Sam couldn’t believe how hot it was. Sure, it was June but it felt like his skin was going to melt off of him. He began to walk towards his car, not being able to wait for the comfort of some air conditioning and some summer tunes. All of a sudden, water covered his body and he heard a girl laughing.
When he rubbed the water from his face and opened his eyes he saw Santana standing by her car in a bathing suit holding a bucket in one hand and a hose in the other. She was in the middle of washing her car which was parked a few cars down from his.
“What’s wrong, Trouty? Did being covered in water remind you of your childhood in the lake?” She laughed and shook her head at him. He started to laugh with her and ran to give her a hug.
“How do you like that, Santana?” He rubbed all the water from his shirt onto her and she tried to get away. She was laughing too hard to escape his arms. Finally she just put her hands around his neck and looked into his eyes.
“Are you proud of yourself because you actually got a girl wet for once?” Sam loved her quick sense of humor and they both laughed. Santana kissed him and then turned back to her car. “Wanna help me out?” He had nothing else to do, so of course he picked up a sponge and started to wipe her windows.
“Why are you washing your car by yourself in a bathing suit?” Sam was curious as to why she would be in a school parking lot wearing a bikini, covered in bubbles and water. Unless it was all for him to begin with. That thought made him smile.
“You know, I am a really big charity kind of gal. I figured what better donation to give to this school than a glimpse at me in a bikini?” She winked and hosed off the suds that Sam had spread on the windshield. Then she moved the hose to point at Sam and he threw the sponge of suds onto her. He ducked under the car and took the bubbles off of the car to throw at Santana. By the end, they were more covered in bubbles and water than the car was.
“Man, I never thought that washing a car could be fun. I hate cleaning.” Sam threw the sponge into the bucket of water and walked over to Santana. Even with a face covered in bubbles, she still looked beautiful.
“You’re kind of cute. In an aquatic way.” Santana giggled and Sam took her face in his hands. He kissed her, and to his surprise she kissed back just as enthusiastically.
“Hey beautiful, why don’t we meet up at your place, and you can put on some actual dry clothes and we’ll go out tonight.” Sam smiled. Santana bit her lip.
“Let’s stay in.”
It was nine o’clock on a Friday, and Kurt was lying on his bed reading a magazine. He was mad because Blaine was too busy ‘punching the bag’ to come over. He was lonely, and he really wanted some company. Finn was at Rachel’s, and his dad and Finn’s mom were out of town for the weekend to visit relatives. He couldn’t believe on such a glorious occasion of having a house to himself, Blaine was busy working out at the gym. He had gone through a Barbra Streisand movie and had moved onto a magazine. He was having a wild Friday night alone.
He heard a car door slam, but assumed it was the neighbors so didn’t bother to look out the window. But then he heard the front door open and slam shut. His heart started racing. He had never had something like this happen. What if someone was breaking in? But when he looked out the window, he saw a familiar car. Blaine? He ran to his door and opened it to find Blaine running up the stairs. He was in a wife beater, glistening with sweat. His muscular arms were exposed and his hair stuck to his forehead.
“Blaine… what are you doing here?” Blaine just ran up to Kurt and gripped his face. The kiss that he gave him was the most passionate Kurt had ever felt. It knocked the wind out of Kurt and he was turned on by his sexy muscular man in front of him. When Blaine pulled away, Kurt saw desperation in his eyes.
“I need you, Kurt. Now.” Kurt didn’t say a word, and just started kissing him again. Blaine pushed Kurt backwards back into his room and onto his bed. The only thing that they could hear was each other’s breathing, and it was intensifying as more items of clothing were removed. Kurt got on top of Blaine and kissed down his hard chest and licked his abs. He loved Blaine’s body more than anything.
“Fuck. Kurt…please.” Blaine put his hand over Kurt’s and led it down to the hard bulge in his underwear. Kurt smiled.
“Gladly.” Kurt slowly pulled down Blaine’s underwear exposing his huge dick. Kurt kissed it up and down, flicking the top with his tongue, making it even harder. Kurt knew he loved when he did that. Then he slid it into his mouth and went as deep as he could. Blaine began to moan, because Kurt knew all the right places to kiss, and lick, and suck.
“My turn.” Blaine kicked off his underwear and then grabbed Kurt by the waist to flip him over. He took off Kurt’s underwear and began to tease him with his tongue. Kurt bit his lip as he watched Blaine take his erection into his mouth as far as possible. They both were ready to take it up a notch.
Kurt turned around, onto his elbows and knees. Blaine knew the lube was in Kurt’s second drawer and gladly reached for it. He covered his dick with it, and then coated his fingers in it as well. He made sure to insert his fingers into Kurt’s ass to prepare it for what was coming. Kurt was begging him for it, and Blaine was ready.
Blaine kissed Kurt’s back, and then slowly inserted his dick into Kurt. They both moaned in sheer pleasure. Blaine loved the feeling of something so tight around his erection, and Kurt loved his boyfriend being inside of him. The rhythm intensified, and Kurt was gripping the pillow so hard it was starting to rip.
As Blaine was thrusting inside of him, Kurt was playing with himself, which added so much pleasure for him. Blaine’s hands were gripping Kurt’s ass, because it was his favorite part of Kurt’s body. He couldn’t resist.
“Fuck, Blaine I’m gonna cum.” Kurt screamed. Blaine went harder and faster than he had before, and Kurt and Blaine finished in perfect unison for the first time ever.
When they were done, they lied next to each other breathing heavily.
“That was…” Blaine smiled and sighed.
“The first time that has ever happened.” Kurt laughed. Blaine usually finished first, and Kurt was so overjoyed that they were able to finish at the same time. “What was that all about anyway, babe?”
Blaine shrugged and kissed Kurt’s forehead. “I was just really, really horny.”
Kurt giggled and touched Blaine’s abs. “Well I love me some sweaty muscles.”
Kurt sat, legs crossed, hands folded, waiting for Mr. Schuester to arrive with the new music for nationals. He had been praying that it wouldn’t be another old Journey song or an overdone broadway tune, and he bounced in his seat in anticipation. Suddenly he felt two warm and familiar hands on his shoulder. He turned around to see his beautiful boyfriend gazing at him.
“Hello, dear.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead and sat down next to him.
“You’re still nervous about the song?” Blaine laughed lovingly at Kurt’s adorable concern. Kurt shrugged.
“It’s a big deal, Blaine. This could make or break my career. NYADA won’t accept a national failure.” Blaine shook his head and kissed Kurt quickly.
“Kurt, I have to talk to you.” A deep voice boomed from the doorway, and emerged from the shadow of the door. Blaine and Kurt squinted to see Sam standing there in a hoodie and jeans, hood up and looking down.
“Uhm… for what reason?” Kurt inquired, puzzled. Blaine was just as confused, and began to clench his fist. He saw the way Sam’s eyes traced the outline of Kurt’s adorable behind every time he walked to the piano, and he hated it. Sam intimidated him. He was a good looking guy, with a fantastic voice and a killer smile. He couldn’t help but compare himself to Sam every time he looked at him.
“I just do. This is serious.” Sam looked distraught and Kurt began to be worried. He was aware of all the problems that Sam had at home and was terrified that something awful had happened. He looked at Blaine with a questioning look. Blaine sighed.
“Go.” Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine’s cheek before running over to Sam.
“Sam, is everything alright? Is it your parents? The kids?” Sam grabbed Kurt’s hand and brought him outside of the classroom. “What are you doing?” Sam pushed Kurt against the wall.
“Do you feel what I feel?” Sam asked him breathily. Kurt breathed heavily, but out of fear. He shook his head, and looked at Sam’s eyes. He was tearing up to Kurt’s surprise. He was genuinely perplexed and had no idea what Sam was talking about. “Between us.”
“You and I?” Kurt practically screamed. Sam put his hand over Kurt’s mouth and uncovered it to kiss him. Kurt pushed Sam off of him.
“What the hell are you doing, Sam? I have a boyfriend if you didn’t know.” He shook his head violently and wanted to punch Sam right in the face for treating him like he could just kiss him for the hell of it. Kurt was madly in love with Blaine and wasn’t going to let some guy like Sam mess it up for him.
“I know you have a boyfriend. But who cares. Life is too short to waste your time on people who don’t deserve your time. It’s also too short to let things go that matter to you. This is why I am telling you this. Did I ever want to come out and say that I had feelings for a guy? Hell no, Kurt. Realistically… this could ruin me. But I care enough about you and us, that I don’t give a shit. I want to be with you. And you are more important to me than any football team or reputation. Please just give me a shot Kurt. I know you feel something too. I can see it when you look at me. The way you help me out when no one else wants to. There has to be something there.” Sam rubbed his head and punched a locker. “I am so fucking stupid for even telling you this.” Sam began to walk away and as he turned he saw Blaine.
“Are you serious?” Blaine screamed at him. He began to walk toward him and Sam stood up straighter.
“What, Blaine? Are you scared because you know that I am more of a man than you could ever be for Kurt?” Sam got close to Blaine’s face.
“Oh yeah, Sam. Because you’re stable enough to take care of him. You can’t even pay to eat half the time.” Sam wanted nothing more than to punch Blaine right in the face.
“Stop it! Both of you!” Kurt ran over to them and pushed Sam’s chest. “Sam, I am with Blaine. If I wanted to be with you, I would be. Leave me alone, and stop mistaking friendliness for love.” Kurt shook his head at Sam and turned around to face Blaine. To Kurt’s dismay, his anger was not even close to subsiding. He walked past Kurt to Sam.
“Sam, stay the hell away from him. If I ever see you near him again, I will personally kick your ass. I may not be a muscular superstar, but I am his boyfriend. And that is something you will never, ever be.” Blaine scoffed in disgust in Sam’s face and walked back to Kurt. Kurt grabbed his hand and they walked back to the choir room. Sam was stuck there, just standing, staring, breathing, wishing. Wishing he could be with Kurt. He knew he handled it completely wrong, and he could never forgive himself.
Sugar held the sheet music in her hands and tried to make sense of what the notes meant. She didn’t know how to actually read music properly, and she knew inside that she had always used her family connections to be involved in music. She knew she didn’t really have an amazing voice but, hey, maybe if she convinced everyone she was confident in it then everyone would start to believe it too.
“Sugar?” Sugar smiled when she heard the familiar accent make its way through the room to her ears. As soon as she turned around she saw Rory standing there with his radiant smile and contagious happiness. She ran over and hugged him.
“Hi, Rory. Did you come to help me sing?” She held up the thick stack of paper that she had to memorize and he smiled.
“Well, I just wanted to see you. But if I can stick around longer by helping you with some notes, then I will gladly oblige.” He kissed her hand and she giggled.
“Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me, Rory. You know, I’m a star.” She put up her hands and cocked her hips to the side. Rory clapped and walked over to the piano to begin to play.
“So, this just a series of half notes, and what you have to do is-” Sugar sat down violently next to Rory. They locked eyes for a few seconds before he looked away. “Anyway, uh..”
“You have quite a set of eyes Rory.” Sugar stared into his eyes and then her gaze traveled to his smile. He immediately knew what she was after, but got up from the bench in pure, innocent fear. Sugar got up too, and just stared at him more.
“Let’s just start with the basics, okay? Some breathing techniques. Come here.” Sugar did as she was told, and stood in front of him. He looped around her and stood behind her, his front against her back. He put his hand around her and onto her stomach. Sugar smiled when she felt his breath against the back of her neck. “Singers have to breathe with their diaphragms.”
“Where’s that?” Sugar had never been taught this before, and this just reassured her belief that she was not a singer. This discouraged her and she almost walked away. But it was as if Rory could sense it, and held onto her tighter. She felt butterflies and knew that must be where her diaphragm was.
“It’s right where my hand is. Just breathe.” Sugar breathed in and her stomach went out and right back in. She smiled. She knew she had done it correctly because Rory sighed delightfully.
“Great job, Sugar.” Sugar quickly turned around and put her arms around Rory’s neck. Usually he would pull away, but he had such a desire to just try to kiss her once. Her confidence was adorable. She was beautiful, and he loved touching her and just being around her. He looked at her lips, and they were just asking to be kissed.
“Thanks, Rory.” Sugar smiled and Rory kissed her. He surprised himself and Sugar both. It was a nice, soft, sweet kiss. Rory was glad he did it, because she kissed back. It was perfect, and he knew they would be having more technique lessons in the future.
Kurt was meeting Blaine for a cup of coffee and was running late. Of course he hit every red light on the way there, and he knew Blaine was always on time for everything. When he finally got there, he ran in to avoid having Blaine wait any longer for him. When he opened the door, he saw his boyfriend at a table for two in the back. Only, instead of one seat being taken, both were taken. Instantly, Kurt felt the heat rush to his cheeks.
Blaine was laughing hysterically at something Sebastian said, and was too involved in the story that he most likely didn’t even notice that Kurt wasn’t on time. Kurt took a deep breath and walked over to the table. Blaine wasn’t facing him, Sebastian was. As soon as Sebastian locked eyes with Kurt, he stopped speaking. As if that weren’t suspicious enough, Blaine turned around right away as if he immediately understood.
“Kurt! Hey! We were just talking about you.” Blaine stood up to hug Kurt. Kurt didn’t hug back.
“You know Sebastian; I really think we should hang out some more. Apparently, you are just a hoot and a half, and I could learn a little something from you. I’m sorry to disturb your nice date. Excuse me, please.” Kurt walked away as fast as he could and heard Blaine following him. He didn’t stop walking until he got outside. He was certainly dramatic, but wasn’t really a fan of public scenes. As soon as the door shut and they were both outside Kurt didn’t hold back.
“Be honest, did you actually notice I was late?” Kurt asked. Blaine looked confused and nodded.
“Kurt, of course I did. Please don’t act like I am cheating on you because I was laughing at a funny story that Sebastian told me.” Blaine seemed angry, which genuinely surprised Kurt. Blaine was being oddly defensive when he usually just laughed these things off.
“Don’t you dare belittle my feelings, my concerns, my paranoia. That’s what this is about isn’t it? Oh Kurt, such a diva, such a drama queen, making something out of nothing. Well, Blaine this isn’t something out of nothing. Sebastian wants you, he has told me this straight to my face. Though you refuse to believe that he told me that, he did. I have voiced to you that I am not comfortable with your friendship. The fact that you just ignore that as well is just more than a little suspicious to me, Blaine.” Kurt was practically screaming by the end.
“Kurt! Your concerns are not stupid they just are unnecessary. I don’t want to be with Sebastian. I have no feelings for him whatsoever. I don’t know what I did to make you not comfortable or secure enough with our relationship, but please let me know so I can fix it.” Blaine was a lot calmer than Kurt, which was usually how it went with their fights.
“Blaine this isn’t about me. Stop twisting this whole thing back to me. I told you blatantly that I am uncomfortable with you guys being friends, and instead of saying ‘I’m waiting for Kurt.’ I am sure that being the nice soul that you are, you invited him to sit down with you. How many more ways can I say that I don’t want you two to talk. Like.. at all.” Blaine looked really frustrated, and it confused Kurt.
“What is wrong with you?” Blaine looked desperate for some sort of answer but Kurt was absolutely floored. Why was Blaine being so stubborn? Why couldn’t he just drop it?
“What is it about your friendship that is so damn important to you? What is so great about him that you can’t just stop talking to him, Blaine?” Kurt was screeching at this point. Tears were coming to his eyes so quickly, that he couldn’t even see. Blaine was pacing.
“It’s the point, Kurt! I can talk to whoever I want to talk to. That doesn’t mean anything about how I feel about you. It has nothing to do with it. Sebastian is my friend, you are my boyfriend. You are the love of my life. That’s all there is to it.” Kurt didn’t even respond, he just sat down on the curb and cried. Blaine sat beside him and Kurt collapsed into Blaine’s arms. “Baby, please. This isn’t worth it. He isn’t worth this. He means nothing to me. He’s a funny story and a cup of coffee. You’re my world. Let’s go in and have a proper date, okay?” Kurt shook his head. He was still upset.
“Blaine, you know sometimes your charm doesn’t fix everything.” Kurt started to walk away, and got into his car. Blaine followed him and got into the passenger seat. Kurt just sat and stared forward without speaking. They sat there for at least fifteen minutes in silence before Kurt began to cry again.
“Kurt, please just forget about this. I won’t talk to him again. Ever. I don’t necessarily agree with what you are saying, and I think you are being entirely too paranoid. But, I would rather lose this argument than lose you, okay? I love you Kurt. You are my everything.” Blaine put his head on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt tried to resist, but he began to stroke Blaine’s hair.
“Will you break up with me if I mess up your hair?” Kurt laughed through his tears. Blaine shook his head.
“Nah. But I will break up with you if you lose my bowties.” They both laughed and kissed. They knew that this wouldn’t be the last fight, but they also knew it was more important to be together than to be right.
