Sam smiled back over at Kurt almost shyly, biting down on his lip a bit before he had to avert his gaze and switch it over to Stacy and Stevie instead. He wasn’t sure why, but he always got bashful around Kurt. He wasn’t sure what it was about the brunet (but Sam figured it was a combination of just about everything), but for some reason, Kurt Hummel had a way of putting a blush on his cheeks and goofy smile on his lips all in the same turn.
His eyes flickered over to his siblings as he felt Kurt’s fingers dancing along the denim of his jeans. His gaze shifted, focusing in on the tapered fingers and the familiar butterflies that the simple contact was sending into his stomach. His eyes locked onto Kurt’s, teal melting into glasz, and Sam knew just how easy it would be right now to lean in and close all of the distance separating them - but he also knew that Stevie and Stacy were a few feet away from them and that he couldn’t risk it.
Although he knew that he should risk it - it shouldn’t be a risk at all. Kurt was so out and proud and open about who he was, Sam didn’t know why it was so hard for him to be the same way. He admired so many things about Kurt that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to tell him, but his openness and his bravery were definitely two of the things that he adored the most.
He hoped that Quinn would just come to her senses after a while, realize that Puck wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he didn’t know if that would happen. Whenever it did though, he knew that would be it for their relationship and that would be it for Sam’s facade entirely. He’d already made the promise to Kurt, months ago, the night of the first day of school. Sam had somehow managed to talk Kurt into climbing up onto his roof with him because it had the best view of the night sky, and it was then that he’d made the promise that as soon as Quinn made her feelings for Puck known, that Sam would come out. He wasn’t going to back down on his promise because if there was one thing about Sam Evans that always held true, it was that he always tried to keep his word.
Sam frowned slightly, his stomach lurching a bit, as Kurt’s hand pulled away from Sam’s own and the brunet moved toward the other plate. “I’m sure if you were the one making it, even if Carole helped, that it looks awesome and tastes awesome.” He quirked an eyebrow at Kurt, sending him a knowing look and a playful smile. “And you’re talking to a guy who eats Cool Ranch Doritos straight out of the bag and dry Cheerios without milk - I’m like the most easy to please person on the planet.”
Kurt pulled away the foil and Sam found himself staring back at a plate full of cupcakes, cupcakes adorned with reds and blacks and…webs. His lips rolled inward before tugging into a wide smile at the realization of what Kurt had made. “These are Spider-Man,” he told him, his eyes flickering back up to Kurt’s. He shook his head in disbelief for a few seconds before taking the plate from him and sitting it down next to him on the counter.
His eyes briefly turned to Stacy and Stevie, the two of them seemed to be engaged in some debate over the chocolate-covered rice treats and, because of that, they seemed distracted enough. Swiftly and effortlessly, Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against Kurt’s briefly, a kiss so fleeting that it was almost over as soon as it had started. He pulled back, biting down on his lip with cheeks flushed. He moved down to grab one of the cupcakes before looking back over at Kurt and shaking his head with a slight laugh.
“I don’t actually know if I want to eat this,” he said, smirking. “It like…looks perfect and it’s Spider-Man, and I’m really messy when I eat cupcakes.” He poked his tongue out to lick his lips before sitting it back down on the plate and grabbing one of the rice treats instead. “Guess I’ll stick with this for now,” he teased before breaking off a piece of it and offering it to Kurt.
It was a brief moment before glasz eyes dared to look up and away from the tray currently at his fingertips. He was suddenly nervous, the feelings fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he held out the treats he’d made especially for Sam. He’d went through recipe after recipe, not stopping until he was certain that he’d picked the perfect one that would appeal to the blond. Even through all of the effort, he’d known it would be worth it. It’d be worth the smile that he could see gracing Sam’s lips as he dared to look up, finding himself lost in the captivation of green eyes. Spider-Man was the farthest from his mind, as well as the multitude of designs he’d started and thrown away until he’d gotten the perfect one. Even amidst the business of the youngest Evans’ children, the only thing Kurt could focus on was those bright green eyes, and how they reflected much more than the brunet would ever be able to admit to loving.
Staring into those adoring eyes distracted Kurt enough to be genuinely surprised as soft lips met his own. He only had a brief second for his eyes to slide closed, the moment being stored away for keepsake as those same lips pulled away. It was times like this that Kurt cherished, no matter their current circumstances. Sure, Sam was living what resembled a double-life with he and Quinn, but in those moments with stolen kisses and gentle brushes of fingertips, Kurt was reminded that it was all worth it. It would always be worth what they had to face, as long as he had Sam at his side. Glasz revealed themselves, finding green gazing back at him. The smallest of smiles pulled upwards on his lips, a slight tint of red adorning his cheeks as he forced himself to look away; only to find himself being pulled back as if by magnetic force.
“You don’t want to eat it?” His smile twisted into a smirk, though Kurt meant nothing maliciously. He knew what Sam meant, affirmed by his following sentence. He let out a tiny sigh, feigning hurt and turning away, nose in the air in mock disappointment. Trying to be convincing was as much as a failure as he thought it’d be because Sam was offering him a treat and tracing his lips with a deft tongue. He shook his head in a decline, holding up a hand to stop Sam his offer. “I made these just for you, but thank you for sharing.”
The countertenor moved slightly, elbow brushing up against Sam’s knee as he came to rest at his side again. Palms rested on the edge of the counter-top, ready to hoist Kurt up to sit alongside of his secret boyfriend, but a foreign hand came up to tug onto his jeans before he could do so. Kurt smiled at Stacy as he turned, finding arms wrapping around his frame the best they could. Stevie was at his side next, quickly hugging him before running off with a cupcake hanging halfway at his mouth. Stacy’s, “thank you, Kurty,” was met with an embrace of his own, fingers absentmindedly brushing away the cookie crumbs settled on the edge of her mouth.
“I envy you sometimes, Samuel.” He watched as the blonde girl ran to catch up with her brother, eyes staying stationed on the next room over where they could be seen wrestling on the couch. He didn’t look away as he spoke, his smile only growing with each passing second. “I love Finn, but he’s nowhere near as entertaining nor adorable as those two are.” Stacy let out a victorious yell as she claimed the remote, Stevie’s arms folding in themselves as he admitted defeat, another treat being shoved into the frown on his face. “Well, now that I live with him anyway.”
He hadn’t ever told Sam about the previous crush that he’d had on his step-brother, but he’d never seen the need to mention it either. Instead of pulling himself on top of the counter, he twisted his body gracefully, hand sliding gently across the top of Sam’s kneecaps as he came to a stop. His hand rested on one for but a moment before he pulled it away, fingertips trailing lightly over the jean fabric. “And the way they look up to you? It’s like they know just as much as I how honorable you are. I’ve never really liked kids, but those two grew on me swiftly.”
His smirk returned, a playful glint in his eye as he pulled away his hand. “Kind of like you did, I suppose.” His hand raised lightly, brushing back stray blond locks from in front of those green eyes. “Like your dye-job,” his voice trailed off, fingertips tracing their way down to Sam’s chin. “Your lips.” His thumb stuck out, lightly tracing Sam’s bottom lip, wiping away any instance of the rice treat found there. “Your eyes,” he whispered, eyes meeting the shining green in front of him. He went to speak again, but his hand was yanked away as a voice yelled to the kitchen, grabbing his attention. Stacy’s yell called out for the two to join them, and Kurt stifled a laugh at how he’d pulled away, scared that he’d gotten Sam caught.
And as he grasped Sam’s hand to pull him along into the living room, he frowned slightly at how he’d thought it was necessary to; but more at the guilt he felt for thinking so.
Sam’s eyes flickered over to Kurt, his heart skipping a beat as Kurt leaned his lither frame against the blond’s. He nudged him back with his own shoulder. “Well, I like you being in this house, so it’s a win-win,” he said quietly, a small smile playing at his lips.
Stacy and Stevie managed to get the foil off of the tray, the two of them batting their hands at one another as they fought over one of the treats. He held his gaze on them for a few seconds before looking back over at Kurt and flashing him a wide, albeit somewhat cautious, grin. He hopped up on the counter, allowing his legs to dangle along the cabinets beneath his feet.
He took one more peek over in Stacy and Stevie’s direction before reaching over to latch onto Kurt’s hand and tugging him forward so that he was closer to him. Every time his skin came into contact with Kurt’s, he felt familiar sparks and pulses of energy surging through him and today was no exception. He figured it’d be something that would go away after having been together for so long, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
He couldn’t do anything all that affectionate with Stacy and Stevie around - even though Stacy called Kurt Sam’s ‘boyfriend’ all the time, he hardly thought that she meant it in the literal sense - but he still liked to have Kurt as close to him as possible whenever he got the chance.
At school, he sat by him in glee club and he sometimes was able to graze his hand against the brunet’s when they sat at lunch together, but there was always some other body surrounding them, and it was almost always Quinn. Even if Quinn knew about their situation, it didn’t make matters any easier and she trusted Sam to keep up his end of the deal, so he had to just that…even if he could tell how much it bothered Kurt.
The knowledge that it bothered Kurt was enough alone to make Sam want to call off the entire plan, to break things off with Quinn and just come out already. He knew he was going to eventually, he knew that he wanted to be with Kurt, so why couldn’t he just take that final step forward?
Right now, Sam was going to try and not think about it. Right now was one of the rare chances that he got to be around Kurt outside of school, and he wanted to savor it. he leaned in gently, nudging their foreheads together before sitting back slightly and smiling back at him. “Hey,” he told him again. “I’ve missed you.”
He leaned up against the counter-top, just close enough to Sam for them to have only a few inches separating them. Glasz eyes settled on Stacy and Stevie as they fought to get the tray unwrapped, their fingers quickly wrapping around the chocolate and marshmallow treats that were waiting for them inside. He knew Stevie loved homemade rice krispies just as much as Stacy loved anything chocolate; and from the way Carole was beginning to help him bake lately, Kurt was beginning to believe that she had found out their preference, too. It was only a matter of time before someone questioned him, but one look at Sam had him knowing that he’d keep quiet, no matter who was begging to know.
He felt a hand in his, pulling him closer to the warm body sat atop the counter. Over the past months, Kurt had gotten use to that; to the way Sam couldn’t stand not to be touching, even if it was just their legs grazing up against one another ‘accidentally’ during Glee, or how he insisted Kurt sit next to him at lunch. Kurt secretly loved every minute of it; each touch was comforting, each embrace protective. He’d never admit it to Sam, but he was happier than he’d ever been.
Stacy made a satisfied squeal as she caught a plummeting piece that had broken off of her brownie. Kurt’s eyes crinkled in delight as he watched the two kids, but they really lit up when they turned to face the blond boy beside him. From his new space, he’d let one of his arms rest on the counter, his fingertips absentmindedly playing with the fabric of Sam’s jeans. His thumb traced light patterns into the material, semblances of affection that Kurt was too shy to risk saying out loud.
“What can I say? I’m hard not to.” With an upturned smile, he turned his nose, as if signifying that he’d known Sam’s admittance all along. He was only able to hold his gaze away before his eyes traveled back to those sparkling orbs; they always found their way back, glasz attracted to green like a magnet. Kurt couldn’t explain it, but there was something that Sam’s eyes offered him that he had never been able to explain. Safety, protection, adoration; he didn’t know what he’d ever done to deserve the blond, but he’d never give him up.
That realization was what made their situation bearable. Quinn may be using Sam to make someone else jealous, and Sam may just be using her as a beard, but none of the jealousy that Kurt felt would ever be more than what he felt towards the boy his sight was set on. None of it mattered as long as Sam was comfortable; Kurt would never be able to ask for Sam to do something he wasn’t ready to do. He’d just have to wait until they could do what they wanted; it’s not like they couldn’t get away with a few things anyway.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he whispered, a half-smile marking it’s way onto his lips as he nudged the blond forehead with his own. He pulled back briefly, hand still running along the fabric of those jeans before it was gone, Kurt stepping away towards the tray of unwrapped treats. He picked up the green-foiled platter, practically skipping back to the blond. “Now, I must warn you. These are possibly more delicious than they are attractive, but Carole insisted on helping.” Fingers made quick work of the foil, pulling it back just enough to reveal what was resting underneath.
Cupcakes adorned with different colored icings greeted Sam. They were chocolate based with red dye, black icing weaving makeshift webs across the top. In the middle, the chocolate thickened to make two areas, where yellow icing finished it off, making eyes. Amongst the Spider-Man themed cupcakes rested different shaped cookies, with just a few rice treats. A light blush tinted Kurt’s cheeks as he looked down at them, suddenly too shy to look up. “I had to make sure I picked out the right design, but.. I hope you like them.”
Sam peered over at his younger sister Stacy from where she’d just plopped down at the edge of his bed, kicking her legs from wide to side with a playful smile on her lips. “So, Kurtie’s coming over?” she asked in a sing-song voice, her blonde head tilted to the side.
Sam had to force himself to bite back his smile as he nodded back at her. “Yeah,” he told her. “He’s bringing something for you and Stevie.”
Stacy’s eyes widened and lit up at that, but Sam playfully shook his head back at her as his way of telling her that she wasn’t getting anymore out of him than that. With a pout and a sigh, she nodded before hurrying out of her brother’s room and calling out to her other brother. Sam turned back around in his seat, staring down at the homework assignment that he’d been avoiding doing up until just now. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyway, not with Kurt claiming to be showing up at Sam’s house in just a matter of minutes.
It was almost winter of their senior year, and the two of them had been together (although not really officially - or, well, publicly - together) since the previous June. During the summer, they’d had all the time in the world to spend as much time together as possible, and they hadn’t had to worry about anyone ever seeing them together because no one ever did see them together. But once school had started back up, Sam had found himself still in the same hole that he’d been in back in June…he couldn’t go public. The idea of coming out to his parents was still making his stomach churn and twist into knots.
The only person who knew was Quinn, and she’d promised to keep his secret so long as he stayed with her to make Puck jealous. It was quite the set-up that the two of them had going, but it didn’t change the fact that he never actually got to hold hands with the person who he wanted to hold hands with.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to repay Kurt for how he’d been through all of this. Kurt was a big enough person, a great enough person, to still stand by Sam even with the state of their relationship. He was okay with only getting to see Sam at night or on weekends, after football games or for five seconds in between classes. He knew that guys like Kurt didn’t wait forever for guys like Sam though, and he owed him a public relationship. The last thing he wanted was to ever lose Kurt.
“He’s here!” Stacy called out from downstairs, clearly spotting Kurt’s Navigator pulling into the driveway. Sam dropped his pencil into the pages of his textbook before standing up and heading out of his room and toward the front door.
He opened it up before Kurt could even knock, and a warm and dopey smile curved onto his face before he could stop it. “Hey,” he said quietly, warmly, as he let Kurt in. Stacy and Stevie practically leaped for one of the trays in Kurt’s hands, but Sam reached for them before they could and stuck his tongue out at them playfully before moving to put them in the kitchen, his siblings quick on his tail.
Sam looked over at Kurt, biting down on his lip slightly. “Thanks for bringing these,” he told him sincerely. Really, he could have cared less about the desserts that Kurt had brought over to his house, all he really cared about was that he got to see Kurt at all.
Kurt closed his laptop with a satisfied smile, lips quirked just slightly like they always did whenever his thoughts were focused solely on one person: Sam. He didn’t have too much time to get ready before he needed to head over, knowing that Stevie and Stacy would want to eat a few of the treats he’d made just for them before they had to go to bed. If he waited too long, Mary Evans wouldn’t let them in fear of them being up for the rest of the night. But Kurt had been around long enough to know what times of the night he could get away with, as well as the consequences from the children themselves if he didn’t show up before their bedtime.
Standing from his desk, he crossed his room quickly, tugging a snug, trim jacket from his closet that would help shield him from the cold. His house was warm, but it was chilly outside; he knew he’d only be tugging it off as soon as he set foot into the Evans’ household, knowing that it’d be warm and welcoming like it always had been. Zipping up the asymmetrical garb, he set on his way downstairs, descending the stairs with a quickened step. He ignored the upturned brow that his grin garnished from his step-brother, managing to ignore the potato-chip covered question that was thrown at him as he passed through the living room. He figured that his brother could guess where he was headed; Finn had always pretty much been able to guess where Kurt was heading, though if he suspected anything, he hadn’t spoken up yet.
“Dad?” He spoke as he entered the kitchen, pulling his father’s attention away from the newspaper he was reading. Burt folded down the top-left page, shooting his son a curious glance. Before Kurt could speak, his dad waved him off with a, “Carole already told me you were going to take those treats to the Evans’. Give Sam’s parents a hello, will ya? And don’t keep those children up too late.” This earned a smirk from Kurt, who only nodded to himself and picked up the two trays that he’d cleverly divided. One was wrapped in red and the other green, though if you asked Kurt why he was already getting into the Christmas spirit, he’d deny being in such a state. There were other reasons he’d chosen the two colors, some tying in with the comic book preferences of one Sam Evans.
With the trays in his hands, he passed by his dad, pressing a light kiss to the side of his baseball cap before exiting. Finn waved him off with another mouth full of food, though Carole herself was found outside, overlooking a few of the plants she’d began growing when they’d all moved in together. With a smile, Kurt was off, the Navigator giving a delightful hum as he started his baby up. From there, it was just a short drive filled with sing-alongs, Kurt unable to help the grin that widened as he got closer to his destination. He thought of how he was lucky to have found Sam, though he knew that the journey there hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant one. He’d had to deal with a few bumps on the way - Finn, Blaine - but now that he was with Sam, none of that seemed to matter.
No, their relationship wasn’t perfect. Sam was still in the closet, but Kurt didn’t hold it against him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss being able to walk down the halls hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, but he cared for Sam more than that. Kurt Hummel wasn’t one to force anyone out of the closet; he’d be there for Sam every step of the way, if the blond would let him. There was also Quinn; the cheerleader who was both a friend to them and currently posing as Sam’s girlfriend.
That was another thing that wasn’t perfect about their relationship, but Kurt hadn’t detested it aloud. If Sam felt the need to cover their relationship with a fake one with Quinn, Kurt was supposed to be supportive. His understanding was that it was a mutual agreement, one that helped Sam rather than hurt him, so who was he to speak against it? Yes, it was getting harder to see Quinn and Sam fake-flirting in public, holding hands or pressing the faintest of kisses to the other’s cheek. But each time he saw the actions, he’d convince himself to look away; to swallow the jealousy the threatened to boil up inside of him. If he didn’t, it’d only make things worse. He’d lose Sam, and he didn’t want that.
He was so used to the drive that he hadn’t realized he’d arrived until he was already shutting off his car and walking up the steps to Sam’s house, trays still in hand. The door was opened for him before he’d even come to a complete stop, a shyly smiling Sam Evans gazing out at him before taking the trays out of his hands. “Hi, Samuel,” he breathed faintly, glasz meeting green and he had to remind himself to breathe just like every time he was around his boyfriend. Stacy and Stevie’s excited yells brought his attention away from those bright eyes, and Kurt stepped inside, bending down to pull the children into a tight embrace.
Pulling away, he winked to them, lightly tapping Stacy on the nose with his index finger. “Yours and Stevie’s are divided in the red foil. Maybe you can guess whose is which?” At this, the two took off racing behind Sam, and Kurt shut the door behind himself to not let the warmth from the house escape. He followed everyone into the kitchen, unzipping his jacket as he leaned up next to his friend, their shoulders brushing together just slightly. “You’re welcome, Samuel. You know I enjoy this house as much as my own.”
I wasn’t hiding them from them! I was just…not really letting them have them yet. Totally not the same thing! And I didn’t mean for Stevie to take that out on you. But, I’ll see you in a few :)
…really?
It’s okay, even though I had to bribe him into speaking to me again with a new Batman toy. I may have divided some treats for you and them, so they don’t sneak into your stash. I’ll be over soon!
Like I said, I will never admit it again.. :)
(Source: sweetestporcelain)
I’m trusting you, Kurt Hummel. And yeah, that’s totally fine. I’m sure Stacy and Stevie would pretty much kill to have baked goods in the house. Okay, not that they’d like actually kill because they’re kids and… yeah. Just bring them over…now?
Pretty sure I’m the lucky one, but whatever helps you sleep at night.
I’ll bring them over now, so long as you promise not to hide them from your siblings again. I know I’m quite the pâtissier, but last time they barely got one before you shared. I don’t think I can handle the silent treatment from Stevie a second time.
Usually it’s your goodnight texts that help, but I’ll never admit that again.
(Source: sweetestporcelain)
Well, see now I just want to know what it is and that’s not fair.
But yeah, I guess for you I can wait and find out.
Even if it goes without saying I still feel like I need to say it because it’s true.
Just take my word on it; it’ll be worth the wait. On another note, I helped Carole in the kitchen earlier, and we ended up making too many baked goods. Since I can’t risk having them in the house, I thought I might bring them to yours?
I’m not going to lie: it’s nice to hear you say it. It reminds me of how lucky I am.
(Source: sweetestporcelain)
Uh yeah, I’m sure they’d be totally down for that. And Stacy and Stevie have been talking about
and I miss youso yeah.But if it’s top secret does that mean that I don’t get to know where it is?
Excellent. I think they’re going to love it. Something tells me that you might, too.
And yes, Samuel, top secret means that even you can’t know. I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, hm? I miss you, too. That goes without saying.
(Source: sweetestporcelain)
Not terrible, thank you. I hope you’re as lovely as ever?
I’m hanging in there. Coach was drilling us at practice today.
I’m sure. Coach Sylvester isn’t known for being a pushover, after all. Maybe you should just focus on relaxing.
Hello, Samuel.
Hey Kurt.
I’ve been running through ideas for Stevie and Stacy this weekend; do you suppose your parents will let us take them out for a bit? I might have found a place that they’ll enjoy, but it’s top secret.
