a reprise; glee
i'm a bit of a hysterical mess from this chord overstreet business. have sam/kurt angst written through a flood of creys.
Title: a reprise
Pairing: Sam/Kurt, background Blaine/Kurt and minor Finn/Rachel.
Summary: Kurt and Sam spend a lifetime finding each other. AU.
a reprise
i. Sam
Kurt’s gone months at a time without seeing him - once, a full year. He comes back.
ii. Blaine
The first night was the strangest. In his memory, bits of it have wandered off, like drops of water stolen from an ocean. He has a nagging fear that some were essential, achingly worthwhile to have. He doesn’t know one of Sam that isn’t.
Vividly, he can remember blinking awake, green eyes being swallowed by brown before him, and the startling sound of his fiance’s voice wishing him good morning.
iii. Kurt
Sam says Kurt is a bit of a miracle to him. Kurt doesn’t believe in god, or miracles, but he doesn’t argue. He wouldn’t know what else to call Sam if he did.
iv. Kurt (Reprise)
They’re in a small country-home. “This is my house,” Sam says, confused. He blinks at the family pictures on the walls, scratching his neck with a bemused half-smile.
“It looks like your house, you mean,” Kurt says, but he treads a little more carefully on the cheap carpet, and tries to sneak conspicuous glances at the photographs bordering the walls. They’re probably not real. Sam’s probably not real.
Sam shows him baby pictures, prom photos, the marks carved into his bedroom wall where he’s measured the sizes of his growing siblings over the past ten years. Kurt is restless the entire time. Sam stands them there, marking both of their heights into the walls of his house like they’ll still be there when he wakes up tomorrow.
“We don’t have long,” Kurt tells him, not nearly as urgent as he feels. They never do; he keeps that to himself. He looks up at Sam, and Sam stares back down at him, intently, wistfully, his eyes flicking from Kurt’s eyes to his curled hand, daring him to act. Even here, Kurt’s engagement ring shines like the sun, as heavy as an anchor. He tries to calm his hearbeat. He tries to smile. “How are we measuring up?”
“There’s only a few inches between us,” Sam says. He swallows, thickly. After a pause, he takes a tentative step further, watching Kurt like he’s gauging his reaction. “Kurt,” he breathes, and his voice is ragged.
Kurt surges up on his tip-toes and kisses him, and that’s it.
v. Finn & Rachel
Kurt’s step-brother marries his highschool sweetheart before they both separate for college. “It’s hard,” Rachel tells him when he makes it to New York, too, boyfriend in tow. She smiles at him over her coffee like they’re sharing a secret, only he doesn’t know what it is. “It’s worth it,” and then she grins at him, as brightly as she did when she was sixteen.
Kurt dreams of love like theirs.
vi. Kurt & Blaine
At night, he’s half-asleep when a warm body curls around his back and starts bucking insistently against him. He thinks he’s dreaming, moans. When he reaches his hand back to catch in Sam’s long hair he almost tangles his engagement ring in Blaine’s, instead. He falters: hand slipping down to graze Blaine’s sharp stubble and burning the skin. He closes his eyes.
He thinks of Sam’s soft mouth when Blaine kisses him, Sam’s inept eagerness over Blaine’s force. He thinks of Sam’s body when Blaine rocks into him, harder and smoother and fitting against him just right. When he comes, it’s to the illusion of Sam fucking him, and he stays up the rest of the night trying to convince himself he isn’t crazy.
vii. Kurt & Sam
When Kurt opens his eyes, he’s on the cold floor of he and Blaine’s apartment (of what looks like it) and Sam is lying next to him, fast asleep - it happens, sometimes. Kurt worries about how often Sam appears in the same clothes, how worn out he’s becoming, the messy length of his hair. Mostly, he worries about all the questions Sam asks about him, his eyes wary and dangerously bright, like he’s filing every answer away in his head, like they’ll ever come in useful. Kurt never never mentions any of his worries.
He cards his shaky fingers through Sam’s hair and waits for him to wake up.
viii. Blaine (Reprise)
Blaine knows he should be jealous. He just doesn’t know who of.
He tries to distract Kurt with the wedding, with them. If he does ever ask if Kurt is cheating, Kurt won’t know what to tell him.
“I’m in love with a figment of my imagination,” he practices, in front of the mirror. He cringes. It sounds even worse than it did in his head.
ix.
Sometimes, Kurt is more scared that somewhere out there Sam Evans does exist than if he doesn’t at all.
“You are the loveliest person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs into Sam’s ear, and in his dream, Sam smiles, but doesn’t wake up.
ix. Kurt & Sam & Blaine
Kurt pins Sam down on the bed he shares with Blaine and kisses his as hard as he knows how. Sam kisses back, frantically, tugging Kurt down one-handed until they are flush against each other, moving as one.
“Why,” Kurt breathes against Sam’s bottom lip. He catches it between his teeth and bites, and it’s so tangible it makes his heart wrench, makes him feel dizzy. “Why why why does this feel so real?”
Sam shakes his head. He’s smiling, but his eyes are shining over, tellingly. He presses a dry kiss to the inside of Kurt’s hand, the one holding his arms down, the one weighted with Blaine’s engagement ring and says, softly, “Not real enough. Not yet.”
xi. Kurt & Blaine (Reprise)
They’ve been set to get married on the sixth of August, this year, for what feels like forever.
They don’t. Kurt still dreams; he doesn’t know if, in the end, Sam is worth it.
xii. Sam (Reprise)
This is the year they don’t see each other at all.
Kurt dreams of incidental things, just like the rest of the world. He tells himself Sam isn’t real, although he knows he’ll never be sure. He goes on the bad blind-dates Rachel sets him up on. He doesn’t tell a soul - not his brother, not his sister-in-law, not his best friend. He thinks it’d be to painful to admit aloud. “Dream.”
Every night he prays to no-one for a miracle. It feels a lot like waiting.
-
One day, Kurt wakes up to somebody thumping on his door -
(“I’ve been looking for you,” is how Sam greets him. He beams. When Kurt kisses him, he cries.)
- and there it is.
Title: a reprise
Pairing: Sam/Kurt, background Blaine/Kurt and minor Finn/Rachel.
Summary: Kurt and Sam spend a lifetime finding each other. AU.
a reprise
i. Sam
Kurt’s gone months at a time without seeing him - once, a full year. He comes back.
ii. Blaine
The first night was the strangest. In his memory, bits of it have wandered off, like drops of water stolen from an ocean. He has a nagging fear that some were essential, achingly worthwhile to have. He doesn’t know one of Sam that isn’t.
Vividly, he can remember blinking awake, green eyes being swallowed by brown before him, and the startling sound of his fiance’s voice wishing him good morning.
iii. Kurt
Sam says Kurt is a bit of a miracle to him. Kurt doesn’t believe in god, or miracles, but he doesn’t argue. He wouldn’t know what else to call Sam if he did.
iv. Kurt (Reprise)
They’re in a small country-home. “This is my house,” Sam says, confused. He blinks at the family pictures on the walls, scratching his neck with a bemused half-smile.
“It looks like your house, you mean,” Kurt says, but he treads a little more carefully on the cheap carpet, and tries to sneak conspicuous glances at the photographs bordering the walls. They’re probably not real. Sam’s probably not real.
Sam shows him baby pictures, prom photos, the marks carved into his bedroom wall where he’s measured the sizes of his growing siblings over the past ten years. Kurt is restless the entire time. Sam stands them there, marking both of their heights into the walls of his house like they’ll still be there when he wakes up tomorrow.
“We don’t have long,” Kurt tells him, not nearly as urgent as he feels. They never do; he keeps that to himself. He looks up at Sam, and Sam stares back down at him, intently, wistfully, his eyes flicking from Kurt’s eyes to his curled hand, daring him to act. Even here, Kurt’s engagement ring shines like the sun, as heavy as an anchor. He tries to calm his hearbeat. He tries to smile. “How are we measuring up?”
“There’s only a few inches between us,” Sam says. He swallows, thickly. After a pause, he takes a tentative step further, watching Kurt like he’s gauging his reaction. “Kurt,” he breathes, and his voice is ragged.
Kurt surges up on his tip-toes and kisses him, and that’s it.
v. Finn & Rachel
Kurt’s step-brother marries his highschool sweetheart before they both separate for college. “It’s hard,” Rachel tells him when he makes it to New York, too, boyfriend in tow. She smiles at him over her coffee like they’re sharing a secret, only he doesn’t know what it is. “It’s worth it,” and then she grins at him, as brightly as she did when she was sixteen.
Kurt dreams of love like theirs.
vi. Kurt & Blaine
At night, he’s half-asleep when a warm body curls around his back and starts bucking insistently against him. He thinks he’s dreaming, moans. When he reaches his hand back to catch in Sam’s long hair he almost tangles his engagement ring in Blaine’s, instead. He falters: hand slipping down to graze Blaine’s sharp stubble and burning the skin. He closes his eyes.
He thinks of Sam’s soft mouth when Blaine kisses him, Sam’s inept eagerness over Blaine’s force. He thinks of Sam’s body when Blaine rocks into him, harder and smoother and fitting against him just right. When he comes, it’s to the illusion of Sam fucking him, and he stays up the rest of the night trying to convince himself he isn’t crazy.
vii. Kurt & Sam
When Kurt opens his eyes, he’s on the cold floor of he and Blaine’s apartment (of what looks like it) and Sam is lying next to him, fast asleep - it happens, sometimes. Kurt worries about how often Sam appears in the same clothes, how worn out he’s becoming, the messy length of his hair. Mostly, he worries about all the questions Sam asks about him, his eyes wary and dangerously bright, like he’s filing every answer away in his head, like they’ll ever come in useful. Kurt never never mentions any of his worries.
He cards his shaky fingers through Sam’s hair and waits for him to wake up.
viii. Blaine (Reprise)
Blaine knows he should be jealous. He just doesn’t know who of.
He tries to distract Kurt with the wedding, with them. If he does ever ask if Kurt is cheating, Kurt won’t know what to tell him.
“I’m in love with a figment of my imagination,” he practices, in front of the mirror. He cringes. It sounds even worse than it did in his head.
ix.
Sometimes, Kurt is more scared that somewhere out there Sam Evans does exist than if he doesn’t at all.
“You are the loveliest person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs into Sam’s ear, and in his dream, Sam smiles, but doesn’t wake up.
ix. Kurt & Sam & Blaine
Kurt pins Sam down on the bed he shares with Blaine and kisses his as hard as he knows how. Sam kisses back, frantically, tugging Kurt down one-handed until they are flush against each other, moving as one.
“Why,” Kurt breathes against Sam’s bottom lip. He catches it between his teeth and bites, and it’s so tangible it makes his heart wrench, makes him feel dizzy. “Why why why does this feel so real?”
Sam shakes his head. He’s smiling, but his eyes are shining over, tellingly. He presses a dry kiss to the inside of Kurt’s hand, the one holding his arms down, the one weighted with Blaine’s engagement ring and says, softly, “Not real enough. Not yet.”
xi. Kurt & Blaine (Reprise)
They’ve been set to get married on the sixth of August, this year, for what feels like forever.
They don’t. Kurt still dreams; he doesn’t know if, in the end, Sam is worth it.
xii. Sam (Reprise)
This is the year they don’t see each other at all.
Kurt dreams of incidental things, just like the rest of the world. He tells himself Sam isn’t real, although he knows he’ll never be sure. He goes on the bad blind-dates Rachel sets him up on. He doesn’t tell a soul - not his brother, not his sister-in-law, not his best friend. He thinks it’d be to painful to admit aloud. “Dream.”
Every night he prays to no-one for a miracle. It feels a lot like waiting.
-
One day, Kurt wakes up to somebody thumping on his door -
(“I’ve been looking for you,” is how Sam greets him. He beams. When Kurt kisses him, he cries.)
- and there it is.