Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Sam put his hand up in the air, the other around Quinn's waist, grinding as the music assaulted his ears. Someone had really gone all out with this house party - colored lights and a huge set of speakers and all the alcohol they'd need. He didn't actually know whose house it was. He'd gotten a bright-colored flyer in his locker a couple days ago, and Quinn said she wanted to go, so here he was. He was glad he'd come.
Kurt had been avoiding him in the couple weeks since he'd read the note. He'd tried to talk to him, but what could he do? So mostly he'd gone on with his life, and the party seemed like a good way to let go and just have fun. So he did. He drank a beer and danced with his girlfriend, he hung out with his friends. And when he saw Kurt, he tried to ignore him.
But he couldn't. "I'm gonna get a drink," he said to Quinn. "Do you want something?"
"A glass of punch would be nice," she said, and Sam squeezed his way out of the living room/dance floor and followed Kurt around a corner.
"Kurt." He grabbed the boy's elbow, and he turned around with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"
"Can we talk?" Sam looked earnest. Kurt really didn't want this talk to happen, but he couldn't exactly keep avoiding Sam. He opened the nearest door and started to walk in, but the room was occupied. He hurried out and slammed the door behind him, and Sam couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. "How about in here?" He opened the bathroom door, and Kurt closed it behind himself.
"Okay..." He didn't really know how to say what he wanted to say, or exactly what it was he wanted to say, for that matter.
"If this is about that note, you can forget it because I'm over it," Kurt said instead, and turned to leave.
"Wait," Sam said, grabbing Kurt's hand, but he quickly let go of it when Kurt turned around. "Look, if you...like me, it's okay." Kurt crossed his arms and looked out the window over Sam's shoulder. "I mean, it's not weird or anything. I just...I'm with Quinn, you know? But it's not weird, I don't want it to be weird between us, I liked when we were friends. I'm just sorry I can't...reciprocate...or whatever." He wasn't sure 'reciprocate' was the right word, it sounded funny coming out of his mouth, but Kurt knew what he meant. He took a deep breath, let it out, and finally looked Sam in the eyes.
"Really?"
Sam's lips quirked up into that half-smile Kurt adored. "Yeah, really. I'm tired of there being this awkwardness between us. That's over, okay. I kind of know how you feel, anyway."
Kurt smiled. It's not really possible for him to know how I feel, but at least he's trying.
"So come dance with us." Sam smiled, and he and Kurt walked back to the dance floor.
"Where's my punch?" Quinn asked. Sam looked confused. "Huh?"
"You were going to get me a drink," she said.
"Oh yeah."
He got Quinn's drink, and then the glee club danced the rest of the night, friendship restored.
an: yeahhh...it's kind of corny, but I'm in a hurry to get to choir. I'll probably update again tonight. okay, leave me some nice reviews, and I hope you liked it :)