This, I think, is not the best chapter in the world. But alas, here it is J im open to any suggestions and requests, and song requests, because there will be a fair bit of songs in the next few, I think. Also I am a song-writer too, so I am thinking of including some original material too… But im not sure J
Chapter 9 - Just Friends
Kurt's POV.
Sam and I went to answer the door to the two girls. When I answered the door I was stunned at what I saw. Rachel was in the process of shoving a large bottle of ready made Cosmopolitan into her small over night bag. She looked up at me and smiled innocently and invited herself over the threshold into my hallway.
"Rachel, well this is a new side," Sam said to the Jewish girl.
"Well when times get though, everyone deserves a little drink," she beamed.
"Indeed, but Sam too care of that, but the more the merrier we will be," I interjected.
"Damn right, white boy," said Mercedes putting an arm on my shoulder and giving me a look as if she was asking how I was.
"Mercedes, don't look at me like that, I'll be fine, Finn and Puck are in good hands," I said. "Oh and Santana is coming over"
I felt the need to add that bit as quickly as possible, just in the hope that Mercedes and Rachel wouldn't hear it. But the looks of shock and indignation on their faces showed that they had indeed heard me.
"KURT HUMMEL!" screeched Rachel. "WHY ON EARTH?"
I invited them into the sitting room and gestured for them to find a seat. Sam sat rather close to me, which made Mercedes give me a questioning look. I made sure I moved to the opposite end of the sofa, then explained our encounter with Santana in the supermarket.
"Oh, I see, but you said she was being nice?" Rachel questioned, sounding half convinced and half sceptical.
"Yeah, she was, and come on, she isn't going to cause trouble in someone else's house," Sam said, sounding not entirely convinced.
Just as I went to give my input, I heard the front door open and Carole shout my name. I stood up, smoothed my Gucci shirt and made to greet her in the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen, I saw that my dad wasn't with her.
"Hey Carole, what's up? Where's dad?" I asked.
"Still at the hospital, he will be home later. Can you help me with the groceries?" She asked, sounding a little exasperated.
"Carole, the girls are staying over, and Sam, just to get out minds off today," I told her this rather than asked her.
"That's fine sweetie," she said. "How are you holding up?"
"I've been getting better, Sam helped me a lot, he has been great," I replied.
"You are liking Sam then?" Carole asked me.
"Oh, I don't know, he's friends with Finn, and he's going out with Quinn,"
"He's with Quinn? I thought he was, you know?" I knew exactly what she meant.
"I don't know, but we shall see, but please don't tell dad! He is way to protective when it comes to these things!" I said sternly.
"Mom's the word kiddo," she giggled, seemingly for the first time all day.
"Carole, go up stairs and have a sleep, today has taken everything out of you. I can do this," I told her, feeling sorry for her.
"Thanks so much honey," she said and kissed my forehead before exiting the kitchen and went upstairs to sleep.
"SAM. I NEED YOUR HELP!" I called pleasantly.
He arrived in the kitchen quicker than I had expected and looked at me clearly wondering what I needed his help for.
"What's up?" he asked confusedly.
"Help me with the groceries," I said winking.
"You called me out so I could be your slave?" he said playfully.
"Well, now you can get a taste of how high maintenance I am," I turned to him and he kissed my passionately. "Wow, now I am contemplating being your slave, Mister."
"Mmmm I like the sound of that," he said gently biting my ear.
"Not now though, we can't do this around them," I said worry instantly seeping its way through my mind.
"Fine," the blonde boy moaned. "But tonight when they go to bed, you're mine."
"Whatever you want," I said biting his bottom lip promiscuously.
Sam's POV.
Wow, I was falling hard for this guy. He is just so damn amazing, in every way possible. The two of us had put away the groceries that Finns mom had brought home, and we were now making dinner for the two girls. Kurt kept going on about how he refuses to eat anything this late, but today was an exception. When we had cooked egg fried rice we called the two girl into the kitchen.
"Wow, what smells so damn good?" exclaimed Mercedes.
"Oh egg fried rice! It looks delicious," beamed Rachel.
"Made with our own sweat and blood," I smiled.
"Sam do you really insist on putting them off the food?" giggled Kurt.
"I suppose," I said letting out a little chuckle and dug into my portion of the exceptionally smelling food.
"Oh wow guys, this is fantastic! I never knew you could cook Sam," Rachel said, sounding very shocked.
"He can't! he supervised!" said Kurt giving me a fond glance. It took all of my self control not to take him downstairs to his basement bedroom and do unmentionable things to him. Instead I just giggled and admitted that it was the truth.
Just when we had finished our dinner, we heard the front door open and the familiar voice of Burt Hummel shouting, "Kurt! You home?"
"In the kitchen dad," the beautiful boy called back.
When Burt rounded the corner into the kitchen, he seemed taken aback at our presence. But he readjusted his shocked face to a face of relief when he caught the aroma of food.
"Hi Mr. Hummel," Rachel and Mercedes said in unison.
"Hi," I said sheepishly. The man put the fear of god in me, he was so protective of his two sons.
"Hi guys, what's for dinner?" he asked eagerly.
"Egg fried rice, Dad" Kurt replied fetching his dad a plate, and piling it with a healthy portion of rice.
"Thanks son," he said tiredly and began tucking into his large dinner.
"How is all at the hospital?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"Not too bad, the doctor said that Puckerman was looking better, but Finn was still in pretty bad shape, but nothing should stop him from making a full recovery," said the bald man beside me.
Once he had told us that things were a little better an invisible weight disappeared from the room, that I hadn't noticed had been present. I even noticed that Mercedes but particularly Kurt and Rachel seemed relieved.
For a while there was no sound but that of Burt eating his dinner. This long silence was broken by the ringing of the doorbell.
"That must be Santana," announced Kurt, rising from his perch and going to fetch the door.
"I take it you guys are staying the night?" Burt asked.
"We are indeed, is that ok Mr Hummel?" I asked.
"It is, but, you, my friend, are either gay and after my son or straight and after one of these girls, so you me sleep in Finn's room," he said with a little smile.
I didn't know what to say. He was right about one thing, but I wasn't going to admit it. I valued my life too much. Instead I just said, "I'm just a friend of Kurt's and Finn's, I have a girlfriend,"
The man could obviously hear my nerves, and so apparently could Mercedes and Rachel as they had broad grins on their face, as if they found my fear amusing. I just shot the dirty looks and excused myself and went to the bathroom.
In the hallway I saw Kurt. He was accompanied by Santana and Brittany. Santana was sobbing into Brittany's shoulder, while Kurt rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. I knew instantly what had happened. Puck had been going out with Santana, and Kurt had told her what had happened. I was genuinely surprised that she hadn't gone into overdrive and demanded Karofsky's balls on a silver platter.
I went to turn away, but Kurt had caught me watching the scene. He left Santana with Brittany patting her shoulder dumbly and approached me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom. I was quite taken aback, as I really didn't think this was the time for these shenanigans. When I went to tell Kurt this he just told me to be quiet and listen.
"I told her about Puck and Finn," he said quietly, looking as if he might at any moment burst into new tears, but instead he just put his head on my shoulder.
We stayed there for about a minute when there was a loud knock on the door.
"Jesus Sam, hurry up in there," Mercedes diva voice boomed through the door.
"Two seconds," I shouted back in a panic. I went to flush the toilet but Kurt stopped me.
"Don't," he said. "I'll drag her in here to make it look like was wanted to have a conversation with her as well,"
In my eyes the boy was a genius. If that was me I would have panicked and blurted the truth out. But Kurt had a head on his shoulders, so he stayed calm and collected. So, I walked out and I saw Mercedes outside the door. Santana and Brittany were nowhere to be seen.
"There you are white boy, its about time! You better not have stunk the place up in there!" she blasted out at me.
"Kurt is in there, he wants to talk to you," that was all I said and walked away, leaving Mercedes standing there confused.
I was shaking, I had narrowly escaped getting caught with Kurt for the first time. If every time was going to be like this, I had to brace myself now. It was torture, but I suppose it had to be done. Giving my head a hard shake I made my way back to the Hummel's kitchen.