I sat there, in the back of the classroom, watching as Sam spoke to his ex-girlfriend, the one and only, Quinn Fabray. They had been together for about a year before they finally decided to end their obviously unhealthy relationship. She was the obsessive and clingy type that had wanted to be with Sam 24/7. And as much as he may have liked the petite girl, he didn't want the same. Yeah, he loved spending time with her, but he also wanted time to be with his friends. She just had issues sharing.

And now, as I watched him talk to her, I wondered why. It was 3 months since the break up, and they were being completely civil, which worried me. It also made me question if they were even friends now. The way the relationship went, I doubted that friendship would be a possibility.

Soon enough, my curiosity got the best of me, and I moved up a few rows, trying to be as discreet as possible. If the teacher asked, I'd say that I couldn't see the notes on the board. It was a lie, of course, but it worked, and I knew that no one would question it.

"...back together, but I don't think that would work..." I heard Sam say, once I took my seat 2 rows behind the ex-couple. Apparently Quinn wanted to get back with him (of course she did, he's completely gorgeous and perfect) but Sam didn't want to. I couldn't blame him, either. Quinn truly did give off the psycho-baby-mama-head-cheerleader vibe.

"But Sam, I," she paused for a second. Partly because the teacher turned to face the class, and she didn't want to get caught talking, but also because she was putting on a desperate act in an attempt to be dramatic, so that Sam would feel sorry for her. But I knew that he wouldn't. Like me, he could see through her disguise. "I love you." she said, once the teacher turned back around.

And there was no more that Sam could say. But it was only because he didn't care. He glanced at the clock in the front of the classroom, and noticed that it was already time for the bell to ring to end class. It was only a matter of seconds. And those seconds came quicker than expected. Once it rang, he was the first one out of the classroom, and Quinn just watched as he insensitively walked out.

I tried to follow close behind Sam so I could ask him what had happened although I already knew what the situation was. Once I caught up, he was stopped at his locker, and I asked, "Sam, what's wrong?"

He looked away from his locker to look be in the eye, "It's nothing," he said, "Quinn is really trying to get back together with me, and I don't want to be with her. And you know how she is."

"Stubborn, of course." I said, laughing in my mind.

"Exactly," he agreed, "And I don't even know why she'd think I'd want to get back with her after what I said to her when we broke up."

What he said to her? What did he mean by that? Did he lose his cool and say things that he didn't mean? I can't imagine Sam getting angry and throwing things out of proportion like that. He wasn't the type to lose his cool. He was always laid back, not letting things really get to him too often. He was too nice to even tell Quinn that early on in the relationship that she wasn't truly the one. It took him an entire year to finally do it, and even then, he felt bad for having to be mean to someone. For the seven years that he and I have been friends, I never saw him act hostile toward anyone. But I guess everyone has their breaking point.

"What, did you call her out on being the clingy immature girl that she is?" I asked, half-joking.

"Not really." he finished trading the books that were in his hands wit the ones that were in his locker. He began walking down the hallway, and I followed closely behind.

"Then what was it?" I asked again, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Hold on," he said, then he looked in a complete 360, checking if anyone was watching us. Then he picked up speed, and made a beeline toward the nearest staircase.

Had it not been for my long legs, then I would've gotten lost behind him, but I kept up.

"Okay, here we are," he said to me.

"The back staircase? Is it that big of a secret that you don't want to risk anyone knowing about the reason for the break up?" I mocked, even laughing a little at the end.

"You could say that, yes." Sam said, smiling at me. And it wasn't his normal joking smile either, it was different. I've never seen him give me that look before. It was strange.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"Yeah—of course." he paused to take a deep breath. Was the reason so serious that we had to be in the most secluded part of the school for it to be said? Only one person used this staircase before, and that was a mistake. These stairs don't lead anywhere useful. There's just a big empty lot behind the school, and it's a far walk to get to the front. I don't even know why the staircase existed. "It's because of you," he finally croaked out.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, it was always you. The way you look, the way you smile, the way you got jealous whenever you saw Quinn and I walking down the hallway together. I can see it in your eyes that you have a crush on me."

"Sam, that's ridiculous!" I said, quickly becoming defensive. I didn't know what else to say. I thought my secret had been safe all these years, but I guess I was wrong. Being known as 'the gay boy' at school didn't really give me the confidence I needed to talk publicly about whoever I was crushing on. I usually kept to myself about the matter.

"Kurt, don't act so surprised. I've known that you've had a thing for me for a while, and guess what?"

don't hit me.

"I feel the same way," he said.

Never in a million years did I expect those words to come out of his mouth. Of course, I only ever dreamed that such a thing would happen, and now that it was actually happening, I almost pinched myself to make sure it was real. And it very much was.

"I'm sorry?"

"What part of 'I feel the same way' don't you get?" he spoke sarcastically. I always loved the way his hair fell in front of his eyes whenever he would look down on me whenever he got close.

"The 'you're straight' part of it." I bit my lip, taking a step closer to him, just as he did when he spoke sarcastically.

"Well, not so much." he said, taking the final step forward that he needed to for me to feel his body heat radiate against my own. Without much thought or hesitation, he just crashed his lips into mine. This was a feeling that I couldn't describe. Nights upon nights of wishing and dreaming for this moment finally paid off. I guess one of those stars I wished on finally came through with my desires.

"But," I began between kisses, "How'd you know?"

"Let's just say that I'm a really light sleeper."

Oh no. I thought to myself. I remember there was one night where I slept over his house, because I didn't want to stay home alone that night. Once he had fallen asleep, I ended the marathon of Keeping Up With The Kardashians that had been playing because I didn't want to make too much noise and wake him. So instead, I just watched him sleep. Creepy, I know, but he looked so beautiful when he was asleep. He didn't snore, and he didn't drool. He looked so perfectly and utterly content with whatever was going on through his mind at the time. After an hour of just watching, I realized that what made me a male had a mind of it's own, and as much as I tried to throw other thoughts through my mind, it wasn't going to change. I couldn't just sit there, with it bothering me the whole night. So I decided to take care of it. Stroke after stroke, Sam became so much more beautiful. I didn't feel so comfortable doing that, and it turned me on even more. After a few minutes of pleasuring myself while watching my best friend, my body told me that it wanted more than what I was giving it. So I took it upon myself to touch him. Nothing too sexual, just a palm onto his shoulder. And as my fingers connected with his skin, I felt the rush of his body heat float through me, and that was my breaking point. I did something I always deemed creepy, and kind of gross, but it was amazing. I ran my hand down his bare chest, and slipped it under his boxer shorts. He didn't wake up, and I kept going. I lightly began to caress his cock, and the thought I previously had of not being able to become more turned on dispersed from mind, as my body did just that. And apparently, so did his. I never knew that one could get an erection while they were asleep, but I guess that's what happens with morning wood. I felt the blood rushing into his member as it slowly began to rise, and I stroked myself even faster. Once his erection reached it's peak, it slipped out of the opening in his boxer shorts. He let out a groan, and I took my hand out of his shorts and faked like I was asleep so fast that I'd give an Olympic runner a run for their money. But after the silence that followed the groan, I figured that he was still asleep. So I got back up, and admired his pulsating cock, and looked down at mine. I began to stroke myself while watching his dick throb, begging to be touched. His began to go down after a while, and I didn't want that to happen. And without much thought (and let's face it, I wasn't thinking much during the entire time I was masturbating to my best friend while he slept) I bent over, and began to suck him off. His thickness filled my mouth in an instant, and I realized that I'd never been in a situation like this. I'd never performed oral sex in my entire life, and right then, I was doing it to my 'straight' best friend. I started to do what I always saw in the porno videos I often watched, wishing that I could have an experience like that. I went up and down his cock, sucking it off like it was a Popsicle. I guess his body liked it, being that his leg twitched. And I didn't even care if he was awake or not anymore. I just wanted to continue sucking his dick, and stroking my own. Since it'd been about ten minutes since I began to jerk myself off, I came all over the side of his bedsheets. It was the most amazing orgasm that I'd ever had. I don't know if having Sam balls-deep inside of my mouth somehow contributed to the amount of sex hormones that rushed all over my body, but the experience was amazing. I stopped sucking him for a moment to clean myself up, then I looked back at him. Still asleep, and still as beautiful as ever. I went back down to sucking, and I even stroked it with my hand whenever I went up. It was all things I learned from watching hours upon hours of porn videos in the past couple years of my life. And he seemed to like it a lot, being that his leg kept twitching. And soon, the time between the twitches reduced, and it was like he was a dog having it's stomach scratched. Then it happened. An even better sensation than my orgasm just a few moments ago. His orgasm. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and for a moment, I swear his entire fucking being somehow transferred through me, and all around my body, then back to him. I kept sucking, because I didn't want the moment to end. But once his cock began to shrink in size, I knew that both he and I were done.

"You were awake?" I asked, shaking the memory from my current thoughts.

"Not at first," Sam said, smiling, "But then I woke up to you giving me head and it felt pretty good, so I didn't stop you."

"It... felt good?" I asked, blushing. I didn't think it would've been that great since it was my first experience with another guy."

"Yeah, it did," he said, "And my sexuality may have been a little jumbled up in my mind after that whole Curious Kurt experience, hell, even before that, I was kind of questioning. But I know one thing's for sure—you helped me realize who I truly am, Kurt." he smiled, then kissed me once more.

"So what are you saying? You want to be my boyfriend?" I laughed, thinking it was a joke, and this was still a dream.

"Would it be so bad?"