Chapter 42: Why Should I Worry
Sam and Kurt spent the weekend spending time together.
Saturday, Kurt made dinner for himself and Sam, and later they made out on Kurt's bed, stopping before things went too far.
On Sunday, they went to the movies, then out to dinner. Later, they made out, and explored each others bodies.
They both learned about the little things they liked sexually, like when Kurt loved how Sam would lick his way down Kurt body and swirled his tongue around the indent of Kurt's stomach.
Or when Kurt went down on Sam, Sam loved how Kurt would drag his nails down his back and ass roughly, leaving angry red marks on him.
Sam particularly liked when Kurt gave him head. Kurt had given Sam a lot of blow jobs that weekend. Sam hadn't given Kurt any yet; all he did was give Kurt hand jobs, and the boy seemed fine with it. But Sam knew that sooner or later, he would have to reciprocate the action.
It was the next day at school that Puck and the guys saw the deep scratch marks that were starting on Sam's shoulders, leading down to under his towel.
"Dude, were you fucking mauled or something?" Puck asked.
"What are you talking about?" Sam said, dragging his boxers on under his towel. He tugged the towel off and set about pulling his jeans on, doing up his belt.
"The marks on your back, yo." Artie said.
"Oh, those." Sam said, shoving his feet into his shoes.
"What happened?" Mike said.
"Isn't it obvious?" Puck said. "Evans and Hummel totally got it on!"
"No, Puck, we didn't 'Get it on'." Sam said, noticing Karofsky walk in.
"Come on, you totally got some this weekend." Puck said, chiding the blond as Sam watched Karofsky open his locker.
Sam turned back to Puck and the guys.
"We both got something this weekend, but not that." Sam said. He pulled his shirt on before continuing.
"Kurt and I aren't ready for that yet." He watched Karofsky tense out of the corner of his eye. "We're waiting for the right time. I mean, I'm ready now, but he isn't. Ever since he got attacked by someone, and getting those bruises, he isn't comfortable with more. So, I'm waiting for him to tell me when he is."
"Wanky." Puck said, smirking. "Who's gonna top?"
"Dude, that gonna be my brother soon!" Finn whined. "I don't need to hear about his sex life!"
"Yeah," Sam said, still eyeing Karofsky, who was clearly listening in to the conversation. "It's personal. But I'll tell you this: Kurt's an awesome kisser, and can turn into an animal when he wants to."
The boys whooped and Sam smiled to himself when he saw Karofsky clench his locker door tightly, before he slammed it shut and left the locker room.
Kurt walked into the Auditorium, rubbing his sore shoulder.
Flashback Starts
Kurt stood at his open locker and smiled, looking at the picture of Blaine, with the word COURAGE underneath it. Sam was a bit jealous, until Kurt surprised him by putting up pictures of them together up as well.
Kurt smiled softly and let his eyes wander over his favorite picture of him and Sam. The one where they were out with their friends, and Sam was behind Kurt, his arms wrapped around his stomach, both of them laughing into the camera.
All of a sudden, he was smashed into the lockers by a broad shoulder, and he fell to the ground. He looked up at Karofsky, who walked backwards a few steps, staring at Kurt, before he turned and walked off.
Kurt forced himself into a sitting position, his heart racing in fear as he rubbed hands over his knees, drawing them up to his chest. He sat there, his shoulder sore and probably bruising already.
Kurt dragged himsef to his feet, and closed his locker, making his way to the Auditorium.
Flashback Ends
Kurt made his way down the stairs and was pulled into a seat by Sam.
"Hey, Babe." Sam leaned in for a kiss, his hand pressing into Kurt's sore shoulder.
Kurt winced, removing Sam's hand from his sore shoulder.
"Hi." He leaned in and kissed Sam, careful not to let Sam touch the pain he felt.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Never better." Kurt said, forcing a smile on his face.
Sam went to press the subject, but Mr. Schue walked in.
"Okay, class. It's a new week, which means new assignments." Mr. Schue took his seat. "Puck, are you ready to give us your performance?"
"I was born ready, Mr. Schue." Puck smirked at Tina, who was curled up beside Mike. Mike gave Puck a look as he wrapped his arm around Tina's shoulders. "You definitely know this song, Cohen-Chang."
Puck got on the stage and turned to the class.
"My movie is Oliver and Company, and my song is Why Should I Worry." Puck snapped his fingers at the band. "Let's go, Dweebs."
"Puck..." Mr. Schue warned.
Puck rolled his eyes as the band played, then connected his eyes to Tina and smirked again.
One minute I'm in Central Park
Then I'm down on Delancey Street
From the Bowery to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat
I said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
I said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
I've got New York City heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoir-faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street savoir-faire
The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Tell me, why should I care?
Say I may not have a dime
Oh, but I got street savoir-faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doo-bopulation
And I got street savoir-faire
Everything goes
Everything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoir-faire
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
"Thank you, Puck." Mr. Schue said. "Why did you choose this song?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Puck said. "I'm a stud. The ladies love me, and even if I ain't got any money; I got the street smarts to survive."
"Yeah, he's not all that." Tina muttered, causing the kids around her to laugh and giggle.
As the discussion went on, Sam turned to Kurt.
"My parents are out visiting my grandparent with my sibs tonight." He whispered. "Feel like coming over?"
"Would we be doing anything sexual?" Kurt asked coyly.
"What do you think?" Sam ran his fingers over Kurt's thigh. "I plan to pin you between me and my front door, and take what I want. Within our boundaries, of course."
"If you order a pizza, I'll definately come by for some of that fun." Kurt leaned over and nipped Sam's earlobe lightly.
"Cut the PDA, gay boys!" Santana said, sneaking up on them.
Kurt groaned.
"Do you always have to ruin the moment, Satan...I mean, Santana?" He said.
"It's what I do best." She said, grinning like a cat that got the canary.
The boys groaned again.
Kurt drove himself and Sam to Sam's after school, after calling his Dad to let him know where he was going, and to tell his Dad to stick the lasagna he made the night before in the oven to warm for twenty minutes if he was hungry.
Kurt pulled into Sam's driveway, and parked, taking Sam's hand as they walked up the path to the front door. As soon as they were in the house, Sam shoved Kurt against the door and crushed his lips to his boyfriends' in a heated kiss.
Their tongues battled for dominance, and Kurt lifted his hands, attempting to place them on Sam's shoulders. Sam grabbed Kurt's wrists and pinned them to the door above his head, pressing his chiseled body against Kurt's and grinding, making the other boy moan into his mouth. Sam let his mouth trail down, nipping and licking down the column of his man's throat.
Sam shifted both Kurt's wrists into one of his hands, still pinning them to the door, and he started to unbutton Kurt's yellow jacket, and then his button up shirt. Sam kissed and nipped and licked the skin he exposed, stopping at the base of Kurt's throat. He pressed his lips to the rapid pulse, smiling against Kurt's soft throat before sucking. Kurt's eyes were closed, and he started whimpering. Sam sucked harder, leaving a red mark on Kurt's flawless skin.
He shifted, beginning a new mark beside the first.
"Sam, please..."
"Please what?" Sam mumbled against the pleading boy's neck.
"Bedroom..." Sam pulled back, and looked at his boyfriend. He picked Kurt up and threw him over his shoulder. Kurt gasped, surprised at Sam's strength. Sam carried Kurt up to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He strode to his bed, and dropped Kurt onto it, before climbing over him. He reached down and pulled Kurt's boots off him, while toeing off his own shoes. He pulled Kurt up and yanked the yellow jacket off and tossing it aside, returning back to Kurt's neck.
Sam bit at Kurt's neck, leading up behind his ear and biting Kurt's earlobe sharply, making him shudder.
"Sam, I'm still not re-"
"I know. We're not going to go that far. Just as far as we normally do." Sam crashed his lips to Kurt's, their teeth and tongues clashing. Kurt lifted his hands and buried them into Sam's hair and pressing his hips up, making Sam feel his hard cock through his tight pants. Sam rutted his own cock down into Kurt's, both groaning at the friction. Sam brought his hand to Kurt's dress shirt and started unbuttoning it the rest of the way, trailing his lips over his chest.
Kurt reached for the bottom of Sam's hoodie and pulled it, along with his shirt, off his body.
As Sam returned to Kurt and parted his shirt, Kurt tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Sam nipped along to Kurt's shoulder, licking each bite to soothe the pain. He went to bite the sensitive skin again, and froze.
"What the fuck is this?"
Kurt opened his eyes, chest heaving. He looked into Sam's angry eyes. Sam grabbed his head and turned it to look at the huge bruise on his shoulder that was turning purple.
"Sam, I-"
"Is this why you wouldn't let me touch you in class?" Sam demanded, pulling off of Kurt.
"Sam, it's nothing." Kurt tried to pull Sam back to him, but Sam pushed his hands away.
"Karofsky did this, didn't he?"
"Sam-"
"Didn't he?!" Sam said, raising his voice and cutting Kurt off.
"Yes." Kurt said, hanging his head.
He started to re-button his shirt, and went to gather his bag and jacket.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"Leaving. The mood is obviously ruined." Kurt said as he started to pass by Sam.
Sam stopped him by taking hold of his arm and standing.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Kurt asked as Sam took Kurt's jacket and bag from him and started to unbutton Kurt's shirt again.
"I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you." Sam softened his voice, but his eyes were still hard as he pushed the shirt off Kurt's shoulders. His eyes lingered on the bruise. "I'm mad at Karofsky. He's still going at you and this time, it was my fault."
"How was this your fault?" Kurt asked, turning Sam's face toward him with his hand.
"I was talking about you with the guys today. And Karofsky was there, listening to us."
"What were you talking about?" Kurt quizzed.
"Puck mentioned the marks you left on my back, the ones from yesterday. He thought we had sex." Kurt blushed as he bit his lips. "I told him we did stuff, but we weren't ready for that. I mean, you know I am, but you aren't and I'm okay with waiting."
"Sa-"
"No, let me finish." Sam cut Kurt off, and Kurt closed his mouth. "I knew Karofsky was listening, so I said you were a great kisser, and you could turn into an animal if you wanted to. Karofsky stormed out of the locker room after that."
"This was before Glee?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah." Sam said, trailing his fingers over the bruise lightly.
"That's when he attacked me at my locker. Before Glee." Kurt said. "He must have come looking for me, to test what you said. About be becoming an animal if I wanted to."
"I swear, I want to kill him." Sam said, clenching his jaw.
"Sam, you said you wouldn't say anything to him." Kurt admonished.
"I know, Kurt. But you have no idea how hard it is for me to not do anything to him."
"I know. But trust me, it's not worth you getting hurt or suspended." Kurt brushed his fingers through Sam's bangs.
Sam sighed. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise.
"I swear, you're going to be the death of me someday." He said.
"Yeah, but you love me anyways." Kurt said.
"You know I do." Sam stood up and went to the door of his room, turning to look at Kurt. "I'm gonna go order the pizza, and get some ice for that bruise. You coming?"
