Kurt let out a soft gasp as Sam held himself over Kurt and looked down at him, biting his lip shyly. "Sam…"
"You are such a beautiful person, Kurt. It breaks my heart to see you be with Blaine and see him treating you like you're anything less than an amazing guy. I'm not great with words, but…" Sam lowered himself, and Kurt could feel his breath now when he spoke. Sam's shaggy blond hair framed his face, and he was so close that it was brushing against Kurt's forehead. Kurt's gaze was held by Sam's eyes, which stayed steady despite the nervousness evident in his lip-biting and shaking voice. "You deserve someone who cares. And I care about you a lot."
Kurt felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his chest, Sam's face was so close to his. Kurt whispered up at the boy inches from him, "Sam, I—well…I do deserve that. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I want to make you happy." And then in a moment that seemed to last forever, Kurt felt Sam's lips press against his, softly at first. Kurt had wanted this for so long, wanted this affection from this caring boy who had deigned to befriend him and spend his summer with him, and he relaxed under Sam's touch and returned it, pressing back against Sam's lips.
At this invitation, Sam let himself down off his elbow, and Kurt felt his whole body lower down onto his own. Kurt could feel Sam's body heat and every contour of his body through what clothes he had fallen asleep in, and he let out a little gasp of sudden pleasure. Sam brought one hand up and lightly held the side of Kurt's face before moving it back and running it through Kurt's hair. Kurt pulled his face away from Sam's for a moment to push him over onto his side and then got on his side so they were face to face.
"Sam, I don't really understand. But you're right. I don't want Blaine. I want you."
Sam just smirked at him. Kurt wrapped his arm around Sam, pulled him into a tight embrace, and kissed him like he had never kissed anyone before. He felt Sam's tongue and welcomed it. He felt Sam running his hands over his body and got chills. Kurt was feeling more pleasure in this moment than he could remember ever having, and they were so tightly pressed together that Sam must have been able to feel it too, because he pulled away to reach down and fumble with Kurt's shirt.
Kurt pulled his mouth away and looked down. "Wait, here, just let me." And Kurt was taking off his shirt, and Sam was pulling off his own, and Sam was pulling off Kurt's pants. They were nearly naked already, but Kurt felt that was not nearly naked enough. He felt all the sexual tension that had existed between them for weeks reaching a head, about to explode. Sam moved himself above Kurt again and kissed him lightly on the lips. Kurt pressed back fiercely, but Sam moved to his jaw and then his neck as Kurt whimpered. Sam was kissing Kurt all over his body, moving farther and farther down, and Kurt could barely hold back a moan. Sam got to his navel and paused to slide his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's underwear. With one arm he lifted Kurt's hips up off the bed, and with the other he slid the underwear down, just slowly enough for Kurt to gasp and push at his hand to go faster. Tossing away the last bit of clothing, Sam bent back down and tried to resume kissing Kurt's hips, but Kurt bucked upward toward Sam. Kurt could not take it any longer. This boy was teasing him with his kisses. Sam took the hint and moved his kisses to the prize. Kurt moaned and opened his eyes.
…He was awake. Awake? Kurt was breathing heavily. He brought his hand to his mouth and brushed his fingers over his lips, remembering the touches he had just been feeling, touches that had seemed so very real. Suddenly noting warmth to his left, Kurt turned his head and could see Sam sleeping deeply next to him, breathing slowly and quietly, his face illuminated by the TV that had been left on the whole time they had been sleeping. He had fallen asleep on Sam's bed next to him. Kurt lay there for a minute, soaking in the mild horror at what his unconscious had just had him dream. A sex dream about Sam Evans, by whose side he had fallen asleep. He could only imagine how Blaine would feel if he told him about this; Blaine had already shared suspicions about Sam's recently flourishing friendship with Kurt, suspicions Kurt had always dismissed as paranoid and ill-founded. But here he was, having slept with Sam.
Kurt turned his back to Sam, whose face he was a little too embarrassed to see right now, and looked at the clock: 8:12 AM.
"…Shit. Sam!" Kurt turned back toward Sam and whispered urgently at him. There was no response after several tries. Sam was a deep sleeper, apparently. Reaching out across the distance between them that Kurt thought was a just little too short considering the images still filling his head, he gingerly grabbed Sam's shoulder and shook gently. Sam was warm in his hand, and Kurt hated himself for noticing the muscle he could feel so clearly.
"Ungh. Huh?" Sam mumbled and groaned incoherently as he woke up with a sound that reminded Kurt all too vividly of his dream once again. "Oh. Hey, Kurt," Sam said lazily up at Kurt from his pillow with sleep in his eyes before closing his eyes again and smiling.
"Yeah, don't 'hey, Kurt' me! It's eight in the morning!"
"Is it? Plenty of time to keep sleeping then." Sam reached out an arm and pulled Kurt, who had propped himself up on one arm, back onto the bed and gave a sleepy chuckle when he heard Kurt protest.
"Sam, stop!" Kurt pushed Sam's arm off him a little too hurriedly and forcefully and sat back up. "I didn't mean to fall asleep here!"
"Kurt, geez, chill out, dude. I told you last night I didn't mind." Kurt's reaction was waking Sam up fully, and he rubbed his eyes and rolled over onto his side to face Kurt.
"I know, but…but I didn't plan on it. And my dad's probably wondering what happened to me!"
"Did you check your phone?"
Kurt jammed his hand into his pocket and dug out his phone. "Nothing…"
"Yeah. I mean, you told him you were here. I've stayed at your place with Finn before. He's clearly not worried. Kurt, I don't know why you're, like, freaking out on me. Did you have something to do today? It's only eight."
"Well, no, not really."
"Okay, well then calm down. You're allowed to sleep over. You're acting a little crazy."
"Don't call me crazy!"
Sam just yawned and stretched animatedly. His shirt rode up, and Kurt pointedly looked away, remembering how much more he could see in his head just a couple minutes before. Sam settled himself back into a comfortable position on the bed and looked at Kurt for a few moments.
"Is this 'cause you fell asleep with me in my bed?"
Kurt would have gladly died at that moment for the blood he could feel rushing to his face. "What? No, of course not! I mean, I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to, but no, that's not what this is about, I mean, what do you mean 'this,' there's no this—," Kurt's voice faltered as Sam started laughing.
"Kurt! Oh my God, calm down," he said between laughs, "it's okay! In fact, you can sleep with me some more if you want. It's only eight." Sam winked jokingly, wrapped his hand around Kurt's arm, and tried teasing him back down onto the bed, but Kurt pulled away.
"You are side-splittingly hilarious as always. I shouldn't. I don't think I should have in the first place. It's not really appropriate."
"Not appropriate?" Sam gave Kurt a look ripe with confused disbelief. "Dude, it's not like we slept together. All we did was sleep."
"Well. Be that as it may…" Kurt's words trailed off, and he traced a pattern on the sheets with his finger while avoiding Sam's eye.
Sam clapped his hands in front of him. "Welp. Fine then, if you're gonna refuse any more sleep, how 'bout some breakfast?"
Kurt looked at Sam for a second and smiled. "Sure."
Sam got up and led the way out of his bedroom. When he opened the door, Kurt heard a woman's voice. "Sam?"
"Morning, Mom."
"You're up early!"
"Kurt decided he was done with sleep." Sam motioned for Kurt to sit down at the kitchen table.
"Oh?" Sam's mother walked out of her bedroom with her hands up to her ears, putting in earrings. Kurt could tell she was in a hurry. "Hello, I'm Sam's mom. Well, that's obvious, isn't it? You can call me Cheryl, Kurt was it? Sorry, I didn't realize you had stayed the night."
"No need to apologize. I hope I'm not an imposition." Kurt said from where he had sat at the table. He was feeling slightly awkward.
"Sam! I like this one! He's so polite," she said with a warm smile to Kurt.
"Don't worry, he can be fiery." Kurt shot Sam an irritated look, but he knew he was just kidding. "Kurt is Finn's stepbrother, by the way."
"Oh, so I practically know you already!" Cheryl said to Kurt, "I'm glad we're finally meeting." She smiled at him again before retreating back to her bedroom.
Sam gave Kurt an awkward half-smile. "Yep, there's my mom. She's…well, she's my mom."
Kurt returned the smile. "I like her."
"Thank you, Kurt! You know, Sam, I can hear you. This place is so small I'm basically five feet from you!" Cheryl yelled from her bedroom while Kurt stifled a laugh at the indignant look on Sam's face.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned around to open a cupboard. "Hope you're okay with cereal?"
"Yeah, who isn't?"
"Well, I've always wondered if you were much of a diva in the morning. I half expected you to request breakfast in bed." Sam turned around with a box of cereal and a couple bowls in his hands and a big grin on his face.
"I can have cereal for breakfast in bed, you know," Kurt replied playfully as Sam set the food down on the table in front of him, and then added, "And you've 'always wondered'?"
Sam came back over with milk and spoons. He sat down and pointed his spoon at Kurt before answering, "Well yeah, you know, all those times I imagined you just accidentally—," here Sam added air quotes with his hands, "—falling asleep next to me in my bed." Kurt widened his eyes and made to reply to Sam's teasing bait.
"Aww! You two fell asleep together? That is so cute!" Sam's mom cooed as she bustled out of her room fully made up with her purse in one hand.
"Yeah, bye, Mom," Sam said with a tone that told her all too clearly it was time to leave.
"Keys!" Sam grabbed a set of car keys lying in the middle of the table and threw them to his mother. "I'm off, boys! And Kurt," Cheryl pointed straight at him and said in what sounded to him like complete seriousness, "make sure Sammy stays out of trouble today. 'Kay, bye! Love you muchos!"
As the door snapped shut, Kurt turned to Sam, who laughed at the look of concern visible on Kurt's face. "Don't worry, she was kidding. I would say she tries to embarrass me, but she really doesn't. She's just naturally embarrassing."
"Ah. Well I do like her. She's not wanting in personality."
"Yeah, whatever you say, Kurt," Sam said distractedly as he poured himself some breakfast.
"What about your dad? He isn't here, is he?"
"Naw, he's probably at work already."
"Work? Already? At eight on a Saturday morning? Is that where your mom went?"
"Well, yeah. I don't work till tonight, though. I know it's the weekend, but we still owe some people a good amount of money. I mean, you know that."
"Yeah…I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean anything." Kurt felt terrible. He had not meant to bring the conversation here.
"I know you didn't. Don't worry about it." Sam reassured him, but Kurt still felt bad nonetheless. They were silent for a couple minutes, the only sounds between them the tings of their spoons in their bowls.
"I enjoyed Avatar, by the way," Kurt mentioned tentatively. He was relieved to see Sam look up excitedly.
"You did? That's great!"
"It wasn't my favorite, of course, but I was pleasantly surprised by it. It was a good movie for what it was trying to be, from what I saw anyway. I probably fell asleep halfway through, though."
Sam looked elated. "That's fine. I can't really blame you since I didn't even last that long. I'm just happy you approve!"
Kurt tutted at him. "I don't know what you need my approval for."
"Well, I care about what you think, I don't know. I was just saying." Sam just shrugged, but Kurt barely hid his reaction to Sam's reply when he was reminded once more of the dream he had awoken from and dream Sam's confession of care for him.
Sam drove Kurt home later that morning. As he got out of the car, Kurt paused to say 'bye. "Thanks for the ride. I had a really nice time, Sammy," he said with a knowing smile.
Sam gave him an affronted look. "Hey. You didn't hear her call me that."
"Uh huh," Kurt said as he walked away toward his house. Sam was reminded of one of his first conversations with Kurt so strongly that he wondered whether Kurt was deliberately referencing it. He watched Kurt go inside, and then got out his phone and texted Mercedes, telling her he wanted to tell her about what happened after they left the carnival, not knowing Kurt was doing the same just inside his house.
"Lord, Kurt, you were actin' a hot mess. Actually you probably were makin' a hot mess."
"Ew, Mercedes. But I know, tell me about it. I was mortified. Still am." Kurt had just gotten done sharing every detail of his night and morning with Sam he felt comfortable sharing.
"You're really not gonna tell me about the dream?"
"You know all you need to know, trust me. All I'll ever say is that it was a dream Blaine wouldn't like hearing about." Kurt sighed. He hated keeping anything from Blaine, but he could not bring himself to share what his subconscious had subjected him to. He had not been able to help it, right? What would telling Blaine accomplish? It would just make him upset. Kurt had not wanted to dream about that, anyway. Right?
"I still can't believe you slept with him." Mercedes laughed, much to Kurt's chagrin. "You're gonna hate me for sayin' this, but as a friend of both of you, that just sounds so damn cute!"
"Yeah, that's what his mom said too."
Mercedes' eyes widened. "She knows you slept together? She thought it was cute, though…cool mom? Or somethin'."
"Or something." Kurt had been wondering about that too, although he did not tell Mercedes so. Sam's mom had been absolutely delighted to hear he and Kurt had fallen asleep together. Kurt just could not decide if she was just teasing Sam, innocently thought it was cute, or had some reason to think it was actually as cute as she acted like it was; she did not even know Kurt was gay though, did she? Kurt could not think how she could. His mind kept gravitating toward the latter reason for her reaction, and he had to keep convincing himself that logically that was the least likely explanation.
"Between you and Sam, sometimes I feel like a hag with dual citizenship," Mercedes said half to herself with a shake of her head.
"Um, what? How does being friends with me and Sam make you feel that way?" Kurt said shrewdly, narrowing his eyes at her.
"What? Oh!" Mercedes thought fast. "I didn't mean it that way. I guess I just mean, you know, bein' friends with two guys who share stuff with me," she lied through her teeth.
Kurt looked at her for a few seconds before deciding to buy it. "Alright, but I should tell you, it doesn't do to start thinking of straight guys as gay. Believe me, I should know."
"Yeah, yeah, you're totally right. I didn't really mean it that way anyway. I don't know, forget what I said, I wasn't thinking," she added with a hollow laugh and decided it was high time she got a move on. Mercedes checked her phone and sighed. "Anyway, sorry, Kurt, but I gotta go. I told my mom I wouldn't be out long. I'm so glad you told me to get my ass over here, though! This is some straight up juice right here."
"Yeah, if you wanna call it that. Thanks for listening to my horrific story." Kurt got up and walked with Mercedes to the door.
"Kurt, I don't know what you're talking about, it sounds like you loved your night. Until you woke up anyway." Kurt rolled his eyes, and Mercedes trotted off out the door to her car, cackling at his expense.
"Sam, do you know how stressful it is to have to run back and forth between you and Kurt while pretending like you're both not talking to me about the same thing?" Mercedes asked a little breathlessly as she walked into Sam's apartment.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, Mercedes! You didn't have to come over, though."
"Yeah, but I wanted to hear your side of the story. I already saw Kurt."
"Oh. Um, what did he tell you?"
"What, don't you know? What do you think he'd tell me?" Mercedes said playfully.
"Don't tease me. That's why I asked; I wanna know what he thought was worth telling you." Sam could not stop his tone from betraying his intense curiosity.
"Well, I know you slept together," Mercedes said with a wink and then a laugh when she saw Sam's sheepish look of accomplishment.
"Yeah…I'm not gonna pretend that I secretly wasn't pretty pleased about that. But I didn't plan it, honest. I just fell asleep. And then he did," he replied with a shrug.
Mercedes gave Sam a calculating once-over before saying hesitantly, "You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but—,"
"Tell me what? Oh my God."
"—but apparently Kurt…had a dream he finds a little embarrassing."
"Does that mean what it sounds like? And do you mean while he was sleeping in my bed?"
"Yeah. Actually he woke up directly from it. He had a dream about you two that he isn't even comfortable telling me about in any detail."
"Oh my God! That explains why he was acting weird! Gah, I'm so dumb, it should have been obvious!" Sam said to himself.
"He was acting weird? He didn't tell me that. Like when he woke up, I'm guessing?"
"Well yeah. He nudged me awake and was propped up next to me—which about stopped my heart by the way, it was something I'd imagined a million times before—and started to freak out about having fallen asleep and everything. And then refused to fall back asleep even though it was only eight. I even tried pulling him back onto the bed. That should have worked, I thought," Sam quipped.
Mercedes just rolled her eyes. "You would. But yeah, that reaction makes sense considering what was probably still going through his head. You have to understand he feels a loyalty to Blaine. I mean, duh, but I have to point it out anyway."
"Yeah, I know. One of the many qualities that make us love him…" Sam said wistfully.
Mercedes had to look away to hide her enormous smile at what Sam no doubt had no idea he had just said. Regaining her composure, she turned back to Sam. "It should be obvious after yesterday, but him and Blaine aren't such a perfect couple anymore. Well, I don't think they ever were, but you know what I mean. I know that we kinda decided you'd just have to settle, for now at least, to just be a friend to him, and I definitely don't wanna be givin' you false hope or nothin', but if you just stick it out and be there for him, I honestly think pretty soon he's gonna call it quits with Blaine. And then who knows?"
Sam just gave her a sad smile. "Thanks, Mercedes. It's nice to think that might happen. I can't let myself hope for that, though. It's been nearly a year of this crap, and I love being his friend, but letting myself dwell on it just makes me sad. Like you said, who knows? I'll just take what moments I can, though. This morning was so nice. And I think for now I just have to be okay with nice."
Mercedes reached over and gave Sam's hand a squeeze. She remembered her comment to Kurt about having to juggle friendships with both Kurt and Sam when it was so much more complicated than just a friendship. She hoped for both of their sakes that Kurt might finally realize how much Sam cared about him and how much he ultimately cared about Sam.