Chapter 21:
Sam leaned against the door frame of his mother's room, watching her rush around and get ready for her date. "What do you mean he's coming here?" He asked, his eyebrows knit together.
"I don't know how to simplify that statement for you, sweetie." His mother said, looking under her bed.
"But they never come here. Ever." Sam said, watching his mother crawl around on her knees, searching for something. "You're shoes are top of the dresser." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks." She said, standing up and grabbing the knee high boots. "And he's not really coming here, he's just coming to pick me up."
"Do you have a purse that matches this?" Kurt asked, leaning out of her closet and holding up a ruffled black bolero jacket.
"Um...I have black purses. They're in there." She said, shrugging. Kurt sighed and returned to the closet.
"Fine but can't he just honk, and you can go out to him?" Sam asked.
"No, I want you to meet him." She said, sitting on the bed and zipping the boots up over her jeans as per Kurt's instructions. She wiggled her feet skeptically. "You sure this doesn't look funny?"
"It looks great, here put these on." Kurt said, handing her the bolero jacket and purple scoop neck shirt with no sleeves.
"What's wrong with what the shirt I'm wearing?" She asked, looking down at the black 3/4 inch sleeve shirt.
"Nothing." Kurt said simply. "I just like these better."
"Just listen to him Mom, and hope that it's the last time he makes you change." Sam said, throwing himself onto the bed next to her. Lina sighed and went into the washroom to change. "I don't see why I need to meet him so soon." He continued to pout.
"We've been dating for over 3 months!" His mom called through the bathroom door. "Our first date was the night I found out you were gay."
"Oh." Sam said quietly, remembering his mother walking in on him and Kurt lying together in bed, half naked. Good times.
Kurt came back out of the closet (har har) and sat down on the bed next to Sam. "Did you find a purse?" He asked.
"Sort of." Kurt said, shrugging. He smiled widely as Sam's mother came out of the bathroom and spun around for them.
"How do I look?" She asked.
Kurt grinned and clapped his hands. "Stunning." He said excitedly.
"Change." Sam said sternly. "Now. Put on something dowdy." Sam said, springing off the bed and going over to the closet. "Put on...this." He said, holding up a hideous and boxy dress that looked like it belonged to an elderly blind woman.
She raised her eyebrows. "That's your nana's old nightgown."
"Perfect."
The doorbell rang and Sam's mother looked up, panicked. "Oh no, I'm not ready!" She cried, running into the bathroom. She stuck her head out of the door, frantically brushing her hair. "Sam, you gotta get it." She said.
"What! No way!" Sam cried.
"Please Sammy?" She pleaded.
He sighed. "I hate you..." He mumbled, getting up and heading out.
"Do you need help with your make-up?" Kurt asked.
She shook her head and smiled. "I think I got it from here, Kurt. Go with Sam."
He nodded and hopped off the bed. "You really look beautiful, Mrs. Evans." He said, and she smiled and thanked him.
Kurt walked out into the hallway, and saw Sam standing shirtless in his doorway. Kurt went over and leaned against the doorframe.
"Ooh, Sam-abs." Kurt said, smiling appreciatively.
"I need your opinion." Sam said, holding up two shirts. "Which shirt says 'I may be gay, but that doesn't mean I can't break your arm in three places before you even realize you've angered me'?"
Kurt studied the shirts, and pointed to the blue flannel one.
"Thought so." Sam said, grabbing a white wife beater and putting it on.
"Ah, Sam-abs go bye." Kurt said, and Sam smirked at him. Sam pulled the shirt on over the wife beater and began to button it up, but Kurt stopped him. "Leave it unbuttoned, and push the sleeves up." Sam did so, and stood back for critique. Kurt reached over and ruffled up his hair. "Perfect." He said, smiling. "The epitome of Gay Fury."
"Exactly what I was going for." Sam said, rushing down the stairs as the doorbell rang again. He opened the door, and saw the person he assumed was Brian standing there nervously. Sam pulled his face into a serious expression and crossed his arms, making sure that Brian could see all the veins and muscles in them. "You must be Brian."
Brian nodded and smiled nervously. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, and he closed it again.
"She's not ready yet, so come in." Sam said curtly, backing away from the door to let him in.
Brian walked in, looking around nervously. "You, um...you must be Sam." He managed, reaching out to shake Sam's hand. Sam gripped his hand quickly, squeezing a lot tighter than he should have. Brian winced and let go, and Sam folded his arms back across his chest. This was fun.
Kurt was sitting on the couch, watching with an amused expression on his face. "Take a seat, Brian." Sam instructed, and Brian sat down next to Kurt.
Kurt smiled at him. "I'm Kurt." He said, looking him over.
Brian smiled nervously. "I figured. I've uh, heard a lot about you two."
Kurt smiled again and decided he wasn't a bad looking guy. He had short brown hair and what could potentially be a nice smile if he wasn't shaking a little, although he sort of looked like a grown up nerd. He had thick framed glasses, and an awful orange tie. Kurt was aching to try and fix him up a little, but he decided to let Sam have his fun macho time first.
"So, Brian." Sam said, standing in front of him and staring down. "What exactly are your intentions tonight, with my mother?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Umm...we were going to see a...a movie." He said, his eyes darting around.
"Not going to dinner first?" He asked.
"There's a food place- a pita place next to my theatre, umm...they make really good pita's..." He mumbled, casting his eyes downward. "We were going to take the pitas into the movie...she likes eating and watching a movie..."
Sam frowned. She did like eating while watching a movie. Damn him. "What movie?"
"Grindhouse." He said nervously.
"I didn't think that was in theaters." Kurt said.
"It's not...I own an independent theatre, and I got a print of it...I closed down one of the smaller theatre's so we could use it." He mumbled.
Kurt's eyes went wide and Sam could tell Brian had immediately won him over. "So it's going to be just you two in the theatre?" He said breathlessly.
Damn it, she loves Grindhouse and she missed it in theatres…he's good.
Sam fumbled a bit, trying to think of something snarky to say, or another question to ask. His silence seemed to give Brian a new confidence, and he stood up. "Look, Sam." He said, his voice much less shaky then it had been before. "I know what you're trying to do, and let me tell you, it's working. I'm really, really intimated."
"You are?" Sam asked, pleased. "I mean...good."
"Yeah, I am. But I want you to know that I also really, really like your mother. I would never hurt her." He said. "And I want you to like me," He continued when Sam remained silent. "Actually, I need you to like me because I'm pretty sure your opinion of me is going to directly effect your mothers." Brian looked at him with a hopeful expression.
Sam ground his teeth...he had to admit, his plan was pretty romantic sounding….his mother was going to love it. Kurt was looking at him with big puppy dog eyes, and sticking out his lower lip. Sam sighed. "Fine, I like you." He said, uncrossing his arms.
Kurt cheered and Brian looked relieved. "Oh, thank god..." He said, pushing glasses up back on his nose.
"Oh, um..." Kurt squeaked a little, raising up his hand eagerly, like they were in school and he needed the teacher's permission to ask a question. Sam laughed. He was too adorable.
"Yeah Kurt?" He asked, smiling.
Kurt stood up and put his hands together. "Can I help him?" He asked hopefully. "Can I help you?" He asked again, directing the question to Brian this time.
"Err...with what?" Brian asked, sounding nervous again.
"With your...everything." Kurt said gesturing to Brian's outfit, and Sam was sure, his tie.
"Uhh...ok?" He said.
"Trust him." Sam said, nodding reassuringly.
Kurt beamed and studied Brian for a moment. "Do you need those glasses to see?"
"Uhh, only when I need to drive...or read...or watch a movie." He said, crossing his eyes as though he was trying to look at his glasses.
"Great." Kurt said, bouncing up on the balls of feet. He reached forward and took his glasses off, sticking them in his pocket. "Only wear them then. And lose the tie." He instructed, ruffling up Brian's hair a bit. Brain took off his tie and Kurt proceeded to undo the first button on his shirt, and then stepped back to admire his work. "I'm brilliant." He said excitedly, smiling in that way that made it seem as though his whole face was smiling.
"Of course you are." Sam said, slinging his arm around Kurt. The improvement in Brian was unbelievable. Losing the tie and glasses seemed to have dedorkified him a substantial amount, and it turned out he actually had really pretty brown eyes.
"What do I do with my tie?" Brian asked.
"Put in your pocket?" Sam suggested.
"Burn it." Kurt said seriously.
Sam smiled and kissed his ear. "What did the tie do to you?"
"It offended my sense of fashion." He said, glaring at it. "An offense punishable by death."
Sam giggled, still kissing Kurt's ear. He saw Brian raise an eyebrow at him, and Sam shot him a look that said "Yeah, that's right. 5 minutes ago I was intimidating the hell out of you, and now I'm giggling into my boyfriend's ear. Watcha-gonna-do-about-it?" Or at least that's what he hoped the look said.
His mother rushed down the stairs now, make-up done and hair looking a lot less frizzy than it had 10 minutes ago. Brian smiled when he saw her, his face splitting into a huge grin that very clearly stated how lucky he knew he was.
Sam was torn. Part of him was happy that his mother had found someone nice, who seemed to appreciate her like she deserved...but another part of him just wanted to throw him out of his house and scream that she was his mommy and he couldn't have her.
However, he couldn't have done that even if he'd actually wanted to, because Kurt had his arms securely on his waist, holding him to the spot.
His mother picked up her purse and kissed Sam on the forehead before heading over to the door with Brian. "Alright, you two have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." She warned.
"So, basically we can do anything we want?" Sam asked, following her to the door with Kurt.
"Basically." She chirped, walking out, and Brian began to follow.
"Hey Brian." Sam called, and he turned around. "EL46DB."
"What's that?" Brian asked, confused.
"That's your license plate." Sam replied. "Have her home by 1:00, or I will find you."
"So..." Kurt said, taking a seat on Sam's bed. "Now that we're alone, what exactly do you want to do?" He asked coyly, raising his eyebrows.
Sam blushed and sat down next to Kurt. "Actually...I have a movie I want to watch." He said, smiling guiltily. "Is that ok?"
Kurt smiled. "Depends on the movie."
Sam grinned and pulled Kurt into his arms, pleased to not be shut down. "It's actually a mini-series, it was on the internet a little while ago. It's called Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Have you heard of it?"
Kurt stared at him. "It's called what?"
Sam laughed. "I'll take that as a 'no'." He said, kissing Kurt's neck to smother the squeal he felt like making. He'd been hoping Kurt hadn't heard of it. "Finally, a musical I've seen that you haven't."
"Yes, yes, score one for the sci-fi geek." Kurt mumbled, running his fingers through Sam's hair as he kissed his neck. "Tell me about the movie."
Sam placed a final kiss on Kurt's neck and leaned away from him. "Well, it's stars Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion, and it's about Dr. Horrible, whose trying to make it as a big shot supervillain. There's singing and general awesomeness."
Kurt stared at him, his eyes wide and serious. "Sam," He said, placing a hand over his. "You had me at Neil Patrick Harris."
Sam smiled and they settled down on his bed to watch the movie together. Sam wasn't surprised when Kurt loved it instantly, and as much as he loved watching the movie himself (and loved watching Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion) Sam spent most of it watching Kurt's reactions to every joke and song. For some reason, it seemed to make everything he loved a lot better when it received Kurt's approval.
Because the movie itself was so short, after it was over they watched the musical commentary that accompanied it, thus marking the first time in the history of everything that Kurt willing agreed to watch a commentary track with Sam. Sam celebrated his victory silently.
After the commentary ended, Kurt continued to lie against Sam, with Sam's arms wrapped around him. Kurt loved how secure he felt in Sam's arms, and he could feel himself growing sleepy. He decided he needed to say something, because otherwise he was going to fall asleep (and as much as he loved falling asleep in Sam's arms, it was only 8:00 and that would be a real waste of the night).
"So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, shifting his head up a little to look at Sam. Sam placed a kiss on his forehead, and shifted his arms more closely around him.
"Well," he said slowly. "We never finished watching Chicago, because of your crazy teenage boy hormones."
"Really? You want to watch another movie?" Kurt asked. "You don't want to take advantage of the empty house?"
"Maybe..." Sam said, running his fingers up through Kurt's hair. "But I actually wanted to talk to about something. Well, two things."
"What, exactly?" Kurt asked, letting Sam continue to touch his hair, despite how he was messing it up.
"Well, the first is sort of about why I just want to watch movies tonight." Sam said, shifting out from under him. Kurt groaned, pulling himself up on the bed so he was sitting to face Sam. "See, I know we could like fool around and stuff, and maybe we can later, but I mean just because the house is empty doesn't mean we have to, right?" Sam said, taking his hand in his, and Kurt nodded. "And I mean, things have been sort of crazy with us lately...what with the attacks, and me coming out, and then the trial and Kate's party, and getting grounded...then our terrible period of forced separation." He said, smiling. "And then you weren't speaking to me..."
"I'm so sorry about that." Kurt said quickly.
"Hey, it's fine." Sam said. "But I just feel like even when everything that was happening was over, we never really got the chance to just settle down and get back into the normal rhythm of things, you know? So now that things are finally settling down, I just want to be able to slow down and just...I don't know...enjoy being together. And I mean, I sort of look at this, our relationship, as kind of a long term thing..." He continued, glancing nervously at Kurt.
"Me too!" Kurt assured him, and Sam gave him a relieved smile.
"Well good then." He said. "So if we're going to be together for a while, there's gonna be lots of time where we're alone together and we can do...stuff. We don't need to make a big deal out of it every time, just because we can. If we want to, we can...but we don't have to...and I just think it would be nice to do nothing right now...just you know...be together..." He mumbled, casting his eyes down. "Wow that sounds really stupid..."
Kurt leaned forward and kissed him, leaning him back against the wall behind his bed. He pressed his hands against Sam's chest and smiled at him. "It's not stupid Sam, it's beautiful." He said, brushing a piece of blond hair off his face.
Sam smiled again, once again looking relieved. "I thought it sounded sort of hokey...but I'm not great at speeches, so it's the best I could do."
"It was a perfect speech." Kurt whispered, kissing him on the cheek.
"Well I'm glad you think so." Sam said, beaming. "So, I think tonight should mark a new chapter in our relationship. The honeymoon phase is over, the crazy-drama-mega-insane-angst filled phase is over...now things can start being how they should, and always will be." He said, cupping his hand around Kurt's chin. "Just...normal. Normal relationship doing average couple things. We can walk down the hallway holding hands, hang out with our friends….go to movies, dinners..or just hang out at one of our houses….and you know, the other normal relationship stuff that you're so fond of." Sam said, kissing Kurt playfully.
Kurt grinned. "Yes, and I suppose I'm alone in loving that stuff." He said sarcastically.
Sam shrugged. "I can put up with it, if I have to." Sam said in his best long-suffering voice. "But how does the rest of that sound? Boring?" He asked, biting his lip. In all honesty, it might seem boring but it was everything he wanted from a relationship. Just to be able to be with someone, who got him and loved him, and to have what everyone else seemed to have.
Kurt smiled and shook his head. "It doesn't sound boring, it sounds perfect." He whispered, pressing his mouth against Sam's. "I never thought I could have just a normal relationship...not being gay, and not in this town..." He said, shrugging sadly. "But all I've ever wanted is just to be with someone who loved me, who I could just sort of be myself around, drop the protective sarcastic shield you may have noticed I tend to wear..." He joked. "So everything you just said, it's sort of everything I've ever wanted to be able to do." He said, continuing to kiss Sam softly as he spoke. He pulled away a bit and gave him a playful look. "Although if you don't mind me saying, I really feel like the honeymoon phase of our relationship should have included a lot more sex. Or, any."
Sam kissed Kurt back for a moment, and then bit his lip and looked at him. "That's actually sort of the second thing I wanted to talk to you about." He whispered, grinning. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I was really thinking about it last week when you weren't talking to me and...I love you, Kurt." Sam said, staring at him.
"I love you too, Sam." Kurt said, a little confused. "I thought that was an established fact, though."
"It is, but I mean like...I really, really love you." He repeated. "And I...I want to be with you." He whispered, and Kurt felt his heart skip a few beats.
"You are with me, Sam." Kurt whispered back, refusing to let himself jump to conclusions until Sam spelled out exactly what he was saying.
"I know, but I want to be with you...in every way." He said, wearing his "I'm not good at speeches, please understand what I'm trying to say" face.
"How do you mean?" Kurt asked, even though he was pretty sure it wasn't jumping to conclusions to think he knew what Sam was trying to say.
"What do you think I mean?" Sam mumbled, pulling him into kiss him. "I love you, and I need you, and I want you...so much." He paused and looked at him. "If you don't want to though….if you changed your mind, that's fine though. We don't have to...I'm just saying...I want to, if you want to."
Finally letting himself accept what Sam was saying, Kurt threw his arms around his neck and squealed. "No I haven't changed my mind, are you nuts?" He cried, kissing him so rapidly he was pretty sure he missed his mouth a few times. "I want to be with you too, Sam. I have for so long. God you have no idea..." He squealed between frantic kisses.
Sam chuckled, placing a hand on the back of his head to steady him, and giving him a long, slow kiss. "I have a pretty good idea." He said, and Kurt blushed.
"Yeah, I haven't been very subtle, have I?" Kurt said, smiling guilty.
"No, not really." Sam teased, kissing him on the nose. "But that's fine. You're not a subtle person, and it's just one of the billon kajillion reasons why I love you."
Kurt grinned and leaned into Sam again, slipping his tongue inside his mouth for a more serious kiss than he'd given before. Sam wrapped his arms around him as they kissed, and Kurt moaned against him. He loved how Sam's felt around him...he felt so safe, and so warm, and so loved. He never thought he could feel so good.
"You make everything good..." He whispered against his lips, and Sam nodded. "Everything..."
He pushed his hands inside Sam's shirt, and took it off him, running his hands over Sam's bare arms. He leaned back slightly to look at him, trailing his hand over his chest and up to his face. "It's amazing how I still can't get over how beautiful you are." He said, shaking his head.
Sam smiled and leaned forward, pulling him into his lap. "Shut up." He said lightly, brushing off the compliment.
"I'm serious Sam." Kurt said, running his fingers up through his hair. "Sometimes I can hardly believe you're real, let alone mine...I mean..." Kurt blushed, and scratched his head. "I don't mean you're mine like I own you or something..." He mumbled. Sam just laughed and moved his hands up, warping his arms around his neck.
"Hey," he said quietly, forcing Kurt to make eye contact. "I am so yours."
Now it was Kurt's turn to offer a relieved smile, and his kissed Sam back as he did so. "And I'm yours." He whispered.
After that they considered putting another movie in, but decided against it, instead opting for lying together on Sam's bed. Sam was half sitting up, his back leaning against his headboard, and Kurt had resumed his favorite position between Sam's legs, resting the back of his head against Sam's chest. Sam in turn resumed running his fingers through Kurt's hair.
They spoke every now and then, but mostly just lay together, enjoying one of those suspended moments of peace, where the world outside seemed to stop existing. Kurt had pulled one of Sam's arms over his chest, and was running his fingers along his forearm. "You should always wear wife beaters." He said quietly.
"I usually do, just under my shirt." Sam said, amused by how fascinated Kurt seemed with his muscles. He knew he spent so much time at the gym for a reason.
"No, shirts are evil." Kurt whispered. "Just wife beaters, always."
"Ok, if you say so." He said, moving Kurt's hair aside and kissing the back of his ear. "I'll freeze to death when it's cold, but whatever it takes to make you happy."
"I appreciate that." Kurt said.
Kurt was quiet for a few more minutes, and Sam thought he'd fallen asleep, although he continued to finger his fingers over his forearm. Eventually he spoke again. "Have you thought about when you want to do it?" He asked quietly, brushing his fingers along Sam's and tangling them together.
"Do what?" Sam said, smiling. Kurt nudged him a little with his elbow.
"You know what." He said, raising Sam's hand up to his mouth and kissing his fingers.
"I was thinking after regionals." He said, closing his eyes. "I mean, not right after, they'll probably want to celebrate or something...but sometime soon after."
"They'll only want to celebrate if we win." Kurt pointed out. "What if we lose?"
Sam smiled. "We'll win. With the two of us singing a duet, losing is impossible." He said.
"That's a good point." Kurt said, closing his eyes as well.
Sam moved his arms closer around Kurt, pressing him tightly against him as he began to doze off. What I really mean is, with you finally being featured, losing is impossible, Sam thought before feeling himself drift off to sleep with Kurt enclosed his arms.