A helping hand [Sam!]

[KURT HUMMEL]

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>>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste

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Kurt quickly brushed back his hair and stepped back, looking at himself in the mirror. After grazing over every detail of his outfit, he nodded in approval and grabbed his car keys off of the vanity. He was about to leave and help Sam babysit his little sister and brother, Stacy and Stevie. Truthfully, he was completely excited about helping Sam babysit. He had always wanted a younger sibling, which never happened because Burt had only just recently gotten married to Carole. He secretly hoped that they would have a child.. but it worried him when he thought about his Dad's heart attack. How in the world could he keep up with a child? They were both in their mid-forties anyways.. and Kurt would be moved out and hopefully off to New York by the time there would be any chances of Carole becoming pregnant.

Kurt sighed a little, imagining the little sister he would never have. He could see himself running around and causing havoc with her. Heck, he would be the one taking care of her! No way she would leave his side. He loved children. “I'm going to have one one day.” He whispered to himself as a smile twitched up on his lips. If only he could find the perfect person to have one with...

He glanced around the room, wondering if he should take anything. A movie? He happened to have a whole stack of Disney movies hidden under his bed.. “Maybe I'll grab those and take them with me.” He thought. He glanced around once more, wondering what else to bring. “Ah, there we go!” He spoke out loud. He had a bag of old makeup from Carole that he used for his Halloween costume last year. Carole said to keep it, she thought it might come in handy one day. “She was right.” Kurt muttered as he frowned a little. He had insisted on her keeping it. He was gay.. but concealer was as far as he went. No way he was going to find another way for Karofsky to push him around.

After grabbing the movies and makeup (And, of course, glancing at his outfit for a long moment, making sure he looked good.) Kurt was skipping down the stairs and into the living room.

“Dad, I'm off to Sam's house. Be back later tonight.” Kurt spoke quickly.

“Wait, did we discuss this?” Burt tore his eyes away from the television and glared at Kurt.

“Yes Dad,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “We did. I'm going to Sam's to help him babysit his little brother and sister. He's exhausted and I offered to help. Okay?”

“Alright. Go, have fun.” Burt grumbled as he turned back to the TV.

Kurt appreciated how much his father cared for him, but sometimes it was just plain irritating. He let Finn go hang out with Rachel or Quinn,whatever girl he was dating at the moment, pretty much any time he wanted! Kurt mumbled how unfair it was under his breath as he walked out through the back door and to the driveway.

Kurt quickly made his way out to his Navigator and threw the things into the passenger seat. “Better send Sam a text and tell him I'm on my way..." He thought as he dug his phone out of his pocket.

On my way with Disney movies and supplies for a makeover! You're getting one too! He chuckled and pressed the send button. No way Sam was getting out of a makeover.

Kurt started the car and pulled out of the driveway, thinking about how sorry he felt for Sam. His whole world must have been turned upside down after his family was forced out of their home and into a tiny hotel room. Kurt hoped that they would figure something out, even if it meant that Sam had to move again. He knew it would be hard on Sam, and New Directions would miss him terribly, but he wanted Sam to have a good time in high school without having to worry about babysitting.

“And we're here!” Kurt spoke to himself as he pulled into a parking space. He collected the movies and makeup bag before getting out of the car and making his way up to Sam's room. Sam appeared at the door with Stacey peeking around behind him and his Stevie peering under his arm.

“I hope you like Disney movies!” He spoke cheerfully as he walked up to Sam. “And I wasn't kidding about that makeover, Sam!”

“Makeovers! I'm first!” Stacy squealed as she clasped her hands together as she ran up to Kurt.

“Alright. You're about to get the best makeover you'll ever get, young lady, because Kurt Hummel is the makeover ninja!” He chuckled and sat the makeup bag down before running up to Stacy and tickling her.

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[sam]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

"Now remember, guys, Kurt's coming over to help babysit," the blonde said with a half-authoritative voice, "but this doesn't mean to go wild. Be on your best behavior. He needs to see how good the 'Evans kids' can be." A wide smile spread across Sam's face, knowing that the little speech was going to be futile. Whenever kids were around new people - especially potential friends - all traces of "tameness" are thrown out the window. The two young kids looked up at their older brother with wide eyes and forced serious expressions, trying their best not to laugh. They nodded their heads innocently, falsely promising to be quiet and nice.

"Yes, Sam," Stacy said before retreating with her young sibling. The two managed to preoccupy themselves with dinky little toys; Sam remembered playing with the pieces of junk when he was their age. Nonetheless, they acted like they were the best toys in the world. The scene could make Sam cry; the children didn't know just how bad they had it, being forced to have five people crammed in a one-and-a-half-room hotel room that was comfortably built for two. No kid should be forced to live that way, yet there the two mindlessly played with their toys like they were on top of the world. Sam pushed the thought into the back of his mind as a vibration interrupted from his pocket.

Sam pulled out his beat-up phone and examined the message: On my way with Disney movies and supplies for a makeover! You're getting one too!

The athlete rolled his eyes, holding back a laugh. Typical Kurt. To be honest, Sam was very close to not objecting from getting the makeover. Being borderline homeless was not good for someone's looks, a la his shaggy hair that had quickly grown out. Luckily he was able to scrap up enough money for a haircut, getting rid of the mop that rested on his head. If the kids weren't present, perhaps Sam would allow Kurt to perform the makeover. Maybe. The blonde decided not to text back, knowing that Kurt had a horrible habit of texting and driving behind the wheel. Sam expected the worse when Kurt did show up, though. It was going to be near-impossible to talk him out of a makeover, whether the kids were preoccupied by the Disney movies or not.

The sound of a car door slamming shut signaled Kurt's arrival, and proved that he had indeed texted while driving. I'm going to have to get onto him for that, he thought with a shrug. Sam ran to the door, only after checking himself out in the nightstand's large mirror. After deciding his hair was manageable, he swung open the door to greet Kurt. The kids were hot on his feet, following quickly in his footsteps. Their promise was broken the second Kurt walked in, but Sam knew that the other already had a knack for handling children. "Hey, Kurt," Sam greeted with a cheeky grin. "Thanks for coming over tonight. I really appreciate the help." Before he knew it, Stacy was plopped up on the bed with Kurt and his makeup bag. A wider smile spread across the blonde's face at how caring Kurt was. Gay or not, he would make one incredible father. A girly father, but an incredible one even so.

"I refuse to get a makeover, Kurt," Sam playfully barked, picking up Stevie and throwing him into the air in a game of Catch. "But I do appreciate you coming out to help. Seriously." With the sudden lifestyle change, Sam had grown to truly appreciate anything that was given to him, no matter what form. In this case, a form of charity work. Kurt had already helped out tremendously with clothing donations, of which the blonde was currently sporting some too-tight designer jeans with a branded jacket that almost matched. "It really does mean a lot."

Stevie laughed as he expertly landed into Sam's arms, more or less like a heavy football. He sat his younger brother back down onto the floor before ruffling through the bag of Disney movies. "Geez, Kurt. You packed enough movies to host your own Disney Weekend Special. This is a goldmine of memorable quotes and stuff," Sam bellowed, geeking out. "I honestly don't know which one to watch first." Sad thing is, Sam was probably more excited over watching a Disney movie than the two younger kids were combined. Besides, if it could get him out of finding himself on the receiving end of the makeover, he was all for watching a movie instead.

( NOTES ) [/b] I'm the worst RP partner ever. Sorry for the late (and shorter) reply. But, here it is!
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( TAGGED ) Kurt Hummel
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[KURT HUMMEL]

,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<

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>>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste

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Kurt laughed at how enthusiastic Stacy was about her makeover. As soon as Kurt opened the bag she had her hands dug into it. “I want you to use this and this on my face,” She pointed to the bright red lipstick and black eyeliner. “But I don't want that. It's icky and I stabbed myself with it once.” She grabbed the mascara out of the bag and sat it behind her on the bed, making sure it was out of sight.

“Alright, I'll do the best I can. What are we going for? Glamor? A day at the beach? School-sassy?” Kurt asked as he uncapped the lid to the lipstick. It took him a moment to realize Sam was speaking. “Oh, no problem! This is going to be a blast.” He returned a grin to Sam and then turned his head to face Stacey again. She was making one of those kissy faces, waiting for Kurt to apply the lipstick. “Glamor.” She mumbled a little as she squeezed her eyes shut. Kurt smeared the lipstick on her lips carefully, trying not to press down too hard. “Okay, done!” He said cheerily. Stacy jumped up and ran to the bathroom to appraise herself.

“We'll just have to see about that. But if you really don't want one, that's fine. I do recommend using some moisturizer though, I just happened to throw in an extra bottle. You use it twice daily, and it has the ability to make your skin feel silky within a week.” He stopped himself from rambling, Sam probably didn't care to listen about moisturizer.. although Kurt thought he should since keeping your skin healthy was very important. He looked at Sam's outfit and noticed it looked a little familiar. “Oh, nice outfit choice. I wouldn't think of putting those two pieces together, but it works.” He raised his eyebrows and nodded in approval.

Kurt giggled at the sight of Sam throwing Stevie up in the air. He remembered when his Father used to do that to him. Of course, it was a long time ago, but he still remembered how much fun it was. He and his Father did a lot of things together before his Mom died. He remembered the camping trips (which usually resulted in him spraying himself down twice with mosquito repellent and staying in his tent the whole time.) and the many baseball games. Kurt never really understood how they worked, he was just worried about how hard it would be for the baseball player's Mothers to get those grass stains out of their outfits that night!

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and directed his attention to Sam, who was now looking through the movies Kurt had brought along. “A Disney Weekend Special? That actually sounds like a good idea..” He considered actually having one of those. He could invite Sam and his family, Mercedes, and everyone else from the New Directions. Of course, he would have to invite his friends from Dalton too. But they might be a bit too wild. “Well, which is your favorite?” He asked Sam. Maybe he should have only brought one or two movies instead of a whole bag full. He remembered watching Toy Story over and over when he was younger. He always wanted Little Bo Peep's dress. It looked beautiful. “Personally, my favorite would have to be Beauty and the Beast. But that's probably not... manly enough for you or Stevie. What about Cars?” He asked. He had only seen cars once. He liked it, but it just wasn't his cup of tea.

Stacy ran back into the room and jumped on the bed. “Eyeliner eyeliner eyeliner!” She repeated. “Okay, okay. Calm down so I can get it on!” Kurt chuckled as he focused on applying eyeliner very carefully to her eyes. He didn't want to poke her. “And... done!” He said as he finished applying the eyeliner on her other eye. She opened her eyes and grinned, Kurt couldn't help but to notice how pretty she was. Makeup or not, she was just plain adorable. He watched as she ran back to the bathroom to approve of the eyeliner. “Alright, whose next? Any takers?” He asked. Stevie backed up behind his brother, shaking his head repeatedly in a “no” direction as Kurt chuckled. “Don't worry, I'm not forcing you to get one.” He put the makeup back into the bag and sat it on the floor beside him. He knew Sam probably still didn't want one.

“So, what movie are we watching?” He put an arm around Stacy as she ran back into the room once more and plopped down by Kurt, wrapping her arms around him. He looked down at her and smiled. “Thanks, Kurt! I look awesome!” She squealed. He ruffled her hair and grinned, deciding that he needed to help Sam out with babysitting more often.

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[sam]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

Sam's eyebrows flickered upwards into his hair at Kurt's comment about moisturizer. The boy nodded in agreement; he could use something for his skin. It has been getting a tad bit dry lately. Sam quickly shook away the thought, though. Kurt and others had already discovered that he used lemon juice in his hair. The last thing he wanted was for people to discover that he took part in a daily moisturizer routine. The two combined would just reek "gay." Sam honestly didn't know how Kurt handled it. Even dressing different. The blonde knew that bullies were rampant at McKinley High, and that scared the crap out of him. Yet, there Kurt was, using a moisturizer routine and dressing fashionable like there was no tomorrow. Mentally, Sam applauded Kurt.

A chuckle escaped Sam's lips when Stacy raced across the room with a second face. Although the young girl was naturally beautiful, Kurt apparently had a skill of bringing out even more beauty. "How do I look, Sam?" she called out, batting her eyelashes. The two kids were literal balls of energy, breaking every rule they were given as soon as Kurt came in. Sam didn't mind, though. They needed fun, and it was soothing for Sam's mind to be taken away from the stress of his living circumstances. "You look like a princess," he cooed, feeding the kid's ego. Stevie had ducked behind Sam's legs, hugging them for comfort. "Don't worry, little dude. The big bad Kurt won't give you a makeover." The athlete easily yanked the boy from the ground and easily tossed him on the bed. Sam flashed a wide grin at his fellow Glee-clubber at the name-calling. A sigh of relief almost passed when he realized he was home-free on the makeover.

A shocked expression consumed Sam's features when he was forced to pick a favorite Disney movie. "I can't just pick one..." he trailed off in though. Sam rummaged through the bag, reliving each movie as he viewed the covers. Lady and the Tramp was held up for all to see, as Sam belted out into an Italian bass solo, "Look at the night, it's-a beauuuuutiful night." Next up was Aladdin, where his voice returned to normal, "I can show you the woooooorld, shining, shimmering, splendid!" The kids sat together on the bed, swaying with each note, giggling as they went. "They all have such good songs and stories. I mean, old Disney was in their prime when they made these." Sam shook his head in deep thought. "I literally can't pick."

The kids erupted into a sea of applause at Sam's random singing. "Do more, Sammy," yelled Stevie. "Go get the guitar," ordered Suzie. Sam blushed, mentally cursing himself for singing in the first place. "Not now, we have to pick out a movie," Sam said, trying to soothe their wishes. "Actually, no, Kurt has to pick out a movie." The blonde placed all of the movies back into the plastic bag and handed it to Kurt. A slight stomachache suddenly rose from the pits of Sam's abdomen. Tonight was, in theory, going to be more than Kurt just coming over to help. Tonight was going to be the night where Sam admitted his sexuality to the other boy, but already a feeling of nervousness swept over him. The stomachache's pain grew worse at the thought. Maybe he should have played the guitar for the kids; usually creating music helped him settle his mind.

Sam snapped back into reality, still holding the Disney movies. "You can play Beauty and the Beast, if you want. It's always a classic," the boy threw himself onto the bed, in-between the other kids. Ruffling their hair, Sam was already humming the "Be Our Guest" song.

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[KURT HUMMEL]

,been black and blue before
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>>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste

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Kurt grinned when Sam told Stacey she looked like a princess, because it meant he did a good job. "All she needs is the crown, right?" Kurt asked Sam. He remembered walking around the house in his mothers heels and a princess crown he he had bought with his birthday money one year. He never wanted to be the King or the Queen. The princess always had better style. It was just a fact. Kurt bellowed out a "Raaawr!" the best he could after Sam called him the "big bad Kurt." Stevie looked upright afraid for a moment.

Kurt started swaying and full-out singing along to Alladin with Sam, Stacey, and Stevie. They all broke out in a giggling fit when they were done. Kurt brought his feet up on the bed and crossed them, perching his elbow on his knee. He rested his head on his fist as he glanced over to Stacey and Stevie. ”Why don't you two choose?” He didn't want to pick out a movie that none of them would like, after all. He took the bag from Sam's outstretched hand and handed it to the two of them. Kurt scooted over a bit as Sam launched himself on the bed and started singing, realizing the song right away. The lyrics came almost naturally to him as he started to sing. It was one of his favorites. As soon as Kurt realized that Stacey and Stevie were going to argue over every movie, he took the bag back.

”Here, both of you put your hand in the bag and pick out a random movie. We'll watch both of them tonight, okay?” He asked. They both nodded in approval. Stacey reached in first, she brought out Tangled. Kurt clapped in excitement, he had adored this movie when he dragged Burt into the theater to see it with him. Stevie rolled his eyes and reached in, taking out Bambi. Kurt's face fell a little. ”No guarantees I won't cry...” He laughed a little. He loved Bambi, but he couldn't fight the tears from coming every time Bambi's mother was shot.

“I want to watch mine first,” Stacey held her movie up and pouted at her brother while he said the same thing. ”Well, why don't the two of you do rock paper scissors?” Kurt suggested as he rummaged through the bag, realizing just how many movies he had brought along ”Geez, I didn't realize I brought so many...” He spoke. No wonder it was so hard to pick one out. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and brought it out, hoping it wasn't his overly-protective father. It was, of course.

Everything okay? You didn't tell me you arrived.. - Dad

Kurt rolled his eyes and replied quickly, telling him he was there and that they were about to watch a few movies. Burt was obviously probably pacing the floor with his phone right next to him because he replied back within thirty seconds of Kurt sending the message. He sighed and put his phone back in his pocket, glancing over in Sam's way. ”My Dad's so protective.” he spoke. And in truth, he knew that it was a good thing. Kurt wasn't like other teenagers – he had to worry about getting shoved into lockers and trying to keep his confidence up after rude, uncalled for words were thrown at him. ”I guess it's a good thing though.” He chuckled and looked back over to the two kids, who were doing rock, paper, scissors. By the look on Stacy's face, it looked like Stevie had won. ”Bambi it is!” Kurt said a little too cheerfully as Stevie smiled in defeat and stuck his tongue out at his sister. ”Hey, don't make fun of your sister or you'll get a makeover for sure.” Kurt raised his brow and had to hold back a laugh as Steven's eyes went wide and his tongue disappeared back into his mouth.

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[sam]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

Another grin formed on Sam's features as he watched Kurt interact with the kids. From growling like a wolf to singing along with their songs, to refereeing the rock-paper-scissors-fight, he was doing one hell of a job keeping the kids happy. As Stevie ducked into Sam's chest to hide from another makeover threat, Sam pulled him closer in a tight hug. "Don't worry, you don't have to get a makeover. Promise," the blonde cooed, playfully defending his baby brother. A soft twinkling rose in Sam's eye as the winner was called out: Bambi. Definitely one of the top movies on his list, Sam was honestly super excited about watching the old movie, hoping that his own tears wouldn't form as Bambi's mother's death scene played out.

Kurt seemed to be dug into his phone, so the blonde athlete placed both feet over the edge of the bed and slung himself upwards, leaving the two kids alone on the bed. Sam reached for the thick VHS movie case and opened it, forgetting what it was like to handle the cheap, white plastic. It had been years since he watched a movie that wasn't DVD, so naturally nostalgia from what seemed like a lifetime ago took over. Delicate fingers slid the rectangular movie out of it's shell and eagerly pushed it into the VHS player. A reassuring click echoed through the room, signaling that the movie was in gear and ready to go. Kurt's comment about his dad distracted Sam, turning him away from the machine with glazed eyes.

"That's awesome that your dad is like that, though," he pointed out flatly, in thought. "I'm glad your dad loves you enough to protect you and stuff."

Sam turned his gaze towards the television screen, which was black and movie-less. Crinkles formed on the blonde's forehead as he thoughtfully bit his lip. An aha moment dinged as the light bulb in Sam's head flickered on: the VHS tape needed rewound. With a press of a button, the VHS machine started whirring loudly, rewinding the tape. The kids stopped whatever conversation they were wrapped up in to listen at the tape, but their OCD nature took over and went right back to what they were doing. "Is everything alright with your dad, dude? I don't want him to be mad at you staying over," Sam interjected, watching the status of the tape.

A loud click once again filled the room as Sam gleefully pressed the large PLAY button. Almost instantly, the infamous Disney intro came to life on the television's small screen. Before he knew it, the world of Bambi started to unfold before the four movie-viewers. Sam started to smile, but his heart was thumping hard against his chest. Tonight was the night he had planned to come out to Kurt, and like a tidal wave his body was swept away by nervousness. His throat tasted like old paper and his palms started to get clammy. While the kids were glued to the TV screen, Sam glanced at Kurt.

"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam hoped he wouldn't scare Kurt by his sudden, solemn tone. He slowly made his way to the door, heart pounding with every move. "Stevie, Stacy, be good kids and don't move. Watch the movie, I'll be right back," he promised the kids, twisting the doorknob open.

( NOTES ) [/b] Blah, getting shorter and shorter xD And thanks!
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[KURT HUMMEL]

,been black and blue before
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>>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste

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Kurt yawned a little as Sam put the movie into the VHS machine, hoping he wouldn't fall asleep while he was there. He wasn't that tired, but he could use a large cup of coffee at the moment. He became a little distracted, coffee made him think of the Lima Bean. The Lima Bean made him think of Blaine. Blaine just made him feel confused and nervous. They usually got coffee together every week at the Lima Bean, for the sole reason of catching up, talking about random things. Since Blaine had been on vacation, Kurt hadn't heard much from him. School was starting up soon... Blaine was going back to Dalton, Kurt to McKinley. His heart sunk a little in his chest. He wanted Blaine to have the same feelings he had, but couldn't show because Blaine clearly didn't feel the same way, but Blaine was just... untouchable. The love was unrequited. Love really sucked. He decided to just kind of give up on it at the beginning of summer, but his plan wasn't working out too well. 'I just like the thought of him. He's the only openly-gay guy I've ever met whose my age... that's all.' He assured himself.

”Oh, yeah... He just worries about me. I just wish he wouldn't sometimes, because I don't want problems with me to set off another heart attack. I don't know if I could stand that again... I don't know if he could stand it again.” Kurt trailed off as he remembered his fathers heart attack a few months ago. He felt that small lump in his throat, the one he got every time his mind strayed back to the situation. He cleared his throat quickly and replied to Sam. ”Yeah, he's fine with me being here. I just forgot to text him and tell him I arrived safely. That's all.” Kurt smiled and looked down to Sam, appreciating that he was worried. He had always thought Sam was a genuine good guy... and knew Sam was lying about not dying his hair – Kurt saw darker roots. He chuckled to himself a little and looked up from Sam to watch the Disney intro play. ”I'm going to bawl like a baby...” He chuckled to himself, making a mental note to hide the movie in his box of “out of style clothes” when he got home, so he wouldn't have to watch it again.

Kurt's attention was completely taken by the TV as the movie started. 'Geez,' He thought. 'It's been a long time since I watched this...' He didn't really like Bambi too much because it reminded him of the relationship he was never able to have with his mother. Yeah, Bambi was a deer. The two were completely different, but the story just tugged at Kurt's heart. He felt the tears creeping up as he thought of his mother. 'Crap, Kurt. The sad part hasn't even happened yet.' He brought his hand up and wiped away some tears quickly, glancing around to make sure that nobody had noticed. The kids gazes were glued to the TV, and Sam seemed to be watching. He looked a little fidgety, though. Kurt took a deep breath and started watching the movie again, becoming wrapped up in it within five minutes.

“Wha-” Kurt jumped a little as Sam asked him if they could talk. His heart pounded a little, wondering where this was going. He gave Sam a confused look before standing up and stretching his legs a little. ”Uh... yeah, I mean.. yeah. Okay,” He said awkwardly as he walked awkwardly to the door, following Sam out into the stuffy night air. He wrapped his arms around himself and looked up at Sam, who appeared to be thinking about something. ”Is everything okay?” Kurt asked, his tone hinting that he was a little nervous. 'Maybe he's just looking for some friendly advice about Quinn or something... Or maybe he needs some fashion tips. No, no. Not fashion tips. Sam wouldn't ask for that. Probably something about Quinn. Or maybe hair dye.' He thought, glancing at Sam's face once more as he stood and waited for a reply.

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[sam]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

The blonde watched his siblings curled up on the bed, their attention directed at only the television. He could hear the magical music and dialogue from Bambi that only Disney could produce. It was the same magic that captivated Sam as a kid, and sadly movies since would never be the same. Not in Sam's book. Letting Stevie and Stacy get sucked up in their own little Disney world, Sam stepped out of the door's frame and closed the hotel door behind him. The night air was stuffy and thick, which wasn't helping the blonde's situation in the least bit. It was already hard to breathe, even without trying to inhale oxygen in a moist atmosphere. Sam almost froze up, gasping, but kept his composure.

"I..." he trailed off, trying to spit syllables out at Kurt. However, his mouth was fighting against him. "I, uh..." Sam couldn't force himself to look at Kurt. He just couldn't. The confidence that he had built up earlier was washed away. Gone. The athlete let out a hearty sigh and kept his gaze down at his feet, trying to arrange his thoughts. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering like a horde of inmates in an insane asylum, battering against his stomach walls. A sharp pain infiltrated his temples and his throat became sandpaper. His palms were soaking wet and clammy. Sam tried to swallow his fear away, but his throat fought back. Another stammering noise escaped the boy's throat. He was sure that from Kurt's perspective, it looked like he was going crazy. Or choking. Or something.

Sam stopped. He closed his eyes, and forced himself to try and cool off. As his palms wiped at the sides of his pants, the blonde tried to force his breathing into a regular pace. Slowly but surely, the butterflies in his stomach all started to fly in one direction. Sam swallowed, finally having his throat salivated again. He could do this. His eyes fluttered open, seeing Kurt in front of him. The odd spectacle was an interesting sight; Kurt's porcelain-like features combined with his fabulous fashion choices seemed out-of-place in the dim light of the dirty hotel's exterior. However, deeper in the tableau was one of Sam's best friends. One that would understand anything Sam had to say. He was sure of it. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find the words to express his feelings. "K-Kurt, I'm, uh..." he started, hands shaking.

More silence. Sam's insides were tearing him apart, begging him to come out to Kurt. The space between them was only a foot or so, but it felt like hundreds of miles. Like a pressurized valve about to explode, Sam decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He had to let Kurt know, one way or another. Closing the gap between the two, Sam leaned in towards Kurt. He didn't check to see if people were watching, or if Stevie and Stacy were within eyesight. At that point, the blonde didn't care. In one fluid motion, Sam's lips met Kurt's. He wasn't trying to make out with Kurt or fill the kiss with passion. No, his lips barely moved, if at all. He simply wanted the kiss to pass on information that his lips otherwise wouldn't tell. Hopefully Kurt would understand.

However, Sam instantly regretted his action. As if on cue, he found his voice again.

As the tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn't handle looking at Kurt without bursting into waterworks. "I'm so, so sorry, Kurt," he stammered with a cracked voice.

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( TAGGED ) Kurt Hummel
( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
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[KURT HUMMEL]

,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<

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>>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste

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Kurt looked up to Sam with worried eyes. He knew what the look of fear, confusion, and wanting acceptance looked like. He saw the look in his own face each time he glanced in the mirror. He knew what it felt like to sit and wish for acceptance. From anyone who would give it. He knew what fear felt like, and confusion. The three things mixed together just made Kurt an emotional wreck. Sam was glancing around everywhere, his eyes settling on different things all over the place, but he never once looked directly at Kurt. ”Sam, it’s alright. I won’t tell anyone if it’s something you really need to keep secret, okay? And if you’re not comfortable with telling me, you don’t have to. I’ll try to help you the best I can.” He looked into Sam’s eyes and gave him his best smile, assuring that whatever Sam said wouldn’t be told to anyone else. Kurt Hummel didn’t mess around. He kept his secrets.

Kurt was seriously ready to tear up right then and there. He knew Sam already had a huge amount of stress upon him, and something was clearly nagging at him at the moment. He watched as Sam shuffled around a little and averted his gaze to his feet. ”Sam…” he wanted to walk up and hug the boy.. do something but held himself back. Wait, Kurt thought. Could he be… no. He isn’t. Kurt shook the thought away as Sam looked up at him.

Kurt wasn’t expecting what happened next. In fact, he was expecting something totally different. He was expecting something like ”I got Quinn pregnant when we were still together.” or ”I cheated and I don’t know what to do.” But the unthinkable seemed to happen. Something that Kurt had wished for a few months ago, something that he knew wasn't possible. He
He wasn’t expecting Sam to lean forward, closing the small gap between the two.

“Oh," Kurt whispered before Sam’s lips were on his. The kiss didn’t last long, just a few short seconds. It was Kurt’s first real kiss, since he had pushed the unwanted kiss with Karofsky far back in his mind. And… in truth… he liked Sam’s lips on his. He had dreamt of kissing Sam before, when Sam first transferred to McKinley. He never thought it would actually happen. Sam had proved that he wasn’t gay to Kurt. But now… now what? What was Kurt supposed to do? Kiss him back? He closed his eyes and decided to kiss Sam back in the last few seconds before they broke apart. ”I see…” Kurt blushed a little and peeked up to Sam.

”No, Sam. Don’t be sorry. Seriously, you’re having a tough time. I’m.. I’m here for you, no matter what.” He smiled and put a hesitant hand on Sam’s shoulder. ”And that kiss wasn’t so bad… I actually kind of... liked it.” He spoke quickly. Kurt decided that Sam was being truthful about his feelings, so he wouldn’t hold back anything he needed to say. He actually wanted to kiss Sam again. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the taller boy. He looked up to Sam’s face and frowned after he saw tears. ”Hey, no crying. It’s alright.” He smiled, hoping he wasn’t going too far by hugging Sam.

But… what about Blaine? He had spent months dreaming about Blaine, he had a picture of the boy in his locker! But now it seemed that he really liked Sam. Maybe even a bit more than Blaine. Besides, Blaine was just a flirt. Kurt was sure that his love for Blaine was completely unrequited. It would never happen. But Sam… did this mean Sam was in love with him? Or was he just trying to get a point across? What was Kurt supposed to do now? How would he tell Blaine about this? How would he tell Mercedes? How would he tell Finn? All of these thoughts swam through his head within a matter of seconds before he mentally told his thoughts to just shut up.

”So,” Kurt blurted out before he could think the question through. ”Does this mean…” he left the question open-ended, not wanting to push his luck. 'Kurt, he's having a though time. Shut up before you embarrass yourself.' He thought to himself. He put a hand on his forehead and muttered "I'm being too forward... I'm sorry." Honestly, he really didn't know what to say. Although he was shocked, the fact that Sam was attracted to guys didn't surprise him much. After all, he was one of the first to question if Sam was gay when Sam first came to McKinley. He looked back up to Sam and gave him a slight grin.

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[/li][li]Comments;[/font][/b] Eep! They kissed! Wait, the Klaine kiss is a "Kliss" so what would this be called? Hahaha!
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[sam]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

A sea of emotion enveloped the athlete as he stood in the dim light of the hotel's parking lot, barely able to contain himself. The first to attack was guilt, primarily for placing Kurt in such an intense and sudden situation. It was truly uncalled for. Next up was sadness and confusion, not knowing what could possibly stem from his actions. Yet somewhere in the emotional flood, Sam felt a trace of happiness lingering around. Even though the kiss certainly couldn't be dubbed a passionate one, he loved it and already longed to touch Kurt's soft lips once more. However, the only thing stopping himself was the immense amount of guilt clouding his thoughts. The boy stared at the black pavement, not knowing what to do. Kurt's hand resting on his shoulder forced Sam to jump at the sudden contact. Tears welled up in his eyes as he listened to the fellow gay male's voice. A grin began to creep over the blonde's face at the comment of how well the kiss went, but was repressed just as quickly. He felt horrible.

Eyes glared at the pavement, not knowing what to do. He could feel his voice already cracking, even without speaking. Luckily, Kurt had taken the reins of the situation and embraced the blonde in a hug. Sam had just begun to fight holding his tears back, but feeling Kurt's arms reach around himself sent a strong stream of waterworks from his puffy eyes. Without hesitation Sam matched Kurt's hug with an even stronger one, pulling the boy close against his chest. Because of a somewhat notable size difference between the two, Sam was able to softly rest his head on Kurt's. "I really am sorry," he cooed (also verifying that his voice was croaking), feeling more hot tears form.

As the hug pulled apart, the blonde eased himself down onto the sidewalk, letting his legs hang off onto the parking lot. Sam's hazel eyes stared off into the night at nothing in particular, once again wrapped up in extreme thought. How Kurt handled being gay and making it look so easy was beyond his own comprehension. Sam mentally noted the large amount of respect he held for the flamboyant male. Meanwhile, high-pitched laughs erupted from the other side of the motel's door. Apparently a funny bit was playing in Bambi, causing the two kids to burst out into a fit of laughter. The noise somewhat sobered up Sam, clearing his mind. It was odd, but he felt... happy. Besides, Kurt liked the kiss. Maybe the situation wouldn't turn out too bad after all.

Kurt started rambling on about something, striking a chord within Sam. Wrinkles formed above his brows as the athlete thought about what Kurt was talking about. Did this- did this mean that Kurt actually returned the feelings? Sam couldn't help but blush at how Kurt tried to compose himself. A loud, unattractive sniffle roared from Sam's nose as he tried to get rid of the snot forming from his crying spree. "Don't worry, Kurt," he stated, attempting to wipe away the tears from his eyes, "I like you, too." Hopefully he wasn't scaring Kurt too much, breaking through into what the boy was trying to say. A beaming smile broke across Sam's face as he looked up at Kurt from his reclined position. It was scary to think about how horrible he looked right now, with the puffy eyes and the dried tear marks. Regardless, a strong hand reached up and plucked at Kurt's, hoping to pull him down so the two could sit together.

( NOTES ) [/b] I can't think of a good kiss name. Oh well. xD
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( TAGGED ) Kurt Hummel
( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
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