Back! I've gotten a lot of requests to see Jesse again so I'm going to do my best to include him in these next chapters. I'm glad he was missed, since I love his character so much ^_^
I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it's going to have some fun stuff in it! Like I said in the previous chapter, I'm going to start speeding things up so we can get to the exciting bits of being in love and in high school. Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to Akuro13, my internet spouse ^_^
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Le cry.
WARNINGS: mild violence, homophobia, possible smut, relationship between two boys, blah blah blah.
Kurt's night was not going how he'd planned. Instead of eating a relaxing dinner with his family and worrying about his father he was seated next to him on the couch, a bag of frozen corn over his hand while his father and Carole "discussed" his father's reaction to Kurt fighting.
Although Carole agreed that the little punk had it coming, she didn't agree that they should encourage violence. Kurt just wanted everyone to shut up so the pounding in his head would just go away.
After the adrenaline faded the small teen felt sore all over and a bone-deep weariness seeped into his veins. He closed his eyes and took the bag of corn form his hand and placed it on top of his head. He felt the couch next to him dip as someone sat beside him.
He cracked his eyes opened and saw his Aunt Maggie grinning and offering him a bowl of the matzo ball soup he'd made just the day before.
"Here, honey," she said with a chuckle. She rustled through her purse and handed him two Advil and a pat on his uninjured shoulder.
He took the pills and soup gratefully. "Thanks, Auntie Margaret."
She ran her fingers over his cheek and took the now-defrosted bag of corn off his head. "Let me get you a Diet Coke, sugar. You look like you could use one."
Boy, could he ever. Finn was due home any moment and he was dreading what may have happened at practice after his confrontation with Edison.
He finished his soup and sipped his Diet Coke slowly. The carbonation was doing wonders for settling his stomach and he was just starting to relax as Finn walked in the door. His heart started pounding and leapt into his throat.
The lanky teen came through the living room and smiled at Kurt tiredly before stepping into the kitchen. He turned around and looked at Kurt in confusion. He picked his way around blankets and various bits of medical supplies and carefully perched his sweaty form on the side of the couch.
"What are my mom and Burt arguing about?" he asked quietly.
Kurt narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Me," he said, raising his hand up into view.
"Dude!" Finn exclaimed, Kurt visibly wincing, partly from his headache and the fact that he is not, not will he ever be, a dude. "What happened to your hand?"
"Did… Edison come to practice today?" he asked slowly.
Finn shook his head. "No, he never showed up. The rest of the guys he's friends with were all pissed off, since Coach Beiste made them do extra laps and he wasn't there to suffer with them, or whatever. But what does that have to do with your hand?"
Strangely, he wished the moody jock had shown up to practice, if only so he didn't have to explain how he lost his temper and punched someone in the face. Especially since this was probably all going to blow up in his face tomorrow at school.
And he still had to tell Sam.
He took a deep breath and recounted the events that happened outside his Navigator. He had the sudden urge to go run to Emmy and check her for damage. She was a resilient gal, but still.
Finn's reaction was vastly different that his mother's. "Awesome, man!" he exclaimed, holding his fist up for a bro-bump. Kurt chuckled under his breath and obliged, using his uninjured fist to lightly tap against his soon-to-be-stepbrother's.
He dropped his fist to his lap and sighed, collapsing backwards against the couch. "We'll see how awesome it is tomorrow… I should probably wear something I'm not that attached to."
"You really think you'll get slushied?" Finn asked, uncharacteristically gentle.
Kurt sighed again, quiet this time, and nodded. "Yeah."
Before the two could delve further into Kurt's possible demise Carole and Burt walked back into the living room. His father was leaning heavily against his wife's shoulder before he sank gratefully into his armchair.
"Kurt, as much as I hate the guys that taunt you, and we all agree he got what he had coming to him, fighting is wrong," he parroted, clearly repeating Carole's own words.
If she hadn't been home when he'd made his announcement it would have gone something like "That's my boy. Nobody pushes the Hummel's around. Remember not to tuck your thumb in or you might break it."
Since she was, Kurt merely nodded in understanding and promised to be more careful. He wasn't sure how being more careful was going to help the situation any. Be more careful for not get beat up? Be more careful to avoid small-minded jocks and their testosterone and ignorance fueled literal gay-bashing?
Feigning exhausting, he excused himself. He patted Finn on the shoulder as he left and gave everyone else a peck on the cheek, saving his father for last. They shared a secret smile and Burt whispered "Proud of you, Bambi."
The slender teen smiled and winked at his father before descending the stairs. Truthfully, he was a bit worn out and wanted nothing more than to take a bath, maybe have a quick wank, and go to sleep.
After he called Sam.
He didn't imagine that the other boy was going to be pleased but he had to tell him. He couldn't believe that one moment he's talking to Blaine, forging a closer friendship with his boyfriend's best friend, and the next he's in the middle of a common schoolyard brawl.
Instead of his original plans he settled for changing into his pajamas and indulging in some serious skin care. Sam would probably just be getting home now and then eating dinner with his family and he didn't want to interrupt.
He exhaled in relief as he felt his beloved moisturizers seeping into his pores and righting all the wrongs that had happened in the past few days.
He decided to skip the bruise cream for one night in lieu of not wanting to become one singular breakout. He could just feel his skin getting oily and blemishes festering under the surface. Blech!
Finally finished, he threw himself into bed with a groan. So much for that wank. He was too tired and he'd punched Edison is his thick skull with his right hand. He flexed his fingers regretfully and blindly groped for his phone.
Well, at least something is getting a grope, he thought ruefully.
He finally found his phone and noticed that it was nearly 8:30. He pressed Sam's speed dial and closed his eyes as he waited for the other boy to pick up.
"'Lo?" Sam answered, sounding muffled.
"Hello?" Kurt responded uncertainly. "Is this a bad time?"
He heard some throat clearing before Sam answered, sounding much clearer. "No, sorry, I was eating Doritos. How are you?"
He sighed. He was doing that a lot lately. "Um, I'm fine. I just… need to tell you something."
"Something bad?"
"Kinda," Kurt replied hesitantly. "I… got into a fight."
"What?" Sam exclaimed. "Are you okay? Who was it? Was it Karofsky?"
Kurt had to suppress a giggle. Sam's concern was just so cute. And heartwarming. "I'm okay. And it was Edison."
There was a pause before Sam came back on the line. "Did he hit you?" he asked dangerously.
"No," Kurt said quickly. "But he tried. I, um, I actually hit him."
"Really?" the blond replied. Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.
"Yes, really. I hit him and then I drove away before he could get up."
"You knocked him down?" Sam asked, impressed.
"Uh, yeah," he admitted sheepishly. Why did he have the feeling that this was strangely attractive to his boyfriend?
"Uh, because it is?"
"Shoot!" Kurt exclaimed. "I didn't mean to say that!"
Sam laughed happily, trailing off into a hum. Kurt exhaled shakily, feeling a blush cover his cheeks.
"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you because I heard he didn't show up for practice and I don't know if he's going to try to start trouble tomorrow."
"Is there a reason there might be trouble?"
"Sam!" he said in exasperation. "I punched a football player in the face and called him a pansy! What about that isn't going to cause trouble?"
"You called him a pansy?" he asked gleefully.
Kurt groaned in embarrassment. "You're enjoying this far too much," he accused.
"Heck yes, I am! I always thought I would be the one getting into a fight over our relationship."
Kurt's heart melted a tiny, little bit. "You were going to fight for us to be together?"
"Well, yeah," Sam replied. Kurt could hear the blush in his voice. "I kinda like you. Whole bunches."
"Oh, Sam…"
"Yeah yeah. Underneath my muscley exterior lies a great big softy."
"I like it," he whispered. "I like you."
"Thanks, baby."
Kurt giggled quietly at the endearment. He wished he didn't feel so silly calling Sam pet names in return. What was he supposed to call him? His six foot tall, tanned, blond, stunning boyfriend wasn't anyone's baby.
Well, he'd just have to think on it.
"How was practice?" he asked.
"Fine," Sam said, sounding surprised. "I was sure that there was going to be hell to pay, but Coach Beiste is all over them. She's so mad. Oh! And that Cheerio coach was back. They were practicing next to us and she made Quinn cry."
Kurt had to stifle his groan of dread. He wondered how long it would be before she was trying to destroy glee club again. That, or make him join. He knew she wanted vocals back on her squad but wasn't willing to sacrifice any of the glee Cheerios' acrobatics for a vocal performance.
"Watch out for her," he cautioned.
"Yeah, from what I've heard, I'll steer clear."
Then Kurt yawned into the receiver. "Sorry! I just feel so tired."
"Yeah, fighting'll do that to you. Wish I didn't know that," he admitted.
"Get into a lot of fights," he asked gently.
"Not a lot," Sam said. "Some, though. Um, kids used to pick on Blaine. A lot."
Kurt frowned. He really hated kids sometimes. Luckily, the kids on his street had usually been too scared to really physically pick on him close to home. It happened once, when he was nine or ten, but the boy who did it must have spread the word that Burt Hummel will mess up your day if he saw you pick on his son.
His father had marched the boy home by the ear, Kurt at his side, and made the boy explain why Kurt had the giant shovel mark on his face. The parent's had been suitable outraged Kurt could see that boy mowing the lawn every three days, weeding, and washing his parent's cars for a month.
"Well," Kurt said, getting back on track. "I hate to cut this short, but I want to get my rest. You know, in case things go poorly."
"Okay, baby. Sleep well."
"Thanks," he whispered. "You too. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." And then the line went dead.
Kurt reached for the charger and plugged in his iPhone. He rolled onto his stomach and stared at his screen. A sheepish, glaze covered Sam illuminated the dark room. Kurt had snapped a picture of him washing his entire self at the sink, a tiny bit of glaze smeared on his cheek and on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing one of the Color Me Mine aprons and he'd never looked better.
Regardless of what tomorrow would bring, at least he'd get to see Sam.
Meanwhile, Sam was staring at his phone calendar. The date marked in bright yellow was swiftly approaching and he was trying to think of what he should do.
It was going to be their one month anniversary and Sam wanted to do something nice. Not something opulent and over the top, that was Blaine's area of expertise. He just wanted to do something that said this month was kinda the best month ever and he hoped that they had a bunch more together.
No, he'd save the extravagance for their six month anniversary.
After talking with Kurt, he was in love with the idea of getting Kurt a pet. Not a dog, he didn't think that was wise. They tended to be needy and squirmy and clumsy and he really didn't want his present to Kurt to be responsible for knocking Mr. Hummel down or something equally tragic.
No, he was thinking a cat. And as much as the slim boy seemed to adore R2, Kurt totally seemed like a cat person. They were quiet and sassy and smart and sometimes downright beautiful. Just like Kurt, minus the sometimes. He was always beautiful.
Now, all he had to do was ask Burt.
Sam's mind wandered and landed on Edison. Edison. That prick. How much of a coward did someone have to be to go after Kurt?
Kurt; with his slender form and his sweet nature. And apparently, that was something new because he'd been warned by numerous New Directions members about Kurt's sharp tongue and short temper but had yet to see it.
He wanted to wring that kicker's neck. He went after Kurt when he was sure that Sam would be at practice, unable to come to his aid.
Well, not that I needed to, he thought with satisfaction. He liked that Kurt could take care of himself. Sure, he wanted to take care of things for Kurt, but he would never force Kurt into a role he didn't want. It seemed his boyfriend wasn't content to play damsel in distress and that made Sam's heart pound happily.
He was worried that his relationships with guys would always be like that you see one TV: the "guy" and the "girl". No, he was dating a boy because he liked boys. If he wanted to be with a girl, he'd date a girl.
And we all know how well dating girls went, don't we?
He chuckled as he thought of Kurt, his little ruffian. He looked like a regular brawler now, with his black eye and bruised had.
He hoped that Edison got hell tomorrow. He would be more than happy to point out Michael's (hopefully) bruised face and Kurt's newly bruised fist. Well, as long as it wouldn't upset Kurt or invite more trouble.
He shook his head and abandoned those thoughts; back to kitties. He'd be browsing the local animal shelters since Kurt left on Sunday and he'd spotted a few that looked like serious contenders. Some of their names were ridiculous but they were all young enough that Kurt could change it if he wanted.
The first one, Dandelion, was an orange tabby kitten with short hair and bit green eyes. It the bio said that he was really playful, so he'd have to ask if Kurt would rather an excitable pet or calm one, without letting on what he was thinking.
If calm was the way to go then there was Blue, a Russian mix that was about one year old. This guy was already kinda big with these yellow eyes that just made Sam melt. Whoever had written the bio for this cat said they were lazy and cuddly and very relaxed, which would be great for Burt since then it wouldn't unexpectedly jump on him.
Finally, he came to his favorite. He'd get this one if it were up to him, but he wanted to make sure it was the best pet for Kurt. Her name was Eleanor and she was a blue point Siamese mix. She was almost completely cream colored except for the traditional point markings with amazing blue eyes, so like Kurt's. She was a mix of the other two in personality and about six months old.
He was shocked she hadn't been adopted already and had every finger and toe crossed that she'd stay that way until he could snatch her up for Kurt.
He closed his laptop and stowed it under his bed. Sam made sure that his alarm was set and he'd done all his homework before lying down in bed. It was only ten o'clock but he was out of things to do and Blaine was holed up in his room talking to Puck.
He was in his own honeymoon phase with Kurt, so he didn't begrudge the shorter boy anything. He stretched languorously and reached for the remote. He flicked on the TV and noticed The Mummy was on.
He smiled and set the sleep timer so that it would turn the TV off after the movie was finished, if he fallen asleep or not. He laughed as Brendan Fraser stole a kiss from Rachel Wiesz. He mentally added it to the list of movies he wanted to watch with Kurt.
At this rate, it would take forever for them to get through them all, and Sam was okay with that.
Kurt was pulling on his jeans and muttering to himself venomously. Somehow, he'd managed to sleep through his alarm. Luckily, He'd set his alarm for an hour and a half before school started, so the twenty minutes he overslept wouldn't affect him.
Regardless, the interruption from his routine and the uncertainty of the day made him grumpy. He breezed through his shower and didn't bother with any make up, only slapping on a thick layer of the Vitamin E cream and then running a brush through his hair.
He decided on a pair of jeans that he was about to be relegated to the garage drawer since they were a faded grey and had a small rip on the outer thigh. If (when) he got slushied, he wouldn't ruin something he loved. He only hoped it wasn't red, he hated pink skin.
On top he pulled on a shirt that Brittany had made him. While he loved it and the little purple brontosaurus (complete with mustache and monocle) made him smile, it was now a mottled purple from the last slushy adventure. He was hit with three at once and didn't have the opportunity to change because he was going to be late for a test. He only hoped that maybe he'd get hit with more purple, or maybe blue, so it would match.
He slid on a pair of off leather flip-flops (walking around in soggy shoes was miserable) he sighed before stomping over to his phone and satchel. As if he could predict that fact that he would oversleep, Kurt had packed his bag the night before after he'd printed the music for the song he wanted to convince Mr. Schue to let him sing in glee.
He knew it was going to be a hard sell, letting him sing the female lead in Come What May from Moulin Rouge but, dammit, he could do it! He wouldn't deny that he'd fantasized about singing it with Sam, but the content was a little heavy for a couple barely dating a month.
Their glee director had decided that this year he was going to let them come up with their own duet ideas and then have a type of contest. Him and a guest judge (Miss Pillsbury, duh) would choose the best act to open for them at Sectionals.
This contest was his. Or. Else.
He ran upstairs as he thought about their upcoming anniversary. He and Sam hadn't talked about it so he wasn't sure it he should make any kind of fuss about it. Either way, he had the perfect gift idea in mind. He'd stumbled upon a website that let you personalize your own guitar picks.
In their many talks, Sam had told Kurt that he could never keep track of them and he went through hundreds of them, no exaggeration, and found them in every conceivable space in his room. This resulted in a hilarious story of the blond teen almost swallowing one because it happened to get into a bottle of Tylenol and he didn't check his hand before popping the pills in his mouth.
He was still a little vague on what he wanted to put on the picks, but he'd sit down tonight and really think so he could order them in time for their anniversary.
He walked through the kitchen, kissing Carole on the cheek before downing some Advil and grabbing a banana before heading out the door. He walked to the passenger side of his baby (not dented by the mean jock's fist, thank you very much) and hopped inside.
He fiddled with the controls and set his iPod to play some Amy Winehouse before unpeeling his banana and eating it in the driveway. Even though he'd risen late he managed to get ready double-quick. He didn't want to leave yet, worried about getting to school too early.
He sighed in annoyance. It was ridiculous that he was spending so much time thinking about this. It was ridiculous that he needed to spend this much time thinking about this. He'd much rather think about Friday; McKinley High's first football game of the season.
He was both excited and nervous about the first game. In this town, football was king and the entire population of Lima, Ohio showed up to pack themselves into the metal stands. Sam had shyly informed him that the players got a few family tickets and that he wanted Kurt to have one, if he still wanted to come see him play after what had happened during that practice.
Inwardly, Kurt squealed in delight. Outwardly, Kurt still squealed in delight, just much more quietly, before hugging Sam and informing him that he would love to come see him. He had already been prepared to wait in line for a ticket (Finn never remembered) but now he didn't have to spend his afternoon sitting in the hot sun.
It would also give him the opportunity to get closer to Blaine. He'd always liked the other boy and wanted to make friends with the kind teen form the beginning, but after finding out he was a carrier, Kurt had even more reason to befriend the boy.
He had so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to talk about, but it wasn't something you asked an acquaintance. These things were deeply personal and Kurt knew he would be offended and scandalized if someone just approached him and asked him how he felt about actually being pregnant or how his status as a carrier affected his relationships.
Kurt was in the middle of convincing himself to just go to school already when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He shimmied his fingers into his back pocket and extracted the thing. As expected it was from Sam.
Morning kurt! Come to school, I know you're hiding.
Well, wasn't that the truth. He responded that he wasn't hiding, thank you very much, and he was on his way. A little white lie never hurt anyone. He had a (new) reputation to protect, after all.
He arrived at school, still obscenely early, and noticed Blaine and Sam sitting on the back of the shorter teen's S Class. Next to his boyfriend's leg was what appeared to be Kurt's newest addiction and summer drink: a medium non-fat iced caramel macchiato. Yum.
He cautiously got out of his car and made his way to the two companions. This side of the lot was completely empty in deference to the early hour. Most high schoolers didn't want to be on campus a moment longer than absolutely necessary.
He rounded his car and was surprised to see a guilt-stricken looking Blaine peering at him around Sam's hulking form. He was biting his lip as his trying to prevent himself from blurting something out and kicking his legs anxiously.
He approached Sam and was momentarily distracted. The tall boy gently pulled him between his knees and kissed him, sweet and chaste. Kurt felt himself melt into the caress and he closed his eyes to reciprocate.
The blond pulled back with a fond smile and handed Kurt the coffee concoction he'd gotten for him. He reached for it with his bruised hand and Sam clucked his tongue and took his hand, bringing it closer to his face for inspection and placing the drink back on the trunk.
"Aww, baby," he whispered, gently running his fingers over his inflamed knuckles before brushing a soft kiss over the irritated flesh.
Finally, Blaine could contain himself no longer and practically threw himself off the car, stumbling in his haste. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted. "I'm so sorry."
He looked to Sam for a moment before turning to the distraught boy. "What?"
"I didn't notice him there or I never would have let you walk around by yourself! I don't know how I didn't see him, since he must have been waiting for you since before I even got to my car! I feel so bad, your poor hand!"
Kurt raised his eyebrows in surprise and pulled the upset teen into a hug without even thinking about it.
"No!" he exclaimed. "Oh my gosh, don't even worry think about that!" He pulled back and held Blaine at arm's length. "He's a sneaky coward, you couldn't have known."
The dark haired boy attempted to smile but looked unconvinced. He looked to Sam for help and he just looked at Kurt significantly. It was clear he'd had this conversation with his friend a few times and hadn't managed to convince him he shouldn't feel guilty.
"Blaine," he said slowly. "Stop worrying. He didn't even touch me. And besides, hitting him was really satisfying, as much as I hate to admit it."
That startled a laugh out of the other teen and he nodded reluctantly. He extended his hand and poked at the dinosaur in the bottom corner of his shirt. "That's so awesome."
"Thanks, Brit made it for me."
"Really?" Sam asked. "That's so cool."
"Uh-huh. I think Santana put her up to it, thinking that it would embarrass me since there was no way I couldn't wear it, you know? But when I was little I had the biggest crush on Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park, so I was in love with dinosaurs . Still am," he admitted.
Sam and Blaine laughed, as intended, and Sam actually let Kurt have his coffee this time around. He took a blissful sip and the three teens made their way towards the main building. Blaine waved goodbye as he spotted Puck pulling into the lot and went to wherever the two teens spent their time before classes started.
As they strolled to their lockers Kurt asked if he was excited about the game this Friday.
"Ohmygod, I'm so nervous," he confessed. "If we screw this up everyone is going to blame me."
Not knowing what to say since that was sad yet very, very true, he simply took Sam's hand and squeezed reassuringly. They reached Kurt's locker, wonderfully free of offensive graffiti, and Sam leaned against the other lockers to watch the fair boy as he exchanged his books.
He reached out and ran a gentle had down Kurt's back, making the other boy blush even as he leaned into the touch. As Kurt closed his locker the blond teen pressed another kiss to the nape of his neck before walking ahead of him to his own locker, turning to smile mischievously at the other boy.
The slender boy flushed even further as he hurried to catch up to Sam. Lately, Kurt noticed they couldn't get enough of each other and, when together, they touched almost constantly. He assumed this was normal in any relationship, especially one between teenagers, and it made his stomach squirm in giddy anxiety.
Another thing he had in mind for their anniversary was maybe taking things a little further, heating things up a just a bit more. He'd been…researching and thought that he was more than ready for more. If only they could get some time alone…
His thoughts were interrupted as he ran into Sam's strong back. The blond teen had his backpack in his hand and turned to smile at Kurt devilishly. "Distracted this morning?"
"You be quiet," he murmured, bringing his hands up to cover his heated face. He glanced at the front of the locker and noticed that there were not defamatory words printed on the front with relief.
His relief was short lived when he saw who was coming down the hall; Edison, with a pretty impressive black eye. He unconsciously moved closer to Sam. He could clearly defend himself but the flaxen haired teen was built for confrontation, as much as he hated it. He didn't think his poor hand could take another punch and he really didn't want to wear a cast. That was never cute.
Sam turned around when he noticed Kurt's tense form and his lips thinned to an aggravated line when he saw the other football player. Kurt placed a restraining hand on the other boy's arm and looked at him pleading. He didn't really think that Sam would start a fight in the middle of a hallway but you could never be too certain; glee had taught him that.
The few students that were in the hallway took in the scene with rapt attention and began to whisper to one another when Edison had turned the corner. He sighed heavily and brought a hand up to run it through his hair. A pair of girls whispered furiously, the one with the darker hand trying to gesture at his bruised hand without attracting his attention.
Well, mission unaccomplished. Kurt had a keen eye for people pointing at him. He bit his lip around a groan and shared a look with Sam. By second hour, the entire school would know of their exchange and there were likely to be dozens of stories about how these new bruises on his hand and Edison's face came to be, each more elaborate than the last.
Sam just looked at him a shrugged. "We can't do anything about it until after it happens. We'll do damage control later if we have to."
"Right," he replied, letting Sam guide him to his first class.
They backtracked, the slim boy's class being at the opposite end of the hallway. He stopped in front of the classroom and bent down, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's temple. He pecked his forehead and leaned back, brushing back a wayward lock of hair.
"See you in an hour," he said.
"See you," Kurt replied, reluctantly slipping into the classroom and taking his seat, letting Sam get to his own class.
He sat in his seat at the front of the class. This was his favorite and best subject, so he normally wanted to shine. Today, all he wanted to do was hide. He crossed his legs and pulled out his spiral notebook, turning to the first blank page and preparing for class.
Suddenly his French partner, Tara, scurried through the door in a flurry of sky blue muslin. He loved her fashion sense and impeccable accent, but he hated her nosiness. She slid into the seat beside him, the joy of a new story swimming in her eyes.
Her eyes darted to his hands and they widened we she was the evidence of whatever rumor she had heard. It was worse than he thought; this was fast, even for McKinley.
"Kurt," she breathed, voice pitched low and eager. "Did you get into a fight with Michael Edison?"
Yeah, it was going to be a long day. Gaga give him strength…
Kurt walked out to his car wearily. Glee practice was a complete bust today since all anyone could seem to do was talk about Kurt's fight or sing songs that had to do with fighting. At least Rachel's selection, I'll Make a Man Out of You was tolerable but Artie's rapping nearly sent him over the edge.
Honestly, Kurt was stumped. There had been a ton of backlash when the word of their fight came out, but none of it had been at Kurt or Sam. Incredibly, Edison bore the brunt of the attack. His fellow jocks gave him hell for being beaten by someone like him when it came to an up close and personal confrontation while the rest of the populous was incredulous the he, Kurt Hummel, packed a mean right hook.
McKinley's errant kicker was taking a lot of flak for A) getting booted from the first game, and B) getting beat up by the gay kid. And the most confusing part of it was that Kurt actually felt bad for the idiot. He'd watched him sit in his car during lunch, hunched over his steering wheel and muttering to himself angrily.
Luckily, Mercedes has been there to talk him out of going over there and talking to him. About what, Kurt had no idea, but he felt the desire to approach the other teen. If he had to hear one of the girls call him tenderhearted one more time he was going to cry.
It would only prove them right, but still.
He'd seen the football player get harassed by the very teammates that convinced him to kick the ball at him and claimed to be his friend. He was really grateful that he managed to dodge Edison's attempt to add to his bruise theme he had going on but he was beginning to regret giving in to temptation and retaliating.
Life just wasn't fair and being a teenager made no damn sense. He needed to talk to his dad.
On a more positive note, he and Sam had a date tomorrow! Well, they were going bowling with Wes and David, so he could meet them officially. At least he couldn't spill glaze on one of them this time.
It was kind of a double date, since Blaine and Puck were going as well. Kurt was actually really excited for this. He never thought he'd have the opportunity to go on any date in high school, let alone a double date. He hadn't been bowling since his mother was alive, but he wasn't going to let that get him down.
He reached his car, blissfully free of football players, and plopped inside gracelessly. He checked his phone before pulling out and noticed he had a text from Blaine. He'd given the other boy his number because he figured they were soon-to-be-friends and he had convinced the other boy to help convince Mr. Schuester to let them sing Come What May for Sectionals.
Since he wasn't going to sing the song with Sam he figured Blaine was his best bet. He'd heard the boy sing, really sing, not just for an audition, and he knew their voices would harmonize well. That and he wasn't going to sing this song with his almost-brother, no sir.
The shorter teen thanked him for the sheet music and said he was excited to practice when Sam had practice on Thursday. His father insisted that they not act as thought they were walking on eggshells around him and all but demanded Kurt have his friends over again.
After a quick reply, Kurt put his car in gear and drove home. His room was nowhere near ready for company and he'd never have time to prepare it tomorrow night. He had a feeling that between getting ready for their date and staying out late to bowl, there would be very little time for him to make sure that his room was the rehearsal ready.
Kurt's date was in an hour and he had nothing to wear. Okay, we all know that's a lie, but he had nothing he thought suitable for a double (triple?) date with Sam and his friends.
He needed to wear pants, obviously. Kurt was already having a minor panic attack about having to wear rental shoes from the alley and there was no way he could pull off those clown clonkers in shorts; he'd be all knees and feet and there was a less than zero chance that the shoes would match anything he put on.
So, neutral it was. He pulled on a dark pair of jeans, a bit looser than normal so that they would fall over his shoes instead of cling to his ankles. He sighed and whimpered pitifully, pawing through his shirts desperately.
He finally just closed his eyes and spun in a circle before coming to a stop and darting his hand out, grabbing a shirt randomly. He opened his eyes and laughed. It was the shirt he stole from Sam. Well, that was out, so he picked the shirt next to it. It was a deep purple v-neck with a subtle paisley design over the left breast pocket.
Sam had urged him to take a sweater of some kind, telling him the alley was always cold. He grabbed a charcoal grey cardigan and tossed it over his arm before exiting his closet and throwing it on his bed. He looped a grey leather belt though his pants with a pewter music note on the buckle and smiled. That was more like it.
He slipped on socks and sat in front of his vanity. He'd been debating with himself about putting on make all day. Wes and David already knew what had happened to him and the others had seen him in all his bruised glory but he felt like he should so he didn't draw attention to them.
He picked up his concealer before growling angrily and tossing it back on the countertop. He pushed back from the vanity and went to his bathroom, rummaging around under the sink to find the Lysol wipes packets he knew he had. He'd wear the shoes without complaint but he was going to sanitize them within an inch of their little leather lives.
He walked over to his shoe racks and slipped into a pair of purple plaid tennis shoes. He surveyed his handiwork in the mirror and sighed. It would have to do. He wandered over to his computer and sat at his Mac.
He'd ordered Sam's gift last night, guitar picks with all manner of things on them like Star Wars and Avatar and even a cheesy red one that read "Happy Anniversary". They should be there by the middle of next week, just in time for their weekend anniversary.
As he was browsing the picks he'd ordered, someone knocked on his door. He looked up in confusion and called for them to come in. Carole popped her head in the doorway and smiled. "Sam's here, honey."
What? How had he missed this? "Thanks," he called, grabbing his sweater and bag and ran upstairs.
He found Sam sitting in the living room with his dad, grinning happily. He beamed when he saw Kurt and shook his father's hand before standing. "Hey," Kurt breathed. "Sorry to keep you waiting; I didn't even hear you arrive."
"S'okay," Sam replied, turning back to face his parents.
"One o'clock," Burt said firmly. Kurt was surprised but said nothing. Sam must have made quite the impression for his dad to allow him to be out with five boys until one in the morning.
He kept his mouth shut but nodded in understanding. He kissed his dad and Carole on the cheek before he left and waved at Finn as they passed the kitchen. Sam led him out to the Camaro and opened the door for him.
Kurt smiled in thanks and made sure to cross his legs in a way he knew made them look a mile long. The blond closed the door reluctantly, his eyes moving in a lingering caress over his thighs. When he finally shit the door Kurt allowed himself a brief, wicked grin as the other boy trotted around the back of the car.
Sam slid into the sports car and closed the door behind him. He leaned over the center console and drew Kurt into a short but passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into Kurt's mouth in a slick writhe before retreating. The blond didn't bother covering his smug grin and he took in the dazed look on Kurt's face.
The fair teen shook his head and buckled his seatbelt with Sam backed them out of the drive. Once they were on their way, Sam chatted about practice and how excited he was for all of his friends to be together again.
Kurt smiled, content to just listen to Sam and respond when appropriate. The closer they got to the alley, the more nervous he became. He'd only met Wes and David very briefly and was worried that he was going to commit some sort of faux pas that would make them hate him.
They pulled into the bowling alley and Sam remarked that they were the first ones there. "Puck hadn't gotten to the house by the time I left and Wes and David are always at least ten minutes late," he explained, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation.
Sam held the door open for him and followed him inside. They approached the counter and Kurt couldn't help but notice the middle-aged woman staring at his face. He should have worn makeup. The tanned teen noticed the clerk's stare and cleared his throat pointedly.
She shook he head a plastered a fake smile on her face before asking how she could help them. Sam requested two lanes, as they had agreed upon earlier (apparently, Wes and David played by a completely different set of rules) and gave their shoe sizes.
Kurt couldn't quite suppress his grimace as he took the red and brown monstrosities and followed Sam to lanes ten and eleven. He sat across from Sam and placed his shoes on the table, pulling out the Lysol wipes and opening them swiftly.
The muscular teen chuckled at Kurt's precaution but said nothing as he wiped down both of their shoes. Sam's were blue and white, a far cry better than his own. He was right, they didn't match at all. His distaste must have shown on his face because Sam chuckled before leaning across the table and lightly kissing his bruised cheek. "You are so cute."
"I know," he replied cheekily, glad his nerves were settling.
Sam roared with laughter before tossing his shoes on the floor and jamming his feet into them. He tied them in a messy knot and wiggled his feet happily before looking at Kurt expectantly. He rolled his eyes and slid his feet into the garish things and tied them up much neater than Sam had.
The other teen stood and gestured for Kurt to follow him. "What kind of ball do you use?"
"There are different kinds?" he blurted out without thinking.
"Yeah, like, different weights," he explained, surprising Kurt by not teasing him.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't been bowling in like, nine years. Nothing to heavy."
Sam hovered over the balls before pulling one off the rack (purple!) and handing it to Kurt. "Try this one."
Kurt stuck his fingers in the holes and attempted to heft the ball and give it a cursory swing. The weight was fine (eleven pounds) but the holes were too big, causing him to fumble the ball wildly. Luckily, Sam helped him catch it before it launched across the room.
"Too heavy?" he asked.
"No," Kurt replied, flushing. "The holes are too big."
Sam nodded in understanding and handed him another ball. This time Kurt's test swing went perfectly and he cradled the ball close to his chest while Sam picked out his ball. The muscular teen went for a sixteen pound ball in a bright green and smiled his lopsided smile.
"Show off," Kurt muttered teasingly. Sam just shrugged bashfully and placed his ball on the resurfacing machine, Kurt following suit.
Just as they were about to sit down, Puck and Blaine showed up looking ruffled and happy. Well, no need to ask what they had been doing. He and Sam giggled uncontrollably as Puck and Blaine retrieved their shoes and made their way over to the table.
Blaine shrugged out of his jacket, smiling in greeting, only to reveal a newly-formed hickey near neckline of his t-shirt. This set Sam and Kurt off giggling again while Blaine only stared at them in bewilderment. Noah Puckerman just grinned smugly and winked at them.
He walked off to get balls for him and Blaine and Kurt tried to subtly gesture at his own neck, signaling to Blaine why they were laughing. The shorter teen blushing and pressed his fingertips to the tender spot, smiling sheepishly.
"Uh, yeah," he said, trying to glance down.
Kurt laughed and rummaged through his bag, handing the flustered boy his mirror. Blaine adjusted his shirt to cover the mark and smiled at the fair teen gratefully. "Thanks. Wes and David never would have let me hear the end of it."
"Hear the end of what?" they heard from behind them. Sure enough, Wes and David were standing behind them, eyes bright and mischievous.
David put his arm around Blaine's neck and pulled the t-shirt down enough to reveal the purplish mark. "That his boyfriend's a vampire, of course."
Wes cackled delightedly and the two flounced off to order something at the snack counter. Blaine facepalmed but brightened when Noah returned. The mohawked boy placed their bowling balls next to Sam and Kurt's and sank into the seat next to him.
They chatted idly until the other boys returned with a mountain of powdered sugar covered dough and two giant sodas. "So, chaps," Wes began. "Shall we?"
Sam and Blaine rolled their eyes and the curly haired teen started to enter their names into the machine. Wes and David did the same while taking out their own personal bowling balls. Kurt narrowed his eyes in interest. They were a clear jelly looking substance, one green one blue, and they appeared to have insects inside them.
It reminded Kurt of Jurassic Park again and he smiled. The two energetic boys began to bowl, using their own unique scoring system that had more to do with the pins they left up than the ones they knocked down.
Puck bowled first on their side and immediately got a strike. Kurt was pretty sure it was the muscles and the pin threw themselves down in fear of being splintered by a ball of plastic and resin. He kept his thoughts to himself and watched as Blaine went, earning himself a spare.
Well, Kurt was beginning to see he was a bit out of his league, quite literally. Then it was Sam's turn and, surprise surprise, another strike. Kurt stood to take his turn and bit his lip self-consciously. Yeah, he was going to suck.
He walked to the ball-return and snagged his as Sam was retreating. "Don't make fun of me when I suck," he implored.
Sam laughed, "Of course not! Sweetheart, you haven't been bowling in like, ten years. Do you remember how?" he asked sincerely.
"I think so."
Turns out, he remembered how, he just couldn't execute it. All in all, he managed to knock down three pins. Instead of the humiliation he thought he would feel all he could do was giggle. He was so bad it truly was laughable.
He walked back and bounced his shoulders as if to say "Oh well". Wes and David ribbed each other and smiled widely as he returned. "Been awhile?" Wes asked teasingly.
Kurt nodded his head and took his seat next to Sam. the blond boy draped an arm over his shoulder and pulled him in closer, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah," he replied. "Not since my mom died."
The two teens across from him stopped chortling abruptly and looked at one another in horror. Sam burst out into hysterical laughter and hugged him close.
"What?" he whispered.
"I've never seen them speechless before!" he said gleefully.
"Well," Kurt replied, fluttering his eyelashes coyly. "I'm glad I'm good at something."
The teens finished up their games, Wes and David apologizing the entire time. Puck had ended up winning two of the three games they played, with Sam winning the other. Kurt's highest score was a whopping 86, which was actually a vast improvement over his fist game, where he bowled a 42.
He was actually kind of glad he was sincerely terrible at bowling since it gave them all something to laugh about the entire time. That, and it gave him excuse to have Sam demonstrate how to properly swing the ball.
Kurt had no interest in improving his game if it meant he could get Sam's arms around him as often as possible. Sam didn't seem to be complaining either.
The three groups of teens went their separate ways. Kurt was pretty sure Blaine and Puck were going to go wherever they were earlier to finish fooling around while Wes and David seemed to have plans for the local 24-hour grocery store. There dessert-fueled bowling frenzy was wearing off and it seemed they needed another sugar fix.
Sam and Kurt, however, were going to get a cup of coffee and then go to this "spot" Sam had told him about. He hoped it was, *ahem*, private.
They stopped at The Daily Grind to get something to drink. Kurt strayed from the norm by ordering iced tea instead of a coffee. The crisp drink would be refreshing after the smoky atmosphere of the bowling alley.
There was a bar attached to the alley and the patrons seemed to love their cigarettes and cigars. He was so glad that his boyfriend wasn't the kind to sneak cigarettes behind the bleachers to be cool since it made his nose itch and his throat feel scratchy.
When they had gotten their drinks and Kurt had finished shivering over the amount of sugar that had to be in Sam's caramel-mocha-coconut-crazychino they made their way back out to Sam's car.
Kurt relaxed into the butter-soft leathers as Sam prattled on about something as they drove towards Sam's house and then beyond. The soft sounds of his voice encouraged the slender teen to let his mind wander.
He reached over and placed his hand on Sam's knee, angling his head towards him. "Have you been listening?" he asked knowingly.
Kurt shook his head no and smiled, brushing his thumb back and forth across the outside of his knee. Sam squeezed his hand in return before returning it to the shifter. "Almost there," he said softly.
They turned down a dirt road and Sam past the end, stopping just in front of a fallen tree trunk, a canopy of trees above them keeping out the night chill by preventing the winds from washing over him. Sam grabbed a blanket from his trunk and beckoned Kurt to follow him.
They rounded the tree trunk and bundled them in the blanket before they took a seat in what was clearly Sam's favorite place. The tree trunk had all the bark shorn from this area, leaving it smooth. The overgrowth that had been cleared away and in place of an overgrown jungle it created a cozy place to sit.
They cuddled together and sipped at their drinks. Kurt almost wished he'd gotten hot tea, but he had his own personal warmer in the form of a six foot tall statue of perfection.
Once they were settled Sam gestured upward and smiled. Kurt looked up and inhaled in surprised. The canopy broke just above their heads in a rough circle and they were able to look at the night sky.
"How did you find this?" he asked, incredulous.
Sam took a long sip of his drink. "Remember I told you about Gordon?" he asked.
Kurt nodded in acknowledgement and waited for Sam to continue.
"Well, it was right after we broke up. We'd just had sex a few days prior and I guess he found me…lacking, or something. He broke up with me with a text message. I just happened to be driving when I got it, so I kept driving and driving and I actually ran out of gas, right here," he said motioning back towards his car. "I sat here for a while before Blaine called me because my parents had called him. Since then, I come here when I need to think or just want to be alone or just… relax. Do you like it?"
"It's amazing," he assured. "I'm sorry you had to find it that way, but it really is beautiful."
"Mmm," he agreed. "Silver lining."
Kurt cuddled close, tucking his nose under Sam's chin. "That's a good way to look at it," he said before pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his chin. "You have such a great outlook on things. I really love that about you."
The blond tightened his embrace and looked down at Kurt. He smiled lazily and took Kurt's chin between his thumb and forefinger. He slowly lowered his mouth to Kurt's and kissed him, the sweet taste of his frappe still on his tongue.
Kurt responded instantly, deepening the kiss and cooing into his mouth. Their kissed grew more heated and Sam worried the other boy's lower lip between his teeth. He released the inflamed appendage and trailed kisses across his jaw until he reached his ear. He took the lobe between his teeth as he had done with his lip moments earlier and nibbled lightly.
Kurt mewled happily and crawled into the tall boy's lap, straddling his thighs. He panted slowly and clutched at Sam's shoulders. He urged the blonde's lips back to his own and kissed his feverishly. He plucked at the buttons on Sam's shirt and swiftly undid them.
He let his hands roam across the firm expanses of Sam's chest, plucking at his nipples. The privacy afforded by their remote location made Kurt bold. He had originally planned to save this for their anniversary but he didn't know when they would be able to steal a moment like this again. And he wanted.
"Wait," he whispered against Sam's full lips.
The blond immediately pulled away and looked at Kurt. "What it is?" he replied, equally as soft.
"Can I—um, can I try something?"
"Oh, you mean like…?" Sam asked, trailing off significantly.
Kurt nodded minutely and reached for the button on Sam's jeans as the other boy nodded. His fingers shook as they popped the button and slowly dragged the zipper down. He leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to the blonde's collarbones as he drew his stiff shaft from his trousers.
He rested his forehead on Sam's chest as he watched his hand slowly stroke Sam's manhood. He licked his lips hesitantly before kissing a path down the muscular teen's chest and abdomen. He glanced up at the other boy's hazel eyes before bending forward once more and pressing a lingering kiss to the tip of his erection.
He reveled in Sam's pleased hiss and bestowed tiny, sucking kisses down his impressive length. He lapped at the base before raising his head, only to sink down over the head of his cock.
He concentrated on his breathing and trying to take as much of Sam into his mouth as possible. He closed his eyes and soon found a rhythm, using his fist to stroke and twist what he couldn't take into his mouth.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he pulled back and stoked over his spit-slicked lengths for a few white-hot seconds. He heard Sam's shaky breaths, loud in the stillness of the night. One of the blonde's hands came to cup his jaw while the other buried itself in his hair.
The other teen was gazing at him wondrously, making Kurt's heart pound happily and his breath catch in his chest. He sank his mouth down over his again and hummed contentedly, his free hand coming to rest on Sam's hip.
He felt clumsy and his jaw ached and there was this constant urge to cough but Sam was looking at him like he was some kind of treasure, making the smoky arousal in his belly coil slowly around him in a vice grip.
He heard Sam's panting breaths begin to morph into grunts and finally a growl. "Kurt," he warned. "Close."
The fair teen briefly debated the merits of swallowing but pulled back, deciding to save that for another time, perhaps their anniversary. The thought was a bit daunting and he didn't think he was quite prepared for it this time.
He stared into Sam's face, eyes closed and head thrown back, hips thrusting into the tunnel of his fists. He made a tortured sound, sounding like the best, most exquisite torment, and came. His hips moved erratically and he bit his lip mercilessly as Kurt stroked him through his orgasm.
Finally, Sam collapsed bonelessly against the trunk and splayed his legs wide, unashamed at his nudity. Kurt bit his lip and whimpered, his own arousal becoming urgent. Sam heard the desperate note in his tone and pulled him close. He kissed him lazily and slowly undid Kurt's own jeans, asking permission.
"Yes," he whispered frantically. "Yes."
Sam slid his hand inside and gripped him firmly. Kurt gasped in pleasure and slumped over his defined chest, mouthing at the heated flesh he found there. He mewled pitifully and thrust into the calloused fingers encircling his engorged length.
His orgasm snuck up on him and grabbed him by the throat, slamming into him harshly and making him breathless. He buried his teeth in Sam's collarbone as his legs quivered with the strength of his release.
Sam's lips desperately sought his own and the blond kissed the taste of himself from Kurt's mouth. They broke the kiss and Sam let his head fall back against the fallen tree trunk. The fair teen curled against his chest and caught his breath.
He felt lightheaded and shivery and amazing. And sticky, but that was beside the point.
Sam chuckled weakly and cracked one eye open to look at Kurt. "I want to run my fingers through your hair and stuff by…" he trailed off, holding up his come covered hands.
Kurt blushed when confronted with the evidence of his climax. "Uh, yeah," he replied. "Me too."
Sam leaned over and snagged the napkin he'd wrapped around his drink, now wet with condensation, and swiped the clammy mess from his fingers. Kurt copied his actions with his own napkin and they both redressed.
The snuggled under the blankets once more, feeling closer than ever. "I don't want to leave," Kurt confided.
"We have time; it's only 11:30," Sam replied after checking his phone.
Kurt cuddled closer. "Good."
The blond sniggered in amusement. "Tired, baby?"
"Maybe a little."
"Close your eyes," Sam encouraged. "I'll wake you up when we have to go."
"Are you sure? I feel like I'm always falling asleep on you."
The blond smiled down at him gently and smoothed a hand down his back. "I don't mind."
He looked down and the dozing form of his boyfriend and took in the porcelain skin and delicate feature. No, Sam didn't mind one bit.
Glee practice came to a close on Thursday and Kurt strode out to his car happily. Blaine followed him out to his own car and the two chatted excitedly, eager to begin practice on their duet.
He reached his car and slid into the driver's seat with a smile. Since his confrontation with Edison on Monday, he hadn't been teased in three days. The only person that had even glanced at him strangely had been Karofsky.
He had a feeling between his confrontation with Edison, Coach Beiste's retribution, and the fact that the two best players on the team were bi, things might start looking better for him and his friends. Strangely enough, Coach Sylvester had been an unpredictable ally.
Since the Cheerio coach had returned she had still been her same old self; a she-devil with a purpose. But now, her purpose seemed to be turning the tormentors into the tormented. For once, the harridan was making Kurt's life easy instead of making him feel even more persona non grata.
And he was still self-conscious about his hips, thank you very much. However, some of his pain was lessened as she literally chased Azimio down a hallway with a slushy made of her illicit protein powder and placenta. Blech.
He shivered, feeling phantom slushy drip down his back. He sighed and focused his thoughts on the moment. He slowly backed up and made sure Blaine was following before driving home. The dark haired teen and he agreed t practice for two hours, partially because they didn't really need it, all they needed to nail down was the choreography, and because Puck had surprised his duet partner with tickets to go see the orchestra that was in Westerville.
He made his way through town and pulled into his drive, Blaine coming to a halt behind him. He hopped out of the car and grabbed his bag, waiting for the curly haired teen before breezing into the house.
"I'm home!" he called, his aunt peeking out of the kitchen and waving at him with a spatula and a wry grin. "He's in spare room," she explained. "He's taking a nap. I think the medicine is really doing a number on him right now."
Kurt's smile dimmed but he nodded in understanding. He noticed Maggie peering around him at the dapper gentleman behind him and inwardly smacked himself at his lack of manners. "Aunt Maggie, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is my aunt," he introduced.
"Well hello, sweetheart," he said with a sly wink.
"Nice you meet you, miss," Blaine replied.
Maggie tittered blithely. "Aren't you a doll? I haven't been a miss in a very long time."
The shorted teen blushed and huffed a short laugh. Kurt responded in kind before pressing a quick kiss to her powdery cheek and leading Blaine to his basement.
As it turns out, the teens would need to meet again for practice. Between laughing over glee club's hijinks and Coach Sylvester's antics they didn't get much done. They ran the song a few times but it often dissolved into giggles midway through the song.
They didn't need to practice singing, and the choreography would be a breeze once they actually tried, but not bursting into laughter halfway through was proving to be a challenge. Luckily, the date for the "auditions" was in three weeks, so they had time.
Blaine left at six, needed to get home and change into something orchestra appropriate before Noah came to get him. He hugged his new friend goodbye and bid him goodnight, wishing him a nice evening.
He walked back into the living room and sat next to his father. He'd woken from his nap and was eating bowl of soup with the bread he'd made while catching up on some episodes of Sons of Guns Kurt had recorded for him.
He curled up next to his dad and rested his head on his shoulder. There were a few moments when Kurt was scared he'd never get to do this again. Now, those anxieties were passed and he had no intention of taking this for granted anymore. In the middle of the second episode there was a knock at the door.
Kurt slowly sat up and looked at his father uncertainly. It was nearly 8:30 and his whole family was already here.
"I think that's for you," his dad said quietly, the ghost of a smile on his face.
Kurt narrowed his eyes in confusion and stood from the couch, quickly flitting towards the door. He looked in the peephole and beamed when he saw a head of blond hair. He swung open the door and cocked his head in question. "What are you doing here?" he asked happily. Pulling him into a hug.
"Uh," he began, pulling back and holding him at arm's length. "I have a surprise for you. A present."
"A present?"
Sam nodded. "It's kinda early, for our anniversary," he said, blushing. "But I was worried that it would be gone if I waited any longer."
"Oh," he said, surprised, breathless. "Um, do you want to come in?"
"Yeah, but uh, go in your room and close your eyes?" he requested. "It's gonna take me a minute to get everything ready."
Intrigued, Kurt left the door open and walked back through the living room. His father smiled enigmatically and gestured towards his room with a jerk of his head. He obeyed, sitting cross-legged on his bed and closing his eyes. He toppled over and buried his face in the pillow, listening to the sounds above him.
He heard muffled voices, his father's and Sam's, and a few muffled thumps and frowned in confusion. What the hell was it? Finally, he heard his bedroom door creak open and his boyfriend's voice calling down to him.
"Are your eyes closed?"
Kurt sat up, folding his hands in his lap and smiling. "Uh-huh."
"'Kay," Sam replied, slowly climbing down the stairs.
He felt the tall boy come to a stop in front of him and could practically sense his smile. "Ready?" Sam asked.
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. "Now you're just teasing!"
The blond laughed. "Maybe a little," he allowed. "Okay, open your eyes."
He opened his eyes only to want to punch Sam in his perfect chest because he was holding whatever it was behind his back! "Sam!" he cried.
The muscled boy laughed and kicked at the floor. "Sorry, you're just so cute when you're like this."
Kurt wanted to ask Like what? but repressed the urge. "Lemme see!" he commanded instead.
"I hope you like her."
Her? he thought in the second before Sam pulled his arms from behind his back and presented him with the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. "You got me a cat?" he whispered.
"Uh, yeah. Too much?" Sam asked worriedly.
"No, she's—I love it. Her. I love her," he stuttered. "Can I…hold her?"
The strong boy handed the tiny thing over gingerly, giving her one last fond stroke down her back. Kurt took her, feeling clumsy and inadequate. She was so tiny, even though she was passed the early stages of kittenhood; slim and long and lean with beautiful fur. She reminded Kurt of a model. Well, if cat's had models.
"Does she have a name?" he asked, awed.
"Eleanor," Sam supplied. "That's what the shelter named her. Um, they said you could change it if you want, especially since she's still so young."
He slim teen looked into her sleepy blue eyes. "It's perfect; it suits her," he said. He looked back to sam, beaming. "How old is she?"
"Six months," he said. "I've got all her paperwork upstairs. She's got all her shots and she's already fixed. I picked up some food and a litter box and other things they said she'd need."
Kurt leaned up and gripped the back of Sam's neck, pulling him into a quick, passionate kiss. "Thank you," he said, voice thick with tears.
Sam kissed him on the forehead before sitting next to him, lightly rubbing over Eleanor's dark nose. "She's so pretty," Kurt mused. "I have no idea why she was in a shelter."
"I know," the taller boy agreed. "When I saw her, I wanted her for you so much. As soon as your dad said it was okay I ran to get her."
"When did you ask?"
Sam grinned. "The night we went bowling."
Kurt's reply was cut off by the loud purring that erupted form Eleanor's throat. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face over Kurt's chin and he absolutely melted. "I love her already," he whispered.
"I'm glad."
"What gave you the idea?" the fair teen asked.
"When you told me you'd never had a pet that day we went to Color Me Mine. I could see how much you liked R2 so…" he trailed off, shrugging.
"She's so pretty. What is she, do you know?"
Sam cleared his throat as he slipped his shoes off and crossed his legs. "They said she's a blue point Siamese mix. I don't… really know what that is," he confessed.
Kurt just shrugged and cuddled her closer, then cuddling into Sam's side. "Thank you," he repeated. "Thank you."
Sam said nothing, just wrapped his arms around him. Kurt slowly leaned back, the blond following. He gently laid Eleanor between them and stroked down her lean form. "She's so soft," he mused aloud.
The blond ran his fingers over her silky fur, the digits tangling with Kurt's. The pale teen tightened his grip on them and rested them over the sleeping kitten's belly, their fingers idly rubbing her fur as they caressed each other.
Sam brought his other arm up and ran his fingers though Kurt's hair, lulling him into his own state of cat-like drowsiness. The two teens stayed like that late into the night, a bone-deep contentedness taking over them.
Kurt had no doubt in his mind that he was falling in love.
Finished! Thank goodness! I'm sorry this took so long but I had some real life things I needed to take care of. Being a Maid of Honor is busy work!
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