Kurt gave him goodbye present.
A haircut.
Few hours after Sam let him know he's leaving, Kurt called him, with fake excitement in his voice, sounding even more fake after Sam has seen the look in his eyes right after the announcement. "I know you can't really afford it," Kurt said, "and hey, you're starting new school, right? You should look good. Not like when you moved here, with this scent of lemons and cut of mess. And trust me - I know what I'm doing."
And Sam trusted Kurt, he trusted him like no one else in this world, so he said yes. Besides, his hair looked really bad.
Kurt was giving him a haircut on the front porch of the motel and it felt different and familiar at the same time: it felt like scene from some other life.
Boy was gentle, good and… quick, at least at first. In the middle of work he suddenly slowed down, a lot. His actions became more like a caress or art, not job to do. Sam didn't mind at all, just the opposite, he didn't know why, but he wanted this moment to last, with Kurt's hands in his hair and the warmth of summer sun on their faces.
"Close your eyes" Kurt said quietly before cutting the bangs. And Sam did, and opened them again right after the hiss of scissors, meeting Kurt's sight.
They shared a small smile, quiet and intimate, like a secret.
Kurt looked at him in silence for few seconds after he has finished - this moment might have been awkward, but Sam didn't really feel it that way.
"I like your natural color" Kurt said, handing Sam the mirror. There was something sad in his voice and a soft smile on his lips. "You didn't have to hide it."