Chapter 7 - Lose Yourself.
Sam's POV.
Truth be told, I was glad that I was distracting Kurt from the days events, and when he isn't sad, it makes me happy. We were just pulling into Kurt's driveway when I heard him mutter something under his breath that sounded like, "Dior, help me please".
"What did you just say?" I asked taken aback. Surely this wasn't going to be about the talk I wanted to have with him? Was it?
"Nothing, Sam," he said quickly.
"Come out of it Kurt, I'm not deaf!" I said, getting very irritated, very quickly.
"Ok, I'm just nervous. After everything that has happened today, and then what you told me. And to be honest, I have never had a talk with a guy like this," he said biting his lip sheepishly.
"Kurt, neither have I! Don't worry dude, we are in the same boat. We just have to try our best to make each other feel as comfortable as possible," I replied, my irritation subsiding almost instantly. I almost felt bad at getting so worked up and insulted to easily.
"And for the millionth time, Sam Evans, I'm saying thank you," he said, risking a faint smile.
I blushed at this and smiled widely. I only wanted to be there for him, now, and for as long as possible, but especially today, in his hour of need.
"Help me get all this shit in then?" Kurt said winking. Omg he swears.
"Sure, sure," I replied, arching my lips making it look like I was growling. This was a whole new side of Kurt. I have never seen him like this. Its hot.
I walked to the trunk and picked two of the four grocery bags filled with junk food up and carried it to the door as Kurt opened it. I smiled as the door swung open, and walked over the threshold, making for the kitchen. I turned the corner and saw the kitchen in sight, but tripped over a lone shoe just as I went to walk into the surgically clean kitchen. I managed to catch myself before I fell, but the grocery bags tore and their contents fell to the ground.
"Shit," I exclaimed, as I bent down to gather the assortment of candy, chips and dip, and fizzy beverages.
"Sam, what happened?" said Kurt as he rounded the corner to the kitchen.
This startled me. I jumped into the air, and landed on my feet, but not without knocking Kurt and his two grocery bags to the ground.
"Oh my Versace!" gasped Kurt. He had fallen on his behind, but sat with his legs spread wide, and had the two empty bags beside him.
"I'm so sorry Kurt! You made me jump!" I said lending him a hand.
"So you decided to attack me as punishment," he replied with a witty twinkle in his eye,
He went to grab my hand, but instead of pulling himself up, he yanked my arm with a surprising strength and pulled me to the ground with him. I landed next to him and the two of us laid there giggling.
"Come on, we better get this all off the floor," I said recovering from the fit of giggles that overcame me.
"Indeed, Lemonhead," Kurt directed at me.
"Less of that, you, TwinkerBell!" I said breaking out in a new wave of chuckles.
We were nearly done picking up the mess I had caused when there was one jar of dip left on the floor, though unlike the others this had smashed. Kurt went to grab the broken jar. I went to stop him, but I was too slow.
"Ouch, you little bitch," yelped the small pretty boy.
"Here let me look," I shuffled on my hands and knees over to the petite male-soprano.
I went to take his bleeding hand in mine. He pulled it back, but I refused to let him. He sported a small albeit deep cut on his middle finger. I took his finger and kissed it gently, wiping away his blood with my lips.
"Sam, please, not now," Kurt muttered quietly.
I looked up at him and saw him with a scared appearance on his face. The intimacy worried him.
Kurt's POV
Oh MY DIOR. What was happening, I have to get him off me now. I couldn't let myself fall for the boy even more.
"Kurt, we have to talk. Now," the blonde boy said sternly.
"Okay, okay," I resigned. I knew it had to be done, sooner or later.
"Can we go somewhere more comfortable?"
"Follow me," I ordered.
I left the kitchen and once again I was back in the hallway, but instead of going towards the door, I opened a door directly opposite the kitchen, and went down the stairs to my basement bedroom.
"Wow, its changed since I was in here last," Stated Sam. Hw was obviously trying to break the tension, and thank god he was, because I didn't have it in me to even try.
"Yeah," I agreed. "I redecorated when Finn moved upstairs."
"Cool," He said not very enthusiastically.
"Sit down there," I said pointing to a sofa-bed. "I'm going to clean this up and find a band aid. I'll be two minutes,"
So I turned away from Sam and made for my en-suite bathroom. I turned on the lights and opened the door to the fresh smell of lemon and cinnamon scented air fresheners. I went straight to the tap and ran my finger under cold water, until it went numb, then found a band aid in my medicine cabinet and placed it on my small but painful wound. I look down to my sink and saw stains of blood. I had to clean it, I couldn't leave it there, its disgusting. So I cleaned it with Jif that I kept beside my toilet. Once I had cleaned off my blood I took a deep swallow and exited my bathroom, bracing myself for what was to come.