The moment Kurt sees Sam walk into school wearing that jacket, his eye starts twitching and his fingers clench and unclench… for multiple reasons.
For starters… damn. Even giving him the fashion pieces to make him look like a gorgeous model fresh out of Milan, Sam Evans has managed to singlehandedly mess it up. Despite the fact that he looks hot as fuck the way he’s put it on, the main thing on Kurt’s mind is at least fixing the collar.
Beneath the fact that his fingers were itching to put that coat on Sam the way it was meant to be worn, he was practically swimming in an olympic pool of butterflies. Just the sight of Sam wearing his coat sent a whirlwind of images through his mind, each greater than the last; sneaky smiles, hand holding, afternoon naps, heated kisses- he was getting ahead of himself. Sam wasn’t gay, and he couldn’t help that he looked great in a certain jacket.
Kurt glanced up and down the hallway quickly, making sure no one was paying attention, before sneaking up behind Sam and grabbing his hand, tugging him into the nearest broom closet. The blonde struggled a bit, initially surprised, before giving Kurt a warm smile.
“Why are we in a closet?” He asked, a playful smirk starting to cross his lips. Kurt rolled his eyes, trying to not show how amused he was by Sam’s, well, everything.
“Because you look silly.” Taking a step closer, Kurt reached his hands out to turn down Sam’s collar, unable to hold his grin as Sam looked defeated: why boys liked their collars flipped up, Kurt would never understand. When the collar was properly turned down, his fingers traced over the seams on the shoulders, smoothing the fabric out to stretch over Sam’s shoulders better.
