UHHHHH warnings for one line of half-cocked speculation based on something Sam has said and on something I know about an upcoming new character?? (I know you don't care about that, Pyth, but I feel like I should warn anyone else who may stumble across this. CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED.)
(This is seriously the least spoilery thing ever.)
This is totally ridiculous, Sam thinks, and he was a little unsure of the performance at first, but now he's leaning strongly toward the "ridiculous in a good way" category.
He's never seen anything like the show that's being put on in front of him right now, not even the lunchtime ambush concerts that the Warblers used to do back at Dalton. Brittany and Mike and all of the cheerleaders in top hats up there can really dance, but Sam's really only got eyes for the kid in the half-white, half-black suit. With one fringed sleeve and half a mustache painted on one side of his upper lip, and sparkly makeup on his opposite eye. It's beyond ridiculous. But awesome.
Kurt's slinking around the stage, and his voice -- it's even crazier than it had sounded in all those mp3's he'd sent Sam.
For a minute, Sam thinks of what a duet between the two of them could have been like. Sam can't exactly do anything but trip over his own feet when it comes to dancing, but he can play guitar and carry a tune well, and Kurt -- well, Kurt's clearly talented. They could have done something cool together, Sam thinks. Then Kurt is shimmying into the big finale and Sam is vaguely aware of tilting his head to one side and starting to smile (almost laughing), because he can't stop thinking about that conversation in the shower.
This is Kurt's duet partner, the person who's as passionate and talented as he is.
Ridiculous.
(Awesome.)
My personal canon for Sam in this moment is: RIDICULOUSLY OBLIVIOUS.
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(This is seriously the least spoilery thing ever.)
This is totally ridiculous, Sam thinks, and he was a little unsure of the performance at first, but now he's leaning strongly toward the "ridiculous in a good way" category.
He's never seen anything like the show that's being put on in front of him right now, not even the lunchtime ambush concerts that the Warblers used to do back at Dalton. Brittany and Mike and all of the cheerleaders in top hats up there can really dance, but Sam's really only got eyes for the kid in the half-white, half-black suit. With one fringed sleeve and half a mustache painted on one side of his upper lip, and sparkly makeup on his opposite eye. It's beyond ridiculous. But awesome.
Kurt's slinking around the stage, and his voice -- it's even crazier than it had sounded in all those mp3's he'd sent Sam.
For a minute, Sam thinks of what a duet between the two of them could have been like. Sam can't exactly do anything but trip over his own feet when it comes to dancing, but he can play guitar and carry a tune well, and Kurt -- well, Kurt's clearly talented. They could have done something cool together, Sam thinks. Then Kurt is shimmying into the big finale and Sam is vaguely aware of tilting his head to one side and starting to smile (almost laughing), because he can't stop thinking about that conversation in the shower.
This is Kurt's duet partner, the person who's as passionate and talented as he is.
Ridiculous.
(Awesome.)
My personal canon for Sam in this moment is: RIDICULOUSLY OBLIVIOUS.