hold on to sixteen as long as you can

Noah brushed off Sam’s other comments about the food. Sure the beer wasn’t typically a factor at home, but his dad was master of the grill and otherwise, the Hummel’s were masters of the takeout menu. Healthy eating wasn’t exactly his forte or biggest concern. He figured as long as he remained active he was fine. It had worked so far at least. 

“Doesn’t Superman always win?” Noah asked, puffing his chest a little as though to make him the bigger man. He glanced and pointed off to the other room where he’d come from. “Marley’s in with some of the other Cheerios, I didn’t see Santana in there though. Did you guys come together?”

“Maybe in battles, yeah,” Sam admitted, “But in terms of movies and fan favorites?” Sam smirked a little and laughed. “Spidey’s got ya beat there. Wonder Woman is the only good movie in the DCEU so far. Every Spiderman movie has been great - except for Spiderman 3. Obviously.” He took a bit into another sandwich and looked over to where Noah was pointing with a nod. He squinted to see if Santana had ended up in there, but it didn’t seem like it.

“Yeah,” Sam said in response. After a moment he emphasized, “Yeah, of course we came together. We’re dating. You haven’t heard differently, have you?” He knew the break up or “break-up” or whatever was coming soon; she hadn’t told anyone about it yet, though, right? He was still hoping he could change her mind. 

But as his tipsy mind thought about that, he remembered what Santana had said about their school’s golden couple. “I’m glad you and Marley are still going strong. I heard about all the Finn texts,” Sam said without thought. “I don’t think he’s even shown up tonight so I guess you’re all fine.”

Noah had slipped away from Marley for a moment. It’s not that they were joined at the hip or couldn’t be separated, but between what he’d done with Quinn over the summer and now the weirdness with Finn, well, he maybe felt a little territorial over his girl. But he wasn’t crazy or anything. Which is why he’d gone on his own for snacks. Marley could find Kitty or any of her other friends. He’d be back.

He stepped up to the table just in time to hear Sam’s mumbling about healthy snacks. “It’s a party, Sam,” he pointed out, “The closest thing you’ll get to healthy is the finger sandwiches. Plus, holidays are supposed to be exempt from all that anyway. Just have fun with it.”

Sam hadn’t realized anyone was really listening, so he was a little surprised when he got a response from anyone. He turned his head a little to look at Noah and listened to him. He shrugged, a bit sluggishly, and then took one of the sandwiches like Noah suggested.

“I know. Just could use something better than this. Alcohol’s enough of a carb,” Sam explained. He blew some air through his lips and looked over Noah’s costume as Superman. It definitely didn’t look half bad on him. “Looks like we got a Marvel vs. DC thing goin’ on here. Spidey or Supes - who wins?” he joked. “Where’s your Lois at?” Sam asked. “And my MJ?” He looked around, not sure where Santana had gone off to. “And Deadpool...” Sam added under his breath. Where was Kurt?

“It sounds like at some point in the near future, we’ll have our night planned out for us.” He winked, laughing. He would definitely find a way to make this happen. Maybe he could find somewhere that would rent him a private room. Or he’d have to turn his bedroom into a stage…Plans already went through his head quickly, cycling through what he would have to do to have this fun and probably incredibly sexy moment with Sam in the near future. 

“No one’s perfect.” He agreed. “But I think you’re amazing. You come pretty damn close. At least as lose as I’ve ever seen someone from Lima be.” He admitted. “I don’t know how you do it. Be so sweet and kind despite the fact that so many people out there are assholes” he admitted. “I mean you always see the bright side in everyone.” Including him, but those words got caught in his throat. He wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t a kind one. But somehow that didn’t bother Sam at all. 

“My mom is awesome. And she loves you by the way.” He laughed. “A honest to god friend of mine who isn’t using me or bullying me. I think she might want to adopt you.” He teased. 

“Of course I would.” He said, one of the easiest things he’d ever admit. He thought about it for a second. “I could pull off Rizzo. Not really packing the right parts for it.” He teased with a laugh. “But I have more of a range for any of the girl parts versus the boys.” He admitted. 

"Apparently,” Sam agreed with a laugh. He had no idea how likely it was to really happen, but knowing Kurt, it actually had a strong chance of happening. He was always so willing to go the extra mile and it was kind of cute...and really hot as well. Kurt was always trying new things with him, and Sam loved all of it.

“I’m not always that nice,” Sam said. He did try, though since, well, that was how he was raised. His family lived in Kentucky before he was born and he had always been raised to be a proper Southern Gentleman. Of course, it was especially easy to be one with girls when he had no interest in doing anything but talking with them. He shrugged a little, “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t see the point of getting mad at everyone or judging people.” He mainly just got mad and judged himself, really. He spent years hating himself for not being “normal”, and while he had accepted his sexuality and was in a better place, he still sort of hated himself for being so closeted that even his regular hook-up partner/friend with benefits/whatever didn’t know he was gay. 

“It’s not hard being nice when it comes to you,” Sam added after a moment. 

Sam smiled, glad to know Kurt’s mom liked him. She was pretty awesome, at least the little he had seen of her. Sam chuckled and pointed out, “That would kinda make our situation a little weird.” Whatever they were, being legally related would make it pretty fucked up.

“Yeah, well you kinda got her vibe going on,” Sam said. “We don’t have to worry about getting your pregnant, though, but that’s kind of a plus.” Sam looked back at the screen and said, “I always wanted to be Kenickie ‘cause he sings ‘Grease Lightning’ in the stage show. Kind of a bummer he doesn’t in the movie.” He thought about what he said for a moment, because it was, uh, pretty gay, right? To know that about a musical? Maybe he had more tell-tale signs than he thought.

Kurt smiled, so grateful for the man sitting beside him in that moment. He didn’t know how he managed to get someone so amazing into the trainwreck that was Kurt Puckerman. But he would take every minute he could get. Until Sam realized how terrible he truly was. He smiled at Grease on the screen and imagined them in those roles. 

“I mean it may be painful, seeing you tear off clothes I designed but the end result would be worth the pain.” He winked, smiling at Sam. “And hey, maybe I’ll repay the favor if you want?” He suggested, shimmying his shoulders in a small attempt at sexy dancing. 

“Thank you.” He said, hearing everything that Sam said. “You are so perfect.” He leaned, kissing Sam’s cheek. “I mean you came over here when I needed and talked to me about all this…” he sighed, taking Sam’s hand. “My mom is the best. She’s been so understanding and supportive and she hasn’t let what my dad said ruin things between us. I love her. I can’t ever imagine not having her.” 

He looked over at Sam, smiling. “I think you could. Definitely. I’d come see you in Grease. I’d see you in anything, honestly.” He said with a laugh. 

At the mention of Kurt returning the stripping favor, Sam turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Sam said honestly, a slight smirk on his face, though Kurt’s shimmy in response made that smirk turn into a laugh. He looked off to the distance for a moment as he imagined it and nodded again, “I would definitely be more than okay with that.” 

Sam smiled as Kurt kissed his cheek, his skin tingling just a bit from where Kurt kissed him. Weird. “I’m definitely not perfect,” Sam said, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure how anyone could think that about him, least of all Kurt. Kurt was so brave; he was out and unafraid to be whatever he wanted to be. Sam couldn’t even come out to his closest friends - or, hell, even to Kurt for that matter. He hadn’t even said the word gay out loud since he drunkenly confided in Santana that night all those months ago. 

“Your mom’s great,” Sam agreed after a moment. He didn’t know her, not really, but with how much Kurt respected and loved her, he knew she had to be something special. Kurt was a great judge of character. Well, most of the time.