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Title: Dissolved Sensitivities [1/1]
Author: thosesamestars
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt pre-slash, mentions of Sam/Quinn singing
Author Notes: This isn't good, I'm not going to lie. But I needed something to focus on to make the day go faster and have it be closer to next Tuesday. I apologize in advance for anyone bored enough to read this!
Warning: implied het, somewhat fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Almost literally. True story. All mistakes are mine.
Summary: This is a gapfiller set during 2.04: Duets. After Kurt performs we immediately cut to Sam asking Quinn to be his duet partner. What if Kurt was the one who convinced him to?
Date Written: November 4, 2010

Kurt leaned over the porcelain sink to get closer to the mirror he was using to take off his performance make up. He knew he had aced the duet. He had watched the smiles and joy on the faces of his fellow glee members and absolutely beamed inside. If there was one thing he knew he could do flawlessly, it was perform.

He felt a small twinge when he thought of what it would have felt like to sing in front of his peers with a boy beside him: sharing the spotlight with someone other than Rachel, someone who didn’t try to outshine him but rather sing along with, but it was par for the course. If it was between having his dad and Finn think he was some predator going after straight boys who had no interest or trying to get to know someone who seemed to accept him for who he was….he really had no other choice than to back off. Besides….he got to prove to everyone he was still in the competition even if he had no partner.

He grabbed the tip of the faux half-moustache above the left side of his lip and slowly peeled it off. Hopefully the glue holding it in place didn’t cause some sort of reaction to his skin, he hoped. Skin care was almost as important as singing.

The door to the boys restroom suddenly opened as Sam quickly walked in, completely oblivious to the other boy, as he made a beeline to the urinal. It might not be the best thing to wear, but the strawberry slushie tasted amazing. The side effect is that it went straight from throat to bladder in about 2.5 seconds.

Still reeling from the adrenaline of being on stage, Kurt cleared his throat to let the blond know of his presence and immediately started conversation. The only reason he would have ever felt weird about being alone in the same room with Sam now was because of the thoughts and ideas put in his head from Finn, and he wasn’t about to let those ruin his mood.

“So? What did you think? It’s no Tina, but let’s face it: neither is Santana.” He smiled.

Sam wasn’t sure if he should continue peeing and then answer him, stop peeing to answer or do both at the same time. There was something about Kurt that kept surprising him. He seemed so relaxed in the company of other guys without it being creepy or sexual. It was like he knew how to get into your comfort zone without actually crossing the line into your comfort zone. It was weird.

Sam opted to stop peeing in favor of congratulating Kurt on his song. He was positive there were still about 6 more pitchers of liquid sloshing around in there, but he could hold it. Sam wanted to get something off his chest while he was still alone with him.

He walked over to the sink next to Kurt and washed his hands.

“It sounded awesome. I knew you could sing from the mp3s you sent me, but I have to admit, you sounded way better live.”

Kurt smiled, a genuine smile he saved for few people. He was so used to people’s fakeness and pettiness that it was a refreshing change of pace to have someone be honest and open.

Sam grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and dried his hands while making his way back to where Kurt stood, still doing his cleansing routine in front of the mirror. He had now moved onto his right eye. He knew he had to be careful to actually remove the eye shadow and eye liner instead of just smearing it or he would look like he had been punched. It was a delicate process.

“Listen, Kurt,” Sam began, looking earnestly at the other boy. Kurt put the cotton ball down and looked at Sam, giving him his full attention.

“I just want you to know that I had no problem singing with you. You have a great voice and no matter what anyone else thinks or says, I don’t care that you’re gay.”

Kurt just stood there, watching how Sam’s face changed as he tried to find the right words to say without making them sound insincere. He absolutely believed that Sam would have still sang with him, despite Finn trying to “talk sense” into him. And the fact that Sam wanted him to know that made Kurt’s heart melt a little. At that moment Kurt gained an immense amount of respect for the boy and realized that he was a really good person. No one would have cared one way or the other how Kurt might have felt given the situation, especially with all the bravado and confidence Kurt tried to pass off to hide his true loneliness, but this kid went out of his way to let him know that he did care what Kurt might have thought about him.

It made him realize he unquestionably did the right thing in “setting him free.”

“I appreciate you saying that, Sam, but my motives weren’t entirely selfless.” He was trying to save some pride. He didn’t want Sam knowing how much even just that small affirmation of acceptance was enough to break him down inside. He needed to regain his composure and assert his rehearsed response to any talk of their dissolved duet partnership and how it transpired.

“Singing by myself up there was something I needed to do, for me, to prove that you don’t need to be part of a couple to accomplish greatness. Everyone seems to think duets can only be done by two people to be effective, and I wanted to prove that not only is that incorrect but that it can be done magnificently and with true passion by one person if that person is talented enough. I think I proved that today.” He picked up a new cotton ball and went back to work on his right eye. After a slight pause, “….but thank you for saying that.”

Sam finally looked away from him, moving his gaze down from the shoes Kurt was wearing all the way back up to his face. When he reached the top again he caught Kurt looking at him; their eyes locked with each others. They both stood there, looking at each other, neither of them saying anything. There was no uncomfortableness or awkwardness. It was just two boys with mutual respect for each other sharing a moment to let the other know it without having to say any words.

Kurt looked away first, going back to his after-performance routine.

“Have you decided who you’re going to duet with yet?”

Sam shook his head.

“I have no clue. I was thinking about asking Quinn, since she seems to be the odd man out, well, woman, but I’m not sure how to read her. She‘s the head cheerleader but seems to keep to herself a lot. It kind of confuses me.”

“Quinn….went through a lot last year,” Kurt explained, not wanting to get into the major details but saying enough for Sam to know a very brief overview of why she might seem like an ice princess. “Finn can tell you a lot more than I can, but she’s not the same person she used to be.” He glanced over at Sam and could see the questions popping up in his head about her.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Well, it depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you,” Sam stated matter-of-factly.

“As a Cheerio, her drive to be Queen Bee is at full force. Her pride was wounded last year, and she’ll do whatever she can to get it back. With glee, her vocals have become stronger, and she feels a lot more comfortable with us than she might try to show. Outside of that, it’s hard to judge. She seems to have a better idea of who she is after going through what she did, and she’s stronger for it. How that relates to you singing with her, I can’t say.”

Sam processed all the information he had received about the cheerleader and was still slightly unsure what he should do.

“Ask her,” Kurt said. “She would be lucky to sing with you.”

Kurt could almost physically see the light bulb moment splash across Sam’s face, the moment the inspiration struck and when his mind had been made on what he should do.

“Be confident,” Kurt encouraged. “She responds better to those who know what they want. I swear that’s the only way Puck won that battle because it sure wasn’t his hair.”

Sam tilted his head, not quite sure what the hell Kurt was talking about.

“Isn’t his head….just….shaved….?”

“Trust me, it used to be a lot worse.”

Kurt knew his respect for Sam was the only reason he tried to give him advise on how to convince Quinn to sing with him. He usually didn’t waste his energy on the goings on with the personal issues of the members of glee club, with the exception of Mercedes, but Sam deserved at least that. He would probably regret it all later, seeing yet another happy shiny couple singing together while he was alone again, but he was willing to make an exception this time and help the kid.

“Thanks, Kurt,” Sam said. He held out his hand. “So we’re cool?”

Kurt placed his hand in Sam’s and gave a small shake.

“Good luck!” Kurt called out as Sam made his way toward the bathroom exit.

Sam nodded his head toward Kurt and smiled, leaving the boy in the bathroom. Alone.

Two seconds later Sam rushed back into the bathroom and made another beeline directly to the urinal. Kurt chuckled softly to himself when he heard Sam actually sigh in relief as he emptied his bladder completely.

Originally posted @SamKurt