I look.
Stood at six feet tall with piercing green eyes that I immediately decide put the shiniest emeralds to shame is the most perfect human being ever to walk the Earth. Now I know what you're thinking. Beauty is subjective, et cetera, but this cannot be disputed. This specimen stood in front of me takes the title of 'Most Beautiful Species Alive'. My breath hitches in my throat. I can almost feel Santana's smirk, but who has the time to look at her when Adonis himself graces us with his presence. I blink three times to make sure I'm actually awake. Pinch. Yes, I'm awake. But how?
And then he speaks.
"Uh, hi. I'm Sam Evans and I'm new to McKinley. I just moved here from Tennessee last month and when I found out that there was a Glee Club here, I didn't think twice about auditioning. I'd love to join if you think there's a place for me."
I swear I had to strain to continue listening to him speaking. His eyes and the husky tone to his voice are serious distractors. He sure knows how to hold an audience. Each second is ticking away and each second I'm finding something new that transfixes me. I can imagine the extremely hot body he has managed to conceal under his tee, which I think is a waste of material. One, it's bad fashion, but more importantly, he should never wear shirts ever. Ugh, now I'm objectifying him. I swore I would never do that, but it's so difficult when every sexual hormone in my body is honed onto this boy and is screaming at me. The temptation burns and I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
"If you don't mind, I'd really like to audition now. I have a song prepared and I'm ready to go."
"Accompaniment?" Mr Schuester asks. Wait, what? He's singing? Does he want to cause my heart to fail or does he just not realise the dazzling effect he has on the entire room. Well, Sam is a great test of their judgement. He is clearly exquisite and if they don't see that, then there we have it. They suck at reading people. Even if he can't sing, I'll vote yes to have him in. I'm sure the girls will, too. Oh god, there goes the issue of his sexuality. Straight? Bisexual? Gay? Pan? Something else? If he's straight, I may as well cut out my heart and donate it because I'm seriously enamoured. It's been around two minutes since I saw him and I can now officially say that love at first sight is a viable option. It's pretty unexplainable, actually. It's like…every nerve in my body is pulsating at rapid paces because they yearn to feel his touch. It's like my heart is looking at him and beating for him. My eyes don't want to look away, although I know I'm staring like a lemur. They never want to see anything else. My stomach has basically gone to mulch and it's flipping the fuck out. Oh yeah, I'm in extremely deep.
"Crap, uh, would anyone mind playing piano for me?" He looks around the room, though doesn't glance at me. Don't I play piano? Yes. Yes, I do. Should I play for him? It would give me a reason to be close to him. But no. Sadly, I can't. Because my brain is suspecting his heterosexuality and too much exposure to forbidden territory will slowly deconstruct my heart.
I feel Santana nudge me. "Kurt plays, I'm sure he'd love to accompany you." She smiles widely and falsely.
Oh my Grace Kelly he is looking directly at me. For the love of Madonna, why can't I speak? Say yes, Kurt. You can hardly say no to him now. The eyes say it all. Or maybe I just want to impress him. But how can I play piano when I can barely look at him. Hearing him sing will completely throw me off my game and I'll mess up and—oh he wants an answer.
Sam was looking desperately at me. I just nod, not sure I can formulate any words at the current moment. I rise from my chair and make my way down to him.
"W-What's your song?" I say, the stammer completely fucking me up. But yet I'm so nervous I'm surprised words came out at all. He leans down to my ear and whispers his song selection. Luckily, I know it and play it quite frequently. Talk about meant to be, right? No. Focus, Kurt, you're here to play for him not to propose to me and declare your sudden obsession with blonde boys who sing. I sit at the piano, flexing my fingers. Wait, I forgot to ask the key. Oh, he's looking at me like he wants me to play. Okay, and go.
My fingers stretch out across the keys as the introductory melody begins. I love the song and I hope Sam can sing it well.
Sam takes a deep breath and begins to sing.
Before he even falls asleep
I got one foot out the door, one foot out the door,
Wait, he? That is definitely a lyrical change because the original has female pronouns. Maybe he is gay? Kurt, watch you don't slip. It's not like I will, I have this song ingrained in my mind.
I think he said his name but I was wasted
I don't care anymore, one foot out the door
He sings so beautifully. I can hear so much emotion pouring from his voice. I just know that he is thinking of a past experience and using it to influence his musicality. Hardly anybody can act this well through song. It's only been one verse and I can already bet that he's a threat for Finn's male lead position. There's more warmth to his voice than Finn's and they're probably about the same range. Yeah, I have a good ear for this stuff.
Night after night, day after day
Jack and coke smoking on the fire escape
Is it too soon or is it too late?
Am I crazy to think that I could be in love
When it all ends up, it all ends up wasted?
No, Sam, you could be in love with me if you wanted to be. You know, I'll be here waiting for you to go ahead and fall.
I'd give you my heart but I'd just fuck it up,
We'd end up, we'd end up wasted
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Trying to numb the pain away,
I know how to leave but not how to stay,
I wonder if I will ever find someone to fill me up inside,
Someone to kiss my fears away,
If I believed in God I'd pray, to God I'd pray
Am I crazy to think that I could be in love when it all ends up, it all ends up wasted,
I'd give you my heart, but I'd just fuck it up, and we'd end up, we'd end up wasted,
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Night after night, day after day,
Jack and coke smoking on the fire escape,
Is it too soon or is it too late?
Am I crazy to think that I could be in love when it all ends up, it all ends up wasted,
I'd give you my heart, but I'd just fuck it up, and we'd end up, we'd end up wasted,
I say we'd end up wasted, ooooh,
We'd end up wasted.
As soon as my hands leave the ebony and ivory keys, I'm applauding loudly for this magnificent boy. After a few seconds, the whole club is clapping for him. Santana and Brittany are standing. Sam turns and gestures to me, diverting the club's attention to me for what seems like the first time in forever. I can't remember when I last sang a solo for the group. Maybe 'A House Is Not A Home', perhaps? God, that was quite creepy, actually. I am not doing that again.
Before I can comprehend what's happening, Sam's arms wrap themselves around my neck and he's hugging me. Oh, he smells so good. So fresh and intoxicating, I could smell it forever. His strong arms feel safe and protective and I already trust him. I've literally said three words to him, just not the three words I wanted to start with, and I already feel like he's a big part of my world. Surely, this isn't normal behaviour.
"Thank you," Sam whispers in my ear and my eyes widen. I know what it is now.
This is love.
Author's Note: The song is "Wasted" by MKTO.