twentysomething

Title: Take A Bite (What Are You Waiting For?)

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Sam

Summary: ""I don't know if this is a great idea," Kurt finds himself saying, the memory of a couple of months ago and coming on way too strong fresh in his mind. Sam shrugs.

"It's fine," he says, even as Santana cat-calls "You pays yo' money, you take yo' chances! This is, like, sacred- there are just- rules, lady boys!""

Length: 2500 wordsish.

Warnings: How douchey the title of this fic looks, use of a pairing that has the nickname "Kum".

Notes: So, I was talking to a friend and she was like "Man, wouldn't it have been awesome if- instead of Rachel and Blaine- Kurt got Sam in spin the bottle? And Sam goes after Kurt and Blaine is super jealous?" And I was like, "BRB WRITING THIS FIC."




Kurt can feel his face go bright red.

"I don't know if this is a great idea," he finds himself saying, the memory of a couple of months ago and coming on way too strong fresh in his mind. Sam shrugs.

"It's fine," he says, even as Santana cat-calls "You pays yo' money, you take yo' chances! This is, like, sacred- there are just- rules, lady boys!" The vague humiliation is compounded by how painfully sober he still is, and exacerbated by the way Blaine is cheerfully pounding on his back. It's not like- Kurt wasn't expecting Blaine to protest or anything, but. A little less enthusiasm would have been nice.

"Are you sure-" Kurt barely has time to get that much out before Sam is rolling his eyes and leaning across the circle to-

Oh, wow.

Brittany had been wrong for a lot of reasons, and Karofsky had been a violation and a shock- but this is slow, tentative- easy. Abstractly, Kurt thinks that Sam's a good kisser, but he's more focused on the way Sam's not just kissing him, but has brought a hand up to keep Kurt's mouth on his. In the half a second before realizing Sam really was going to kiss him and Sam kissing him, Kurt had thought it was going to be a fast peck on the mouth- perfunctory. But Sam is kissing him like he means it and Kurt can't help but kiss back.

He's not really sure what's going on, because there's a lot of whooping (Santana and Mercedes) and some throat-clearing (Finn), but Kurt's being tugged back with a loud call of "Okay, and that's done now!" from Blaine, but Kurt's more distracted by the way Quinn's not looking at anyone and acidly muttering that it's "not Seven Minutes in Heaven."

And again, Kurt's not drunk, which is probably the only reason he doesn't miss the look Sam gives him, dark and hot and thoughtful.

Kurt has no idea what to think, but he's ready to blame it on wine coolers and teenage hormones, even as he flushes red when Puck insists that Sam's got DSLs, now.

He puts the whole thing out of his mind, because at the end of the night he's pouring water down Blaine's throat and platonically putting his best friend/awkward crush into his bed and trying not to think ahead to morning wood.

The problem is sort of precipitated when Kurt absently wakes up around three hours later at about 6:45 am and Blaine is plastered against him. Kurt winces, because Blaine's face is tucked into the curve of Kurt's neck and their feet are tangled together.

"Blaine," Kurt whispers, because this doesn't have to be awkward. Or rather, it shouldn't be awkward, because they're sort of adults and people seek out warmth in their sleep or something, it's perfectly natural and nonsexual. "Blaine, wake up."

"Mm, Kurt," Blaine groans. Kurt stiffens. All over. "Go back to sleep." Kurt sighs.

"I need to get up." Actually, that's the opposite of what Kurt needs to do, but he needs to be somewhere that's not here.

"Why?" Blaine whines, but after some gentle(ish) prodding, Kurt manages to extract himself from the bed and he doesn't breathe until he's in the bathroom. Cold water shocks your pores, which is the only reason his shower's lukewarm, not freezing.

Blaine is out cold again when Kurt tiptoes back into the room, but he doesn't dare get back into bed, so he just settles on a long, soothing- detoxifying- facial. He's starting to reach a zen place when he hears Burt opening the door.

Horror has a new definition.

Blaine is sleepy and tactile, allowing himself to be shepherded toward the shower and back into his Dalton uniform so that Kurt can drive them back before Sunday curfew. He's quiet and muzzily laconic for the drive and Kurt considerately limits his driving music to Sufjan Stevens and Iron and Wine. Blaine finally perks up when Kurt, unasked, takes the turn for their coffee shop.

"You're an angel," Blaine mutters as he takes a deep breath, inhaling french roast and biscotti smell.

"I don't even know how you're functioning right now," Kurt says, sounding too fond and vaguely indulgent as he orders their usual. He's also ignoring how Blaine's order has become his order now, too.

"I wasn't that drunk," Blaine insists, but there's an apologetic hint to his smile that suggests that he has an idea of how completely wasted he was. Kurt raises his eyebrows.

"You were putting the blot in blotto," Kurt disagrees. Blaine snorts, and picks up his coffee.

"Yeah, well, you were getting pretty frisky," Blaine says and there's something weird in his tone, but before Kurt can try to figure out what that is, his phone starts buzzing in his pocket.

Sam.

"Hey, what's up?" Kurt says, deliberately casual, although he's sure his cheeks are a little pink.

"So, hey, uh, crazy night last night," Sam says, chuckling just a touch awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah," Kurt agrees, wondering why Sam called him.

"Uh, so, they're showing the original Tron at an old theater in Bellefontaine on Wednesday, because the new one is about to come out on DVD. It might not be exactly your thing," Sam says quickly. "But it was nominated for Best Costumes, you know." Kurt's bemused more than anything else, which is probably why he agrees to meet Sam. Besides, he'll show up and Mike or Finn will be there too, or something.

"Okay, I'll see you Wednesday," Kurt confirms, hanging up, still pretty confused. He takes he seat across from Blaine, who is- staring at Kurt like Kurt's just done something unconscionable.

"Really?" Blaine demands. Kurt blinks.

"What?" Kurt frowns. "We didn't have plans, right- or rehearsal? I'm pretty sure I'm not blowing anything off." Blaine opens his mouth a couple of times, like he has no idea where to start.

"You're going on a date with a straight boy," Blaine finally says, tactfully leaving off "who already shot you down once". Kurt laughs.

"Don't be ridiculous." Kurt scolds. "It's like, a friend thing. The other guys will be there." Blaine raises his eyebrows.

"What, he said that?" Blaine asks. Kurt rolls his eyes.

"No, but of course they will be. You're overreacting." Kurt says, taking a sip of his coffee to seal the discussion. Blaine looks like he wants to say more, but Kurt's frown silences him.

When Kurt shows up on Wednesday, Sam is waiting and alone.

Sam tries to buy his ticket and his Diet Coke and oh God, Blaine's right, this is a date.

Sam's knee is jittery and brushes against Kurt's more times than Kurt can count. Kurt enjoys the movie more than he thought he would- but he's mostly using it as a distraction from the fact that he's totally on a date with Sam Evans.

The irony is overwhelming.

It's not even like Sam doesn't know it's a date, because he nearly jumps out of his skin when their hands touch on the arm rest and turns bright red after. Kurt has no idea what the fuck is going on.

"So, Blaine said this was a date," Kurt tries as they're walking out into the parking lot, Sam animatedly talking about Cindy Morgan. Sam nearly trips on his own feet.

"Uh, what would you say if it was?" Sam asks, staring straight down at his sneakers. Kurt feels like he's living in Bizarro World.

"I would remind you about that time you said you weren't gay and that you didn't dye your hair," Kurt points out. Sam's cheeks flare red.

"I used lemon juice," Sam elaborates. "I told you I didn't dye my hair, but I, uh, I put lemon juice in it. To get it blonder." Kurt sucks in a weird, involuntary breath.

"So, you're saying," Kurt prompts him, completely unwilling to jump to any conclusions. Sam ducks his head.

"So," Sam echoes. "So, maybe I'm not right about everything. I think you're a cool guy. I like hanging out with you and I- I liked kissing you." He shrugs. "Is it too selfish of me to want to find out what that means?"

Kurt feels like he knows why Quinn folded so fast- Sam is watching Kurt from underneath his bangs, sincere and Kurt can't really say no.

"Okay," Kurt says. Sam's face lights up.

"Okay?" he repeats. Kurt shrugs, but he's smiling, too.

When he tells Blaine at lunch the next day, Blaine drops his fork into his salad.

"What?" Kurt demands, feeling weirdly defensive. Blaine scowls.

"He's jerking you around," Blaine insists. Kurt scowls back.

"Why, because he thinks he could have realized he's attracted to men, or to me?" Kurt hisses, pride unusually stung. Blaine sighs.

"He liked one drunken kiss and now he's using you to experiment with before he goes back to girls." Blaine suggests, crossing his arms. Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, because no one's ever discovered their sexuality due to some inebriated fooling around." Kurt says, letting a previously unmatched amount of bitch into his voice. It strikes him that he and Blaine have never fought before- it's a sobering thought, but Blaine plows on before Kurt simmers down enough to want to stop.

"You're going to get burned, Kurt," Blaine pronounces, like he's some supreme arbiter of sexuality and Kurt wants to scream at him.

"Great, I get it- nobody could want me, I only ever like straight men, gotcha." Kurt walks away, because if he doesn't, he's going to throw his iced tea in Blaine's face or something equally 1930's drama queen.

He deletes Blaine's texts as they come without reading them, although he's doubly pissed off at Blaine when he gets a text from Sam, Hey, Friday night- if you can get over the shoes, lets go bowling :) and his smile dies as soon as he gets it, any excitement totally dampened by the memory of Blaine saying "you're going to get burned."

Can't wait Kurt sends back, a vicious sense of satisfaction running through his veins.

But if he's being honest- the name on the tip of his tongue when he wakes up, panting and too flushed? Isn't Sam.

He stubbornly over preps for Friday- he's also still refusing to talk to Blaine, sitting next to Ashley and Harry during rehearsal instead. He's carefully spraying his hair into place and straightening his cream colored cardigan- the whole outfit is carefully chosen to coordinate around the idea of bowling shoes. Sam is sweet, bashful and attentive, and they both laugh when they're so terrible the 7 year old kids in the lane next to theirs start making fun of them.

"They have gutter rails, it's cheating," Sam assures him, grinning, and Kurt thinks, "In your face, Blaine Anderson, this is an awesome date."

Kurt is heady with success over bad pizza and mutual sporting failure and that's the only reason he can think of for why he breaks nearly a week of (really weird and awful) self-inflicted radio silence between him and Blaine.

"We went bowling and it was great," Kurt says and there's that flash of something weird on Blaine's face again and Kurt just cannot figure him out.

"But you haven't kissed," Blaine argues, and Kurt doesn't know how Blaine knows that.

"The physical aspect of a relationship is the least important part," Kurt sniffs. Blaine shakes his head.

"Clearly, you're in the wrong relationship," Blaine smirks. Kurt glares and he's clearly gone insane, because his mouth is opening and crazy talk is coming out of it.

"Fine. You, me, Sam. The coffee shop. I'll kiss him and you'll see how wrong you are." Kurt insists. Blaine just laughs.

"I'll buy you a cup of coffee when he tells you he's straight as an arrow." Blaine is actually- really close. Kurt takes a quick step back, instinctively.

"Noon, tomorrow," Kurt reminds Blaine faintly. He walks off down the hall, and when he looks back over his shoulder, Blaine is still standing there watching him.

Kurt feels a little bit like he's going behind Sam's back when he just texts hey come get coffee with me tomorrow? and nothing else. He has another little attack of conscience when Sam texts back as long as i get to see you but he's convinced everything will be fine.

He and Blaine drive out in an extremely silent and tense ride, mostly populated by Adele's new album at near top volume. They're busy not looking at each other, which at least means that Kurt sees Sam first and he gets up to meet him.

"Hey," Sam says, slow and pleased and Kurt must look a little crazy-eyed, because he frowns. "Is everything okay?"

"Kiss me," Kurt breathes out, because there's nothing to be gained by waiting. Sam's frowning a little and Kurt thinks he might not kiss him at all, but Sam leans forward and kisses Kurt. It's nice- but that's just it- it's nice. It's more right than Brittany, because it's a boy- where he's pressed up against Sam feels good- but there's nothing else.

It's not even as good as when he and Blaine sing together.

They break apart slowly.

Sam opens his mouth and Kurt can see it all over his face.

"Nothing," Kurt admits first. Sam breathes out, relief clear all over his face.

"I'm sorry," he offers. Kurt smiles, wryly.

"Out of totally prurient interest, is it me, or men?" Kurt asks. Sam smiles sheepishly.

"Both?" he finally says. "But if I was going to-" Kurt laughs.

"Oh my god, don't even say it," Kurt is still smiling, maybe even a little relieved himself. "Thank you, though. For two very nice dates." Sam grins.

"And for that, you're totally welcome." Sam offers. "Also, I'm going to go, before Blaine has a coronary." Kurt groans.

"Oh my god, he's going to be insufferable," Kurt sighs. Sam just laughs.

"You know, you should probably ask him why," Sam suggests, wagging his brows before heading out of the coffee shop. Kurt lets himself smile wistfully for just a moment before heading back to his and Blaine's table.

"I'm sorry," Blaine says immediately, and to his credit, he does look sorry. "I've been impossible this week, when you probably most needed someone to talk to." Kurt hums softly.

"I'm not." he says, cheerfully. "Sorry, that is. We gave it a shot." Blaine shakes his head.

"I should have been more supportive. Of you and Sam." Blaine chastises himself. Kurt cocks his head to one side.

"Okay, so why weren't you?" Kurt asks baldly. Blaine fusses with his cuffs, before finally looking up at Kurt.

"I was so jealous my teeth hurt," Blaine admits. "From the second you started kissing him." Kurt can't breathe.

"I'm single, now," Kurt points out, more daring than he really feels.

When Blaine kisses Kurt- well. Well.

"I was an idiot for not doing that the day we met," Blaine says, still close enough to kiss again.

"You could start making up for that by buying me coffee," Kurt suggests. "Coffee's a good first date."