Howdy, Gleeks!
This chapter is shorter than usual! Sorry about that! I'm excited for the next chapter though!
This deals more with Sam's sexuality then Hevans as a whole, but fair warning. There will be some… sexy talk, if you know what I mean! Hehe!
Enjoy!
Glee club was canceled today because a certain teacher was too sick to direct the club.
Rachel tried to take over for the day but that didn't turn out well at all. She almost got her ass kicked.
But Kurt decided to go to the new substitute teacher, Holly Holiday. He gets good vibes from her and she seems like someone with a musical passion. At least for a day anyway. Mainly because of her teaching methods including discussing Lindsay Lohan's rehabilitation in Spanish, singing "conjunction Junction," to her English class and roleplaying as a bipolar Mary Todd Lincoln for History class.
When Holly first arrives at glee club rehearsal, she impresses the club with her rendition of Cee Lo Green's "Forget you." Rachel was definitely annoyed and was worried that Holly may be unable to sufficiently prepare them for the upcoming Sectionals competition.
"Hey Mercedes!" Kurt called as he went over to her locker outside the Glee room. "You want to go to breadsix's later today?" He asked with a bright smile. Something that Mercedes hasn't seen from Kurt in a while.
"Sounds like fun, but what got you smiling like that?" Mercedes smirked as she grabbed her science textbook.
Kurt rolled his eyes and blushed. "Is it a crime?" He snarked, jokingly.
"Not at all." The girl smiled. "Is it because of that boy you've been texting recently? The boy you met at Dalton?"
Kurt tried to bite back his smile. It's true. He's been texting Blaine all weekend but he didn't know it was super obvious. He even was texting Blaine when he was in Glee and even during a performance. That he admits was rude but he never felt so much validation from a boy before.
"Is it that obvious?" He questioned as his blush got deeper. Mercedes just laughed to herself. "I haven't seen you let go of your phone for a second. You might go blind from it." She shook her head with a smirk.
"Sorry." Kurt said, sheepishly. "This is the first time I had someone who actually gets me. Someone who I can talk to without fear of being too gay."
Kurt said it like it was a joke but there was definitely some truth behind it.
"I get it." She smiled, gently. "Just don't forget about your Mckinley friends." The girl looked him up and down and closed her locker before walking off down the hall.
Kurt looked around quickly before taking out his phone over again. He shielded it with his hands to avoid any eavesdroppers and he went to his gallery to see a picture he took of the well dressed, polite, Dalton boy. It was an off guard picture so he wasn't paying attention but that's what Kurt likes about it. Off guard pictures show one's true self.
He smiled at it gently but his smile was soon wiped off when the phone was slapped out of his hand, and his head was shoved into the open locker.
It all happened so fast so he just stayed still for a second. He looked to the side and was surprised to see that Karofsky wasn't the one who did the shoving. It was Azimo. Karofsky was still there for "moral support..." he guesses.
Kurt was waiting for a lame insult or come back but it never came. The two just laughed and walked off.
So they just knocked the phone out of his hands just for the attention of it.
As Kurt kneeled down to pick up his phone, he saw Karofsky look back at him and gave him a very devious look. It made Kurt's blood run cold. The other football player wouldn't give him the time of day but Karofsky goes out of his way to torture him. It all started after the locker room kiss...
"I'm excited to visit your house for the first time." Quinn said as she was led to her boyfriend's house after school. He insisted this time since she took him to her house the previous time.
He was nervous about her seeing his house. His family definitely wasn't as wealthy as hers. Her house was three times the size and so neat and calm. His house on the other hand was loud and messy at times. Mainly because of his loud younger siblings. They will throw their toys on the ground and it'll be there for days.
"It won't match up to your house." He jokingly said. He unlocked the door and surprisingly didn't hear the loudness of his siblings, but instead heard the loudness of his parents. As they walked in, they were standing next to the dining room table. Papers were cluttered on the hard wood surface as shouts were thrown at one another.
Sam was concerned yet embarrassed. His parents rarely fight. Why did they have to fight the one time he brought a girl over?
"Mom? Dad?" He questioned as he peered around the corner. They stopped in their tracks. Looking equally as irritated but their expressions softened seeing a girl with their teenage son.
"Sam?" The mom asked. "Whose this?"
Sam turned slightly at the girl who was still in her cheerleading uniform, with her high pony. It was obvious the type of girl she was at school.
"This is my girlfriend, Quinn." He stated. He grabbed her hand and he felt her tense up slightly at that label, but remained silent.
The two parents seemed to drop their argument and put on a smile.
"Hi, I'm Sam's mother, Mary!" She stated, simply. Holding out her hand for the girl. Which Quinn took, gratefully.
"I'm Sam's father, Dwight." He stated the same as his wife.
There was some awkward tension and Quinn remained silent since she was already introduced by Sam.
"We're going to head up stairs, okay?" He asked them as they nodded with approval.
They made their way to the stairs after hearing his mom yell "Keep the door open!"
Sam rolled his eyes with a smirk and didn't release Quinn's hand as they walked into his room.
It was just like Quinn had thought. The typical teen boy room. Poster of bands on the wall, along with super heroes. He had a desk and shelves with lots of action figures on it and sketches that looked hand drawn. Is he an artist?
There were also video games tucked away in a small chest and a little poster for "True Jackson V.P." Whatever that was about...
Once they walked in, Sam closed the door. It made Quinn jump slightly.
"Didn't your parents say the doors need to stay open?" She asked, with a bored look.
"Sometimes, being a rebel is fun." He smirked, with a low voice.
"Oh.." Quinn purred. "So rebellious." Her sarcasm was noted.
Before Quinn could get a grasp of what was going on, Sam loomed over her and his lips met hers.
Usually, he's one of the more shyer boys she's been with. Puck and Finn can't control themselves. Being horny teenagers. But Sam was different. He had control.
But today, it didn't look like it. But Quinn didn't mind. She's starting to like this boy.
But she couldn't get the moan that left his mouth that other time out of her head...
Maybe she was just hearing things. That's what she convinced herself.
Sam felt his hands shake with suppressed excitement. He hadn't felt this way about a girl in a while. He enjoyed caressing every curve of her body.
They were now laying on the bed. Quinn straddled his hips. It was like that other night all over again.
Sam's eyes were closed and a smile crept on his lips. The hands were stroking his cheeks, and he opened his eyes.
All he saw was a familiar brunette boy with a flawless complexion, looking down at him.
His eyes shot open and he gasped.
It made Quinn stop what she was doing and sit up. An annoyed reaction on her face.
"What?" She asked, as the boy kept panting. "Is there something you don't like? Is there something I'm not doing? I never had this problem before!"
Sam just looked down at his pants, which were now stained. He tried to cover it up so she doesn't think that's how he reacts to getting an orgasm.
"No, it's just..." He didn't know how to explain what he's feeling. Even he doesn't know. "You're beautiful..." He just stated.
Quinn nodded. Of course she already knew that, but was waiting for a better answer.
"It's been a long week."
That's the best answer he could give. He knew it wouldn't suffice.
Quinn bit her lip in concentration. "After a long day..." she whispered in his ear. "I like to relax with a little of this." She kissed his neck a little but the moment was ruined.
"Quinn..." He slightly pushed her off. "Not now."
Suddenly, the girl got up with a grunt and grabbed her bag, heading for the door.
"Wait!" He grabbed her arms. "Where are you going?"
"Home!" She exclaimed. Her curly ponytail swinging in the breeze. "If you can't give me what I want then maybe I'll find someone who can!"
Sam was taken back by this. This wasn't what he expected her to say.
"What exactly do you want?" He asked her. He treated her well, he opened doors for her, he invited her over to his house, he cared for her. What else?
"Someone who isn't gay!"
Sam was even more taken back by this. His voice caught in his throat.
"What are you talking about?" He exclaimed, hand tightening around her wrist.
She scoffed and looked away. "I heard you mutter Kurt's name the other night instead of mind! You shouldn't be thinking about him when you're with me! That's not normal!"
Normal?...
Sam didn't know what to say. He wasn't gay. He liked girls! Quinn Fabray is the most beautiful girl at Mckinley. He's the luckiest guy at the school...
Right?
"Goodbye, Sam." She stormed out of his room. Ripping her arm away from his grasp. He wanted to chase after her, he really did. But what was he going to say when he caught up to her?
Sam slowly sat down on his bed. Confused about what happened. He looked at the mirror facing his bed and glared at his reflection. He bit his lips and slammed the door that was left opened by Quinn.
He punched it once for emphasis.
Quinn didn't know what she was talking about. Gay? Him?
He wanted to prove to himself that he wasn't.
He took out his laptop as aggressively as possible and went to a locked website. No one can access it except for him. He pulled down his pants and let them drop to the ground, dramatically.
This is a typical teenage boy activity.
He laid down on his back as he clicked on a sexy female video and started going.
It was going and going and going and nothing came out. No reaction was happening.
Sam was on the verge of tears. He felt his feet vibrate but nothing happened.
Until it did.
He could finally feel relief. This answered all his questions. Those hot girls on the internet were enough to turn him on.
But when he closed his eyes, all he saw...
Was Kurt...
In frustration, Sam sat up from his position and slammed his laptop down. He doesn't understand why Quinn's words were hitting him so hard. He's been called many things before. A dork for liking comic books, a douchebag for playing football, an idiot for being dyslexic, he's even been called gay before for dying his hair… but now it's starting to mean something.
"No, I haven't told anyone." Kurt mentioned as he was talking to his bully. The one who kissed him in the locker room.
"Good!" Karofsky glared. "Cause if you do, I'm going to kill you..."
Kurt was left speechless as the bully stalked away.
He should know it was just a nasty threat but he couldn't be so sure. He never in a million years thought that Karofsky would kiss him and that happened.
Anything is now possible.
Sam was coming out of his math class when this happened but he saw Finn walk near Kurt's direction, so Sam hoped he was going to be the one to help. Or at the very least, show some concern...
But he didn't do anything at all. Just walked on by, and Sam knows damn well he saw the incident but didn't care enough to do something. The coward.
Sam knows he isn't any better…
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