Title: How Kurt Got His White Chocolate Back (Chapter 3: Just the Way it's Supposed to Be)
Rated: M
Writing Time: 12/31/2011-02/29/2012
Pairing(s): Kurt/Sam
Warnings: Sexual innuendoes, smut, light Sam bashing (Santana's playful, Blaine's spiteful), a smidge of violence and light (okay, like a couple scenes' worth!) language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Chris Colfer/Kurt would get much more screen time, the show would be better written (or I'd at least try), Quam, Samtana, Klaine and Samcedes would've NEVER happened and Chord Overstreet/Sam would've never left the show after the end of season two! That and Chord would never leave my bedroom but that's another story for another time (and one I'd be too selfish to share ;) So without further ado, on with the smoochies ^^
Summary: Sam and Kurt deal with McKinley knowing about their relationship as they prepare to face new rivals The Troubletones at Sectionals.
Author's Note: Well, after much time away from this story for careful consideration, I've decided that this will be the third and final chapter of How Kurt Got His White Chocolate Back. I want to thank all of you who thought this story (originally posted as a completed one-shot titled I Said I Don't Care) was worth continuing. Due to the epic fails (writing wise) of Glee's season three, the will I had to really make something of this story (i.e. Hevans) is gone. I've decided it's better to end things where they are rather than try to go on and have everyone hate what I'm sure would eventually turn into utter crap. Thank you all for your understanding; I hope you enjoy the chapter. Betaed by me. If you happen to spot some (if any) mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out via review or PM. Thank You!
"So I couldn't help hearing that Trouty Mouth's back," Santana's voice called out as she sauntered into the room, breaking the group's collective feeling of cheer at Sam's countrified performance. "I've been keeping a little journal for just this occasion."
Kurt seriously wanted to hurt her as she dug in her skirt pocket for something, pulling out a little red notebook. Glasz eyes focused on Sam and the blonde was just standing there with a dopey little smile on his handsome face.
"Welcome back, Lisa Rinna," Santana began. "I've missed you so much since your family packed their bags, loaded them in your mouth and skipped town. Can't tell you how many times I wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle but couldn't find anyone to suck the lid off the jar. I assume you've been working as a baby polisher, where young mothers place their infant's heads in your mouth to get back that newborn shine. I haven't seen a smile that big since a Claymation abominable snowman got his teeth pulled by that little gay elf dentist. So glad you're back. Love, Santana."
Santana put her notebook back and that condescending smirk was still on her face. If Kurt could find the razors she kept hidden in her hair, she'd be smiling like a Picasso painting right now. Sam stunned him and everyone in the room by pulling her into a hug and announcing "I've missed you too Santana."
Finally he let the she-devil go and Santana left the room, disappointed she didn't get the reaction she was expecting. Quinn and Tina came up to clap him on the back and Mike reached over to take his guitar from him. Hands free and back no longer patted, Sam sauntered up to Kurt who was still holding onto a red plastic cup and looking at it intensely.
"I thought My Cup was the only song I'd ever hear written about a cup," Kurt said as Sam sat down beside him, turning it around in his hand and feeling worlds better now that Sam's mouth was back within kissing distance of his.
A feral smile stretched against Sam's lips. "Dude, there are tons of 'em."
"Uh, what have I said about calling me dude?" Kurt stated, eyebrow arching up.
"Only in bed?" Sam grinned, Puck and Mike catcalling lecherously while Finn looked on uncomfortably.
Kurt blushed but smiled nonetheless. He put the empty cup down and reached over to Sam, kissing him full on the lips and not caring who was around to see it. Tina cooed and Kurt could practically feel Quinn's grin digging into his back as he kissed Sam, running a hand through the boy's recently-bleached locks.
Blaine sat beside Rory, watching the entire thing and not feeling the least bit pleased about it. The Irish teen laid a consoling hand on the curly-haired boy's shoulder before standing up and joining Quinn and Tina's conversation. He couldn't believe how quickly Kurt moved on from him; if the glow Kurt and Sam were emitting was any kind of indication, Blaine would bet his entire trust fund they both had sex. With each other. Together. In the same bed. As in Sam inside of Kurt instead of him. Red Solo Cup was officially the worst song he's ever heard and he listens to show tunes religiously. His chair scraped back and he flounced out of the room, Sam and Kurt none the wiser.
"Don't you two need to come up for air?" Artie asked, wheeling himself around the spectacle as if witnessing a scientific miracle.
Sam's lips pulled away from Kurt's at Artie's announcement and the countertenor pouted at the loss of that magic mouth being taken from him. The blonde gave into Kurt's pout and kissed him chastely, making the brunette smile. Sam smiled back, kissing him once more.
"You guys are so cute together," Tina complimented, Mike's arm tossed around her shoulder.
"Thanks, Tina," Kurt responded, still blushing for some reason.
The bell rang overhead, startling the club out of its retrieve. Sam gathered his and Kurt's bags and shyly handed the fashionista his satchel, waiting for Kurt to slide the strap over his shoulder. Once it was securely in place, Sam finally tossed his arm around his beautiful diva's waist and guided them out of the choir room. Sam's grip around him tightened as they joined the throng of students walking through the crowded hall. The blonde ignored Kurt trying to pull away from him nonchalantly and walked him through the crowd, pulling him through doors before Kurt found himself out near the football field with Sam.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, beyond confused as to what they were doing out there.
Sam let him go and leaned against the bleacher stands. Sighing, Sam ran a hand over his eyes. Concerned, Kurt stepped up beside him and took the blonde's unoccupied hand in both of his, lovingly squeezing the bigger hand in his. Sam's hand fell from his eyes and they peered into Kurt's, making the boy smile. Sam smiled back and pulled his brunette against him, kissing the top of his head.
"I know we didn't exactly talk a lot when I came back," Sam started, causing Kurt to blush and wrap his arm around Sam, pulling him closer. "But what do we have here?"
Kurt looked up from burying his face in Sam's chest and caught the blonde's eye. "What do you mean? What brought this on?"
The blonde took Kurt's arm from around him and pulled the countertenor's hand in his, hoping it would convey the emotions he was too confused to figure out himself. "I mean, are we boyfriends? Was this just a one-time thing? Are we friends with benefits? Was it a random hookup? Casual? Exclusive? You said you wanted me to be your only but…"
Oh, Kurt thought. That's what he means.
Sweetly, Kurt squeezed Sam's hand as he reached up on tiptoe to properly kiss the confused blonde. Sam wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and held the brunette up against him, heart pounding against Kurt's chest as he kissed the boy.
"To answer your questions, I hope it's not a one-time thing. I don't want random hookups with you Sam; it meant so much to me, my first time. I meant what I said when I wanted you to be my only. I'd like to be exclus—"
"Then be my boyfriend, Kurt," Sam interrupted. "I wasn't lying when I said I'd only come back for you. And I wasn't lying when I said I loved you. You were my first time too and I'm so thankful for the honor of being yours. Let me be a man of my word; be my boyfriend."
Kurt's lips flew back onto Sam's and the brunette kissed the ex-stripper with all his might, absorbing as much of those full lips as he possibly could. "I'd love to be your boyfriend, Sam," Kurt answered when he pulled his mouth away from the blonde Bieber's. "Be mine?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby," Sam smiled as he kissed the boy once more. "But what happened with Blaine? Before I left, you two were tighter than ever."
Taking Sam by the hand, Kurt walked Sam to the bleachers and sat down in the front row, so glad there wasn't a soul around. "He went to visit Dalton to invite his Warbler friends to the West Side Story premiere where he met this other Warbler who couldn't stop hitting on him. He didn't exactly stop the guy either. One thing led to another and I caught them making out when we were supposed to meet for coffee. I dumped him there at the Lima Bean on the spot."
Sam's hand reached out to Kurt's shoulder and pulled the brunette against him. "I'm sorry, dude."
Kurt shook his head. "Don't be. His loss is my incredible gain. If we were still together, what you and I did would've been cheating. I'm not sorry I walked in on him making out with that meerkat-faced man-whore; I have you now." He turned to face Sam. "You won't cheat on me, will you?"
A kiss to his lips was all the answer Kurt needed. "I've never wanted someone as badly as I've wanted you, Kurt. Like I said back in Kentucky, I love you. I'll never do anything to make you break up with me. I'm with you for life."
Glasz eyes began to water up and Kurt smiled a watery smile, kissing Sam's cheek as gently as possible. "I love you too Sam," Kurt said clearly, realizing it was the first time he'd told the blonde that.
Sam's heart swelled with love and pride at those words. "You love me?"
Kurt smiled, pulling Sam's lips down to his. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Sam," he said between kisses.
"I love you more," Sam said, swooning that his perfect boyfriend said he loved him.
The brunette giggled, so content being held in Sam's strong arms. "So now that you're here, do you have any ideas how we're going to beat the Troubletones?"
Sam shrugged. "Dunno, dude," he said, ignoring the cute little face Kurt made. "There are two girls and seven of us. We have twelve with the band guys joining in but I don't know if it'll be enough." Giving the brunette's nose a little nip, Sam smiled. "But we'll think of thinking. I want to know what happened to all the girls in the first place. Why are there two Glee Clubs now?"
Kurt sighed. "It started at the beginning of the year. Some girl named Sugar had her dad donate pianos in exchange for her joining the club. Believe me when I say you're lucky you were in Kentucky at the time she auditioned. She sucks! That's when Shelby Corcoran came in—"
"The old Vocal Adrenaline coach?" Sam asked.
The fashionista arched an eyebrow. "Quinn filled me in on what I missed back when we were dating."
He nodded. "Yeah, Figgins hired her to coach a new club that she joined. Then Mr. Schue kicked Santana out for setting fire to one of the donated pianos—"
"Seriously?" Sam couldn't help himself.
"Actually, Santana just doused it in lighter fluid while Blaine was auditioning. Quinn flicked her cigarette out on it in the end. You've missed a lot of craziness since you've been gone."
Sam took Kurt's hand in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the smooth skin. "Go on."
Kurt smiled at him. "Where was I? Oh, yeah, pianos. Well, he still kicked her out and since she and Brittany are dating—"
Blue eyes went wide at Kurt's announcement. "They're dating?"
The brunette nodded. "You know, that actually explains a lot," Sam said, stopping to think about his 'relationship' with the Latina last year. "Okay, so they're dating."
"They're dating which means she got Brittany to leave and then Mercedes took off. Quinn came back and it's been all of us since. Then Finn and I went to find you and, well, you know the rest."
Sam blushed; indeed he did know the rest. "Wow."
"Yeah, wow. That pretty much sums up all the crazy you missed when 'your parents loaded their bags in your mouth and skipped town'," he quoted, getting a grin out of the blonde.
"How about you and Mercedes?"
Kurt's eyes trailed from Sam's and his handsome face to the bleacher bench, content to just stare at their shoes. "After you left I got so depressed. I was so angry at her for how quickly she got over you. You know she started dating Shane three days after you moved? We had a huge fight about how awful she was to do that to you and we haven't really talked since."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," Kurt replied. "When I finally calmed down a little I realized I was just… mad. I was mad because you had to leave and I wasn't going to be seeing you anymore. I took it out on the wrong person but she didn't want to see me after that. Mostly, I was sad because you weren't going to be Mercedes' boyfriend and even though I still liked you at the time, she was happy with you and I wanted that for her. I wanted her to be happy like I was with Blaine."
Sam stayed silent for a moment, absorbing everything in. He let go of Kurt's hand and picked the boy up, tucking him into his lap. Kurt's heart raced as he momentarily felt the bleacher slip away from beneath him but calmed down a little when he felt Sam's strong torso against his back.
"I mean that much to you?" Sam asked, his voice soft and low in Kurt's ear.
Kurt nodded carefully, not wanting to bonk his head against Sam's. "Like I said, I was just angry about you having to leave. I know I didn't have the right because I had Blaine at the time but I couldn't help it. When you left, it hurt. I cried for a week and no one could figure out what was wrong. When everyone learned about mine and Mercedes' fight, I let them think that's why I was so upset. In reality, my heart broke. It was only after you left did I realize how much you did for me and how ungrateful I must have come off. How I'd never have a chance to thank you for what you did."
"You're not ungrateful," Sam said, cupping Kurt's face and turning it in his direction.
"Yes I am," Kurt countered, not taking his eyes from the blonde's. "When you stood up for me against Karofsky and got that black eye, I took off to Dalton instead of staying and coming up with ways I could thank you. When the rumors about us hooking up in that motel room came out, I couldn't fight them. I didn't care if they told people you're gay; I wanted so badly for them to be true. But I stayed silent, because I was with Blaine and didn't want him thinking I was being a cheating slut." He rolled his eyes. "In retrospect, I should've let him hear them. Then we'd be one for one."
Sam chuckled lightly, pulling Kurt closer against him. "Am I a bad person for getting over you being cheated on?"
The countertenor shook his head. "No. I'm in the same boat because you're not trying to get back with Mercedes or Quinn now that you're here."
Sam kissed him, hard and passionate but tenderly. "Kurt, I promise you're it for me. From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and be my friend. Quinn used me, cheated on me; Santana did the same. Mercedes and I were never serious to begin with. In fact, before the rumors and prom, I don't ever remember saying so much as a word to her. I was just so conflicted with everything I wasn't thinking straight. Or gay, as it appears. But I promise I know my heart now. And you're in my heart."
Kurt smiled, letting a few tears fall from his eyes that Sam wiped away. "You're a real romantic, Samuel Evans."
"I love it when you use my full name," Sam sighed, kissing Kurt's soft neck.
"I only used your first and last. What's your middle name?"
"Bradley," Sam mumbled against Kurt's neck, content to just kiss his boyfriend's porcelain throat until the end of time.
The brunette sighed, mind reeling with how good Sam made him feel. "You're a true romantic, Samuel Bradley Evans."
Sam purred against his neck and Kurt felt shivers shoot up his spine. "You make me want to try, Kurt."
Kurt's fingers threaded through Sam's blonde hair, tugging and gripping gently at the bleached locks. "If this is you trying, I can only imagine what I'm for when you're actually doing."
The blonde laughed; pulling his mouth away from Kurt' delicious throat and faced the boy. "You were there during the doing," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Blushing, Kurt hooked a finger under Sam's chin and brought the boy close, catching his lips in a kiss. "You wanna go home and do it again?"
Sam's heart pounded in his chest at Kurt's offer, even more so at how Kurt suggested they go home. "Yeah?" he asked, throat going dry.
Kurt nodded. "I don't think I can concentrate in class knowing what's waiting for me. Besides, this way no one will be home to bother us."
"What about Glee?" the blonde queried, trying to care but not really succeeding as he took Kurt by the hand and led him off to the parking lot.
"I think once we have a set list, we'll just need someone to come up with some slick dance moves. Like I said before, yours have greatly improved; Mike could use some help since Brittany defected," Kurt offered, looking up at the blonde as they left the football field. "Let's let them worry about songs and we'll worry about what we're about to do."
"You like my moves?" Sam asked huskily, enjoying the little blush creeping up Kurt's neck.
Kurt smiled and nodded, eyes shining with delight as they peered into Sam's. Coyly, Kurt's arm wrapped around Sam's neck and the blonde smiled at him as he peppered his boyfriend's porcelain skin in sweet kisses. "I love your moves, Sammy."
Sam pulled his lips away from Kurt's face. "Then let's get home so I can show you some more."
Kurt's heart pounded against his ribs as Sam invited himself inside his core for the second time in his life, the feeling just as amazing as the first had been. Sam smiled against Kurt's lips, kissing the boy whose center let him in. Kurt sighed into Sam's mouth as the blonde buried himself further inside him, threatening to already bring Kurt over the edge. How starved was he for Sam's affection that the blonde just sliding into him would cause him to lose control? No wonder he and Finn were better off as stepbrothers than lovers. They really were a lot alike.
"Hold on, baby," Sam whispered against Kurt's lips, stopping himself for a moment so the whimpering brunette could get used to him being inside.
The diva inhaled through his nose and willed himself to calm down; reminding himself he and Sam had all afternoon together. Feeling himself calm down, Kurt took in a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking up right into Sam's. The blonde smiled at him and lowered his lips to Kurt's, sweetly kissing the brunette.
"That better?" Sam asked, rubbing his hands up Kurt's arm.
Kurt smiled as Sam took his lips back, rubbing his together. "Yeah, Sammy. Now dance, White Chocolate, DANCE!"
Sam moaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out and pushed back in, Kurt tightening around him. Not one to back down from a challenge, Sam pulled out and pushed back into the warm heat, swerving his hips against Kurt and beat boxing some random song softly in his ear.
The countertenor groaned wantonly at the music in his ear, his heart pounding erratically in his chest, Sam pounding into him.
"FUCKING WHITE CHOCOLATE!" Kurt screamed when Sam hit his sweet spot, spikes of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Sam slammed into him with abandon, beyond turned on at the words flying out of his boyfriend's mouth. "I love it when you swear," Sam grunted, no longer beat boxing that sinfully erotic stripper beat in his ears.
"I'll do it again if you hit that spot in me," Kurt promised, his eyes catching Sam's.
The blonde grinned, his face shining with sweat as he slowed himself down, searching for the spot Kurt was talking about. When the brunette shot out another string of curses, he knew he found the spot inside the boy.
"Do it again, Sammy!" Kurt wailed, hands flying up to wrap around Sam's sweaty biceps.
He did as he was told as was met with Kurt's delicate voice shouting obscenities that only served to further turn him on. "You curse like a sailor," Sam commented appreciatively.
"Well you fuck like a champ, Sam," Kurt countered, bringing himself and Sam up to the middle of the mattress.
Sam grinned again as he sat up, Kurt digging his heels into the bed to seat himself in his blonde boyfriend's lap. The jock's wide mouth latched onto Kurt's nipple, suckling the hardened little pebble. Kurt bit back a squeak when Sam caught it between his teeth, worrying it gently. Groaning and then moaning, Kurt didn't hold anything back as Sam's hands snaked around his waist, lifting him up and down his member.
"Oh, Sammy!" Kurt cried, those familiar stabs in his belly beginning to make themselves known.
"God, Kurt, I'm close," he said against Kurt's pounding heart, letting Kurt's hips go and just forcing himself up into the brunette's compliant body.
The blonde's hand wrapped around Kurt's neglected half-mast and stroked it up and down, Kurt's eyes flying open to watch Sam get him off. It didn't take Sam long to get Kurt as hard as he was, his hand gliding up and down the brunette's erection with ease. Sam slowed himself down to accommodate Kurt and his needs over his own, the countertenor turning into a whimpering mess under his touch.
"Sammy, Sammy, SAMMY!" Kurt chanted as his orgasm was ripped from his body, splashing against Sam's taut stomach.
"Oh, Kurt!" the blonde whimpered, letting himself unleash his own orgasm inside the brunette, trapped within the confines of the condom wrapped around Sam Junior.
Sam held Kurt in place, the brunette's channel milking him for every last drop the blonde could muster. Kurt sighed in contentment as he gently began lifting himself off Sam's member, Sam helping. The countertenor smiled at his boyfriend and Sam reached his mouth up, sharing a sweet kiss with the boy he loved while gently dislodging himself from Kurt's well-used body.
"That was wonderful," Kurt sighed as Sam laid him down.
The jock swung his legs over the side of the bed, tugging the rubber off him and tossing it in the trash. Kurt's eyes followed him as he walked into the en suite bathroom and rummaged around for a few seconds, searching out a washcloth. Soaking one in warm water and ringing out the excess, Sam walked back over to Kurt, the sated brunette doing his best to keep his eyes open. Sam smiled lovingly as he gently wiped Kurt clean of sweat and seed, washing the brunette's essence off his abs.
"You were wonderful too," Sam complimented, bending over some to kiss his boyfriend. "Sleep now."
Kurt grinned at the blonde, not caring that he was subjecting his bed sheets to sweat as he wrapped himself up in them, Sam walking out of the room and then coming back. Kurt smiled even more as the other side of the bed sank lower and someone came under the covers. An arm wrapped itself around his waist and a finger tickled his belly button, making Kurt giggle. Sam's lips kissed against his shoulder and Kurt scooted further back against Sam in the arm holding him.
"Nap for an hour?" Sam asked, beginning to feel as sleepy as Kurt looked.
"Sounds nice," Kurt yawned, eyes growing heavy.
"Okay. I love you Kurt."
The brunette smiled. "I love you too Sam. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams, baby."
As Kurt drifted off to sleep content in Sam's arms, neither of them heard the front door opening overhead, Burt Hummel walking into the house for a late lunch. The first thing the older man's eyes focused on was a trail of clothes that looked suspiciously like what Kurt left the house that morning wearing. Why were they laying on the floor? Kurt usually treated his stuff better than that; flinging his clothes around everywhere was usually what Finn did. Burt picked up a shirt and a shoe before realizing the shoe didn't belong to Kurt. No, Sam was the one who wore these kinds of shoes. The middle-aged Hummel put down the garments he was holding and followed the trail of clothes through the kitchen and over to the basement door.
Do I really want to go down there? Burt asked himself, one hand on the doorknob. Should I bring the shotgun just in case?
Shaking his head and making up his mind, he quietly opened the door and stepped past the doorframe. The air was hot and heavy the further he descended down the stairs, the reason why asleep in the middle of the bed. Half of Burt wanted to holler until both boys woke up, then he'd allow himself to strangle Sam and find a nice part of the backyard to bury his body in. Another part rationed more than likely it hadn't been Sam's idea to do whatever had apparently gone down in the tent. The part that stopped him from really doing anything was how peaceful Kurt looked, remembering the past summer and how miserable Kurt had been. Many are the amount of times Burt had come down to check on Kurt and watch helplessly as his son tossed and turned, unable to calm himself down. Many are the times Burt tried making sense of the word Kurt kept mumbling in his sleep: 'tam', 'ram', 'bam', 'lam'; now he finally understood what Kurt had been trying to say that Burt couldn't understand until now. Sam. Kurt must have been dreaming about Sam.
Finn had told him earlier on in the summer Kurt was depressed about his fight with Mercedes. In fact, until Finn concocted his plan to drive him and Kurt to Kentucky to try and talk Sam Evans into coming back to McKinley, Burt couldn't remember the last time he saw his baby boy so… hopeful? Now it was all making sense to him. Everything about Kurt not being upset that little bastard Blaine cheating on him with a less handsome, sluttier version of Kurt made perfect sense now: Kurt must've realized he was free of the curly-haired prick. That's why he was smiling when Finn said they were taking their little road trip to find the blonde and try and bring him back. He suspected something when the three of them returned, Kurt holding Sam's hand but wisely decided not to say anything about it. The picture in front of him told the entire story: Kurt finally got the man he wanted. He wasn't thrilled about coming home to find them in bed together when they should be in school, but he figured it must be recent or he would've received calls from the school about both of them being absent.
Burt sighed, running a hand down his face as he turned around on his heel and quietly walked back up the stairs. He'll deal with all this when the two were awake. Nodding to himself, he quickened his pace and gently shut the basement door behind him, leaving the pair momentarily in peace.
Am I really ready to have this conversation?
Sam started stirring first, his arm tightening against whatever it was wrapped around. He carefully opened his eyes and peered into something fuzzy and brown. Blinking away the sleep from his system, Sam picked himself up and realized it was hair. Oh! He was staring into Kurt's hair. Then he remembered all that he and brunette had done since skipping school to come home early.
What time is it?
The little alarm clock on Kurt's bedside table read 3:U6 and it dawned on Sam they'd been asleep for just under an hour.
"Kurt. Hey, angel, wake up," Sam pleaded softly, nudging his boyfriend's shoulder.
Kurt groaned, turning over and latching onto Sam, pulling the blonde against him. "Do' wa'a."
Despite himself, Sam smiled. "I don't wanna either baby boy but we gotta get up."
"No, 'mell lie sess," he whimpered, holding onto Sam tighter.
I smell like sex? That's… really hot!
"C'mon angel, it's time to wake up."
Again, Kurt groaned only this time he began stirring. His arms wrapped firmer around Sam as his eyes cracked open, taking in the sight of the smiling blonde he was holding.
"Hey baby."
"Hi Sam," he responded, reaching up to kiss the boy. "Nice nap?"
Sam smiled brightly, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's lips. "Yeah. Nice before-nap events too."
Kurt grinned, Sam returning it before planting lazy kisses against his cheek and temple. "What time is it, Sam?"
The blonde peered over Kurt to look at the digital alarm clock. "It's three-ten, baby."
He nodded, slowly picking himself up even though all he wanted to do was go back to sleep in Sam's arms. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up."
Sam chuckled, helping the little brunette up. "We better clean upstairs before Carole gets home," Sam reminded Kurt as they both sat up.
Kurt shook with silent laughter, his eyes shining with brightened delight. "That would make for an awkward conversation. It's Finn who just throws his clothes around wherever he can."
The jock laughed. "Speaking of the frankenteen, should we be expecting him home anytime soon?"
"No," Kurt shook his head. "Football practice until five. He'll be working hard to impress that college recruiter that's supposed to be coming."
"Oh shit, practice! I completely forgot!"
"Are you going to leave me for football practice?" Kurt asked, stopping the blonde from shooting out of the bed like a bullet.
Sam calmed down long enough to take Kurt in his arms, pulling the boy close. "No. But make it up to me by coming to practice tomorrow? Coach makes us do five hundred pushups for every practice we miss."
"So why would me coming be making it up to you?"
The blonde grinned wolfishly. "Remind me why I missed practice and how much it was worth it."
Kurt mirrored Sam's grin. "It's a deal, Mr. Evans."
"Do you wanna take a shower?" Sam asked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
The dirty countertenor found the thing Sam was doing his mouth entirely adorable. "C'mon Sammy, let's get cleaned up then!"
Sam was thrilled at the words flying out of Kurt's mouth as he pulled the brunette out of bed and into the en suite bathroom, closing the door behind them with his foot. His mouth latched onto Kurt's the moment the door was closed, walking the brunette backwards as they stumbled into the shower stall. Sam's hand reached out for the knob and it turned under his touch, cold water dousing over the pair. The blonde shivered but Kurt surprisingly didn't mind as he continued kissing his boyfriend. Sam just stayed still under the cool water until it warmed up, eventually getting as hot as Kurt was making him feel.
"Damn, baby," the blonde mumbled against Kurt's mouth.
Kurt pulled away from Sam's sweet lips but kept his arms wrapped around the blonde's neck. "What?"
He smiled at the wet brunette in his arms. "Nothing, I just hope we get to do more of this."
The diva returned his smile. "I do too. But we're supposed to be washing up, not making out."
Sam pouted. "We can't do both?"
"You want a mouthful of shampoo suds?" Kurt asked with a roll of his eyes.
The jock had to agree his boyfriend made a valid point. Pressing one last lingering kiss to Kurt's soft lips, Sam's hand shot out towards the bottle of expensive shampoo the brunette used and popped the cap open. Squeezing a light amount in his palm, Sam set the bottle back on the rack and rubbed his hands together, lathered fingers running through Kurt's wet hair.
Kurt mewled as Sam carefully ran his fingers through his hair, his scalp tingling with ecstasy. Sam's lips tugged up as the happy sounds Kurt was making reached his ears, delighting his eardrums. He guided the boy under the shower spray and helped rinse the suds from the chestnut locks he loved so much. Glasz eyes opened up and Sam felt his knees get weak at all the love radiating through; he was thrilled at his decision to return to Lima for Kurt. It was definitely proving to be the smartest choice he'd ever made.
"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked softly, rinsing the suds from his hair.
Sam smiled down at him. "You, just like always."
Grinning lightly, Kurt reached up on tiptoe to kiss his blonde. He turned around and gave Sam a little view while reaching for the same shampoo bottle and popping its cap open, squeezing some out on top of Sam's head. The blonde grinned goofily at Kurt as he did his best to stay still, not wanting to have to close his eyes to avoid getting shampoo in them because he couldn't control himself. Once Kurt's fingers were massaging the shampoo in his hair, he allowed himself to close his eyes and not fidget as much because Kurt was touching him.
Soapy hands gripped his shoulders and guided him under the shower spray, Sam resisting the urge to shake his head like a dog because the suds would hit Kurt in the face.
"You're really good at this Kurtie," Sam complimented as he reached for the conditioner, his hair free of Kurt's great-smelling shampoo. "Ever thought about doing it professionally?"
Kurt's eyes opened and his hands slowed down lathering his hair up with conditioner. "Good at what? We've done a couple things that you said I'm good at today; you're going to have to be more specific."
The blonde suppressed a snort and covered up by grinning broadly because Kurt was totally right: there were those things they did that Kurt was really good at. "Taking care of hair," he clarified. "Have you ever thought about being a hairdresser?"
"You know you're the first person who's ever asked me that," Kurt answered, watching Sam's fingers massage conditioner into his hair. "Everyone always assumes I want to design clothes or sing on Broadway."
"So have you?"
He nodded and then realized Sam couldn't see him. "Yeah I have. I don't want to own my own business but I want to work in a nice salon and do hair. There are some cosmetology schools in New York I'm looking into; who knows what'll happen with it though."
"I can see that," Sam said, rinsing the suds out of his hair and turning off the water. "You studying how to properly cut hair and me in art school. What a pair we'd make."
"You want to study art?" Kurt asked a little surprised, stepping out of the shower and handing Sam a towel.
The blonde nodded, careful to contain his enthusiasm in fear of hitting Kurt in the face with the water in his hair. "Yeah dude. What kind of jobs do you think I'd be doing once high school's over?"
Kurt side-glanced the blonde and Sam grinned wolfishly, knowing exactly what his boyfriend was thinking. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being known as a stripper's boyfriend or whatever."
"I wasn't gonna suggest stripper. I was thinking more along the lines of model; you've certainly got the body for it."
"Porn star?"
The brunette laughed, turning to face Sam. "Not on your life, Blondie. I'm the only man you'll ever sleep with."
Sam smiled down at him, taking Kurt's sweet lips gently in his own. "I like the sound of that, you know. You and only you forever."
Kurt smiled. "I like how that sounds too."
With Kurt's fingers weaving through his damp hair and the brunette's lips against his, it was easy to lose himself in his boyfriend. "We should get dressed."
He sighed, pulling away from Sam. "You're right."
Sam smiled lightly, taking the towel from around Kurt's waist and untying it, finishing drying off the brunette. Kurt blushed initially but got over it; Sam's eyes never left his even those his hands were everywhere else. Sam secured the towel back around Kurt's waist and gave his cheek a sweet peck before doing the same to himself, Kurt averting his eyes since Sam was gentleman enough to do so. Kurt lightly blushed as Sam chuckled, the brunette walking out of the bathroom.
Kurt rummaged through the closet for something simple to wear and was dressed by the time Sam was done in the bathroom. The countertenor's hands found themselves around Sam's waist as he kissed the boy by the foot of his bed, savoring the sweet feeling of the blonde's lips on his. He gave Sam's towel a little tug and Sam chuckled into his mouth, breaking off the kiss and stepping back so he could get dressed. A hand slapped down against his backside and Kurt thrilled at the feeling, a lazy glaze trailing after Sam. The blonde winked and proceeded to get dressed, Kurt giving him privacy by slipping the bed sheets off his mattress and tossing them to the floor, careful not to throw his blanket on top of them. He kept his eyes carefully trained on the path in front of him as he walked up the stairs and searched through the linen cabinet for replacements.
"Want help with those?" Sam asked as Kurt walked back downstairs, fully dressed.
"Thanks," Kurt replied, handing Sam the new sheets.
Sam smiled. "Least I can do considering I helped make a mess outta your bed."
The brunette returned his smile, not about to argue with him. He picked up his pillows and slipped the cases off, replacing them with the ones he brought down. Sam slid the new sheets onto the mattress and remade the bed, Kurt tossing the pillows down on the blonde's completed task. The jock gathered up the sheets and pillow cases and balled them up, handing the mass over to Kurt.
"You're thinking about the future, aren't you?"
Kurt just nodded, a freshly-made bed suddenly taking on a whole new meaning. Wordlessly, Sam's arm snaked around his waist and guided him back up the steps, Kurt holding onto the bundle of linens in his hands. Sam passed him up to start gathering their clothes from the entryway and kitchen as Kurt tossed the bundle into the washing machine he was standing in front of. The athlete came back and Kurt separated their socks and underwear to toss in with the load. A cup of fabric softener and detergent and the washing cycle started, Kurt and Sam washing their hands in the sink.
"You hungry?" Sam asked, drying his hands off.
"Starving," Kurt admitted with a chuckle. "You and I worked up quite an appetite."
Sam wrapped his arms around Kurt's lithe waist and chuckled, the rumble in his chest pressed against Kurt's back caused the brunette to feel the vibrations from his vocal movement. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Besides you?" Sam asked, a kiss pressed against the base of Kurt's neck.
"Yes, besides me," Kurt blushed, thankful his back was pressed against Sam so the blonde couldn't see.
"Uh, how about chicken parmesan? Are there still any leftovers from the other night?"
Kurt regretfully wiggled a little so Sam would let him go and stepped to the refrigerator, opening the door and bending over a little to scope out the chicken. "Yeah it's here," he said, pulling out the Tupperware.
Sam was waiting with a plate so all Kurt had to do was open the plastic bowl up and turn it over, the blonde taking it to the microwave. "You're sure easy to feed, you know that?"
"I know," Sam replied easily, the smell of chicken beginning to fill the kitchen.
By the time the microwave beeped, the front door opened and Finn stumbled through, followed by a chuckling Puck with Burt and Carole in tow.
"Kurt! Sam! We're home!"
Sam laughed and Kurt couldn't help himself as he joined in. "We're in here!"
Finn stuck his head through the kitchen archway and eyed the chicken parmesan cooling on the island as if witnessing a divine miracle.
"Hungry?" Kurt smiled as Puck stepped into the kitchen behind Finn.
"Aw, thanks, Little Dude. You shouldn't have."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's a good thing I didn't. That's for Sam and I." At that, Sam started laughing. "How about I make you guys some of that chicken stew I know you like?"
"Sounds good, sweetheart," Carole responded in Puck's place, gathering her stepson in for a hug.
"Hi Carole," Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around her.
She kissed the top of his hand and let him go, moving onto Sam who stood there with the most awkward of expressions on his face. Finn, Puck and Kurt stepped up beside each other, all three of them grinning at the uncomfortable blonde. Kurt winked at him and by the time Sam started to return Carole's hug, she'd let him go. Puck covered his mouth with the back of his hand and pretended he was coughing, Finn grinning like a fool. Kurt just rolled his eyes as he turned back to the fridge, pulling out what he needed for the stew he was going to make.
An arm wrapped around his bent waist and Kurt knew for certain Sam was scared to show him that kind of affection with his parents under the same roof so it couldn't be him. "Hi Dad," Kurt said to the chilies he was gathering up.
"Hey son," came the reply.
"Sam," he heard his dad greet his boyfriend.
"Hi Mr. Hummel," Sam said, chipper as a sandpiper or whatever.
Kurt flushed; he liked Sam's chipper voice. He handed the ingredients for his stew out behind him and someone's hands (based on the calluses brushing up against Kurt's soft hands, he'd bet they were Puck's) were grabbing out what he was handing behind him. Everything he needed out, Kurt stretched a little and closed the door. Puck stood behind him, leaning against the island.
"Anything else?"
He shook his head. "Nope, that'll do it. Why don't you and Sam go play video games in Finn's room while I cook? I'll call you guys down when it's done."
"AWESOME!" all three boys exclaimed.
Kurt rolled his eyes and pats to his back were issued and a sweet kiss met his cheek (obviously Sam's) before the three stampeded up the stairs. On Finn and Puck, Kurt found their behavior uncivilized and childish. With Sam though, it was another story.
"I think I'm gonna take a shower before dinner," Carole announced, kissing Burt on the cheek while Kurt started chopping up stew ingredients.
Burt stepped up beside Kurt and started peeling carrots, keeping his ears clear for Carole's footsteps making their way up the stairs. Once he was sure she was in their room, he turned to Kurt.
"Son, we need to talk."
Kurt nodded, still chopping up the chilies. "Sure. What about?"
"You and Sam."
The younger Hummel slowed down his chili chopping but tried not to show how nervous he suddenly was at hearing him and Sam's name together in the same sentence. "What about us?"
"Are the two of you… together?"
Now Kurt stilled his chopping, setting the knife down before he caused an accident and hurt himself. "In what way?" he played dumb.
Burt was silent and Kurt was scared to turn his eyes and look at his father. The only thing he wanted to see were the chilies that were cut up on the chopping board. He knew if he didn't say anything Burt would remain silent and the volume of his silence was pounding in his ears. "In what way?" Kurt asked again.
"I came home early today…"
Oh, Holy Hermés! "Y-You di-d-d-d-d-d-d?"
"Anything you feel like telling me?"
Kurt's vision blurred and he didn't realize the stinging was coming from his tears until he blinked and they fell down his cheeks. He turned to face his father and from what he could make out, it didn't look like Burt was angry.
"So you know that—"
"Something went down in the tent?" Burt supplied. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say I figured that out for myself."
The fashionista dropped to his knees and Burt slid down onto the floor beside his son. Reaching what he hoped was a consoling hand on his son's shoulder, Burt was thrilled when Kurt leaned into the older man's embrace. "I'm not mad about it."
Kurt lifted his head up from Burt's chest. "You aren't?"
He shook his head. "But what about the time Blaine slept over in my bed? I had to apologize for being 'inappropriate' when nothing happened between us. Sam and I actually slept together and you're not mad?"
Burt made a little face. "I'm mad that you cut school… but— I'm not mad that you and Sam finally figured things out between you two. I'm not blind, Kurt. I know how much you liked him. He was going to sing with you in Glee Club and he defended you from that Karofsky kid when you two weren't even friends. You were so miserable the summer he went away; don't think nobody noticed."
The brunette blushed some because his father was finally getting the whole picture; all at once and it was making him slightly dizzy. "You're really not mad about us being together?"
"No Kurt, I'm not mad about that. You're not doing it again until the two of you turn eighteen" (Kurt snorted) "but I'm not angry that you're together. Sam's a good man and I like how happy he makes you."
Kurt wrapped his arms around his dad and hugged the man tightly, forcing his tears not to fall again. He wasn't cool knowing his dad walked into his room seeing he and Sam in bed together (definitely need a lock on that door, he thought) but he was 'happy' (in a way) that Burt didn't mind Sam being his boyfriend; more to the point: Burt approved of Sam. That's all that really mattered to Kurt.
"Thanks, Dad."
"No, do it like this," Sam said in Glee the next day, demonstrating the correct way to do a body roll.
Kurt's throat went dry at the sight of what he privately dubbed 'the Trouty roll,' a name that amused Sam to no end when Kurt declared that's what it would be called. He joined Quinn's and Mike's cheers when the blonde executed his move in the middle of the room.
Blaine on the other hand, wasn't as thrilled with the performance. Simply because it was Sam of all people talking about how they needed to use their male sex appeal made the curly-haired former Warbler overly-critical of everything Sam was demonstrating.
"I'm not sure about all this," he said when the cheers died down. Blaine didn't miss the glare Kurt shot him.
"What do you mean?"
"The whole thing seems kind of… I don't know, cheap to me. We shouldn't be focusing on sex appeal to win at Sectionals."
Kurt snorted; there was an oxymoron if he ever heard one.
"What should we focus on then?" Sam asked, determined not to start a fight with his boyfriend's ex in the middle of Glee Club.
"Our singing," Blaine answered.
"And with singing comes dancing," Puck of all people countered, not seeing what the big deal was with doing a body roll.
"Then it should be something simpler, classier, because these sexy moves are too vulgar for a show choir. They come off as us trying to sell sex," at this, he turned to Sam and sneered. "And I'm not for sale."
Sam saw red and shoved Blaine away from him, the curly-haired tenor shoving back. Kurt stormed over from his place in the back row and pushed Blaine away from Sam with all his might, Blaine stumbling some but not falling over. Kurt didn't know if it was anger or hurt he saw in Blaine's eyes and he didn't care. The hobbit had no business whatsoever talking about Sam being cheap or trying to sell sex when the ex-Warbler cheated on him with a boy who prided himself on being nothing but a whore.
Blaine left the room with an angry shout, Finn surprising them all by going after him. An arm encircled Kurt's waist and the brunette turned his head to the side, Sam smiling lightly down at him. "You okay?"
Kurt nodded. "You?"
"Yeah. Crap like that just rolls off like water," the blonde said with a sexy little smile.
The brunette's hand instantly slid over Sam's clothed abs, rubbing up and down gently. "Like that?"
Sam's eyes hooded over and Kurt thrilled at the spark he saw in them. "Yeah," he whispered. "Like that."
"Get a room you two!" Puck declared, startling Sam and Kurt apart.
The pair looked at each from the corners of their eyes before blushing, Kurt shooting Puck a weak glare. He watched Quinn smack him on the arm and was pleased that the Mohawked teen winced.
"Alright, let's get back to work," Mr. Schuester said, shooting Puck a similar look for letting his mouth run loose.
Kurt took his place back in the last row with Tina, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to contain himself if he were up with Sam.
"Do you think this'll get us through Sectionals?" Sam asked when Glee let out, wrapping his arm around Kurt.
"I hope so. I'm just nervous we won't be able to pull it off. If the Troubletones win, we'll never hear the end of it," Kurt answered.
"Don't you worry," Sam assured with a kiss to Kurt's temple, both of them stepping out of the music room and into the empty hall. "Trouty's here and he's gonna make it all better."
Kurt smiled. "Kurt loves it when Trouty Mouth talks about himself in the third person."
Sam returned Kurt's smile. "Trouty Mouth just loves Kurt."
"Kurt loves Trouty Mouth too," the brunette replied with a chuckle, walking on tiptoe to kiss the adorkable jock.
"What does Kurt want for dinner?" Sam asked when Kurt's lips slid from his.
"How does pizza sound? And Trouty Mouth better not complain; we'll think of some way to work it off."
Sam grinned wolfishly, licking his lips with excitement. "Yeah?"
The brunette smiled. "Yeah. Now let's get going. All the dancing's made me hungry and I want to be fed now."
Both boys stepped out of the warm hall and out into the world, making their way over to Kurt's Lincoln. "How many pizzas should we get?" Sam asked, pulling open the driver's door for Kurt.
Kurt smiled down at the boy as he got in. He waited for the door to close and Sam to get into the passenger side. "I'm thinking three," he said, buckling his seatbelt and watching the blonde do the same. "Who knows who'll join us; one for you and I, another for Carole and Dad and I think Finn will appreciate the third all to himself."
Sam laughed as Kurt turned the ignition and backed the car out of its space. "I'll have you afterwards, right?"
The diva rolled his eyes before returning his focus back on the road. "Yes, you'll have me and I'll have you. Just the way it's supposed to be."
Reaching a hand over to Kurt's, Sam ran his thumb against the back of Kurt's soft hand. Just the way it's supposed to be. Sam smiled; he really liked the sound of that.
Author's Note: It's all done now, thanks for reading! I initially wanted to add Sectionals and everything but the chapter's already dragged on for so many pages I just decided for time's sake to end it on a sweet note. To those who want to know, I definitely would've followed the script through except for those nauseating Samcedes moments. Gimme us all a flibbering break RIB! Anyway, I really appreciate y'all reading, adding this story and me to your favorites, reviewing and alerting this from the get-go back in December. Please make sure to do the same for this, the final chapter. I hope everyone out there has an amazing, super magical and especially Hevans-filled Leap Day!
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