SHARKBOY305

(I think it’s easy to tell how many times I’ve been to a convention from this. (I’ll give a clue, none) Hope you still like it!)

“We’re actually here”

“Mmmhmm”

“Like, here”

“Yep.”

“But, I’ve been waiting to go here my entire life. This is my life’s goal and I’m here!”

“That’s nice Sammy.”

Sam turned to glare at his inattentive boyfriend. “Are you even listening?”

“Tuned out about twenty minutes back.”

Sam rolled his eyes but quickly resumed his rambling. Rory sighed and continued to people-watch. His “in latex but really shouldn’t be” count was getting extremely high, extremely fast. Not to mention his boyfriend hadn’t shut up since they started waiting in line. In fact, he hadn’t shut up since they boarded the plane to San Diego. And now, a four hour flight later, Rory was about ready to tape his mouth shut.

But being the perfect, complacent boyfriend that he is, he decided to settle on keeping his own mouth shut and letting his boyfriend prattle on about how ComicCon was the greatest thing in existence ever (Rory was not bitter over the fact Sam had once said that he was the greatest thing in existence ever, he wasn’t).

“Rory, Rors, look! That guy’s Captain America costume is awesome! He’s got all the details and he’s even gone classic with it, not the movie version!” Rory faintly remembers Sam saying something about how comics are better than the movies made of them but he never really understood the blonde’s reasoning behind the claim. Something about artistic integrity. All Rory knew was that he would rather watch Chris Evans in a tight-fitting suit than read the comics.

“Tha’ reminds me. Weren’t you gonna be Captain America for this?” Rory asked, genuinely curious. Sam idolised the superhero, being his idea of the perfect Avenger would have been a much more suitable option, at least in Rory’s opinion.

“I told you Rors, I found an awesome idea for you and decided to match your costume.” Sam explained patiently. Ah yes, the enigma that was Rory’s costume. He wriggled uncomfortably in the large trench coat and shirt combo he had been forced into that morning.

“What am I supposed to be again? I know you’re Dean but who am I am?”

“Spoilers babes.”

“Stop mis-quoting Doctor Who Samuel.”

Sam laughed at finally hitting Rory’s ‘nerd nerve’. “We’ll find you a Doctor Who stand when we get your feathery ass in there.”

Rory frowned and tilted his head slightly. “I don’t get that reference Sam.”

“Sam? Why are you laughing so hard?”

***

A full seven hours later Rory managed to drag his fangirling boyfriend out of the convention. It had been way too crowded for his liking and he nearly had a heart attack when he lost him at the Avatar display. Though, and Rory would never admit it, Sam’s face whenever he saw anything he loved was worth the near cardiac arrest and the fact he couldn’t feel his legs or his hands anymore. Laden down with what merchandise Sam would let Rory buy for him they were finally on their way home.

“Did you enjoy yourself babe?” Sam asked Rory eagerly. The Irish boy shot him a withering glare.

“I’ve been up since two this morning, waited in line for god knows how long, wandered around after you for seven hours and I don’t think my legs will ever work properly again.” he ranted.

Sam’s face fell and he recoiled slightly from him. Rory sighed in exasperation and leant in to kiss the blonde.

“I enjoyed every second of it.” he grinned when they parted.

Rory wearing Sam’s letterman jacket.

“Sam…. are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I have a hold of you and I’m not letting go”

Rory was worried, last time he’d been on an ice rink, let’s just say things didn’t go so well. That would be if “didn’t go so well” meant checking into A&E with a broken ankle. Despite this, he still came across eager and excited to be going ice skating on his first date with Sam, that was until he got to the rink itself.

After they had rented their boots, Rory was in a state of panic. His clammy hands were shaking trying to do up the laces on his boots, when Sam came over,sat beside him, and took Rory’s hands in his own.

“Rors, calm down. It’s going to be ok, I wont let go of you, I promise” said Sam gently, giving Rory a reassuring smile.

They both stood up, and made their way over to the rink, fingers laced together. Sam stood out onto the ice first, grasping Rory tightly round the waist, then helped the Irish boy onto the ice.

Rory started off slow, but once he’d gotten into the swing of things, he was pretty much keeping up with Sam. They both glided clumsily across the ice, keeping their fingers interlinked with each other’s the whole time.

Towards the end of the date both of the boys had started to get a little cocky, quickening their pace and darting across the ice quickly, that was until Rory’s skate hit a little chip in the ice, and he came tumbling down, falling right on top of Sam. Both boys were laughing hysterically at the awkwardness of their situation, as they were lying on top of each other in the middle of a public ice rink. Sam took this golden oppertunity to stare thoughtfully into the chocolate-haired lad’s shockingly blue eyes, grab his red, cold cheeks, reach up and kiss him tenderly on his pale pink lips. Both boys were in agreement with each other.

Best.Date.Ever.

Sorry if it’s quite short:\

“Rors?” Sam called entering the auditorium.

“I’m here” Rory said coming out of the curtains of the stage.

“You texted me to meet you here, what’s going on?” the blonde bloke asked.

“This whole graduation thing made me think” Rory said with a little smile “I’m graduating next year and so are you”

“I hope” Sam laughed.

“Don’t you get it?” Rory asked Sam not believing that he didn’t see what was right in front of him “We’re graduating! We’re going to the grown up’s world and we can’t even handle coming out to our friends!”

Rory sat at the floor and let his tears fall.

“All I wanted was to have a legacy. I don’t want to be someone that people would look and say ‘look, that’s the guy that came all the way from Ireland to McKinley’. I want to be more than this. I can be more than this!

“Rory, let me tell you something” Sam said as he sat next to his boyfriend. He intertwined his fingers and looked to the auditorium “This is your legacy. Our legacy. People will come here four years from now and will say ‘that’s the same stage that those guys rehearsed their butts off to win that national championship” Sam pressed his lips against Rory’s “the same stage that irish boy and the homeless lad shared a kiss. Our legacy has a name… It’s love”.

Rory blushed. He felt Sam’s breathe on his skin and it was like everything that worried him was gone.

“I love you, Sam Evans” Rory said kissing Sam.

I have this headcanon that their scents/flavors are honey, strawberries, and daises.

when kurt’s in new york, sam sneaks into kurt’s room and lays down in his bed when he misses kurt the most. everybody in the house knows he does it, but they don’t speak of it. sometimes he shows up to school in clothes that kurt left behind, like his old dalton hoodie

Whenever he calls Kurt up on the phone while he’s at home, he does it from Kurt’s room... just that feeling of being surrounded by Kurt while talking to him, confiding in him...

One idea: Maybe they aren’t even together yet, or maybe they’re together but on the DL... but when Kurt never complains that Sam’s been in his room, and when Sam keeps seeking out comfort from Kurt whether he’s there or not... Well... Burt and Carole figure it out. They don’t mention it, but they know that whatever is going on, Sam and Kurt have a connection.