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"Are you really sure you're okay with this?"
"Positive," said Sam, eyes darting across the room. "This is my acting debut, and I don't wanna bomb."
I raised my eyebrows. "Okay. Just remember that you asked for this."
"Of course," he rubbed his palms on his knees. "Like I said, you're an amazing actor, and you can play any part in this show. You're just easier to work with than Rachel, that's all."
I faked a smile. "Right."
My stomach sank as I was brought right back to reality. To him, this was just me helping him rehearse. He would be pretending I was Rachel. He had absolutely no desire to "be dirty" with me, as the song suggested.
"Thanks so much, Kurt," he said, poking my nose. "You're the best."
"Yes, I know," I replied. "And don't touch my nose."
He chuckled as I walked over to my desk to get my script.
"So, you remember what happens in the movie, right?"
"Uh-huh," he said. "I've just been chased by dogs all over the castle, and I'm all messed up, right?"
"Right," I replied. "Then you're sitting in the tank, and Janet comes in, bitching, then hears you crying and tries to help you."
"Okay. Then what do I do when she's throwing herself at me? I mean, I know what he's supposed to do, but it's hard to... do it. Ya know?"
"Yeah," I lied, not even attempting to wrap my head around what he was saying. "Basically, you were born about five hours ago, so you don't really know what's going on, but you were built specifically for sex, so you know exactly what to do. Does that make sense?"
"Okay," he said slowly. "So I just react how I normally would if someone were throwing themselves at me?"
"Right."
"Cool. So, now I just... cry?
I nodded, and he lay down on my kitchen table and began to whimper quietly.
"Good," I told him. "Let's start."
I carefully walked over to him, removed the imaginary blanket, and gasped. Sam sat up.
"'Oh, you're hurt!'" I said in my best Janet voice. I took his arm and ran my thumb over the back of his hand. "'Did they do this to you?'"
Sam nodded, pouting. I cheered for him, internally, then banged my fist in the air and stomped my foot.
"'Here,'" I mimed ripping a piece of my imaginary skirt. "'I'll dress your wounds.'"
I wrapped the pretend cloth around Sam's hand, he looked up at me, giant blue eyes reminding me of a sad puppy. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I told him "Uh, it says 'Rocky takes Janet's hand.'"
He nodded quickly, slowly taking my hand into his. My skin felt as if a thousand shock waves were going through it at once. I looked away awkwardly, as Janet is supposed to do, then continued to stroke his hand with the pretend fabric. Then I reached across to the counter and started the music.
I was feeling done in, couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before.
I thought there's no use getting
Into heavy petting
I carefully brought Sam's hand up to my chest, then pushed it down quickly.
It only leads to trouble and... seat wetting.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He swallowed hard.
Now all I want to know, is how to go
My hand found it's way onto Sam's shoulder.
I've tasted blood and I want more.
I ripped another piece of my imaginary skirt.
I'll put up no resistence, I want to stay the distance
I inched closer and closer to him, circling around the table. He stood up.
I've got an itch to scratch
I need assistence!
My arms flew around his neck, my legs wrapping around his body.
Touch a touch a touch me!
I wanna be dirty!
I pulled his body closer to mine, and he pulled away, as it said in the script for him to do. I wasn't sure if he remembered he was supposed to do that, or if he was truly uncomfortable.
Thrill me, chill me, fufill me,
Creature of the night!
Swooped down so his face was in line with my groin, then swooped under my leg. That was the exactly what it said for him to do in the script, and I was beginning to question how much he actually needed my help. I stood up so we were both standing.
Then if anything grows, while you pose
I'll oil you up and drop you down
I paced closer to him, my face dangerously close to his. He paced backwards, smiling at me.
And thats just one small fraction
Of the main attraction
you need a friendly hand
I yanked his hands up to my chest.
And I need action!
Touch a touch a touch me!
I wanna be dirty!
My eyes fluttered shut as he generously ran his hands across my chest. It took all my willpower to keep my raging sixteen-year-old hormones in check.
Thrill me, chill me, fufill me,
Creature of the night!
I backed me up towards the table, climbing on top of him as he continued to stroke my chest. In any other circumstances, this would be completely awkward, but for some reason, neither of us seemed to care. He ran his hands all over my neck and shoulders, then, right on cue, flipped me over so he was on top.
Creature of the night!
Creature of the night!
My eyes fluttered shut, head lolling from side to side.
Creature of the night!
Sam buried his face in my neck.
Creature of the night!
All the blood in my body felt as if it were going straight to my groin, and I was forgetting that we were Rocky and Janet, not Sam and Kurt.
Creature of the night!
My hormones were taking over as I ran my hands down his back and looked my left leg around his. I could barely even notice him grinding against me, I was so lost.
Creature of the night!
He sang along this time too, pulling up slightly.
Creature of the night.
The music ended abruptly, and suddenly, we were back in my kitchen. Both of us were breathing heavily, and he didn't seem to want to get off me. The two of us lay there, on the table, catching our breaths, neither of us daring to discuss what had just happened. We could have stayed there for hours if it wasn't for the sound of the footsteps coming down the stairs.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Sam flew off me in an instant, looking like a deer in the headlights. He crossed his legs and leaned against the counter, trying to look innocent. I attempted a smile, but failed miserably.
"Dad," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "This is Sam. We're rehearsing for the school musical."
My dad squinted. "Riiiiiight." He turned to Sam. "Hi, I'm Kurt's dad."
Sam took his hand and shook it, still looking terrified. "Hi, Mr. Hummel."
There was a long, awkward silence.
"Are you two sure everything's okay?"
We both nodded quickly.
"Actually, uh, I think I'll be going now," Sam said, grabbing his bag and heading towards the door. My heart sank. "Thanks Kurt, I'll - er - see you later. Bye Mr. Hummel."
And then he was gone. My dad went back upstairs.
I was by myself in the kitchen, feeling lonelier than ever.