Chapter 37: What's mine
Sam rang the doorbell to Kurt's house at precisely two o'clock the next day. He waited nervously, his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants. He rocked on his heels as he looked around. He waited a minute more before hanging his head and turning to leave.
'He must have changed his mind.' Sam thought.
"Sam?"
Sam turned around to see Kurt standing in the doorway, dressed in pajama pants and a hoodie, his feet bare.
"Hi." Sam said.
"Where are you going?" Kurt asked, his voice emotionless.
"I rang the bell. I thought maybe you changed your mind when you didn't answer." Sam said, standing still and looking at his feet.
There was silence.
Sam looked up and looked at Kurt's face.
"Do you want me to leave?" Sam asked.
"No." Kurt said. He stepped aside. Sam took that as an invitation to come in.
Kurt shut the door behind him and walked past towards his room.
Sam followed Kurt silently and walked down to the basement.
Kurt had Sam sit on the couch and wordlessly handed him a journal. Sam looked up at him confused.
"Open it and read the last entry." Kurt turned and walked back upstairs, aware Sam was watching him.
As Kurt shut the door, Sam turned and opened the journal to the last entry.
My Dream
Sam's eyes widened and looked at the stairs. Kurt actually wanted him to read the dream.
He returned his eyes to the journal and began to read, getting more and more aroused the further he went. He kept going and turned the page when it continued.
Kurt moved silently in the kitchen, his mind occupied. He opened the fridge and pulled the container of cupcakes Sam had left in his locker the previous day. He took half of them out, making sure to leave some for his Dad, as well as Carole and Finn. He arranged the cupcakes on a plate and grabbed a couple of glasses, as well as the carton of chocolate milk he had managed to stop Finn from drinking.
He placed the cupcakes, glasses and milk on a tray and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
Flashback starts
Kurt went down to his room after school. He tossed his bag on his bed, and dropping down beside it, burying his face in the pillow. He wondered why Sam hadn't approached him that day, though he had a feeling it was the way Kurt had treated him the day before. But he did smile at him, so that had to mean something. Kurt had wanted to go up to Sam, but he didn't know what he could say.
Kurt lifted his head when 'Teenage Dream', the ringtone he set for Blaine, rang.
"Hello?" Kurt said, answering the phone.
"Hey, Kurt. How are you feeling since I saw you?" Blaine asked.
"Not good. Sam avoided me the whole day. He kept turning to look at me in Glee, and he only smiled at me once, in the morning. And that was only after I found homemade cupcakes he left in my locker for me."
"Uh, I think I know why he was avoiding you." Blaine said nervously. "And left the cupcakes."
"How would you know?" Kurt asked, his eyes closed as he remained lying on his bed.
"Because I told him about what happened with Karofsky."
Kurt opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
"You did what?" He said in a low voice.
"I also said he should do little gestures for you, to show you he still loved you, even if he keeps his distance from you until you're ready to talk to him."
"Blaine, I told you I didn't want Sam to know about this. What if he goes after Karofsky?"
"He said he wouldn't. He knows you're protecting him by not telling him. But you not telling him was hurting him. He was distraught. He needed to know." Blaine said.
"You still shouldn't have told him." Kurt accused.
"I know. But if I didn't, you wouldn't have either. And then you'd both be miserable, and he would be thinking you didn't love him anymore. Is that what you want?" Blaine asked.
Kurt was silent.
"No. I love him. And he needs to know that." Kurt closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Blaine, I have to go. I'll text you or call you when I can."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Flashback Ends
Kurt opened his eyes again and looked to the door leading to his room. He looked down at the tray in front of him and picked it up, and started for the door to his room.
Kurt nudged his door open with his foot and walked down the stairs silently. He had just stepped onto the bottom step when Sam said:
"Geez Kurt, you had to get me turned on like this."
"You wanted to know the dream." Kurt said, making Sam jump.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come back down." Sam said, turning to Kurt, placing the journal on the coffee table. Sam stared at the tray in Kurt's hands and saw the cupcakes he had left in Kurt's locker the day before, then back up at Kurt.
"Obviously." Kurt walked forward with the tray, and quietly placed it beside the journal. "Are you satisfied now? Knowing the dream?"
"Yeah. I guess I can see why you didn't want to tell me what it was." Sam said.
Kurt sat next to Sam but was careful to leave a little distance between them. He leaned forward and opened the carton of milk.
"Thank you for the cupcakes." He said, pouring the milk into a glass and handing it to Sam before pouring his own.
"You're welcome." Sam smiled as he took a sip of the cold drink.
"Did you make them, or did your Mom make them." Kurt said.
"My Mom helped me, just to make sure I didn't mess up on measuring or burning them." Sam said, taking another sip of his milk.
"How come you haven't said anything about it yet?" Kurt said, holding his drink.
"About what?" Sam took a longer drink.
"About Karofsky kissing me."
Sam choked on his beverage.
"What are y-"
"Blaine told me he told you everything." Kurt said, cutting off Sam.
"Uh, I-I-I" Sam stuttered. Kurt turned his Glasz eyes onto Sam's green ones.
"You knew, but you didn't say anything."
"No, I didn't." Sam admitted. "I thought you would tell me yourself when you were ready."
"Blaine told you everything." Kurt took a sip of his milk and put the glass down. "Did you confront Karofsky?"
"No. I'm still alive, aren't I?" Kurt nodded, looking at his hands.
"Are you disgusted with me? Mad at me?" Kurt asked, his voice low.
"Wha-why would I be mad or disgusted at you?" Sam said, puzzled. He leaned over and hid drink down.
"Because I didn't stop the kiss until he tried for a second one."
"Kurt, you didn't know he was going to kiss you. If you had, you would have stopped him." Sam said, moving closer to Kurt.
"What did you think when Blaine told you Karofsky kissed me? Honestly." Kurt said, drifting his eyes away from Sam.
"What I thought was that I wanted to kill Karofsky for touching what was mine."
Kurt looked up up at Sam's face.
"What's yours?"
"Yeah, what's mine." Sam said. "You're MY boyfriend, not his. He should never have laid his hands or his lips on you. Only I'M allowed to do that."
"You still want me to be your boyfriend, even after what happened?" Kurt said.
"Of course. I love you. That's never going to change." Sam lifted his hand, wanting to touch the bruises Kurt hadn't covered. As soon as his hand got close to the bruises, though, Kurt flinched. Sam dropped his hand.
"Sorry." Sam went to stand, but Kurt grabbed his arm.
"Don't." Kurt pulled Sam towards him and he wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, burying his face in Sam's neck.
Sam tentatively wrapped his arms around Kurt's back and they sat there on the couch, hugging each other close.
