Hey guys! So this chapter is so incredibly short, so I'm sorry for that! This is mainly just a part two from the last episode! Next week will be better! haha!
So Kurt was sitting at his desk in his dorm room. The desk that he tried to turn into a vanity but also somewhere to do his schoolwork, but right now, he was busy trying his best to cover up that terrible bruise that was left under his eye.
It has been three days since the incident and Kurt hasn't spoken to Sam. He honestly doesn't really want to speak with Blaine, but the boy won't give up. He's been talking like nothing was wrong in the slightest. He's also been oblivious to the fact that Kurt has been distant for the past three days.
Sure, Sam was the one who punched him but it was a mistake. He was trying to punish Blaine, not him.
Kurt sighed as he finished applying concealer to the bruise that was slowly starting to fade. The boy jerked slightly when he noticed his boyfriend slowly entering the room. His footsteps heavy and eyes squinted. As it has been for the past three days.
"It's been three days and I still feel wasted." Blaine grunted as he loosen his tie, and plopped backwards. His arm swung over his eyes. He peaked slightly, noticing Kurt didn't react at all. He just continued to face the mirror.
What's wrong?" He asked, as he slowly sat back up, winces at the bright light Kurt had on his desk.The boy didn't say anything. He just patted some more concealer on his bruise but it still looked intense.
"Does it still look bad?" Kurt asked as he finally turned around in his spinny chair and gestured to his injury.
Blaine's eye turned dark as he slowly scooted forward and gently touched under his eye, making Kurt flinch once more.
"Well, It's not throbbing anymore, so that's a good sign." Blaine gave a small smile, as Kurt grinned back, politely, but continued to contour his face some more.
"I still can't believe Sam did that. I knew he couldn't be trusted." Blaine grunted, making Kurt stop what he was doing, but he made no movement to look at him.
"Hey, he's a friend. He was drunk. It's fine." Kurt's voice was low, but he didn't make eye contact. Blaine scoffed as he took off his jacket and sighed.
"Some people just can't handle their alcohol."
Kurt grinned and started to chuckle at this. He shook his head and saw Blaine look at him from the corner of his eyes.
"What?" Blaine asked in confusion to his strange reaction.
Should Kurt just bring it up?
He sighed and got up from his position on the chair and finally looked him in the eye. Blaine still had his eyebrow furrowed, like he was the most innocent person in the world.
"We still haven't talked about how you basically jumped me three days ago."
Blaine's jaw almost dropped open, but he immediately groaned in frustration. As if he knew Kurt would bring it up and he was dreading it. Kurt's heart sank a bit when he rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I was drunk, I didn't know." Was all he said, but his tone of voice was very telling. "But we're dating. I thought that you were okay with making out? We've done it before." Blaine stroked his cheek, and it made Kurt flinch. Not because of the injury.
Kurt even gripped Blaine's wrist with his hands, held on for a few minutes, and then pulled them down.
"Not like that." Kurt muttered and turned back down to sit at his desk. Kurt could hear his boyfriend sigh, impatiently.
"I don't know what to say, Kurt. I already said I'm sorry." There wasn't an ounce of honesty in his voice. He wasn't sorry. He's not sorry because he feels bad. He's just sorry his boyfriend didn't like it.
"I know you are."
But he really didn't…
"I want to thank you guys for confiding in me because I know it's tough."
Sam overheard something as he was walking down the hall. It sounded like a teacher. He knew he should keep walking. It was none of his business, but his curiosity got the best of him.
He stopped and stood against the lockers outside of the door. He didn't look in, but he recognized the voice to be Holly Holliday.
"--and I want to ask both of you if either of you think you might be lesbian." She asked. At this point, he did peek in, trying not to get caught. He noticed Santana, Brittany and Holly all sitting in a circle on the ground, but he could hear their voices clearly.
Sam was the only one who knew Santana wasn't straight, but he didnt know she was dealing with her sexuality as much as he was…
"Who knows. I'm attracted to girls and I'm attracted to guys." Santana muttered, sounding more vulnerable then Sam has ever heard her. This person was much different from the one he met in the library. Who basically forced him to be her boyfriend.
He also never related to anything more in his life…
"It's not about who you are attractive to, it's about who you fall in love with."
Sam caught himself smiling. He looked around to make sure no one thought he was strange for eavesdropping on this conversation, but it made his chest feel light for the first time this year. Even if Holly wasn't talking directly to him.
"Well, I know talking about feelings could be really hard, but I have an idea. Why don't you guys find a song and maybe those lyrics to the song could help you get a dialogue going."
Sam's eyes widened. He tried this with Kurt, but it always fell through. Because of Kurt's boyfriend.
But it doesn't matter anyway. Kurt must hate him now for what he did at Rachel's party.
Still, he feels connected to music since he joined glee, and Kurt was a help with that. Seeing his passion as he sings, makes Sam realize that he has a passion for singing as well.. He'll do anything to tell Kurt how he feels. Or sing to him, as cheesy as that is.
Later during glee club, they listen to Santana's, Brittany's, and Holly's performance of "landslide." Sam didn't notice that a stray tear was left on his face. He looked around at the Glee kids. Some of the girls had teary eyes, and lots of the guys were smiling but he's the only one who had this effect on the song.
The song spoke to him, it really did. He's not getting any younger.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when the glee club started to clap, indicating the end of the performance.
Santana got up to hug Brittany, making Sam smile.
He wants that. He really does. With someone he loved.
Rachel then cleared her throat and raised her hand. "Can I just applaud this trio for exploring this uncharted world of sapphic charm. Brava!" She clapped with a smile, as Mr. Shue secretly rolled his eyes.
"Look…" Santana started, looking like her usual self. "Just because I sang a song with Brittany, doesn't mean you can put a label on me. Is that clear?" She huffed as she sat down, as the crowd was silent.
This made Sam smile again. Labels. Who needed them?
This really stuck with him.
As the bell rang, the kids left the room. Sam was looking down at his hands. The same position he gets in when he's in therapy.
Holly stopped to talk to Mr. Shue for a moment, but then she noticed Sam still sitting looking lost in thought.
She also noticed the tears he produced from this performance.
As Mr. Shue grabbed his bag, he left the room, but Ms. Holiday stayed.
"Are you okay, Sam?" The woman asked, as she stepped forward. Sam looked up, surprised that she honestly knew his name. He then wiped his face and sniffed, with a stoic expression upon his face.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sam asked as he straightened up.
Holly looked down and thought about the meaning of this song, and how it affects different people. She doesn't know this boy all that well, but she knows distress when she sees it.
"This song seemed to really affect you. Is there a reason?" she asked, as she put down her guitar and sat down in front of him, trying to lean her head down to make eye contact.
"No, not really." Sam shook his head with a fake smile. "Just a beautiful song." He cringed at this lie.
Holly may not be perfect but she sees that he looks the same way that Santana and Brittany looked before. Maybe he's dealing with a secret he doesn't know how to deal with.
"I may not be an expert of these sorts of things, but I was able to help Santana and Brittany a little bit with their sexuality struggles." She smiled, but Sam gasped silently. How did she know? This made him think, how many people actually know his secret?...
"If you need to talk." She smiled once more and rose from her chair. She picked up her guitar and was walking towards the door.
Sam watched her leave but he suddenly got a burst of angst running through his system. His lip trembled as he got up from his chair.
"I'm losing my house…" Sam exclaimed as he shot up from his chair.
So his sexuality is not the only thing that's been bothering him.
This made Holly turn around, a look of concern on her face. She even decided to drop her guitar. "What?" she asked, as they were a few feet apart.
"My parents got laid off. We're broke." His voice cracked, A lump in his throat he was trying to swallow. It was getting more and more difficult to hide his emotions.
But maybe he has been holding them in for too long.
"We have nothing…" He trembled.
Holly walked up to the boy immediately and placed a hand on his shoulder. She was taken back when he placed his head on hers. He probably didn't even know he was doing this. It was just an instinct. Her instinct was to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Maybe she has been reading him all wrong. It wasn't right for her to assume anything from this boy. He's struggling in a different way.
"I'm also in love with a boy who is taken, and I don't know what I am."
Holly's eyes widened for the third time that day. She was wrong again. This is too much a boy should have to go through.
"Sam?" she asked, to get his attention first. He slowly lifted his head but didn't look at her. Just to tell her he was listening. "You're young. You shouldn't have to worry about this at your age, but for your house, maybe you should get a part time job. To help out a little."
She hates giving him this advice, but he probably feels weak and helpless. There is nothing he can do about the boy he loves, but maybe if he can help out his parents, he'll be okay.
"…and for the boy…" Holly began and Sam went still. She took a moment of silence to collect her thoughts, and for him to breathe deeply.
"Whenever you're ready." She smiled. Her smile grew when the boy gave a small smile back.
Whenever I'm ready…
"I know the song was about growing older, but you need to love yourself before you can love someone else." she rose from her seat.
Sam realized that was the important thing.
"Kurt?" Burt asked as his son was about to make his way upstairs. The room he hasn't seen in a few weekends. He stops to look at his father. "I think we need to talk."
Kurt's eyes widened, and his heart stopped for a second. He stepped down till he was flat on the floor and faced his dad in the living room.
"Please tell me it's not the sex talk because I have not mentally prepared yet." He inhaled as he sideeyed his father. Burt's eyes widened as well and immediately shook his head. " No." He simply said. Kurt sighed in relief. "That's coming later."
Kurt's eyes widened some more but Burt gestures for him to sit across from him. Which he did, but very slowly. He stiffly sat on the arm of the leather couch.
"I want to talk about what happened last week. How you got that." Burt sat up straighter and pointed to the horrible, dark shinner. Kurt flinched. As if he forgot about it. It was slowly fading but still noticeable to everyone else. Kurt shrugged. Not wanting to talk about it. Burt sat and waited for an answer but knew it wasn't going to come.
"I may be dumb sometimes but I ain't an idiot." Burt said, as he looked his son down. His stare is intimating in every way.
"Was it Blaine?"
Kurt looked up, quickly. His breath was caught in his throat. He shook his head with some hesitation. "No." He sighed. Looking at the ground below.
"Was it Finn?" He asked. Getting more desperate for the answer. Irritation rising. Kurt then rolled his eyes. Getting irritated as well.
"No dad. Sam didn't mean it." Kurt was so fed up, he didn't even realize what he said, but Burt heard. Sam gave his son this black eye. But he knew Sam. He was the last person he would suspect to do this. He was the only kid in the school who never gave Kurt a hard time. Even agreed to sing with him, and got a black eye himself defending his son. He wouldn't do this.
"Maybe Sam was protecting you." Burt suggested. Kurt nodded, still looking at the ground. "He was."
Burt sighed after the silence consumed the air. He didn't want to pressure him to talk about something he didn't want to, but he knew his son. He had feelings for this boy.
"Is that all?" Burt asked. Kurt bit his lip, not knowing how to go on.
"Yes." He simply said.
"Well okay then." Burt sighed as he began to get up from his chair. He looked down at his son, who still hasn't looked up.
"Anything else you want to tell me?" He asked. Knowing there was more to it.
Whenever he's ready…
"I'm good."