Chapter 3:
When Blaine had first walked in with the smiling blond, Kurt had assumed he was another customer. But then, customers didn't usually bring their guitars with them... or their suitcases.
"Uh, Kurt." Blaine said, hands clamped over the blondes shoulders. "Sam's going to be living with us."
"Hey, s'good to meet you." Sam said cheerfully, reaching forward to shake Kurt's hand.
Kurt stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, and then looked at Blaine. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He said, one eyebrow arched dangerously. Looking sheepish, Blaine followed him into their bedroom.
"What the hell, Blaine?" Kurt demanded, closing the door behind him.
"Kurt, it's not what you think."
"Oh, it's not? Then what's that twink doing in my living room?"
Blaine bit his lip. "Alright, it's not why you think."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Kurt asked, trying to keep his voice at a normal volume.
"I can explain, I swear." Blaine hurried. "I brought Sam here to help out—help you. So you won't have to work so hard."
Kurt folded his arms skeptically. "Does he know that?"
"Not yet... that's sort of something I need to talk to you about, actually."
Blaine led Kurt over to the bed, and they both took a seat on the edge of it. "I need you to sleep in the other bedroom for a while." He said. Kurt's mouth opened a bit, and Blaine rushed forward before Kurt cut him off. "It's just, it's a delicate situation right now, you know? Sam can't know that we're together."
Kurt looked at him. This must be why he'd cleaned out the spare room the week before... put new sheets and blankets on the bed... he was turning it into Kurt's room... so he could share this one with Sam. "I-I don't even know what to say."
"You say 'alright Blaine, since I know you love me and only want the best for me, even if you're sometimes a big jerk face, I'm going to be mad at you for a while but eventually forgive you, because I love you too.'" Blaine said, smiling hopefully.
Kurt smiled back, just a little. "Only a big jerk face sometimes?"
Blaine laughed, and kissed him. "I swear to you," He whispered, brushing his lips over Kurt's. "You are the only one I care about. Sam is nothing. You're the one I love, just you."
Kurt nodded. "I know." He said quietly. "I love you too."
Even though he knew that Blaine loved him, and that what he was doing with Sam was just a ruse, it still hurt to see them together. They sat cuddling on the couch, giggling and kissing and being awful. Kurt just sat on the couch across from him, flipping through a magazine and glaring at them.
At night, he could hear them together, making love... It was awful. Sam was freakin' loud. Who moaned that loudly? No one. It drove Kurt crazy.
Kurt hated him. Despised him. He hated his obviously dyed hair, he hated his sunny smile and he hated his wide, innocent eyes. He couldn't stand the way Blaine touched him—lightly, lovingly...like...like...
Like he used to touch me.
Despite his promise to be home more often, after about a month and a half with Sam, Blaine had resumed his usual tendency to be out all day, leaving Sam and Kurt alone together. Kurt spent most of this time ignoring Sam as loudly as possible. The rest of the time, he was with a customer.
Currently, he was receiving a customer who went by the name Hal. Hal wasn't exactly a regular, but Kurt'd seen him several times before, and was fairly fond of him. The man was older, at least in his 50's, but he was very sweet and gentle, especially for someone as tall and broad as he was. When Hal smiled, his eyes crinkled up a bit and it always made Kurt feel warm.
Kurt led Hal into his bedroom, past Sam on the couch.
"Who's the blond?" Hal asked, once the door was closed. He took a seat on the edge of Kurt's bed, bouncing a little to test it out.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "New guy."
Hal nodded. "Oh. Huh."
Kurt looked at Hal, and felt a bolt of anger and possibly jealousy go through him. "Don't you get that look on your face."
Hal blinked at him innocently. "What look?"
"That 'maybe next time I'll try out the blond' look." Kurt said. He slid into Hal's lap and wrapped his arms over Hal's broad shoulders.
Hal grinned at him, brushing a large hand over Kurt's cheek. "You hate him." He said, amused.
Kurt pursed his lips. "It's not that I hate him, it's just that I resent the hell out of him and want to put a fish hook through his mouth."
Hal laughed, as though Kurt had said something adorable, and Kurt grinned. "At least let me prove something to you, before you go casting me aside for this months model." He whispered, pressing his lips to Hals ear.
Hal shuddered a bit, letting his hands slide down Kurt's back and settle on his hips. "Whaddya wanna prove?"
Kurt grinned, and put his hands inside Hal's jacket, pushing it down his arms. "That while blondes might have more fun, they're certainly not more fun to have."
After he was finished with Hal, he went back to the living room, where Sam had his guitar set up on his knee. Trying very hard to not make a crack about how surprised he was to find that the guitar wasn't just for show, Kurt picked up the magazine he'd been reading before and sat back down on the couch.
Kurt attempted to ignore the music, which had been light and quiet when he'd come in, but it had sped up now, and after a few minutes Sam began to sing quietly.
"These walls are paper thin, and everyone hears every little sound,"
Kurt's mouth twitched a bit and he looked up at Sam over his magazine, and saw that he had a small smirk on his face. Kurt glared.
"Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me, watch them, watch me... right now."
Kurt put his magazine down and arched his eyebrows. "What are you singing?"
Sam paused with his hand on the guitar, and looked up innocently. "Modest Mouse."
"Modest what?"
Sam grinned cockily. "Mouse. Modest Mouse. They're an indie band... you don't know them?"
"No, I don't." Kurt sneered.
Sam shrugged, and went back to playing. Kurt continued to stare at him, annoyed.
"Do you have to do that?"
Sam's shoulders squared, and he paused again and looked up at Kurt. "What is your problem, dude? What have I ever done to you?"
Kurt scoffed in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You've—god, you've like...you come in here, and you just—" He shook his head, frustrated. "Honestly."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Right, yeah sure." He mumbled. He resumed playing, and Kurt stood up and stalked towards his room. As he reached the door, Sam changed the tune he was playing, to something quicker.
"Take a little more, little more, little more." Sam sang casually. "They slap you like a bitch and you take it like a whore."
Kurt froze in the doorway, and glanced back at Sam, who was strumming non-nonchalantly. He gritted his teeth, and disappeared inside his room.
That night before dinner, when Sam disappeared into his bedroom for a few minutes, Kurt launched himself at Blaine. He pushed him against the counter, shoving their mouths together.
"Woah, hey what's this?" Blaine mumbled, letting Kurt kiss him for a moment. Then he put his hands gently on Kurt's hips, pushing him back a bit.
"Just reminding you whose boyfriend you really are." He said, running his hands over Blaine's chest.
Blaine grinned. "I haven't forgotten." He pulled Kurt back towards him, resuming their kiss. Kurt smirked against Blaine's lips. They broke the kiss quickly, not wanting to get caught, but Kurt couldn't make himself move away from Blaine.
Kurt swallowed a little, and looked at him. "Um, Blaine?" He began. "Sam doesn't... I mean, you haven't told him about me, have you? About... about what I do?"
Blaine looked surprised. "No, of course not. Why?"
Kurt shrugged. "Just something he said. Well, something he sang."
"Blaine, you haven't seen the X-Men comic I was reading yesterday, have you?" Sam asked, wandering out of the bedroom. Kurt moved away from Blaine, before Sam could notice anything. "'Cause it's like no where."
"Comics, really?" Kurt sneered. "What are you, 12?"
Sam narrowed his eyes, but ignored him. "It was on the table."
Blaine shrugged. "Have you checked the bookshelf?" He asked, referring to the shelf in the living room that was really more of a magazine shelf than anything.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, s'not there. Just back issues of Vogue or whatever."
Kurt smirked a little to himself. "Actually, a lot of those are Vanity Fair as well."
Sam sighed a little, sounding defeated. "Whatever," He mumbled, going into the kitchen. He opened a random cupboard, not appearing to be looking for anything in particular, and his eyes popped open when he saw his X-Men comic sitting underneath a frying pan. "Hey, look what I found!" He said happily, pulling the comic out and not bothering to close the cupboard. He grinned.
"What was it doing in there?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I dunno," Sam said with a shrug. "Let's just order a pizza for dinner, alright?" Sam mumbled, opening the comic and beginning to read.
Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was looking away and whistling innocently.
A/N: The songs Sam sings are "Paper Thin Walls" by Modest Mouse, and "Shake Tramp" by Marianas Trench.