It was one of those times when Kurt was reminded of how much he loved Dalton and the Warblers. They were all gathered in the senior commons, having fun, making jokes, chatting and hanging out. By having fun, he meant Jeff, Nick, David and Robert butchering the song My Heart Will Go On by singing a rocked version of it, Jeff with his bass and David randomly hitting things with chopsticks, which he was using as drum sticks.
By making jokes, he meant Terry and Frank making fun of Blaine's height and mocking Blaine by throwing around papers and jumping on top of furniture. By chatting, he meant Thad talking in German, Flint talking in that Elfish language used in the Lord of the Rings, Randy talking in Spanish and Chris talking in French. And by talking, he meant yelling at each other in random nonsense. And by hanging out, he meant the few calm ones, him included, who were watching the other boys and laughing at them.
After a while, things started to calm down and the boys ordered a pizza. They all sat in various seats and sofas around the room and were just talking and fooling around while they were waiting for it.
"I'm just saying," Nathan said, raising his hands above his head, stretching. "the GAP-attack was so much fun and if we just ignore the fact that we got someone fired, I'm thinking we should do this again."
"No, Nathan, we won't. It was irresponsible and I should never have let it happen." Wes said sternly.
"Tight-ass." Robert muttered. Wes turned around to glare at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Nice abs." Robert said with a charming smile. "Have you been working out? 'Cause damn, you're looking good."
Wes didn't buy it and was still glaring at Robert.
"Look, I know Wes can sometimes be a tight-ass but – stop it," David said, now focused on Jeff, who was shaking from trying to keep himself from giggling and was failing. Wes turned around and gave him a death glare, but Jeff didn't seem to notice. "But he's just trying to make the right decision."
"I'm sorry, but my mind just went straight to the gutter." Jeff said, making a few other guys either cringe or laugh. Wes just started more intently at Jeff, but he began to blush.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd get your mind out of the gutter and behave normally." Wes said, his voice hard and cold.
"See? Tight-ass." Robert said, making Terry burst out laughing.
"Besides, asking Jeff to act normal is like asking a wall to be a tree. You can try but it's not gonna happen." Flint added.
"Nice metaphor." Kurt said in a sarcastic tone, but it went unnoticed by Flint, who just smiled at Kurt.
"Hey! I can be normal!" Jeff cried. Now it was Nick's turn to burst out laughing. He soon regained his poker-face, but Jeff turned around to glare at him.
"I'm sorry, sweety, of course you can." Nick said in a sweet voice. Jeff got a satisfied smirk on his face and turned away from Nick, who turned to the other boys, pulled a ridiculous face and mouthed Yeah, right.
Terry's phone began ringing in his pocket. He picked it up and answered.
"Hey?" He said, then a big smile spread on his face. "Awesome, I'll be there in a few seconds." He hung up and got up. While he was walking towards the door, he shouted "Pizza guy's here!" and left the room.
"I suppose he'll need some help with all of those pizzas." Nathan commented, but didn't look like he was about to help him.
Kurt scanned the room. Everyone was looking at each other, waiting for someone to get up. He sighed and stood up, "I'll go help him," he said and walked after Terry.
Terry walked through the halls of Dalton and it was not long until he reached the entrance. He opened the door and greeted the pizza delivery guy.
"Can you handle it all?" the pizza delivery guy asked.
"Yeah, sure," Terry said and accepted the pizzas. The delivery guy stroked his blonde hair out of his eyes as he watched Terry put down the boxes. He turned to the delivery guy and took a good look at him.
"Have we met before?" Terry asked. The delivery guy just shrugged, but Terry's eyes went wide and he breathed out "Ohh…" looking like he had had an epiphany. He turned around and shouted "Sugar-pie?"
The delivery guy furrowed his eyebrows. The guy who had accepted the pizzas didn't look like the type of guy who'd have a boyfriend. Maybe Dalton was a gay school after all. The delivery guy gasped and cursed under his breath when someone else appeared in the doorway.
"Sam?" Kurt asked. Terry came back to the hall, but instead of waiting with them, he grabbed some money from his wallet and paid Sam, giving him a nice tip, and took half of the boxes.
"I'll come get the rest later." Terry said, but Kurt stopped him.
"I'll take it, I won't be long." He said with a smile and Terry left. He then turned to Sam again, who was looking confused at Kurt. "What?"
"I just- I just thought you were dating Blaine. That's not Blaine, is it?" Sam asked. Kurt chuckled a little, smiling at Sam.
"No, that's not Blaine. That's just Terry, he always calls me those things." Kurt said. Sam nodded, looking like he wanted to leave. "Why do you have a job?" Kurt asked.
"Just… just thought I needed one." Sam said. "Anyways, I should, um, I should probably get back." He said, pointing at the delivery car.
"Sam?" Kurt asked when Sam was about to turn away and walk off. He haltered his moves and looked at Kurt. "Is everything alright?" He asked carefully.
"Yeah, it's fine." Sam muttered, not even attempting to try and convince Kurt of it. Kurt stepped towards him and looked at him, concerned. "We lost our house." He blurted out. It felt nice getting it off his chest, but then another worry shot up. He didn't want people to know about it.
"I'm so sorry." Kurt said, placing an arm on Sam's. "Is there anything I can do?"
Sam bit his lip and shook his head. "Not really. Thanks, though."
"Where do you live?" Kurt asked, removing his hand, letting it fall down his side.
"At a motel with my siblings. I had to sell most of my stuff." Sam said quietly, looking at the ground. He looked up at Kurt with pleading eyes, "Listen, please don't mention this to anyone at McKinley, alright? I don't want this to get out."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut." Kurt said, smiling slightly. "How are things between you and Santana?" Kurt asked, trying to change the subject in order to cheer Sam up a little bit. It had failed, since he just looked sadder.
"She's dating Karofsky now." Sam said.
Kurt looked shocked. "What?" He breathed out.
"Yeah, I've no idea why. They don't really fit together, but neither did me and her. I heard Brittany say something about it all being her fault, thought, but I don't really know what that's about."
"Oh…" Kurt said, looking slightly confused. Sam was right, they didn't really fit together, and what was all this about Brittany? She said random and confusing things all the time, but not really like this. "Sam? Could I come by the motel after the weekend?"
"I guess, why?" Sam asked, slightly confused.
"You mentioned you had to sell most of your stuff. The least I can do is give you some of my old clothes. I mean," Kurt said, taking a good look at Sam, who looked down at his clothes. "You could use my help, fashion vice."
"Thanks, I guess." Sam said with a little laugh. "Anyways, I should really get going now. Thank that guy for the tip for me, by the way."
"Will do." Kurt said. He watched after Sam as he went into the delivery car and left. He sighed and picked up the rest of the pizzas and walked back. When he got to the senior commons, he was greeted by cheers and shouts.
"Final-fucking-ly!" Flint said. "I'm starving. Now where's my pepperoni and extra cheese?"
Kurt put the rest of the pizzas on the table and several guys immediately dug in. Kurt sat next down to Blaine, who was munching on a pizza.
Blaine turned to him. "What took you so long?"
"I met Sam. He's at the McKinley glee club." Kurt said. "Terry, he told me to thank you for the tip."
"Yeah, you'll just hug me later," Terry said and waved Kurt off.
"I don't think a hug was what he had in mind." Kurt added. Terry turned to look him in the eyes with a fake hurt and offended look.
"You don't want to hug me?" He said dramatically. "I am offended, sir. You mock me!"
"Alright, alright, keep on overusing that joke, it's fine." Thad said sarcastically. Next to him, Flint laughed.
"Overusing it? You mock us, sir!" Flint said. Thad looked at him with tired and offended eyes.
"Why am I dating you again?" Thad asked.
"Because I'm sexy as fuck." Flint replied and winked Thad. A few guys laughed, the rest looked amused.
"Mmm…" Thad murmured, sounding unconvinced and like he disliked what he had heard. "Yeah, no, that's not it."
"Is it his diva voice?" Trent asked. Thad repeated the sound, making Flint look even more offended than he had the first time he'd done that. Thad then broke out into a grin.
"I'm joking, Flint." Thad said. Flint didn't look offended anymore, but more pissed off.
"Aww, want me to kwiss ze wittle babies boo-boo?" Thad said. Flint still looked annoyed.
"What do you want me to say?" Thad cried and threw his hands up in the air. Jeff stood up and walked over to where Thad and Flint were, kneeled next to Thad and whispered something in his ear. Then he stood up and sat down in his spot again.
Thad looked at Flint unamused. "And you're sexy as fuck." Thad said and sighed. Flint grinned in victory, making Thad roll his eyes.
So, I haven't gotten any ideas for a Klaine arc, but I probably will soon c: Chapter 30 WILL be the beginning of the arc, so I won't update until I get an idea. Meanwhile, if anyone's interested, I'm doing another story, called Not Like Others. It's got more Klaine and less Warblers and some other things, but the Warblers are still there. I'm pretty sure there'll also be some Niff in it, but Klaine will be the focus of the story. So, yeah.
By the way, I am in no way saying the "You mock us, sir!" line/joke is getting old. Because it's totally not in my opinion. I use it all the time. To me, it's one of those golden lines.