Chapter 51: The V Card

Sam made it home that evening and found Kurt already there, in the living room.

"Hey." Kurt said, looking up from where he was on the floor, Sam's sister sitting on his lap as he read to her.

"Hey." Sam walked to the kitchen to get an ice pack for his throbbing face.

"Stacey, Sweetie, can you get up please?" Sam heard Kurt say.

"Okay. You wanna see your boyfriend, don't you?" Sam snorted when he heard his little sister tease Kurt.

"Yes, I do." Kurt answered.

Sam heard movement in the living room, that was heading for the kitchen.

"Hi." Sam turned, holding the ice to his face.

"Holy Gaga, what happened?" Kurt said, rushing over to Sam.

"I'll tell you upstairs. Where's my Mom?" Sam said, gently pushing away Kurt's hand that was trying to touch his swollen face.

"She's in the basement with Stevie, doing laundry." Kurt said, backing away from Sam.

"Stay here with Stace, I'll be right back."

Sam left Kurt in the kitchen, making his way to the basement.

"Mom, I'm home. I'm going up to my room with Kurt. Stacey's still in the living room." Sam said, standing at the top of the stairs.

"Okay, Honey. I'll be right up." Mary said.

Sam went back and collected his bag from the table, ice pack still on his face.

"Kurt, come with me." Sam said, walking into the living room. Kurt picked up his bag and followed Sam. "Stace, Mom and Stevie will be right up from the basement."

"Okay." Stacey said, turning back to her book as her older brother and his boyfriend left the room.


Sam led Kurt up to his room, and shut the door.

"Sam, what happened? Someone hurt you in football practice?" Kurt asked as Sam walked past him and laid down on his bed.

"No, this happened after, in the locker room." Sam said.

"What happened?" Kurt pressed.

"Karofsky. He was insulting you and I couldn't take it anymore." Sam answered.

"What?" Kurt said, not sure of what he was hearing.

"Artie and Mike confronted Karofsky about picking on you. He was throwing slurs, Mike got in his face. Karofsky shoved Mike into Artie, knocking him and his wheelchair over." Sam said, his eyes closed as he laid on his bed. "I lost my temper after that, and went after him. No one messes with my boyfriend or friends and gets away with it."

"And he gave you the black eye?" Kurt said, softly.

"Yeah. I attacked him, we wrestled, each of us getting our kicks and punches in." Sam said. "He knocked me to the ground, and jumped on me, but Beiste came in and pulled him off. I went after him again, but she held us apart. She's surprisingly strong."

"This is all my fault."

Sam opened his eyes and saw Kurt still standing by the door.

"If you weren't dating me, you wouldn't be sticking up for me, and you wouldn't be getting hurt so often." Kurt said.

"Kurt, come here." Sam said, sitting up. Kurt shook his head and stood in place. "I'm serious, come here."

Kurt trudged over. Sam took his hand and pulled him onto the bed.

"You listen to me, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, and yes," Sam said when Kurt's head jerked up. "I know your full name."

"Even if I wasn't dating you, I would still have stuck up for you. You're one of my best friends, and I'd do anything for you. ANYTHING. Hell, I'll fly to the moon for you if I could." Sam said.

Kurt looked at Sam's face. He lifted his hand to touch the bruise starting on Sam's face, but stopped. He lowered his hand again only to have Sam lift it back up and press it to his face carefully. Kurt ran his fingers over the swollen flesh gently, cringing when Sam winced as Kurt's fingers hit a particularly sore spot.

"I hate how you're getting hurt because of me." Kurt said, his voice low.

"You're worth the pain, Kurt." Sam said, leaning towards Kurt.

Kurt leaned in and let Sam kiss him. Kurt pulled back and gently pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin around Sam's eye.

"I wish things weren't so hard for us, with all the haters." Kurt said.

"They don't matter, not really." Sam said, brushing the hair out of Kurt's eyes. "They only ones that matter are you, me, and everyone that loves and supports us."

Kurt tried to smile, but he couldn't.

"Still, is this how the next few years of high school are going to be like for us?" Kurt asked. "Punches, beatings, slushies...harassment and slurs?"

"What would happen if they found out personal stuff? Would it get worse?" Kurt went on.

"Personal how?" Sam questioned.

"Like if we had sex and they found out somehow?" Kurt said. "The harassment would increase. We could end up with our numbers up on the guys bathroom wall or something, with people calling us for paid sex, like we're prostitutes!"

"I don't think they do that with guys, but you're right. It would get worse if they knew about us having sex. But we aren't, so I don't think you need to worry about it getting out." Sam said, chuckling. "And anyways, how would they find out we had sex, if we did?"

"I don't know, but there are ways they could find out." Kurt said. "We could have sex right now, and I'm sure by lunch tomorrow, it would be spread around the whole school."

Kurt dropped flat onto Sam's bed, the blond looking at him.

"Hmmm, wanna try it out? See if it does happen like that?" Sam said, leaning over Kurt.

"W-what?" Kurt said, looking up at Sam. "S-Sam..."

"How much you wanna bet, no one would know?" Sam said, quickly straddling Kurt.

"I'm not taking that bet." Kurt said, getting aroused that Sam was on top of him. Sam usually preferred to have Kurt straddling him instead.

"Aww, come on," Sam teased. "It would be fun."

Sam pressed his hips into Kurt's.

"Sam, we're getting off topic here." Kurt said, holding back a moan as he pressed his hips upward to meet Sam's.

"You're the one who brought up sex." Sam said, grinding his cock into Kurt's.

"Mmm, you could have changed the subject."

Kurt brought his hands around to cup Sam's ass, digging his fingers in.

"God, Kurt, you're killing me." Sam groaned, leaning down to kiss Kurt's neck.

"Sam, touch me." Kurt suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Sam said, his hands under Kurt's shirt.

"I want you to..." Kurt whispered in Sam's ear.

Sam jerked upright and stared down at Kurt.

"Kurt, you're not ready for that."

"Yes, I am. I want it, just as I want to lose it to you." Kurt said.

"Kurt, are you forgetting my Mom and sister and brother are in the house with us?" Sam said. "Even if I want to do that, I can't. They'd hear us going at it. And we're not exactly quiet when we...you know."

"Suck or jerk each other off?" Kurt said. "Is there no way for you to be quiet while fucking me?"

Sam was shocked at the language Kurt used.

"Kurt, I want to have sex with you, but now isn't the right time." Sam said, still sitting on Kurt's waist.

"Okay, I get it, with people in the house, it wouldn't work. But if they weren't here, would you fuck me? Or no?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Sam said, getting exasperated.

"You don't know?" Kurt said, incredulous. "I just told you I want you to take my virginity, and you say you don't know if you can do it?"

"Look, Kurt. I want to take your virginity, I do." Sam got off Kurt, the playfulness gone. "But I figured it would be somewhere sweet and romantic, carefully thought out. Not rushed like this."

"Fine. You can figure it out then. I don't care." Kurt got off the bed and picked up his bag. "I could care less about how sweet or romantic it was. I would just care I'd be cashing my V-card in to the person I love."

Kurt strode for the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, jumping off his bed.

"I'm going home. Looks like I'm not getting any action for awhile." Kurt walked out the door, leaving Sam staning open mouthed in his room.

"Oh, by the way," Kurt said, coming back to the room briefly. "If you had wanted to take my virginity tonight, all you would have had to do was wait until your Dad came home and convince them to take your siblings out for ice cream or something, and tell them you wanted to work on your homework in peace. I could have drove somewhere and waited until it was clear."

Kurt walked back out, saying goodbye to Sam's Mom and siblings, before getting in his car.

Sam watched his boyfriend drive away, and couldn't have helped thinking:

'How am I so stupid that I could mess up the perfect opportunity to have sex?'