le drabble dump
Title: Once More, With Feeling
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Kurt, Santana
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 370
Warning: Swearing. (What else is new?)
Notes: Written at midnight after a long day.
Spoilers: None
“Okay, guys, we need to start choreography for Nationals.” Mr. Schuester wrote the word ‘Nationals’ on the whiteboard, which was fairly redundant over the past week.
“Oh this should be good,” Santana said with a laugh as she crossed her arms.
Mr. Schue looked at her with a confused look. “What does that mean?”
“It means that Hudson and Evans are about two dance moves away from poking someone’s eye out,” Santana said.
“Hey!” Finn said defensively. “I’m trying!”
“Clearly not hard enough,” Santana said.
“Sam and I are perfectly fine dancers,” Finn said.
“Please, he probably can’t see where he’s stepping over those enormous lips of his.”
“Will you just shut the fuck up??” Sam finally spoke, standing out of his chair and turning to Santana. “Y’know, the world doesn’t revolve around you and what other people think of you!”
“Hey I’m just being honest!” Santana said.
“No, you’re being a bitch!” Sam said. “And I’m sick of it! I’m sick of you acting like you can trample over people for your own fucking amusement! It’s not cute and it’s not funny and maybe that’s why you don’t have any friends!”
Santana stared at Sam as if she wasn’t sure how to react.
“Sam…” Mr. Schue said.
“No, y’know what, I’m done,” Sam said. “I’m done with all of this bullshit because clearly our lives are supposed to revolve around her.” He stepped off the risers and walked out of the room.
The entire room sat there in silence until a brunette stood up and ran after him.
“Sam!”
The blonde turned to look at Kurt. “I’m not going back in there and apologizing to her.”
“Sam, where is this coming from?” Kurt asked. “This…this isn’t you. You’re not an angry person.”
“BECAUSE I’M NOT FEELING ANYTHING!!” Sam yelled. “Nothing! And I’m sick of it! I’m sick of pretending everything’s okay for everyone else's sake! Here, in Glee club, in front of my siblings! Because it’s not okay, Kurt! Nothing’s okay! And I don’t feel anything!!”
After the outburst, the two boys stood there in a long silence, just staring at each other, until Kurt finally wrapped his arms around Sam and pressed his face to the blue hoodie.
Title: A Nightmare
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Sam/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine, minor Quinn
Rating: G
Word count: ~400
Warning: None
Notes: The drabble that broke the dry spell.
Spoilers: None
“You got this.”
Her voice pulled his attention away from the brunette boy sitting on the park bench. He turned to her and nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I got this,” he echoed.
“You look fantastic, Sam.” She smiled at him as she adjusted his tie, and it was only then that he realized he was wearing a suit. His nerves were getting the best of him, and the only thing he could think of was what he was about to do. He couldn’t particularly be bothered to remember trivial things like dressing himself at this moment, could he?
“Thanks, Quinn.” He gave her a smile.
She put the black box in his hand and curled his fingers over it. “Go get him.”
He kissed her cheek, and then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, shaking his nerves out.
This was it. He was finally going to ask Kurt to marry him. He had the entire thing planned in his head. Kurt, I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since that day you came up to me in that green and red plaid shirt and said ‘hi, I’m Kurt Hummel’. You make my life worth living, and as cheesy as that is, it’s true. Please, please say you’ll marry me, Kurt. I love you so much. He smiled to himself, looking at the box. Kurt Hummel would finally be his.
Then he turned around and saw Blaine.
Down on one knee.
In front of Kurt.
With a ring in his hand.
Kurt’s smile was bright, and he had tears in his eyes. He didn’t even hesitate before nodding. Blaine put the ring on his finger and then stood up, and Kurt threw his arms him, laughing brightly.
“NO! KURT!”
Sam shot up in a cold sweat, panting. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He was at home. In his bed. Oh thank God.
“It was a dream…” Sam whispered to himself, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. “It was all a dream… Oh thank God.” A nightmare, he added mentally.
He took a deep breath and laid back down in his bed, snuggling under the covers.
Except he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake the mental image of Blaine proposing to Kurt, and it made his chest hurt.
Every. Single. Time.
It should’ve been me.
Title: Fireworks
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word count: ~320
Warning: A very mild swear word.
Notes: Accompanying picture taken by Daniel Neal.
Spoilers: None
He took a deep breath of fresh, July air. He could practically feel his house vibrating beneath him to the bass line of whatever song they were blasting from the radio inside.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like parties. He loved them, and the chance to show Rachel up. But he found this much more peaceful.
Kurt was not typically an outdoors-y person. The bugs, the humidity, hell, the things he was doing to his jeans by even sitting on the roof. It just wasn’t something he was into. But for some reason, he didn’t even care.
There was a yelp and Kurt sat up quickly. “Who’s there?” he asked.
Even in the dark, he could see the shock of blonde hair before Sam hauled himself up onto the roof.
“Hey.” The boy flashed Kurt a smile, and the brunette couldn’t even be mad that Sam was interrupting his quiet.
“Hey,” Kurt said, as Sam pulled himself over to where the countertenor sat. “What’re you doing up here?”
“Looking for you,” the blonde said.
Kurt was surprised, and a little bit skeptical. “How’d you know I’d be up here?”
“I saw the picture of you and your mom up here,” Sam said. “A few months ago I think. When Finn got that Super Mario Bros game and I kept dying and I had to wait for him to get enough coins to bring me back.”
Kurt remembered that day well. Sam’s cursing could be heard down in his basement room.
“Anyway, I couldn’t find you anywhere else so I came up here.”
“And…why?” Kurt asked.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“You came all the way up here to ask me a question?”
“It’s kind of an important one actually.”
The sound of the first fireworks of the night snapped Kurt’s attention away, but not until he heard Sam say “will you be my boyfriend?”
Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word count: ~200
Warning: Mild swearing. Like if you blink, you'll miss it.
Notes: None
Spoilers: None
Kurt loves watching Disney movies, especially with Sam. Beauty and the Beast is one of Kurt’s favorite movies. Tale As Old As Time never fails to give him the shivers. The blonde is underneath him, lounging against the arm of the couch, while Kurt’s lying on top of him, his long legs stretched between the masculine blonde’s.
He presses his cheek against Sam’s shirt as he watches Belle float across the ballroom effortlessly. Sam smells good. He usually smells like apples, unless he smells like sweat, which Kurt finds both disgusting and wildly sexy.
God, it’s so romantic, he thinks to himself as he hums along to the movie.
He considers that this is the iconic Disney moment. The special moment where everything is romantic and special and just magical.
That is, until Sam’s chest rumbles under him as the blonde shouts. “That bitch just killed my Charizard!!” Kurt frowns and looks down to see Sam’s arms around him… holding his Nintendo DS over Kurt’s stomach and playing Pokémon.
Kurt considers taking the game away from him, but then settles back into Sam’s chest and turns his eyes back to the movie.
Tale as old as time,
Song as old as rhyme.
Title: Or Will We Forever Only Be Pretending?
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Stacy
Rating: G
Word count: ~230
Warning: None
Notes: Written on the flight down to Florida. I literally got the idea for this AS WE WERE TAKING OFF.
Spoilers: 2x19
Stacy loved to pretend. She liked to pretend she was a pop star. That she performed in front of a screaming crowd, just like Sammy did in Glee club, every night. He decided not to tell her that eight times out of ten, they were screaming for the Glee club to get off the stage.
She liked to pretend that she was so famous, the paparazzi chased after her and asked for her autograph. That she lived in a mansion instead of a motel, and that she ate steak instead of pizza Sam brought home from work. That she was so rich, she had a maid. “Like the queen!” she would say.
She liked to pretend she was being interviewed by famous people, like Oprah and Ellen DeGeneres, answering questions about her love life - but at six, she still thought boys were stupid, so as a pop star, she wasn’t dating anyone - and her world tour, including places like China, Brazil, and Cinderella’s castle.
Sam liked to pretend, too. He liked to pretend that someday, he could be himself and his loved ones would still love him back. That he could walk hand-in-hand down the hall at school, or on the sidewalk outside with his Prince Charming and not worry about being called names.
He liked to pretend that someday, he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Kurt, Santana
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 370
Warning: Swearing. (What else is new?)
Notes: Written at midnight after a long day.
Spoilers: None
“Okay, guys, we need to start choreography for Nationals.” Mr. Schuester wrote the word ‘Nationals’ on the whiteboard, which was fairly redundant over the past week.
“Oh this should be good,” Santana said with a laugh as she crossed her arms.
Mr. Schue looked at her with a confused look. “What does that mean?”
“It means that Hudson and Evans are about two dance moves away from poking someone’s eye out,” Santana said.
“Hey!” Finn said defensively. “I’m trying!”
“Clearly not hard enough,” Santana said.
“Sam and I are perfectly fine dancers,” Finn said.
“Please, he probably can’t see where he’s stepping over those enormous lips of his.”
“Will you just shut the fuck up??” Sam finally spoke, standing out of his chair and turning to Santana. “Y’know, the world doesn’t revolve around you and what other people think of you!”
“Hey I’m just being honest!” Santana said.
“No, you’re being a bitch!” Sam said. “And I’m sick of it! I’m sick of you acting like you can trample over people for your own fucking amusement! It’s not cute and it’s not funny and maybe that’s why you don’t have any friends!”
Santana stared at Sam as if she wasn’t sure how to react.
“Sam…” Mr. Schue said.
“No, y’know what, I’m done,” Sam said. “I’m done with all of this bullshit because clearly our lives are supposed to revolve around her.” He stepped off the risers and walked out of the room.
The entire room sat there in silence until a brunette stood up and ran after him.
“Sam!”
The blonde turned to look at Kurt. “I’m not going back in there and apologizing to her.”
“Sam, where is this coming from?” Kurt asked. “This…this isn’t you. You’re not an angry person.”
“BECAUSE I’M NOT FEELING ANYTHING!!” Sam yelled. “Nothing! And I’m sick of it! I’m sick of pretending everything’s okay for everyone else's sake! Here, in Glee club, in front of my siblings! Because it’s not okay, Kurt! Nothing’s okay! And I don’t feel anything!!”
After the outburst, the two boys stood there in a long silence, just staring at each other, until Kurt finally wrapped his arms around Sam and pressed his face to the blue hoodie.
Title: A Nightmare
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Sam/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine, minor Quinn
Rating: G
Word count: ~400
Warning: None
Notes: The drabble that broke the dry spell.
Spoilers: None
“You got this.”
Her voice pulled his attention away from the brunette boy sitting on the park bench. He turned to her and nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I got this,” he echoed.
“You look fantastic, Sam.” She smiled at him as she adjusted his tie, and it was only then that he realized he was wearing a suit. His nerves were getting the best of him, and the only thing he could think of was what he was about to do. He couldn’t particularly be bothered to remember trivial things like dressing himself at this moment, could he?
“Thanks, Quinn.” He gave her a smile.
She put the black box in his hand and curled his fingers over it. “Go get him.”
He kissed her cheek, and then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, shaking his nerves out.
This was it. He was finally going to ask Kurt to marry him. He had the entire thing planned in his head. Kurt, I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since that day you came up to me in that green and red plaid shirt and said ‘hi, I’m Kurt Hummel’. You make my life worth living, and as cheesy as that is, it’s true. Please, please say you’ll marry me, Kurt. I love you so much. He smiled to himself, looking at the box. Kurt Hummel would finally be his.
Then he turned around and saw Blaine.
Down on one knee.
In front of Kurt.
With a ring in his hand.
Kurt’s smile was bright, and he had tears in his eyes. He didn’t even hesitate before nodding. Blaine put the ring on his finger and then stood up, and Kurt threw his arms him, laughing brightly.
“NO! KURT!”
Sam shot up in a cold sweat, panting. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He was at home. In his bed. Oh thank God.
“It was a dream…” Sam whispered to himself, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. “It was all a dream… Oh thank God.” A nightmare, he added mentally.
He took a deep breath and laid back down in his bed, snuggling under the covers.
Except he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake the mental image of Blaine proposing to Kurt, and it made his chest hurt.
Every. Single. Time.
It should’ve been me.
Title: Fireworks
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word count: ~320
Warning: A very mild swear word.
Notes: Accompanying picture taken by Daniel Neal.
Spoilers: None
He took a deep breath of fresh, July air. He could practically feel his house vibrating beneath him to the bass line of whatever song they were blasting from the radio inside.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like parties. He loved them, and the chance to show Rachel up. But he found this much more peaceful.
Kurt was not typically an outdoors-y person. The bugs, the humidity, hell, the things he was doing to his jeans by even sitting on the roof. It just wasn’t something he was into. But for some reason, he didn’t even care.
There was a yelp and Kurt sat up quickly. “Who’s there?” he asked.
Even in the dark, he could see the shock of blonde hair before Sam hauled himself up onto the roof.
“Hey.” The boy flashed Kurt a smile, and the brunette couldn’t even be mad that Sam was interrupting his quiet.
“Hey,” Kurt said, as Sam pulled himself over to where the countertenor sat. “What’re you doing up here?”
“Looking for you,” the blonde said.
Kurt was surprised, and a little bit skeptical. “How’d you know I’d be up here?”
“I saw the picture of you and your mom up here,” Sam said. “A few months ago I think. When Finn got that Super Mario Bros game and I kept dying and I had to wait for him to get enough coins to bring me back.”
Kurt remembered that day well. Sam’s cursing could be heard down in his basement room.
“Anyway, I couldn’t find you anywhere else so I came up here.”
“And…why?” Kurt asked.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“You came all the way up here to ask me a question?”
“It’s kind of an important one actually.”
The sound of the first fireworks of the night snapped Kurt’s attention away, but not until he heard Sam say “will you be my boyfriend?”
Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word count: ~200
Warning: Mild swearing. Like if you blink, you'll miss it.
Notes: None
Spoilers: None
Kurt loves watching Disney movies, especially with Sam. Beauty and the Beast is one of Kurt’s favorite movies. Tale As Old As Time never fails to give him the shivers. The blonde is underneath him, lounging against the arm of the couch, while Kurt’s lying on top of him, his long legs stretched between the masculine blonde’s.
He presses his cheek against Sam’s shirt as he watches Belle float across the ballroom effortlessly. Sam smells good. He usually smells like apples, unless he smells like sweat, which Kurt finds both disgusting and wildly sexy.
God, it’s so romantic, he thinks to himself as he hums along to the movie.
He considers that this is the iconic Disney moment. The special moment where everything is romantic and special and just magical.
That is, until Sam’s chest rumbles under him as the blonde shouts. “That bitch just killed my Charizard!!” Kurt frowns and looks down to see Sam’s arms around him… holding his Nintendo DS over Kurt’s stomach and playing Pokémon.
Kurt considers taking the game away from him, but then settles back into Sam’s chest and turns his eyes back to the movie.
Tale as old as time,
Song as old as rhyme.
Title: Or Will We Forever Only Be Pretending?
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Stacy
Rating: G
Word count: ~230
Warning: None
Notes: Written on the flight down to Florida. I literally got the idea for this AS WE WERE TAKING OFF.
Spoilers: 2x19
Stacy loved to pretend. She liked to pretend she was a pop star. That she performed in front of a screaming crowd, just like Sammy did in Glee club, every night. He decided not to tell her that eight times out of ten, they were screaming for the Glee club to get off the stage.
She liked to pretend that she was so famous, the paparazzi chased after her and asked for her autograph. That she lived in a mansion instead of a motel, and that she ate steak instead of pizza Sam brought home from work. That she was so rich, she had a maid. “Like the queen!” she would say.
She liked to pretend she was being interviewed by famous people, like Oprah and Ellen DeGeneres, answering questions about her love life - but at six, she still thought boys were stupid, so as a pop star, she wasn’t dating anyone - and her world tour, including places like China, Brazil, and Cinderella’s castle.
Sam liked to pretend, too. He liked to pretend that someday, he could be himself and his loved ones would still love him back. That he could walk hand-in-hand down the hall at school, or on the sidewalk outside with his Prince Charming and not worry about being called names.
He liked to pretend that someday, he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.