Just a Little Crush Chapter Eight: A Lovely Couple, a glee fanfic

Title: Just a little crush (8/9)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Romance
Spoilers: S1
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. The songs in this chapter don't belong to me either.
Summary: Sam was willing to admit, if only to himself, that it was possible that he might have a slight crush on Kurt Hummel.

A/N: I woke up to lots of alerts/faves so thanks for those and for all the lovely comments. Please review this chapter if you get the chance :)

Lyall of the Rose – Lol they won't be making "beautiful lemon-bleached-gay-babies" anytime soon but your comment made me laugh lots! I was as obsessed with Buffy when I was a teenager as I am with Glee now so couldn't help myself :)

When Sam walked into the choir room Kurt was nowhere to be seen but his bag and the sweater he had been wearing earlier that day were perched on a chair in the second row. He sat down next to them, realising that all of the Glee club were there apart from Kurt, Tina and Brittany.

Mercedes walked to the piano and leant against it "I hope you don't mind Mr Schue but I asked some of the Glee club to help me with my secret."

Brittany and Tina walked into the room wearing leotards and black heels like the girls in the Beyoncé video Kurt had made him watch. They were followed by Kurt who was also wearing a leotard but had a pair of skinny jeans on over the top as well as a vest, tie and even a sparkly glove. The three of them took their positions in the centre of the room and waited for Mercedes to start.

All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies

Sam couldn't move his eyes from Kurt's slender frame as he bounced in time with the music one hand on his hip the other out to the side.

Now put your hands up
Up in the club, we just broke up
I'm doing my own little thing
You decided to dip but now you wanna trip
Cuz another brother noticed me
I'm up on him, he up on me
Don't pay him any attention
Cuz i cried my tears, GAVE three good years
Ya can't be mad at me

Sam smiled at the little kick Kurt made as he threw his hands up in the air. Mercedes was probably going full out diva and Tina and Britt were no doubt doing a great job with the dance moves but he tuned out everything else in the room apart from Kurt. His ears blocked out all noise apart from the song, his full attention on Kurt as if they were they only two in the room and the dance was just for Sam.

Coz If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips
Hold me tighter than my Dereon jeans
Acting up, drink in my cup
I couldn't care less what you think
I need no permission, did I mention
Don't pay him any attention
Cuz you had your turn
But now you gonna learn
What it really feels like to miss me

As Mercedes sang Dereon jeans Sam couldn't help his eyes roaming Kurt's denim clad thighs and ass as he crouched down in between the girls. Sam shifted in his chair uncomfortably as he attempted to ignore the warmth building in the pit of his stomach. Kurt looked him in the eyes as he danced to the last line pushing his bangs out of his eyes and Sam felt his heart sink slightly until Kurt smirked, shooting him a cute wink.

It was amazing how Kurt could get his hips to do that thrusty thing that Beyoncé did. In fact he was doing all the moves from the video surprisingly well, making slight alterations here and there and obviously he didn't have a wall to run up.

Don't treat me to the things of this world
I'm not that kind of girl
Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve
Is a man that makes me, then takes me
And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond
Pull me into your arms
Say I'm the one you WANT
If you don't, you'll be alone
And like a ghost I'll be gone

All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies All the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up
woo oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh
woo oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh

Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it woo oh ooh

Sam was the first to clap when Mercedes finished singing but he didn't take his eyes off Kurt, even when Mr Schue rambled on and on about how amazing her performance was despite the fact she clearly hadn't kept her secret.

Kurt sat down next to him breathing heavily "So what did you think?" He removed his sparkly glove, tie and waistcoat then pulled on his sweater careful not to mess up his hair.

Sam stopped himself just in time from admitting that he had been thinking how incredibly flexible and hot Kurt was. "You were amazing."

Kurt grinned folding his accessorises and placed them in his bag "Well thank you kindly sir." Sam just nodded, probably with a derpy smile on his face, not trusting himself to speak.

Mr Schue was still talking and had already asked if anyone wanted to guess Mercedes' secret. "She never wants to feel like she needs a man to complete her." Kurt answered before turning to Sam and whispering "Long story."

"Kurt? Are you ready?" Mr Schue asked once the gleeks had settled down a bit.

Kurt nodded and slowly moved to the front of the room. He took a deep breath "I'd like to dedicate this to my mom."

You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and mother
Then my world was shattered

Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here

Kurt closed his eyes turning his head slightly to the left before opening them, looking around the room without focusing on anything. His voice had the same haunting quality it had when Sam found him in the choir room but if possible it was more intense, sending chills down his back as he felt Kurt's sadness wash over him.

Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you helped me to do
All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle

A single tear etched its way down Kurt's cheek, he looked down then wrapped his arms around himself as he sang warm and gentle. Sam hoped to God he never lost his mom and felt a stab of guilt for taking her for granted so often. He couldn't imagine how he would have coped without her this last year and for Kurt to have lost his mom when he was a little kid must have been devastating.

Too many years
Fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die

Sam had heard him sing with emotion but never like this, it was like pure unadulterated pain was pouring out of Kurt. He felt his own eyes well up and quickly wiped them before anyone could see, more out of habit than anything else.

Wishing you were here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try

No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye

Kurt stood with tears streaming down his face, his whole body shaking.

Sam started to get up but was beaten by Finn who quickly wrapped his arms around his step-brother and held him tight as sobs wracked his body. The sound was torture to Sam and he felt sick with himself for the jealousy he felt when he looked at Finn holding Kurt. He was so hopelessly in l... he had it so bad he was actually jealous of Kurt's brother offering him comfort. Sam bit his lip as he realised what he had been thinking, how deep his feelings were for Kurt and how quickly they had developed.

Once Kurt had calmed down a little Finn led him back to his seat next to Sam, only pausing for Mr Schue to squeeze Kurt on the shoulder. When he had sat down Kurt lent towards Sam resting his head on Sam's shoulder and reached out his hand.

Ignoring their Glee mates Sam took his hand and pulled him onto his lap, tucking Kurt's head under his chin and stroked his soft hair. Kurt's fingers clung to his t-shirt and he pressed himself as close as possible as if he were trying to make them inhabit the same space.

Sam heard Puck whisper "Are they like... together?" followed by a thwack and Finn's voice saying "They're best friends idiot."

He chose to ignore them, not that he could move his head or well anything with Kurt sitting on him. Instead he whispered what he hoped were soothing things in Kurt's ear and once the smaller boy relaxed slightly he attempted to put a smile back on his face. Kurt giggled slightly at his quiet yet brilliant reprise of He Thinks My Tractor's Sexy and Sam smiled as he felt his unsteady breath huff against his neck.

"Well done Kurt. That was very brave of you." Mr Schue sent him a sympathetic look which he probably missed since his face was still tucked under Sam's chin. "Anyone want to take a guess?"

Sam quickly looked around the couple of gleeks he could see without moving his head, Rachel was sniffing and wiping her eyes, Artie looked pretty depressed and Brittany was being cuddled by Santana. "They say time heals everything but I'm still waiting" Rachel said sadly wiping her eyes with a tissue Mr Schue passed her.

Kurt let out a quiet whimper and Sam tightened his arms pressing his lips against Kurt's forehead. His arms wrapped around Sam's neck and after a few minutes he lifted his head pressing a damp cheek against Sam's.

"Thanks."

"That's what friends are for."

Sam's heart clenched as Kurt pulled away and slid off his lap onto the chair next to them without looking at him. Feeling like he'd done something wrong but not sure what, Sam took Kurt's hand entwining their fingers and tried not to stare at the boy who was gazing at their hands with an expression almost like longing. Sam turned his attention to Mr Schue who was rambling about Nationals and attempted to forget what Kurt had felt like sitting in his lap and how perfect it had felt.

Sam had a plan. The details were a tad fuzzy but the gist of it involved pumping Kurt's friends for information followed by taking Kurt places which would hopefully cheer him up. Mercedes and Rachel had given the best ideas, Finn was useless and Sam wondered if he knew anything about his step brother because he was pretty certain Kurt wouldn't enjoy paintball, followed by the arcade and an all you can eat buffet.

Sam just hoped it would work considering the plan sort of hinged on whether or not Kurt would actually agree to leave his house without knowing where they were going or what they would be doing.

Pulling up in front of Kurt's house Sam riffled through the box of ceramics he had just picked up from Color Me Mine. Carefully removing his coasters he placed them in the glove compartment because really who puts gloves in there? He jumped out of his truck remembering to grab his guitar from the back seat and threw it over his shoulder before knocking loudly on the door.

Kurt opened it a few minutes later still wearing his clothes from earlier but since he couldn't see the top of the leotard Sam assumed he had taken it off when he got home. He tilted his head and frowned in confusion "Sam what are you doing here?"

"I brought you something. Can I come in?" Kurt nodded and stepped aside following Sam into the kitchen. As he set the box down on the counter Sam sneaked a look at Kurt, he was looking tired but the sadness and pain that had etched his face earlier was mostly gone. "I stopped by Color Me Mine and picked our stuff up" he smiled passing the largest well packed object to Kurt.

Kurt unwrapped his vase followed by four mugs, one in yellow with Carole on, another in green with Finn on and one which said Burt that had been painted to look like plaid. The final mug was blue and had Sam written on it in swirly letters. How Kurt had managed to paint it without him noticing, Sam would probably never know.

"You made me a mug?" Kurt blushed and nodded handing it to him. Sam traced the letters with his fingertips several times before setting it down on the counter. "Thanks" he said reaching for the well wrapped plate he had painted and passed it to Kurt who took it with a surprised look.

Kurt unwrapped it laughing as he read Sam and Kurt's day of fun 2011. "I know it wasn't a full day but..."

"It's perfect Sam. Thank you."

Sam smiled taking the plate out of Kurt's hands and placed it on the counter "Come on Sunshine, get your coat."

"Where are we going?" he asked taking a light jacket from where it was draped over a chair.

"It's a surprise. Come on!" Sam grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside picking up his new mug on the way.

Apparently Kurt wasn't depressed enough to get into Sam's death machine because he stopped next to his car looking between Sam and his 'baby' several times before handing over his keys with a sigh. Once he had climbed into the passenger side he asked "Where are we going?" for the second time.

"Do you trust me?" Great now he sounded like Aladdin.

"Yes" Kurt replied without hesitation. He hummed along quietly to the radio for the short drive, not speaking again until Sam parked the car. "Your surprise is the mall?"

"Well sort of, I thought you might enjoy dressing me up or something."

According to Mercedes makeovers were like crack to Kurt so naturally Sam had come to the conclusion that he had to hand over his body in order to cheer him up. He would have preferred to be handing over his body for less fashion related purposes but beggars can't be choosers.

It seemed that he had stumbled upon a great idea because Kurt's whole face lit up and he jumped out of the car, dragging Sam into the mall towards some very pricey looking shops.

"Should I be worried that the sales assistant knew you by name?" Sam asked as they left the fifth store, after Kurt had a lengthy conversation with the assistant about some dude called Marc and his new collection.

"Are you telling me the assistants wherever you buy your comics don't know your name?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Fair enough but it seemed a lot less weird when he was talking to Leonard and Frank about X-men or Young Avengers.

"Here we are, this store has the perfect thing for you to try on." Kurt smiled as he handed him a pair of red skinny jeans and pushed him towards the changing rooms which were surprisingly spacious and had real doors and everything, not just a tiny space with a curtain like most of the shops that Sam frequented.

Sam got the jeans past his calves but struggled to pull them up all the way. "These are damn tight, how do you wear them?" His only reply was a snort from directly outside the door. After much grunting and struggling Sam fastened the pants and opened the door for Kurt to see. "What do you think?"

Kurt stared at his thighs and swallowed noticeably "I don't know. Do a twirl." Sam complied and heard Kurt's breath hitch as he turned around. "I approve. Do you like them?"

"They're a bit tight. I'm not sure my junk could handle them on an daily basis." Kurt rolled his eyes and laughed informing him that you get use to it. Sam shook his head but smiled and went back into the changing room, a few minutes later he accepted the inevitable. "Umm Kurt I can't get them off."

Kurt didn't reply for a while and Sam wondered if he had been distracted by something in the store.

"Do you want me to..."

"You're gunna have to help whether I want or not dude" He opened the door and Kurt slipped in grabbing ahold of the tight fabric without looking at him. Sam bit his lip as Kurt tugged the fabric down his hips.

"You're going to lose your underwear if you don't hang on to them."

Sam grabbed ahold of his underwear, a couple more tugs and Kurt pulled the jeans down to his calves. Sam stumbled forward tripping on the pants around his knees, he reached out and grabbed the closest thing to him which was Kurt, pulling them both down to the ground. Sam caught himself on his arms as he fell on top of Kurt preventing him from getting squished. They took one look at each other before bursting out laughing. Sam rested his head on Kurt's shoulder as his eyes welled up until there was a knock at the door.

"What's going on in there?" the sales assistant asked.

"My friend wanted a second opinion" Kurt replied in a voice much deeper than usual. Sam lay on top of Kurt listening to the sales assistant's footsteps as she walked away from the cubical before he looked down raising a questioning eyebrow. Kurt shrugged slightly "I didn't want her thinking you were in here with a girl."

That was probably a good idea, it would have been embarrassing for everyone if the sales assistant thought he was getting it on with a girl and then found out it was a dude. Sam pushed himself to his feet then reached down to help Kurt stand. His heart and something else twitched when he noticed that Kurt was staring at his crotch.

"Spiderman underwear. Really?" Kurt shook his head "I'll let you get dressed." He slipped out of the door making sure not to flash Sam to anyone outside.

The next stop on his Cheer-Kurt-Up trip wasn't far from Sam's house but he hadn't even known that it existed until he questioned Rachel on where he could take Kurt. She had suggested the club which apparently she frequented every Thursday but didn't want everyone knowing about, as having her fans visit her while she was performing there may bias the unknown audience. Sam rolled his eyes at the memory of her rambling on and on about the importance of feedback from an unbiased crowd.

"What is this place?" Kurt asked warily moving closer to Sam as he led them down an alley towards a dingy looking club.

"You'll see."

Rachel had explained that being underage wasn't a problem at these events, the doorman would let them in but they wouldn't be served at the bar and sure enough as they walked into the small building the doorman took one look at them and stamped their hands.

Kurt looked at his hand in disgust "A baby goat? This better come off easily."

Ignoring his grumbling Sam pulled Kurt to a table in the corner of the room and glanced towards the stage where someone was singing Nickleback's Rockstar. Kurt looked at him in confusion obviously not realising why they were there.

"It's open mic night." Kurt's face lit up. "I thought maybe we could do that duet."

"In front of all these people?" Kurt looked around nervously and Sam had a feeling that he wasn't nervous about performing but worried about performing with another guy. Sam nodded and Kurt stared at him for a moment before nodding as well "Okay."

Some people were singing full sets but most were only singing one or two songs which was good because he didn't know all that many songs on his guitar, not ones Kurt would want to sing anyway. After Sam had a word with the guy in charge and bought them both a drink, they sat in a comfortable silence listening to a pretty good rendition of This is My Life by a large balding man in biker leathers.

Kurt caught his gaze "Earlier in Glee... I.."

"It's okay Sunshine you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Sam knew all about being forced to talk about something you don't want to. His councillor had made him go over and over details of the attack and he never wanted to make anyone feel the way he had.

"No it's okay I want to." Kurt took a few minutes "The anniversary of her death is in a few weeks." Sam didn't know what to say so he leant across and took Kurt's hand squeezing it gently. Kurt suddenly smiled at him "How do you always know what to do to make me feel better?" He shrugged but grinned, insanely happy that he made Kurt feel that way.

Sam reluctantly let go as Kurt pulled his hand away when the biker dude walked passed their table. The guy hadn't seemed to notice but he understood why Kurt would be wary of holding hands with him in public, it wasn't as if they were dating and had something going on that was worth being beaten up for. As a woman began singing Fingers by Pink, Sam and Kurt looked at each other and burst out laughing. In an obvious attempt to ignore the suggestive lyrics, Kurt bumped shoulders with him announcing that he was glad they had come and how he couldn't believe he had never known the club existed.

"Just be grateful Rachel isn't here." Kurt looked adorably perplexed. "She's a regular here, that's how I found out about it. Apparently having us, her fans, here would bias the audience and she wouldn't get a true feeling of how affected they were by her amazing performance." Kurt seemed stunned for a moment before he made a choking noise and rolled his eyes.

The guy in charge of the sets waved at Sam which he took to mean that it was their turn, he stood up grabbing his guitar and Kurt's hand leading him towards the stage. "What are we singing" Kurt asked as they climbed the steps.

That was probably something Sam should have thought about before he signed them up or at least before they were on stage. He quickly ran through the songs he could play on the guitar in his head. "Did you see Tangled?" The song was kind of perfect for them at least Sam thought it summed up his feelings pretty well.

"Yes." Kurt looked stunned. "You want to sing I Can See the Light?" Sam nodded, nervous that Kurt might refuse to sing a love song with him in public. "Okay."

As soon as he was on stage with a microphone in his hand Kurt relaxed and began to sing.

All those days
Watching from the windows
All those years
Outside looking in
All that time
Never even knowing
Just how blind I've been

Now I'm here
Blinking in the starlight
Now I'm here
Suddenly I see
Standing here
It's oh, so clear
I'm where I'm meant to be

Kurt looked at him from under his eyelashes and Sam felt his heart stutter as a small smile spread across his face. He tried to focus on playing his guitar but kept stealing glances at Kurt who was really getting into the song, smiling at the room relaxed and confident.

And at last, I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last, I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once
Everything looks different
Now that I see you

Sam watched memorized as Kurt turned to face him singing the last few lines while gazing into his eyes, he was so entranced he almost missed his cue to start singing.

All those days
Chasing down a daydream
All those years
Living in a blur

All that time
Never truly seeing
Things the way they were
Now he's here
Shining in the starlight
Now he's here
Suddenly I know
If he's here
It's crystal clear
I'm where I'm meant to go

Kurt smiled as Sam changed the pronoun as if he'd been expecting him to sing about a girl. Well he wasn't Finn. They stood facing each other so Sam had no idea if the audience liked their performance or were going to lynch them when they left the stage but for that brief moment he really didn't care. Their voices blended together for the next line and they took a step closer together.

And at last, I see the light

Sam sang the next line alone, flicking his hair out of his eyes and smiling softly at Kurt who was smiling back.

And it's like the fog has lifted

They took another step towards each other as they sang together.

And at last, I see the light

Kurt took a quick glance at the audience before looking back into Sam's eyes and singing.

And it's like the sky is new

They sang the last verse together, grinning at each other only half a foot apart now.

And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once
Everything is different
Now that I see you
Now that I see you

As the song finished Sam flipped his guitar onto his back and pulled Kurt into a hug pressing their cheeks together, then followed him off the stage smiling at the applause from an audience which didn't appear to have murder in mind. They sat back down at their table and sipped on their cokes, Sam feeling high off their performance grinned at Kurt which meant he missed the approach of the biker dude. He turned to look at what had made Kurt blanche and stared up at the burly looking biker, swallowing as he wondered how the hell he was going to protect either of them from the massive dude.

A large hand slapped him on the back in what seemed to be a friendly gesture. "Great song guys! I loved that movie" he beamed down at them.

"Umm thanks?"

"Eugene" the biker supplied. Sam bit his cheek in an attempt to hide his amusement. "You two make a really lovely couple."

"N-no we're n-not" Kurt stuttered.

"Oh I see! Of course not" Eugene winked conspiratorially. "Well I hope to see you two boys, who are just friends, around here again." He slapped Sam on the back again and walked away chuckling to himself.

"What just happened" Kurt whispered.

"I don't even know" Sam replied shaking his head.

"Wake up boys."

Sam opened sleepy eyes to find his mom looming over him. "Aren't you two adorable?" she clucked before heading towards the kitchen.

He could vaguely remember leaving the club and driving to his house to watch a movie, then curling up on the couch to watch Back to the Future with Kurt who had dozed off within minutes. Apparently so had Sam.

"Huh." It sounded like Kurt had woken up. "Am I spooning you?"

Sam looked at him over his shoulder. They were lying across the couch pressed against each other, Kurt's arm thrown over his waist. "Yep sure looks that way."

Kurt giggled "Oh well I guess we're not even anymore."

"Are you suggesting we need to sleep together again to even our score?" Sam flirted unable to help himself, Kurt looked gorgeous with messy hair and heavy lidded eyes.

"Perhaps." Kurt sent him a shy look as they sat up. "I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Sam walked him to the door, opening it for him and leant up against the jam "You can count on it dude."

"Thanks for tonight" Kurt lingered in the doorway.

Sam felt a surge of panic as he realised that tomorrow was the day of his performance and therefore the day he was coming out to Kurt and the Glee club. It had come a lot quicker than he had thought and he couldn't help but wonder if Kurt would still be his friend by that time tomorrow. Maybe declaring his feelings wasn't such a good idea he thought, his mind replaying Kurt telling him that he didn't feel that way about Sam.

He leant forward and pressed his forehead against Kurt's "Just try not to hate me after I perform tomorrow. Please try."

Before a confused Kurt could ask him what he was talking about Sam stepped back into the house and closed the door leaning heavily against it.