Alright, you guys got me.
I'm on Spring Break in Las Vegas right now, but I feel horrible because this chapter has been sitting half-written on binder paper for two weeks now. So I finished it at like, 2 in the morning. It's a little longer, so I hope you guys will like it! Please forgive the long wait! Thank you all for reading, favoriting, and reviewing!
"Sam…." A voice whispered softly.
Sam's eyes slid open slowly, and his entire being was filled with happiness as his eyes met Kurt's. Kurt smiled softly down at him. His slender fingers were stroking his hair slowly, and Sam knew that this was perfection. His head rested in Kurt's lap, and they relaxed as the water pitter-pattered down on the roof of the limo. The rain had been non-stop for almost two hours now. Unlike any other boring, rainy day, the two teenage boys had more than enough to be happy about.
"Hmm?"
"You okay?"
Sam grinned softly. "More than okay." He reached up and cupped Kurt's cheek, stroking it slowly with his thumb. Kurt chuckled softly and tilted his head slightly, kissing Sam's fingertips. Sam shivered a little, making Kurt giggle. Sam chuckled and winked. "Why are you so beautiful?"
"Baby, I was born this way."
Sam laughed softly and leaned up, kissing Kurt's lips slowly. Kurt opened his mouth and let Sam's hot tongue in, and the two lost themselves in each other's mouths for a few minutes more. Their soft pants and moans filled the car again, and Sam had to pull away to keep from chuckling into Kurt's mouth. Kurt pouted at him when they were finally separated. "What?"
Sam grinned softly. "We should probably get back. We've been here for a while."
Kurt groaned and rolled his eyes. "I guess." He mumbled, kissing Sam once more before hitting his shoulder playfully. "Get to it then, chauffer."
Sam chuckled softly and kissed the top of Kurt's head before climbing into the driver's seat. He started up the car and let it warm up with a soft sigh. He glanced into the rearview mirror and watched Kurt put on his seatbelt. Man. He made even the simplest actions look graceful and amazing. Kurt looked up and caught Sam's eye. Sam blushed and Kurt smirked. "Like what you see?"
Sam grinned. "You have no idea."
They drove home in a comfortable silence and made it just in time for dinner. Even though Kurt wasn't very hungry after the small meal at Blaine's, he wasn't going to pass up some time together with his father. They didn't have much to talk about, but Burt asked his son about how he was feeling and how his injuries were healing up. Kurt's bruises were slowly fading away, but were still very apparently. His wrist didn't ache as much, but he would still have to take some pain medication before he went to sleep. He had a small salad as Burt had his usual steak with some side dishes and they ate quietly.
Sam leaned against the wall near the table. He watched Kurt most of the time, amusing himself with the small faces that Kurt made when he chewed or the way his lips puckered slightly when he took a sip of his water. He was just so beautiful. He made everything so…amazing. So flawless and beautiful. How was he even real?
After dinner, Burt kissed his son's forehead and bid him goodnight. He smiled and waved slightly at Sam, who grinned and waved back. Kurt stood up and chuckled softly, taking Sam's hand and kissing his cheek. "At least my dad already likes you."
Sam raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Does this mean we're dating?"
Kurt smirked a little. "Come on."He tugged on Sam's hand and started to walk, but stopped when Sam stayed put.
"Wait."
Kurt looked back, eyebrows slightly raised. Sam smiled softly, shaking his head slightly. "I just…I have something to do." He walked forward and kissed Kurt's lips gently. "Meet you later, okay?"
Kurt was rendered speechless for a moment when their eyes met once more. Sam had this sort of…burning in his eyes. It was hot but it was also slightly scary. It was the kind of burning that happened when Sam pulled over and pushed Kurt against the wall, away from the world. But there was something different about this fire. It wasn't passionate. It was almost…angry.
Sam started to walk away when Kurt pulled him back and kissed him once more. "I'll be in my room." He said, winking before going off. Sam chuckled softly and walked outside, pulling out his government-issued cell phone. He was going to pay a little visit to one Dave Karofsky.
Kurt laid on his bed, humming softly and continually glancing over to the closed bedroom door. Sam had been gone for almost an hour now. He wasn't exactly worried, but curious. He hadn't asked because he saw that intense look in Sam's eyes. He was a man on a mission, though that expression only seemed to serve to make Kurt giggle. But Sam looked incredibly serious when he said that he had something to do. Kurt had pried enough about Sam for one day.
He hummed softly. He was still having a little trouble wrapping his mind around the abuse that Sam had suffered. He never really understood how people could do that to others, especially relatives. Kurt was rather fond of his own granddad. An old hick who wore considered a cowboy had as "dressy", but very warm-hearted, much like Burt. He could never imagine his granddad doing anything like that to him.
He closed his eyes and suddenly found himself wanting Sam to return sooner. He wanted to hug the boy and make all of the bad memories go away. Maybe if Kurt introduced his granddad to Sam, Sam would forget all about his pervert grandfather. Maybe Sam could think of Kurt's family as his own…
Kurt blushed and buried his face into his pillow, grinning madly. Last year he never would have thought a boy like Sam existed. And now here he was, handsome, sweet, amazing…He giggled softly and rolled around on his bed. He then sighed happily and closed his eyes. "Sam come home soon…" He mumbled.
"You rang?"
Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin, making Sam laugh from the doorway. Kurt pouted and sat up, throwing his pillow over at the blond boy. "You scared me!"
"I saw!" Sam laughed, catching the pillow. He walked over and tossed the pillow back onto the bed, sitting next to Kurt. Kurt moved over and snuggled up to Sam's side, smiling. "Done with your secret mission?"
Sam looked over seriously at Kurt, that same fire in his eyes. Kurt's heart skipped a beat when Sam leaned down, then he blushed when Sam kissed him. "Maybe, I can't tell you. That's why it's a secret mission."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're such a dork." He mumbled, pushing Sam down on his back on the bed and moving to straddle him. Sam's eyes widened slightly, but he smiled when Kurt cupped his cheek. Kurt leaned down and kissed the top of Sam's head, stroking his cheek slowly. Sam watched him with green eyes filled with love. He pushed Kurt over, earning a squeak from the smaller boy when he landed on the bed next to Sam. Sam chuckled softly, but it was Kurt who smirked when he nudged between Sam's legs gently with one of his knees.
Sam moaned softly and ran his hands along Kurt's back, finding the end of his shirt and sliding his hands under it. Kurt shivered as he felt Sam's warm fingertips caressing his skin. The seemingly simple action sent tingles down Kurt's spine and made his arms come alive with goose bumps.
"Sam…" He whimpered, and Sam felt all of the air leave his lungs. God…Kurt was so amazing. He was so beautiful. Sam leaned down and kissed him slowly, their tongues sliding against each other lazily. It wasn't as heated, but it was passionate and comfortable. It wasn't rushed. It was just there. But Sam didn't want this to happen. Not yet. Not right now.
Sam pulled his hands out from underneath Kurt's shirt and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. Kurt seemed to understand, and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, snuggling close to him. Sam couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had gone for years thinking he would be alone. Just another suit. Just another kid who would lose his life on the line. Just another nameless face, important to no one. Then Kurt Hummel sauntered into his life and taught Sam how to live again. Even after hearing the horrors of Sam's past, here he was in Sam's arms, eyes closed and looking like an angel. Sam never thought he would see the light that Kurt brought into his life.
For years Sam thought he was a lost cause. He was nothing to anyone. He was a curse. He was dirt. He was the reason his family had been torn apart. And here came Kurt, making him feel like a human being. Sam smiled softly, running his hands through Kurt's soft hair. Just for tonight, no matter what happened, at least Sam had this.
He woke up earlier than Kurt the next morning. Sam took the time to just watch him sleep. Other people may think that watching someone sleep is creepy or something. They had obviously never watched someone as beautiful as Kurt Hummel sleep. Sam was propped up slightly on the pillows with Kurt snuggled up in the crook of his arm. Kurt's arms were folded up against his chest, his cast pressing slightly into Sam's side. The top of his head was right underneath Sam's arm, and sometime during the night his hair had been mussed slightly, making him look all the cuter. Stray bangs brushed over his forehead, and Sam knew that Kurt would be upset if he saw his hair in such a state, and he grinned at the thought. His eyebrows were raised slightly, not in alarm, but in a relaxation that some only found in sleep. Sam supposed that sleep had been Kurt's only escape from his bullies for a long time now.
But now they had each other to find solace in.
Sam pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek, and in a high from Kurt's beauty, rubbed the tips of their noses together. He giggled as softly as he could, but was brought from his victory when Kurt let out a soft sigh.
"What are you doing?" He mumbled.
Sam grinned softly. "What? Nothing."
Kurt didn't open his eyes, but a soft smile appeared on his face. "Idiot."
"You love me."
Kurt's eyes slid open now, and he looked up at Sam, the smile never leaving his face. He leaned up and propped himself up on his elbow, then pressed the tip of his nose to Sam's. Sam blinked, thinking that Kurt was going to slap him or something out of the blue. But this was way better. He grinned, and he felt like he was going to float away when Kurt said softly, "Of course I love you."
They stayed this way for a minute, just watching each other and basking in this love that they felt for each other. It wasn't physical. It didn't even feel emotional. It was just…this swelling of hearts and breath being taken away. They could barely feel their hearts, because being around each other was like an out-of-body experience. It was just…being together.
Kurt closed his eyes and stayed still for a moment before his lips parted. "I need to get ready for school."
Sam sighed softly. "You completely ruined the moment."
"Get used to it."
Sam rolled his eyes but smiled softly and fell back onto the bed. "Fine, you student, you. Go on."
Kurt giggled softly and leaned over and kissed him once more before going to the bathroom and closing the door. Sam smiled softly at the door, feeling ridiculously happy. How could one person make him feel so happy? It was amazing and scary and God he felt like a sickening sap like this. But how could he not? He rolled onto his stomach and inhaled Kurt's scent from the pillow. It smelled like his shampoo, spicy and cool at the same time. He blushed when he realized he was acting like a lovesick schoolgirl, and quickly sat up, adjusting his shirt and clearing his throat.
He glanced over when he heard Kurt's shower turning on. The thought of sneaking in and taking advantage of the boy creeped into his mind, but he decided against it. If they were going to make love, then Sam was going to make sure it was as special as possible. He was still a virgin, after all, and if his school's rampant homophobia was any indication, Sam was sure that Kurt was a virgin too. But he wasn't going to pressure Kurt. They could take it as fast or as slow as possible.
Recalling Kurt's faces last night in the limo when Sam stroked him, or the noises he made when they kissed and pressed their bodies against each other, Sam wondered when it would happen. Where would it happen? In Kurt's bedroom? In Sam's? In the limo? Would it be planned? Would it just happen?
He slapped his forehead with a groan. Stupid Sam. He was over thinking this. It was going to be special no matter what. If it happened, when it happened, it happened. It was going to be with Kurt, so it would be special no matter what. He smiled softly, looking back over to the closed bathroom door. Kurt's soft, beautiful voice filtered through the door, and Sam nearly swooned.
"Happy in the clouds with a bottle of red wine
Stars in our eyes 'cuz we're havin' a good time
Eh, eh
So happy I could die
Be your best friend, yeah I'll love you forever
Up in the clouds we're both higher than ever
Eh, eh
So happy I could die and it's alright"
Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. This boy was too good to be real. He got up off of the bed and walked over to the door, knocking gently. "I'm going to shower, I'll meet you out front!" he called.
"Okay!" Kurt called back, humming softly.
Sam smiled and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door for a moment before pulling away. He forced himself away from the door and walked to his room. It felt like he hadn't been here for weeks, but he fell right into his routine. He showered, dressed and was ready in no time. When he grabbed his shoes out of the closet, he glanced down to the lamp, still sitting there.
It looked innocent enough now. The designs didn't seem as mundane as they did before. The lampshade wasn't as depressing. Looking at it now, long and hard, after telling Kurt what had happened to him…the lamp looked like a normal lamp again. It wasn't a threat anymore. It was just a light.
He tied his shoes and glanced around the room once more to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything before leaving. The lamp sat on the nightstand now, plugged in and ready to be used.
It seemed so odd, going back to school after everything that had happened. Kurt had to look down at his cast to assure himself that everything really did happen. It wasn't like he was trying to deny that it happened. But with everything that had happened with Sam…it had negated everything bad that had happened.
"Hey, Sam?"
Sam glanced into the rearview mirror. "Yeah?"
"Is…" Kurt bit his lip, just staring down at his wrapped wrist. "Is Karofsky going to be here?"
Sam hummed softly. He wasn't too sure about that himself. True, Karofsky did assault the president's son, however he had connections. Sam was sure that Paul wouldn't sit around while his son went to prison for years for it. "I honestly don't know, Kurt." He said softly, looking in the rearview mirror. Kurt looked up, and they locked gazes. Sam smiled softly. "But don't worry about it. I'll be right there with you."
Kurt's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded and smiled softly. "Okay."
Sam smiled softly and looked back to the road, pulling into McKinley's parking lot. He parked near the dumpsters and glanced around. There were a few jocks mulling around, but at the sight of Sam, they all quickly walked into the building. Sam smirked smugly at that before opening Kurt's door. "Come on, all clear."
Kurt grabbed his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder, getting out and looking around. He saw a few straggling jocks glancing over, but they hurried away from Kurt when Sam glared over at them. Kurt couldn't help but grin a little over at Sam. "Oh my goodness, what did you do to them?"
Sam shrugged, a smug smile on his face, and Kurt laughed softly. He linked their arms together and walked towards the school now, a newfound courage welling up in his chest. "Whatever it is, I like it."
"Thought you might."
Kurt smiled softly and leaned his head against Sam's shoulder for a moment. When they walked into the hallway, it was like breathing in a new air. None of the jocks took a step towards Kurt. They barely glanced at him. They were more focused on sending Sam all of their hateful stares, angry that they had disrupted their never-ending game of "Harass the Homo".
Kurt walked down the hallway slowly, unsure if all of the jocks had gotten the memo. There was always that one idiot who would try it. But as he progressed further into the school, it seemed like there would be none of those idiots this time. He walked to his locker and opened it. This time no one knocked the books from his hands. No one slammed his locker shut before he was done. No one threw a slushie at him when he closed his locker and turned around. It was like the dawn brought an entirely new school with it. And Kurt wasn't about to complain.
He greeted Mercedes when she came to visit her own locker next to his, and she stared at him for a moment. He blinked. "What?"
"You seem really happy today. Usually you're too busy running to the bathroom to say hi." She raised an eyebrow. "And your clothes aren't all messed up. Boy what happened? Or, what didn't happen, I guess."
Kurt grinned. "Sam happened. I guess the jocks got the point after what happened to Karofsky."
The girl blinked. "What happened with Karofsky?"
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, Sam wouldn't tell me. Have you seen him though?"
Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, and he doesn't look so good. Like a dog with a tail between his legs."
Kurt couldn't help but feel smug at that. After all, this was the same guy who not only bullied him for years, but who beat him within an inch of his life. "Well." He shrugged, leaving it at that. Mercedes put the books she needed into the purse she used as a backpack. They started to walk when Kurt was stopped by someone calling his name. He turned around and expected a slushie to catch him in the face. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw Blaine there instead, wearing his school uniform and a huge grin on his face.
Kurt started to smile when he glanced over to Sam, silent at his side. Sam was watching Blaine coolly, and Blaine was ignoring him. Kurt put a hand up slightly to tell Sam that it was okay, before walking over to Blaine. He was stopped by a sort of…beat that had slowly filled up the hallway. He looked around and saw other boys in the same uniform as Blaine. What was going on? Other McKinley students started to notice and looked around, just as confused as Kurt.
Kurt looked back to Blaine, opening his mouth to ask what exactly was happening, when Blaine beat him to the punch.
"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Huh!"
Kurt was startled when the uniformed boys started to dance around, writhing on the stairwell and sliding up against walls like they were strippers instead of private school boys. Blaine slid and danced his way to Kurt, grinning charmingly. He leaned forward, his eyes half-lidded.
"I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A lovegame, a lovegame"
He ghosted his hands over Kurt's frame, then pretended to swoon.
"Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For enough to my heart to quit it"
Some of the other boys joined him and they acted as his backup dancers. The students all stood against the lockers, glancing at each other and wondering if this was really, truly happening. Kurt wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed for Blaine or for himself. He glanced around at half of the student body that had gathered to watch the spectacle and felt his face burn.
"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that stick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game?
Doin' the lovegame
Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game?
Doin' the lovegame"
Okay, he was more embarrassed for himself. After all, Blaine got to leave. Kurt had to stay here for another two years and endure the challenge of walking through those doors without remembering this performance. Blaine continued to sing, and when the song was done, some of the students clapped, looking around for any indication of what that had been exactly.
Blaine stood there with the other Dalton boys, grinning and panting softly after their performance. Kurt stood in front of them, flanked by Sam, Mercedes, and other members of New Directions who had found their way over to them.
"What…just happened?" Finn asked.
"Is this a challenge or something? I happen to have three songs prepared for this exact situation." Rachel said, hands on her hips.
The other members of New Directions mumbled to each other, glancing from Kurt to Blaine. Blaine's grin hadn't faltered in the slightest, and Kurt could only guess that he hadn't gotten the clue that Kurt wasn't impressed. He was a bit annoyed, actually. He had been having such a great morning, and now all of McKinley's eyes were on him. Again. Looking around, he could see that even Dave Karofsky, as pale and as bruised up as his face was, stood among the other students with a small smirk on his face. Kurt could already hear the insults being hurled at him. Sam shifted next to Kurt, and Kurt looked up, his blue eyes pleading for a fast fix for this.
Sam glared over at Blaine a little. "Want me to kick his ass?"
Kurt sighed softly, slightly shaking his head. Okay, no help from Sam on this one. He looked to his fellow gleemates, whose stares were piercing the back of his head, and groaned. Fine, fine.
He walked over to Blaine, who was practically bouncing on his tip toes with a huge grin, and sighed softly.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell was that?"
