Chapter 18: You're Lying
Sam's Dad dropped him off at Kurt's house at five minutes to four.
"I'll see if Kurt can drive me home after." He told his Dad. "See you later. Bye Stace, Stevie." He said, saying goodbye to his brother and sister that were in the back seat.
Sam shut the door and walked up the driveway to Kurt's door, as his Dad drove off.
At precisely four o'clock, Sam rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" He heard, making him smile.
The door opened, showing Kurt.
"Come in," Kurt said, stepping aside so Sam could enter. Sam sniffed the air.
"You made popcorn." He said, grinning at the brunette.
"Can't watch a movie without popcorn, now can you?" Kurt asked, leading the way to his basement bedroom. "You can head down and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right along."
Kurt went off into the kitchen and Sam looked after him before going down the stairs. He walked into Kurt's room, and froze.
'Wow, this place is amazing. This is his room?' Sam thought. He walked over to the couch and placed his bag on it before taking off his jacket. He placed it on his bag and wandered around Kurt's room. He stopped by Kurt's bed and looked at the picture on his side table. Sam sat down and picked up the photo. It was a picture of a very pretty woman hugging her son.
'If I had to guess, I'd say this was-'
"That's me and my Mom." He heard a quiet voice say.
Sam looked up to see Kurt standing over him with a tray of snacks.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop..." Sam said hastily.
"It's not snooping if it's out in the open." Kurt said.
Kurt put the try on the bed beside Sam carefully before gently taking the photo from him.
"You look a lot like her." Sam said. "She's very pretty."
"That you're way of saying I'm pretty too?" Kurt joked as he put the picture back in its place on the table.
"Maybe." Sam said cheekily, watching as Kurt's cheeks flushed red.
"So, what movie did you bring?" Kurt asked, changing the subject as he picked up the tray and carried it to the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Oh, it's a good one." Sam grinned, opening his bag. He pulled out a VHS tape and showed Kurt.
"Your favorite Disney movie is MULAN?" Kurt said, very surprised.
"Yeah. I've always loved it," Sam said, hanging it to Kurt to put in the VCR.
"Well, I never would have guessed that." Kurt said, starting up the movie. Just as Kurt sat down, Sam noticed his clothes.
"Hey, you changed your clothes!" He exclaimed. He looked Kurt over, noticing the boy had changed into baggy grey sweat pants clenched tight on his waist, and a form fitting long sleeved shirt that nearly matched Sam's green eyes.
"Sorry," Kurt said, going red in the face. "I should have told you you could wear something comfortable. I usually switch my clothes when I come home."
"Hey, no need to apologize!" Sam said, taking a seat beside the blushing boy. "It's your house, you can wear what you want. Heck, you could wear just a pair of boxers if you wanted."
"Uhmmm, let's just watch the movie." Kurt suggested, picking up the tray of snacks.
"You made nachos, too?" Sam said, his eyes widening.
"I didn't think just a bowl of popcorn would hold us over, especially since I didn't know which movie you were bringing, or how long it was going to be." Kurt explained, handing the nachos to Sam before placing the tray back on the table and picking up the popcorn.
Kurt settled back against the couch as the movie played.
"You'll never guess my favorite song." Sam said, holding the nachos out to Kurt.
"I think I might be able to figure it out." Kurt said, taking a chip.
"Ten bucks say you won't." Sam said, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
"Fine. You're on." Kurt said, shaking Sam's hand.
"Dude, you're hands are really soft." Sam said as he let go.
"I moisturize every day." Kurt said, watching the movie. "And don't call me 'Dude'."
"Sure thing, Princess." Sam teased, earning a smack to the back of his head.
As the two watched the movie, they ate the nachos and popcorn, and drank their waters. They stopped the movie once to use the washroom before returning to the couch.
When Sam came back from his bathroom break and Kurt pressed play for the movie again, he sat closer to the slender boy. Sam subtly put his arm around the back of the couch, close to Kurt's shoulders.
'Now would be my chance to tell him how I feel.' Sam thought. 'He needs to know I love him too.'
Sam watched as Kurt dipped his hand into the popcorn and he did too. He let his hand brush Kurt's as they reached for a handful of popcorn at the same time.
He saw Kurt's face turn red and his eyes widen out of the corner of his eye.
Kurt jerked his hand out of the bowl when Sam's hand touched his. He felt his face go red, and his mind flashed back to his dream again.
"You okay?" He heard Sam ask. Kurt looked at Sam and saw he was tooking right at the television.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Kurt said, trying to convince himself more than Sam.
"You sure?" Sam asked, and Kurt noticed Sam's arm stretched out behind his shoulders.
"Ummm, yeah, of course."
"Then why do you look so freaked out?" Sam paused the movie and raised his eyebrow at Kurt.
"No reason." Kurt took the remote from Sam and pressed the play button.
Sam took the remote back and paused the movie again. Kurt reached for the remote in Sam's hand, but Sam pulled it away.
"Why are you lying?" Sam questioned.
"I'm not lying." Kurt reached for the remote again, but Sam stood up with it.
"Yes, you are." Sam looked down at the other boy. "I can tell when you're lying. You always avert your eyes when you lie."
"I do not!" Kurt said indignantly, jumping off the couch. He leapt forward to catch the remote, but Sam stepped away, making Kurt follow him.
"I'm pretty, but I ain't dumb." Sam said, side-stepping as Kurt followed and reached for the remote. "You think I can't tell when I'm being lied to?"
"Sam, just give me the remote. I'd like to get back to the movie." Kurt held out his hand for the device.
"Nope. Not until you tell me why you were looking so freaked out."
"I did not look freaked out!" Kurt lied, and tried to snatch the remote again. But Sam walked backwards and raised it over his head. "Oh, real mature, Sam."
Kurt made a face as Sam grinned like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Admit why you're lying and you can have it back."
"It's my remote!" Kurt leapt up to get it, getting really close to Sam. He got too close, and knocked them both down onto his bed, with Sam rolling them so he was top of Kurt.
"OOOMMPPHHH!" The two said at the same time.
Sam looked down into Kurt's eyes.
"Hello, there." He smirked.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, shoving Sam off his body and scooting backwards.
"Never better." Sam looked as Kurt tried to fix his hair. "You still want this?"
Kurt looked as Sam waved the remote infront of him.
"Will you please just give it to me?" Kurt said, snatching at it again. He managed to wrap his hand around it, but Sam didn't let go.
"I could, but you still didn't answer my question." He said.
"What question?" Kurt said, exasperated.
"Why were you looking freaked out on the couch? And don't say you weren't, because I saw the look on your face." He said, interrupting Kurt. "Your face went really red, and your eyes got really wide."
"Sam, it was nothing." Kurt tugged on the remote. "Let go!"
"If it was really nothing, then tell me." Sam shifted closer to Kurt. He reveled in watching Kurt's eyes widen as he shifted nearer. "It's me, isn't it?"
"Wha-what are you talking about?" Kurt said, nervously. Both boys had let go of the remote without realizing it. Sam shifted closer to Kurt, invading his space.
"Do I make you nervous, Kurt?" Sam asked softly.
"No, why would you think that?" Kurt looked down as Sam placed his hand on Kurt's wrist, his fingers circling into a vise.
"Because you seem to be getting out of breath the more and more I move closer to you."
Sam lifted the hand holding Kurt's wrist and tugged him forward. Kurt's chest collided Sam's, and he drew in a breath as Sam's free arm wrapped around his waist and back, holding him in place. Kurt braced his hands on Sam's biceps, holding tight to the firm muscles.
The boys were close to each other now, so close that they could feel each others breaths.
"Are you nervous because you want this as bad as I do?" Sam murmured, his eyes drifting down to Kurt's lips.
Kurt closed his eyes, his mind wandering back to his dream.
"Sam, please..."
"Please what, Kurt?" Sam said, resting his forehead on Kurt's.
"I don't know if I can take this."
"Take what?" Sam said, looking at Kurt.
Kurt opened his eyes.
"Please tell me this isn't a prank, because I don't know i-mmmffpphh!" He said, getting cut off as Sam pressed his lips to Kurt's in a kiss.
