made eye contact with Kurt, that perfect, indescribable face staring back at him shocked and ecstatic at the same time. He struggled to stop himself from running over to him, because he knew that wouldn't end well, and instead just picked up the pace and glided faster towards him.
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
Kurt started skating towards Sam as he neared where Kurt was stood, tears threatening to spill over and make him break down on the ice, one or two escaping and pouring silently down his face as he smiled hugely and closed the last few metres between himself and Sam with a few powerful strides.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Sam reached Kurt and smiled at him, a smile that was intimate and full of promise, clasping his arm round the brunette's waist as he sang the very last lines.
When he finished Kurt looped his arms easily round his neck and leant in, brushing Sam's ear with his lips as he whispered into it.
"That was breathtaking."
Tightening his arms around Sam's neck he reached up and kissed him on the lips hard, his tears streaking both their faces as they stood together in the middle of the ice.
A/N: Songs are 'Drive To The City' by Go Audio and 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol. I love them both XD
Okay, so this actually happened when i went skating the other week! Some guy proposed to his girlfriend by skating across the ice singing to her and well, when the gods of fate or whatever hand you a scene like that on a platter, who was i to not use it? Well, i loved the visual anyways, hope you do too :)
*I have no idea whether this is true. It may be less, it may be more, but i made it up to fit with the story. I'm sure it's something Kurt would know though :)
** Main character in Confessions Of A Shopaholic. Good film.
So, rambling author rambles. Nuff said. Oh, and i'm no Edward Cullen so you'll have to tell me what you thought. x