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Title: First, Family and Jacket
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Fluff
Warning: none
Spoilers: 2x17
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Never have, never will, because if I did Kum would be canon like, yesterday.
Summary: Just random cute little fics.
Word Count: ~1400 total
It's kind of weird how not awkward this is. The last time he was like this -kissing someone willingly, that is- it was Blaine, and while it felt nice, he spent 87% of the time worrying about if he was doing well or not. Everything involving Blaine was always awkward.
But this... this was awesome. His parents were out on a date and Finn had left to go see Rachel, leaving him and Sam all by themselves. They settled on watching a movie in his bedroom, but that didn't last long at all.
It wasn't like this was their first time being alone, or even the second or third, for that matter. It was just different; Sam's arm around his shoulder curled closer, his heart was pounding faster, and he could see Sam from the corner of his eye glancing over at him every couple minutes. They hadn't done much in their short time together except just enjoy each other's company and steal occasional, chaste kisses, but as he turned his head to glance at the blonde beside him, he could tell it would be more tonight.
He brought his hand up to cup Sam's cheek, stroking his with his thumb gently as he leaned up and pressed their mouths together. At first it's soft, barely there brushes of the lips, and it makes Kurt's skin feel like it's on fire as Sam's arm comes down from his shoulder and his fingertips brush over his neck and collarbone. Soon, Sam's kisses got more insistent; he pressed harder, lingered longer, and his opposite hand moved up to grasp his hip.
Kurt moved back on the couch, disguising his nervousness with a deep, slightly exaggerated breath. Sam followed his movement, shifting up onto his knees and running his fingers through Kurt's hair. He took advantage of Kurt's parted lips and took the brunette's lower lip between his teeth, tugging slightly before sucking on it gently. A wimper resounded from the back of Kurt's throat, and he moved backward again, but this time he didn't break the kiss, grabbing the front of Sam's shirt and pulling him with his movement. Sam straddled his hips and grasped his waist, putting more pressure behind his kiss and urging him to lay back against the arm rest. There was no urgency or roughness behind the motion, however; just a little insistence and a lot of wishful thinking.
As he rested back against the arm of the couch, Sam parted their mouths and began placing light kisses along his jaw. The touches were barely felt, but still sent a fluttering through Kurt's insides and sent his heart beat thumping in his ears. He can hardly form a comprehensible thought as those kisses trailed up to the base of his ear, then down his neck, muddling his head with no sounds but their breath and his blood pumping through his veins at an alarming rate. Those gorgeous, soft lips paused at the curve of his neck, sucking on the pale skin before they moved away, only to be replaced by teeth nipping slightly.
The surprised gasp has Sam pulling away, a slightly scared look on his face. "Sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Kurt just shook his head and reconnected their lips; Sam did have a nack for overreacting.
---
Kurt kept pacing up and down the room, practically wearing down the tile as Sam sat in a plastic chair in the corner watching him. He knew that Kurt was currently in panic mode, but there was nothing either of them could do, and it was starting to make him nervous.
"Babe, you need to stop that." He insisted gently.
"I can't! What if something happens? What if... what if she changes her mind? Oh god, I can't deal with this." Stopping right in the middle of the room, Kurt brought his hands to his face and let out a heavy sob. Sam jumped out of his chair instantly and ran over, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
"Stop this. Everything is going to be okay. She's going to be perfectly fine." Rubbing his hand gently across Kurt's back, he tucked his chin into the crook of Kurt's neck and kissed the side of his neck gently, willing him to calm down. Just as he was sure Kurt was going to start breathing normal again, a coughing sound resounded beside them.
"Um... Evans?" A doctor asked, holding a clipboard and giving them a confused glance.
Sam nodded an affirmation. "That's us. What's going on?"
"Your little girl was born at 2:35am. Six pounds even, nineteen inches, and perfectly healthy." After reading off the clipboard, he looked up and offered them a smile. "Would you like to see her?"
"Please." Kurt gave a watery smile as tears of relief and happiness tumbled down his cheeks. Sam laced their fingers together as they followed the doctor down a bright hallway to a fairly small room. On the bed laid the girl they'd chosen as a surrogate mother; a slight brunette by the name of Kate, about their age with sharp facial features and a bubbly personality. She looked exhausted, but had a bright smile on her face as she looked down at the bundle cradled in her arms.
"Hey guys!" She greeted enthusiastically. "Come look, she's /beautiful/." Suddenly, Kurt got really shy and nervous again, and Sam had to wrap his arm around his shoulder and direct him over to the bed. Swaddled in the thick blankets was a slight, delicate baby with long eyelashes and soft, sandy brown hair. Her eyes were closed and she seemed perfectly content where she was.
"Oh my god." Kurt breathed, looking down at the baby. "She's so little."
"She really is." Kate agreed. "Have you decided on a name yet?"
"Ava." Sam spoke up instantly. Kurt had been talking non-stop since before he could remember about wanting a daughter named Ava, and even though he had (admittedly not perfect) names chosen, he wanted Kurt happy more than anything.
"Ava Neytiri." Kurt supplied, making Sam glance over at him in surprise. When he saw Sam's face, he smile and added, "Now she's forever doomed to be a nerd like her daddy."
"God, I love you." Sam laughed, pulling Kurt close in his arms and kissing his forehead. Everything was just perfect.
And he wasn't a nerd.
---
Confused, Sam sat up, leaning on his elbow to give Kurt a puzzled look. "What are you doing?"
"Just... something." Kurt murmured, making his way to Sam's closet and starting to dig through it. Sam watched in amusement as Kurt carded through his clothes, 'hmm'-ing at some of the articles and looking disdainfully at others. After a couple minutes, he turned back and gaev Sam a suspicious glance. "Are you staring at my ass?"
"You got out of bed and didn't put pants on, what do you think?" He laughed. "But seriously, what are you looking for?"
"Wait and you'll find out." Kurt insisted, giving Sam a playful glare before turning back to the closet. Continuing to rifle through the contents, he grumbled as he pushed through a group of jackets, then emittied a 'finally!'. He tugged on the sleeve of somethign for a moment before it was freed, and Sam finally saw what Kurt was hunting for.
"My letterman jacket? Why?"
"I've... always wanted to, um, do this." Kurt grinned shyly as he shrugged on the jacket. Though he was tall enough for it to almost fit his torso, his shoulders weren't quite as broad as Sam's, and the sleeves completely covered his hands. Looking back up at Sam, he gave him a questioning glance. "So?"
Licking his lips, Sam took in the sight before him a few more moments before shaking his head. "You are never wearing that to school."
"W-what?" The brunette stuttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tugged the jacket closer around him. Realizing what his words could have been construed as, Sam flipped the blanket toward the end of the bed and got up, not even bothering to pull on his boxers and making his way across the room toward his closet. When he reached Kurt, he wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and captured his mouth in a hard kiss.
"As much as I'd love everyone knowing you belong to me, I would never be able to resist keeping my hands off you. No jacket for you." Brushing back Kurt's bangs, Sam pressed their foreheads together and smiled.
Kurt laughed and grasped Sam's hips with his long, slender fingers. "Does that include now?"
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Fluff
Warning: none
Spoilers: 2x17
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Never have, never will, because if I did Kum would be canon like, yesterday.
Summary: Just random cute little fics.
Word Count: ~1400 total
It's kind of weird how not awkward this is. The last time he was like this -kissing someone willingly, that is- it was Blaine, and while it felt nice, he spent 87% of the time worrying about if he was doing well or not. Everything involving Blaine was always awkward.
But this... this was awesome. His parents were out on a date and Finn had left to go see Rachel, leaving him and Sam all by themselves. They settled on watching a movie in his bedroom, but that didn't last long at all.
It wasn't like this was their first time being alone, or even the second or third, for that matter. It was just different; Sam's arm around his shoulder curled closer, his heart was pounding faster, and he could see Sam from the corner of his eye glancing over at him every couple minutes. They hadn't done much in their short time together except just enjoy each other's company and steal occasional, chaste kisses, but as he turned his head to glance at the blonde beside him, he could tell it would be more tonight.
He brought his hand up to cup Sam's cheek, stroking his with his thumb gently as he leaned up and pressed their mouths together. At first it's soft, barely there brushes of the lips, and it makes Kurt's skin feel like it's on fire as Sam's arm comes down from his shoulder and his fingertips brush over his neck and collarbone. Soon, Sam's kisses got more insistent; he pressed harder, lingered longer, and his opposite hand moved up to grasp his hip.
Kurt moved back on the couch, disguising his nervousness with a deep, slightly exaggerated breath. Sam followed his movement, shifting up onto his knees and running his fingers through Kurt's hair. He took advantage of Kurt's parted lips and took the brunette's lower lip between his teeth, tugging slightly before sucking on it gently. A wimper resounded from the back of Kurt's throat, and he moved backward again, but this time he didn't break the kiss, grabbing the front of Sam's shirt and pulling him with his movement. Sam straddled his hips and grasped his waist, putting more pressure behind his kiss and urging him to lay back against the arm rest. There was no urgency or roughness behind the motion, however; just a little insistence and a lot of wishful thinking.
As he rested back against the arm of the couch, Sam parted their mouths and began placing light kisses along his jaw. The touches were barely felt, but still sent a fluttering through Kurt's insides and sent his heart beat thumping in his ears. He can hardly form a comprehensible thought as those kisses trailed up to the base of his ear, then down his neck, muddling his head with no sounds but their breath and his blood pumping through his veins at an alarming rate. Those gorgeous, soft lips paused at the curve of his neck, sucking on the pale skin before they moved away, only to be replaced by teeth nipping slightly.
The surprised gasp has Sam pulling away, a slightly scared look on his face. "Sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Kurt just shook his head and reconnected their lips; Sam did have a nack for overreacting.
---
Kurt kept pacing up and down the room, practically wearing down the tile as Sam sat in a plastic chair in the corner watching him. He knew that Kurt was currently in panic mode, but there was nothing either of them could do, and it was starting to make him nervous.
"Babe, you need to stop that." He insisted gently.
"I can't! What if something happens? What if... what if she changes her mind? Oh god, I can't deal with this." Stopping right in the middle of the room, Kurt brought his hands to his face and let out a heavy sob. Sam jumped out of his chair instantly and ran over, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
"Stop this. Everything is going to be okay. She's going to be perfectly fine." Rubbing his hand gently across Kurt's back, he tucked his chin into the crook of Kurt's neck and kissed the side of his neck gently, willing him to calm down. Just as he was sure Kurt was going to start breathing normal again, a coughing sound resounded beside them.
"Um... Evans?" A doctor asked, holding a clipboard and giving them a confused glance.
Sam nodded an affirmation. "That's us. What's going on?"
"Your little girl was born at 2:35am. Six pounds even, nineteen inches, and perfectly healthy." After reading off the clipboard, he looked up and offered them a smile. "Would you like to see her?"
"Please." Kurt gave a watery smile as tears of relief and happiness tumbled down his cheeks. Sam laced their fingers together as they followed the doctor down a bright hallway to a fairly small room. On the bed laid the girl they'd chosen as a surrogate mother; a slight brunette by the name of Kate, about their age with sharp facial features and a bubbly personality. She looked exhausted, but had a bright smile on her face as she looked down at the bundle cradled in her arms.
"Hey guys!" She greeted enthusiastically. "Come look, she's /beautiful/." Suddenly, Kurt got really shy and nervous again, and Sam had to wrap his arm around his shoulder and direct him over to the bed. Swaddled in the thick blankets was a slight, delicate baby with long eyelashes and soft, sandy brown hair. Her eyes were closed and she seemed perfectly content where she was.
"Oh my god." Kurt breathed, looking down at the baby. "She's so little."
"She really is." Kate agreed. "Have you decided on a name yet?"
"Ava." Sam spoke up instantly. Kurt had been talking non-stop since before he could remember about wanting a daughter named Ava, and even though he had (admittedly not perfect) names chosen, he wanted Kurt happy more than anything.
"Ava Neytiri." Kurt supplied, making Sam glance over at him in surprise. When he saw Sam's face, he smile and added, "Now she's forever doomed to be a nerd like her daddy."
"God, I love you." Sam laughed, pulling Kurt close in his arms and kissing his forehead. Everything was just perfect.
And he wasn't a nerd.
---
Confused, Sam sat up, leaning on his elbow to give Kurt a puzzled look. "What are you doing?"
"Just... something." Kurt murmured, making his way to Sam's closet and starting to dig through it. Sam watched in amusement as Kurt carded through his clothes, 'hmm'-ing at some of the articles and looking disdainfully at others. After a couple minutes, he turned back and gaev Sam a suspicious glance. "Are you staring at my ass?"
"You got out of bed and didn't put pants on, what do you think?" He laughed. "But seriously, what are you looking for?"
"Wait and you'll find out." Kurt insisted, giving Sam a playful glare before turning back to the closet. Continuing to rifle through the contents, he grumbled as he pushed through a group of jackets, then emittied a 'finally!'. He tugged on the sleeve of somethign for a moment before it was freed, and Sam finally saw what Kurt was hunting for.
"My letterman jacket? Why?"
"I've... always wanted to, um, do this." Kurt grinned shyly as he shrugged on the jacket. Though he was tall enough for it to almost fit his torso, his shoulders weren't quite as broad as Sam's, and the sleeves completely covered his hands. Looking back up at Sam, he gave him a questioning glance. "So?"
Licking his lips, Sam took in the sight before him a few more moments before shaking his head. "You are never wearing that to school."
"W-what?" The brunette stuttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tugged the jacket closer around him. Realizing what his words could have been construed as, Sam flipped the blanket toward the end of the bed and got up, not even bothering to pull on his boxers and making his way across the room toward his closet. When he reached Kurt, he wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and captured his mouth in a hard kiss.
"As much as I'd love everyone knowing you belong to me, I would never be able to resist keeping my hands off you. No jacket for you." Brushing back Kurt's bangs, Sam pressed their foreheads together and smiled.
Kurt laughed and grasped Sam's hips with his long, slender fingers. "Does that include now?"