I've Told You Now

Summary: Kurt doesn't mean to tell Sam that he loves him. He thought he was asleep. But was he, though? And are Kurt's feelings mutual?

Rating: T

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans

AU Warning: Disregards Klaine

Some nights, when Sam was staying at the Hummel/Hudson household, he would get incredibly tired of Finn's incessant snoring. The large boy would go on for hours and hours. Sam had tried to roll him over a few times and had not enjoyed what he had seen. Finn sleeping naked might have just been the most unnecessary discovery that Sam had ever made in his entire life.

On those nights, Sam would sneak across the hall and into Kurt's bedroom. The slender boy would welcome him in understandingly, his mind flashing back to those times when he and Finn shared a bedroom. The snoring was indeed overwhelming.

Kurt and Sam would talk for hours until they fell asleep. About Glee Club, school, colleges (Kurt was extremely surprised to know that Sam was not a senior). Sam commented that it was a summary of how much they knew about each other. That began the personal talks and, soon, they knew more about each other than most people. They could trust each other with their lives.

And then, for Kurt, the inevitable happened.

He fell hard for Sam Evans.

It wasn't like the previous year. Kurt had crushed on him during Duets week, but that had soon faded without Sam ever knowing. It was the perfect crush. Kurt enjoyed the feeling of being around him, but wasn't so attached that he craved Sam's company. Well, now was a completely different story.

Kurt would look at the door for hours on end, hoping Sam would appear in it, sometimes shirtless, sometimes not. One of the things that Kurt loved most about Sam was that he wasn't scared to share a bed with Kurt, even when he was scantily clad. On warm nights, Sam had entered the bedroom wearing only a sinfully tight pair of boxers. Kurt had had to hold in a gasp and stop himself for acting on his physical feelings, reminding himself like a mantra that Sam was straight and currently interested in Mercedes Jones. Go figure.

Sam was comfortable around him and Kurt was just as comfortable being himself around Sam as he was around his girls.

One particular night was different for many reasons. Sam had had synchronised swimming practise for a few hours after school and was incredibly exhausted. Sam, not wearing pants and only clad in his underwear, trudged into Kurt's room, eyes darkened from lack of sleep.

"Get in. Finn's got a cold. It must be complete hell. I'm lucky I had this room soundproofed for singing practise." Kurt chuckled. Sam nodded, pulling the cover over himself and nestling his head into the pillow adorably. Kurt wanted to coo.

"Mm, thanks for letting me sleep in here, Kurt. You're the best." Sam mumbled before his breathing adapted to fit his sleeping. Kurt let out a sigh, frustrated over his feelings. Oh, how he wanted to express them, even if they were unreturned, which they were.

He received a phone call from Tina, which distracted him from looking at Sam's pretty mouth which was curved into small smile. Sam must've been having a good dream. He answered the call before the ringtone woke the sleeping blonde up.

"Hey, Tee." Kurt smiled into the phone.

"I'm having a fashion crisis."

"Talk to me."

"I don't want to wear anything in my closet…" It all went downhill from there. Kurt knew Tina's closet like he knew most Vogue catalogues, so he suggested possible combinations Tina had not worn before. She vetoed them all, finding something simpler to wear until their next shopping date.

Sam mumbled suddenly in his sleep.

Tina frowned. "Kurt? Did you say something?"

"No, that was Sam." Kurt blushed.

"Sam Evans is sleeping in your bed?"

"Maybe."

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!"

"Wow, stop middle-naming me. Nothing's going on. He just comes in some nights to escape Finn's snoring!"

"I can imagine. I was wondering why you two suddenly have inside jokes!" Tina smiled.

"We are friends, Tina."

"Are you though? Or is it more than that?"

Sam opened his eyes, but he didn't want to move. He had a feeling that Kurt was talking about him to whomever was on the phone.

"It's nothing more than a friendship, Tina…I know…of course I know that…look, okay. Tina, stop with that. Fine, I'm in love with him okay?!"

Sam's eyes widened. What? He quickly shut them, knowing that Kurt would check on him. He couldn't stop his heart racing, though. He didn't know exactly why that was.

Kurt had lowered his voice to a whisper, but Sam could hear him very clearly. "I didn't mean to fall for him, Tina. I really, really didn't. But he moved in and just wanted to be better friends with them. Then he started spending more time with me and staying the night in my room and I couldn't stop myself…well, can you blame me? He's magnificently beautiful and not a homophobe. He's kind and plays the guitar, not to mention he has a great singing voice and that Southern USA politeness…do you think I'd still be in love with him if I could stop? He's busy chasing after Mercedes and he's not even gay! I know what you're thinking, but it's not hard to be around him. He's a wonderful person to have around and he makes me laugh…of course I don't forget that I love him, what kind of question is that anyway? No, of course he doesn't know, Tina. Remember when Finn found out? I know Sam isn't like that, but I didn't think Finn was either. Why would I tell him? I want to, but I can never find the time or the opportunity or the courage to."

Sam couldn't stop himself from sighing and then cursed himself.

"Tina, I'm going to have to call you back. Or maybe tomorrow if you're sleeping. Bye."

Kurt steeled himself before speaking. "I know you're awake, Sam."

"Sorry."

"How much did you hear?" Kurt said, rather coldly.

"Enough."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to let a tear slip down his face. Sam still wasn't looking at him. Maybe he was uncomfortable. "I can't change how I feel."

"I didn't ask you to. Kurt, if you're expecting me to freak out or punch you, I won't. Like I said during Duets week, I'm not that guy and you know that. I know that precedent probably hints at me freaking out considering what Finn did, but this is me. Sammy."

"So you're completely okay with this?" Kurt slumped down, so he was lying on his three pillows, facing Sam. It was intimate, perhaps more than Kurt had anticipated given the conversation topic.

Sam lifted his head, propping himself up on his elbow. Kurt got a glimpse of his enviable abs and rock hard pecs. Kurt wanted to swoon. "Of course I am." Sam wanted to say it. He really did. But he couldn't. Kurt would think he was lying.

"I knew you were different."

Sam bit his lip. "I'm not different."

"Yes, you are. Any another guy would be running for the hills."

"Kurt. Why do you think I come in here most nights? I once lived with my whole family in one room. I can handle a little bit of snoring once in a while. I like spending time with you. I like you, Kurt. So I'm not different at all."

Sam got a little closer. "In fact…"

A little closer.

"I'm just…"

A little closer.

"Like…"

A little closer, so their noses were touching.

"You." Sam breathed, pressing his lips to Kurt's. Kurt was so shocked that he didn't fully register what was happening. Sam was kissing him.

Sam's hand met Kurt's soft face and the kiss deepened. Kurt felt Sam's body heat radiating from his bare skin and was suddenly hyperaware that the boy was almost naked. Experimentally, Kurt touched Sam's chest with his hand and explored the smooth, hairless surface that he found.

The kiss broke and Sam was gasping for air.

Kurt frowned. "But…I don't get it. What about Mercedes?"

Sam sighed. He had already revealed a lot of truths tonight. One more couldn't hurt. "It was a setup. Mercedes, Shane and I had it planned. If I made it look like I was interested in Mercedes, I might have been able to sense some jealousy from you to see if you liked me or not. And now that I know you do, I can quit wasting time on her and spend it by your side."

"But you're straight."

"Not so much. It's surprising what you can discover about yourself when you're taking your clothes off alongside three other hot men every night."

Kurt's eyes instinctively roamed Sam's body, stopping at his boxers. He had already seen the impressive bulge there countless times, but it felt different this time. Sam laughed.

"Why did you think I came in here wearing barely anything most nights? You room is fucking cold, Kurt." Sam grinned. Kurt suddenly understood. Sam certainly hadn't made it easy for him to figure out, though.

"I'm guessing you might need to huddle for warmth, then?"

Sam smirked, akin to the one Kurt presented to the world every single day. "I think I just might."

Author's Note: Aw Hevans.

The song was I've Told You Now by Sam Smith from his debut album, In The Lonely Hour, which is seriously amazing!