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prompt 17 with hevans? –hevanderson

so i am terribly sorry that this has taken so long to get to you. i had been in a writing lull for awhile and then i had giftober which ate up a huge chunk of like a month and a half. but its here now and i can always count on @hevanderson to request hevans when i need it most <3

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it!

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans

Rating: G

Word Count: 1812

Prompt: 17 - things you said that i wish you hadn’t

fic can be read below the cut or found on ao3 here <3

“Dude, you really suck at this.”

“Oh, come on, bro, you can’t tell me that was fair!” Finn argued, gesturing towards the screen animatedly. “You can’t trick the player into falling into a trap by putting a treasure there!”

Before Sam could get a response in, Kurt had exited his room and was now leaning over the back of the couch. “Why are you yelling?” He questioned, looking mildly annoyed. To be fair, though, Sam had found that Kurt frequently looked mildly annoyed when it came to Finn.

“‘Cause this game’s unfair!”

“You can’t be mad when you fell for the trap, man,” Sam reasoned. Finn, however, did not seem to share the same opinion.

“Whatever,” Finn sulked, “Game’s dumb anyway.”

Kurt hummed behind them. “Right. Hey, Finn, don’t you have a date with Rachel at 7:30 tonight?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because it’s 7:15 now,” Kurt stated, showing Finn the time on his phone screen. “And I tell you this, not as a stepbrother who loves you, but as someone who doesn’t want to hear Rachel Berry bitch about her love life later.”

“Shit.” Finn stood up immediately, tossing his controller on the couch and grabbing his keys off the counter. “Gotta go. We’ll play more later, ‘kay?”

“Sounds good,” Sam agreed easily. He could see how upsetting Rachel could be a dangerous game. He would certainly not like to be on the receiving end of that tirade. And he also had no doubt in his mind that Kurt would be the first person Rachel would complain to about it.

“Sorry to interrupt your guy-time. I’m sure I impeded on the time-honored tradition of ‘bros before hoes’, but I had to protect my own peace.”

“Nah, you didn’t interrupt anything,” Sam replied in reassurance. He then picked up the controller that Finn tossed down on the couch and shook it a bit. “Wanna play?”

“I don’t really play games,” Kurt confessed, but even then, he rounded the couch so that he could sit down next to Sam. He brought his feet to tuck neatly beneath him as he got comfortable. “It looks hard.”

“It’s not hard, Finn’s just terrible. Here.” Sam handed Kurt the Playstation controller, demonstrating the controls using the controller in his own hands. “X is jump and square is attack,” he explained, showing the different moves on the screen. “Oh, and right trigger is run! You’ll probably want to know that too.”

Kurt hummed in acknowledgement, repeating the moves that Sam was showing him using his own character.

They fell into relative silence after that, only occasionally interrupted when Sam decided to point out a particular feature of the game or when Kurt asked a question. For never having played video games much in his past, Kurt wasn’t half bad. He picked up on the mechanics well enough and he was comparable to Finn (which said something about Finn’s ability to play Rayman Legends).

It was only after several minutes of admittedly rather comfortable silence did Sam finally decide to speak up. “Y’know, I never get to see you ‘round here much anymore. I kinda miss it,” he admitted, still paying attention to the screen.

Sam felt Kurt give him a strange look, but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen to meet it. “What do you mean?” He asked, his character stopping in its tracks as Kurt stopped playing.

Sam gave a shrug, a bit unsure himself why the words were coming out of his mouth suddenly. “Ever since you got that boyfriend, Blaine,” he enunciated a bit cheekily, “you just haven’t spent as much time at home.” Blaine was a nice guy, Sam thought, but he didn’t really know him all that well yet. If anything, Blaine seemed to have trouble integrating himself into McKinley. Sam could relate to that to a certain degree.

Kurt hummed in response. “Relationships make you busy. You of all people should know that,” he acknowledged, clearly making a harmless dig at Sam. He wasn’t wrong, of course. Sam rarely seemed to find himself remaining single for very long at any given point.

“Even too busy for me?” Sam teased, batting his eyes at Kurt before returning his attention to the game. Kurt wasn’t really playing much anymore, but it wasn’t too unlike having to carry Finn through levels so he didn’t really think much of it.

“Too busy for everyone, I’m afraid,” Kurt clarified. The weight of Kurt’s gaze never left him as he continued to navigate through the level. It was starting to feel heavier with each passing moment, but Sam did his best to maintain his easy composure. “Since when did you care so much about that?”

It was then that Sam finally paused the game, setting the controller on the coffee table. When he turned to finally direct his full attention towards Kurt, he noted that his friend’s own controller was also abandoned, left on the couch between them as Kurt instead leaned his arm against the back of the couch so that could prop his head up in his palm.

“I dunno,” Sam admitted, “guess it’s because you’re my friend.”

“Hmm,” was all that Kurt responded with. He looked back towards the television screen, allowing several quiet moments to pass just staring at the game’s pause screen. Sam had just begun to wonder if Kurt was going to say anything more when he finally picked the controller back up. “Go ahead and unpause it.”

Sam did as he was instructed, happily picking up his own controller once again and resuming their game.

Kurt was putting in effort once again. He wasn’t by any means a fantastic player or anything, but he held his own well enough. Even then, though, Sam could sense that something was tugging at Kurt’s focus — like he wanted to say something more but simply couldn’t.

Either that, or he was waiting for Sam to say something instead.

Well, in that case, Sam may as well rip off the bandage.

“Remember when we almost sang a duet together?” He asked suddenly, disrupting the quiet that had fallen between them.

Kurt didn’t respond for some time, the thick silence suddenly uncomfortable. Sam wondered, momentarily, if Kurt just hadn’t heard him. He was about ready to repeat his question once more when Kurt finally spoke up.

“Well, I’d say it’s pretty hard to forget,” he drew out, slowly. “I had a terribly obvious crush on you. It’s embarrassing to think about in retrospect.”

“Nah, don’t say that! It’s super flattering that a gay guy found me attractive.”

Kurt dispelled a soft breath that sounded like it came from a place of mild exasperation. “Thanks, Sam. I’m thrilled to know that my humiliating forwardness came with the added bonus of a boost to your ego.” Sam couldn’t help but grin at Kurt’s words. His friend had such a consistent, natural humor about him. It was easy to see why Blaine was so in love with him. “Finn was probably right about getting me to back out of the duet for you, though — even if I was mad at him at the time.”

Sam shrugged then. “I dunno about that. I kinda wish you hadn’t.”

Kurt’s character went to a complete stop on the screen and Sam could immediately feel the weight of Kurt’s eyes on him. “What do you mean by that?”

Sam went silent then, pretending to focus on collecting in-game treasure, though he would be lying if he tried to say that he was really in tune with what was happening on the screen before him anymore. Kurt must’ve picked up on it as well, for he paused the game for the both of them and set the controller down on the coffee table. “Sam? You can’t just leave me hanging. So come on, what did you mean by that?”

“I mean, I think I would’ve liked to do that duet with you.”

“What about the whole school potentially thinking you were gay? Wasn’t that like, a huge issue?”

“Maybe to Finn, it was. I never cared, personally. I think that it would’ve been cool. Plus there’s like, way bigger issues than two guys singing a duet together. Like, global warming. Or the fact that Terminator: Salvation didn’t feature Arnold Schwarzeneggar, which kinda worries me for the future of the entire franchise.”

That pulled a smile out of Kurt, which Sam always liked to see. Kurt spent a large portion of his time in high school seemingly pretty unhappy. Sam could recognize why, though — what with being the only gay kid in school and dealing with bullies as well always being overlooked in glee club, it made sense that those things would eventually get to Kurt. And it wasn’t really fair, because Kurt was so nice and caring. He didn’t deserve everything that’s happened to him.

“Point is, you didn’t have to ‘set me free’ or whatever it was that you were doing. I agreed to do the duet because I wanted to, y’know? I thought you were talented, that’s all there really was to it.”

Kurt hummed, momentarily averting his gaze as if in thought. Sam had come to realize that Kurt was a thinker. He liked that about him. It was clear that Kurt tried to choose his words carefully rather than just blurt out the first thing that came to mind. Sam should really consider picking up that habit sometime.

Eventually though, Kurt looked back at him, his expression inquisitive. “Where is this all coming from?” He asked.

To that, Sam didn’t have much of an answer. He had wanted to tell Kurt these things for awhile, he figured, but he was largely unsure why it was coming to the surface now.

He could dive deeper, but it would only cause complications. Sam liked Kurt, but he didn’t think it extended anywhere past a friendship. Or perhaps it did. But either way, Sam had never put much thought into his own identity before, and he didn’t think that sitting with Kurt on the couch in front of the Rayman Legends pause screen was the time to finally do so. Kurt had a boyfriend; one that is clearly enamored with him so it was best to stay out of the way of that.

Sam shrugged. “Just something I’ve been thinking about, I guess.”

With that, Sam stood from the sofa to instead crouch down near the Hudson-Hummel’s collection of game consoles. They could talk about that, but not today. Probably not tomorrow either. But someday, surely they would talk about that.

“Let’s play a different game, shall we?” He could feel the strange look that Kurt was giving him, but he ignored it. Instead, Sam sorted through the shelf of games before pulling one from its spot and waved it around a bit. “How do you feel about trying Mario Galaxy?”