Kurt POV
"Hey Kurt, wait up!"
Oh shit. Busted. I'm being really paranoid about my happenings with Mr Schue. He asked me to call him Will, actually, so I guess it's Will now and not Mr Schue. I'll have to make sure not to call him Will in front of Glee Club or the rest of my Spanish class. I also have to make sure not to jump his bones while he's writing on the whiteboard in the choir room. God it's tempting. His ass is perfectly shaped and so damn squeezable.
I turn around and it's just Sam. I've known Sam Evans since I was six. He moved into the house next door to mine. When we were younger, we were inseparable. He was there for me throughout everything. He supported me when my mom died and he was the first person that I came out to. None of us have moved since, and we don't plan on moving house anytime soon. We love it there. My dad half expected us to get together once he knew about me, but Sam is happily straight. We're closer than usual best friends, though. We're completely comfortable with each other. We even shower together sometimes. It's nothing sexual, it's just because we're that close, we do it to save water. Contrary to what people may think, I've never been in love with Sam. You would think that being so close to guy as beautiful and caring as Sam might tip me over the edge and make me develop feelings for him, but it's been purely platonic for ten years. Sam's the perfect best friend, but I don't picture him romantically. He's got an amazing body but even when showering with him doesn't make feel anything. Well I still feel something, I'm still a guy.
"Oh hey Sam. I didn't expect to see you until later."
"Yeah, well I thought I'd catch up with you now since I didn't see you last night after Glee."
Oh crap, don't mention Glee yesterday.
"Oh uh yeah, I uh, was uh, trying a new song out on Mr Schuester and I got side tracked by uh something." Sam is the only person that I have never ever been able to lie to. I might end up telling him. He wouldn't say anything, but I just know that he would disapprove massively. He might not care, though, there's always that chance.
"Uh, okay. So, do you wanna do something tonight?"
"Sure, I'd love to! Movie night?"
"You bet! I'll bring the newest additions to my collection and you will definitely surprise me with a new musical, right?"
"Definitely! I look forward to it! Well, I gotta run, but I'll see you in Glee later?" Wow, that was a close one.
"Yeah…uh okay. Kurt, are you sure that everything's okay? Are you sure that nothing's wrong?"
"Yeah, everything's fine, I'm just…tired." I struggle to think of an excuse for this.
"Ah okay. I'll see you later."
I hate lying to him. I never really lie to him, but certain times call for a little fib along the way. Like my kisses with my teacher. Which will not leave my head.
Will POV
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. I can't stop thinking about Kurt Hummel. And it makes everything worse that I have to see him every day. And today is no exception. I'm grading papers as I usually am, trying to work out the latest Sue Sylvester insult about my hair including a cultural reference that I have never heard of to make it more difficult. I see a few students walking into the choir room adjacent to my office and I look at the time. 3:30. Crap, it's time for Glee. So now I have to pull a lesson plan out of my ass and pretend that it's good. Think, Will, think. Uh, nothing. Think of something that will be good for Kurt and make him those high notes that make your dick throb. What?
"Hey, guys! This week's lesson is something I've wanted to try out on you guys for a while but the timing's always been off. I want you tell the other members of the club something about yourself through song. You can be as blunt as you want to be, or you can be subtle, it's up to you, but the job is to express something that you can't say through words. I always recommend singing about something as a way to deal with it. So that's what you're going to do for this week. A solo. For everyone. It's time to hear your true voices." I blink at them. Do they not like it? Judging by the thoughtful looks on their faces, they're thinking really hard about this. Predictably, my gaze fixates on Kurt, whose beautiful eyes light up at the thought of singing an emotional solo. Some look bored, such as Puck and Brittany, but I'm looking forward to seeing how they respond to this very free assignment.
"Mr Schue, I have a question." Kurt's angelic voice whistles down my ear.
"Sure, Kurt." It's so hard not to scoop him up into my arms and kiss him as wrap his legs around me, no focus on what he's saying, Will!
"Can it be about…anything?" His eyes challenge me. I nod shortly.
"Anything you want to tell the rest of the group. Or just express, they might not be able to guess." I say, though the pragmatics of my sentence speak volumes to Kurt, who smirks.
"Tink, we already know you're gay. You don't have to tell us through song." Santana drones comically. Kurt raises an eyebrow at her but smirks nonetheless.
"Santana, just some advice. Please don't sing 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks. It's such a waste of a fabulous opportunity for self-expression to tell us something that we are definitely already aware of." He snorts.
"Touche." She shoots back and the two engage in a hushed discussion. Then, I see it.
On Kurt's leg, there's a hand. A large, masculine hand. Belonging to Sam Evans. I want Sam to remove it. I don't want him to touch Kurt. I can feel myself urging to remove it myself. Though they're best friends, everybody knows that. I can't help Sam touching Kurt nonchalantly. He's straight, anyway. Doesn't he like Quinn? She won't date, she's pregnant. Focus, again, Will.
"So, guys, uh, just use this lesson to explore songs that you might want to present to the group. I have some sheet music in my office if you want to look through it for some songs."
Next thing I know, Rachel is sauntering over to me, with a professional show smile etched onto her face, babbling about her song choice. I shake my head her. I'm about to lecture her on how 'I'm The Greatest Star' from Funny Girl is not an acceptable song choice for this assignment and will gain her no credit, when, again, all I can see is him.
Kurt's chatting away with Sam and Santana. I can see that he's enthusiastic about this assignment. I look forward to what he's got planned. I need to speak to him. I need to kiss him. I just need to be with him.
After some heated discussion about song choices, the kids leave for the day.
"Kurt, could you hang back for just a sec?" The boy nods and waves goodbye to his friends.
"What's up, Will?" He whispers when everybody leaves.
"Do you-uh- maybe wanna come over tonight? I can make us some dinner. I hope toast is good for you." We laugh, and I hear that musical bell-like laugh that Kurt produces. It's magical.
"I would, but I've got a movie night with Sam planned. I can't miss it, he'll be suspicious." He hisses softly.
"Oh, that's fine. I guess I have to get you while I can." I capture his lips with mine and hold him closely. I'm in oblivion right now. Kurt's lips are so soft and delicious that I could just die right now and be satisfied.
I'm so oblivious to everything around me, that I don't hear the footsteps. Or the door opening. But I hear the voice loud and clear.
"What the FUCK?"
Author's Note: I definitely have not forgotten about this story, but I've just been focusing on other things lately, like reading the A Song of Fire and Ice books. They're so big.
Anyway, who do you think the voice is?! A dedication in the next chapter for anybody who correctly guesses. Hint: It's not Santana.