A/N: All right, so we all know that our dear Chord Overstreet has left for other opportunities, thus making our favorite big-lipped Blondie the new Matt Rutherford. So I've decided to make a new story. A year ago, we all heard the rumors of Kurt getting a boyfriend (via the help of Quinn) and Chris Colfer had even replied to the rumors that his boyfriend's name would be Sam. So, whether the rumors were true or not back then, I've decided to write a fanfic around Sam and Kurt as if that rumor were true. So this takes place at the start of duets and will take off in slight AU right from there! So here it is! Reviews are like personal Rachel Berry original song songs sung just for you! I hope you enjoy it!

More relieved than ever to have his father back home and under his and Carole's watchful eye, Kurt could return to school with a much clearer mind and lighter heart. He knew his father was a stubborn one but hopefully Carole could come over more often to make sure Burt was all right while Kurt was at school.

Speaking of school, Kurt entered the main doors of William McKinley with the usual spring in his step and flair of his fabulous outfit. Kurt Hummel was back on top and things were looking up.

But oh, was Kurt in for a surprise.

In glee that day, Kurt sat with Mercedes discussing the latest Vogue as Mr. Schue took attention of the class. " Alright guys, I just got back from Figgins' office. I've got some bad new: Puckerman's in Juvie."

"It was just a matter of time." Tina sated matter-of-factly.

"What?" Quinn asked in shock. "What did he do?"

Mr. Schue sighed. "He used with his mother's Volvo; crashed it into the front of a convince store and took off with the ATM."

A few members of the club laughed while Quinn was in shock and disappointment while Rachel and Finn were trying to take it all in. "When is he getting out?" Rachel asked.

"Unknown." Mr. Schue answered.

Brittany giggled. "He's like he dumbest person on the planet and that's coming from me."

"Guys!" Mr. Schue cut off. "Let's have some sort of sympathy."

"For a guy, who always put his needs before the team? We need his voice and his bad boy stage presence!"

"Don't think of this as a crisis or –"

"Or more opportunities to further embarrass ourselves." Quinn snorted. Her concern for Puck had disappeared as soon as she had heard what he'd done.

"No, for welcoming our newest member!" Mr. Schue announced happily as everyone looked to the doorway.

A tall blonde boy jogged into the choir room as the club clapped. He had fair skin, but he wasn't pale. His white shirt hugged his muscles well and his large mouth showed off an impressive smile. "Hey everyone, I Sam Evans; or just Sam; Sam I am, and no, I don't like green eggs and ham." The new blonde boy, Sam, said awkwardly yet happily as the glee club stared.

"Oh, he's got no game." Santana muttered sinisterly.

Sam's smile faltered slightly and a small blush rose to his cheeks.

Mr. Schue jumped in to avoid any more awkwardness. "Welcome to New Directions, Sam!" The club clapped politely as the still blushing Sam quickly took a seat in front of Mercedes and Kurt.

Mr. Schue went to the white board and wrote down a single word. He turned back to the group. "Can anyone tell me what a duet is?"

"A blanket." Brittany chirped.

Mr. Schue shook his head. "A duet is a song sung by two people. It could be a love song, the two singers singing to each other, or just a simple song with each singer sharing the lyrics. They can sing it to or with each other." He smiled. "Now, since I know you all love the competitive spirit, I'm going to make this a little competition."

The club rumbled with murmurs and smirks at the thought of winning something.

"Now," Mr. Schue continued. "You all will pair up for your duets and each pair will sing their song. At the end, we will all vote on the best duet. And the winners will receive this!" Mr. Schue pulled out an envelope. "A free dinner for two at Breadstix!"

As Mr. Schue began to discuss more on the competition, Mercedes turned to Kurt. "So, what do you think of the new guy?"

Kurt appraised Sam from his seat and smirked. "Sam? He totally plays for Team Gay."

Mercedes eyes Kurt warily. "And how do you figure that?"

"You see his hair?" Kurt asked. "It's from a bottle, and no straight man has that much concern for his hair. He must play for Team Gay." He smiled triumphantly back at Mercedes.

She just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Whatever you say, White Boy." There was a pause between them. "So who are you going to sing a duet with?"

Kurt turned back to the blonde boy and smiled.

Sam was getting books for his next class. He wasn't known so much as the new kid anymore, now that he was on the football team. But with his shoulder out for a while, glee seemed like a good way to climb the social ladder.

He closed his locker to find one of the guys from glee holding out his hand and smiling at him. This boy, Sam thought, was very well dressed. His clothes were colorful and fit him well. And his face was clear and light, while his hair was styled so much differently than most guys. Just by that Sam could already tell that the boy was gay.

"Hello, Sam Evans. My name is Kurt Hummel and I just wanted to personally welcome you to the glee club." Kurt said lightly.

Sam took his hand and smiled. "Thanks for the warm welcome."

Kurt stared at Sam for an awkward moment, just smiling. Sam eyed Kurt oddly. "Just tell me." Kurt smirked.

Sam looked at Kurt with even more confusion. "Say what? What do you mean?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "I have three gifts. One is my voice. Two is my ability to see trends in men's fashion, oh who am I kidding? All fashion really. And three is my ability to tell when it comes from a bottle."

Sam blinks. "I don't dye my hair."

Kurt snorts. "Yeah you do."

Sam furrows his brows. "I think I'm going to go, you're kind of freaking my out." Sam begins to walk away when Kurt catches up to him.

"I'm sorry." Kurt says sincerely. "Let me make it up to. You can be my duet partner. Really, if you want to win you're going to have to partner with either me or Rachel, and trust me, I'm much less crazy than Rachel… and more talented."

Sam keeps walking but looks at Kurt warily. "Isn't a duet supposed to be between and guy and a girl?"

Kurt laughs. "That's so traditional. Have you ever heard of Singing in the Rain?"

Sam just looked at him blankly.

"Well then, maybe you are straight." Kurt mumbled to himself.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Oh! Nothing." Kurt smiles. "But here's what you should do: Rent Singing in the Rain and look up the Breadstix menu, because we are going to win this." Kurt said as he left Sam in the hall.

Kurt went the other way to lunch, passing a very confused looking Finn on the way. Kurt knew he was being a little aggressive, but his Dad always told him that if he wanted something, he had to fight for it. He may not be positive if Sam was gay or not but either way, maybe Kurt could get a friend out of the whole thing.

Don't get Kurt wrong; he loved Mercedes, Brittany, Tina, and sometimes Rachel and Santana, but maybe this time, just this once, he'd have a guy for a friend. A guy friend that didn't glance out of the corner of his eye, wondering if Kurt was going to touch him or pounce on him

Kurt shook his head of the thought; he didn't need to get all sentimental now, especially since he would be singing with Sam. Finally, he'd get to sign a song with a boy.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and looked away from the lunch line to see Finn looking at him sternly. "I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt replied, continuing down the lunch line.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Finn said heatedly.

"Well Finn, right now, I'm getting lunch because I'm hungry. What are you doing?"

"Don't mess around with me Kurt. What are you doing with Sam; why are you doing a duet with him?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, Finnegan, most duets are sung with two people, and silly me, thinking Sam was another person, decided to ask him to sing a duet with me. Sorry for being so foolish." Kurt bit sarcastically.

"I know what a duet is, Kurt." Finn retorted. "You shouldn't sing a duet with Sam."

"And the latent homophobia returns." Kurt sighed angrily, pushing down the lunch line.

"It's not about me!" Finn hissed. "If he sings with you, guys at the school are going to harass him so quickly that within a week, he'd have to quit glee club. And if he quits we can't win Nationals. I'm not being homophobic, I'm just trying to keep him and you from being bullied, and looking out for what's best for the glee club."

Kurt kept moving. "There's nothing wrong with two guys singing a duet together, it doesn't even have to be a love song! And besides, we're not singing these duets in front of the school; it's just for the club. Your argument is invalid."

Finn stared blankly at Kurt for a moment, still processing Kurt's argument and the invalid comment. He then refocused and glared at Kurt. "You need to stop, Kurt. This is last year all over again." Kurt froze. "I like you Kurt, I really do, but what you did with me last year… If I did that to a girl she'd file a restraining order. You're too aggressive and you don't know when no means no. You can't go pinning after Sam like you did me; he's straight Kurt, and you need to leave him alone."

And with that Finn stalked away, leaving Kurt alone in the lunch line.

A single tear ran down the pale boy's cheek.

Sam was leaving the shower rooms after football practice when Finn came up to him. "You can't sing with Kurt."

Sam blinked, was all of New Directions this forward? "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a thing against gay dudes." Sam bit back.

Finn sighed. "I don't." Sam gave him a look. "I don't. It's them; the rest of the world that does. They bully Kurt for being gay and they bully the glee club."

"Wait, I thought you said me joining the glee club would help with my popularity?" Sam asked lowly as he dressed.

"And it will!" Finn responded quickly. "We just need to win Nationals, then everyone will love us!" Then his face fell. "But if you sing with Kurt, they're going to bully you and you're reputation won't last. You should lay low for a while until you're fully settled in glee club."

Sam looked at Finn intently for a moment. "I'm singing with him. I gave him my word. Gay or not, I don't care, Finn. Kurt asked me, I said yes, there's nothing else to say."

Sam walked off, leaving Finn sitting on the locker room bench.

Sam clenched his fist as he stormed out of the locker room, only to be blasted with two slushies seconds later.

"Welcome to glee club, Lady Lips!" Azimio laughed as he and Karofsky passed him by.

Sam stood there in shock as the icy drink seeped down his pants, that's when another glee club member, one of the blonde Cheerios, walked past. She stopped and gave Sam a pitying look; she then took his arm and led him towards the bathroom. As she led him to the girl's bathroom, she expected him to squirm and insist on the boy's bathroom, but Sam didn't even flinch as he and Quinn went in the girl's room, causing several girls to squeal and run out at the sight of Sam.

"Freshman." Quinn scoffed. "It's like they've never seen a boy before." She then pointed to the chair next to the farthest sink. "Sit." She commanded.

And Sam knew well enough by now to not defy the head cheerleader; he sat instantly.

Quinn began washing the slushie out of Sam's fake blonde hair. Sam reveled in the touch and the warm water soothing his brain freeze. It reminded him of when his mother used to wash his hair for him when he was young. After a few minutes she stopped and she stepped back.

Sam looked up with blinking eyes. His hazel eyes piercing through cool auburn eyes. "Well?" Quinn huffed. "I don't have a towel so you might as well shake your head like a dog to get the water out."

Sam blinked again, then realizing that Quinn had stepped back for him to shake his head, followed her orders and his drenched hair everywhere.

Once he was done, he smiled innocently at her. "Thanks…Quinn, right?"

Quinn smirked. "Yes, Quinn Fabray. And you're Sam Evans, and don't worry, I already know that you don't like green eggs and ham."

Sam blushed at his earlier awkward introduction, but smiled anyways. "Yeah…that's for helping me out. Now I just got to get my spare clothes from the locker room."

Quinn hummed a response and began to sashay towards the door. "Good luck, Sam Evans." She sang with a small smile, leaving the bathroom.

Sam tilted his head in confusion. "….Good luck? Good luck with what?"

The kids in New Directions were weird; all of them, Sam thought.

At home, Kurt was taking care of his father and making him dinner when he let out a large depressive sigh.

Burt eyed his kid. "What's up, kiddo?" He asked softly yet gruffly as usual.

Kurt plopped down next to Burt on the couch and put his hand on his head. "It's this duets competition in glee club." Kurt answered despondently. "There's this new guy that just joined. Sam Evans. And I asked him to be my partner for the duets competition but as soon as I did, Finn came yelling at me saying that I shouldn't be so aggressive and that I don't understand when no means no, and it's really none of Finn's business who I sing with."

Burt let it all sink in for a moment. Then turned to his son. "Kurt, is this Sam kid, you know, gay?"

Kurt's frown deepened. "Yet to be determined."

"Well, maybe he's straight….Maybe Finn has a point."

Kurt looked at his father indignantly. "Wha-You're siding with him? After what he called me in our basement?"

"Well Carole and I were talking. And you weren't being completely honest with me. She said that you had a crush on Finn and weren't afraid to show it. Is that true?"

Kurt huffed and stood. "So a gay guy can be friendly to a straight guy without it looking like sexual harassment?"

"I'm just saying that some guys aren't comfortable or don't know how to take unwanted advances or affection. That's all."

"So you're saying that I can't sing with Sam just so I don't upset a few homophobes?" Kurt bit angrily. "I thought you said no one pushes the Hummels around!"

"No one does." Burt argued. "That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that maybe you're the one pushing this Sam kid around just because you're interested in him."

"Dad, you don't understand." Kurt pleaded. "I am the only openly gay kid in that school. In this town! You have no idea what it feels like. Why can't I walk down the halls with the person I like? Why can't I slow dance with the person I love at prom?"

Burt sighed. He knew this day was coming, he just wished he had the answers for his boy. "Come here."

Kurt fell silent as well and sat back next to his father. "You think I don't want all those things for you?" Burt asked. "I do. I want you…to have everything. I want you to be able to openly love anyone, boy or girl, wherever you want, whenever you want. I want all those thing for you, because you're my son and I love you." Burt sighed again. "But…until you find someone, as open and as proud and as brave as you are…you just gotta get used to going it alone."

Kurt understood where his father was coming from. Maybe he was a little too forward with Sam, and however blunt and rude Finn was, he wasn't exactly subtle with his crush on him last year. Kurt let out a breath and leaned his had on his father's shoulder, wondering what the hell he was going to do next.

It was late after football practice and Sam, having busted his shoulder, was still off the field and in the weight room. Having finished his workout, he went to the showers. Sam was still thinking about what Finn had said to him; to not sing with Kurt. He really didn't care if Kurt was gay or not, that wasn't even a blip on his radar. What mattered was the 60 mp3's Kurt had sent him online. He sounded exactly like Faith Hill and his voice floated like no other voice Sam had heard. The kid was good.

To be honest, Sam wanted to win. Sure everyone else did too, but Sam had horribly made a fool of himself in his introduction to the glee club and there were other things he needed to make up for.

Sam wasn't afraid to sing with Kurt, maybe Kurt was right; maybe the only way to win the competition was to join him or Rachel and if that was Finn's girlfriend then there had to be something wrong with her.

And then there was Quinn….

But Sam's thoughts on the cheerleader were cut short when he heard someone clear their throat. He turned to find Kurt looking blankly into his eyes. Sam was a little startled by Kurt's appearance, knowing how the football team felt about the boy, he was surprised Kurt would even step foot in here.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go all Shawshank on you." Kurt smiled.

"Uh…" Sam uttered exactly what he was thinking. "Most dudes don't…really talk to each other when they're in here."

Kurt wanted to smack himself for even considering talking to Sam when he was showering. He was naked for god's sake! Maybe his father was right, maybe he was just a little too forward. "I know, but this can't wait." Kurt sighed. "I'm setting you free. You're free to sing a duet with someone the world deems more appropriate."

Sam frowned at the boy. "Did…did I do something to offend you?" Sam really didn't want to upset Kurt or anything, he thought the guy was weird but still pretty cool.

Kurt looked surprised; it wasn't every day a boy (possibly straight no less) to be concerned about offending him! "No! Or course not. You have been very honorable. I just realized that I need to sing with someone that matches my passion and talent."

Sam laughed. "And who would that be?"

Kurt smirked as well. He glanced at Sam's shower caddy. "You know…they have special shampoo for color-treated hair." Kurt's smirk grew as he walked away from the showers.

Sam pouted. "I don't dye my hair!" He defended.

"Uh huh." Kurt deadpanned as he left.

Despite just being dumped as a duet partner, Sam smiled. Kurt was odd no doubt, but was pretty catty and witty.

Sam was sure Kurt was a pretty awesome dude.

A pretty awesome dude that Sam really wanted to sing with.

"Kurt! Hold on, Kurt!" Sam shouted as he quickly tried to finish his shower and dry himself off.

Kurt stopped and turned around, looking at Sam oddly. "Yes? Do you need help finding a duet partner? I'm sure Quinn or Brittany would love to assist you since Mercedes and Santana have already performed….and Rachel is bat-shit crazy.

Sam came out of the showers in only a towel and stood in front of Kurt. "I don't get it, dude. You ask to sing with me and then two days later come back and say you want to sing with someone with your same talent and passion? You haven't even heard me sing! You don't know my passion for music either!" Sam smirked, "Who says that I'm not better than you?"

Kurt smirked; Sam had wit and knew how to use it. "Well played, Evans. While it's true I haven't heard you sing, and we hardly know each other," We hardly know each other, Kurt thought, I really was going into this crush blindly! "I do know that I am an excellent singer, and with my higher register, we'd only be able to sing boy/girl duets which are usually about love. And with that comes a problem, no straight boy wants to sing a love song with a gay guy." Kurt felt his heart clench at the words. Kurt looked down, willing any emotions to be gone; he didn't want to cry in front of Sam.

"Is this about Finn?" Sam asked quietly, sensing the brunette's displeasure.

Kurt looked up, wide-eyed. Had Finn talked to Sam too? "It may have something to do with him. Did he talk to you?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, he said that singing with you would be a death sentence from the rest of the school."

Kurt's fury exploded. How dare Finn try and scare Sam out of singing with him! It was bad enough to go after Kurt, but then to go and try and talk Sam out of it? "Well, that buffoon has meddled with my life on more than one occasion." Kurt wanted to exact revenge on Finn right that second. He spun around, ready to find and destroy Finn on sight, but Sam's large hand grasped Kurt's shoulder to stop him.

"Hold up, Kurt. You still didn't give me an answer. What if I said that I didn't care if you were gay and how it would affect me? You sent me recordings of you singing, I knew you sang like a girl, no offense, and I never came to you calling it all off. And I also got that we'd have to sing a girl/boy song because of it, not to mention I haven't really heard of any boy/boy duets that weren't rap songs. I understood all that and I still didn't tell you I didn't want to sing with you anymore." He looked into Kurt's blue-green eyes. "I said I'd sing with you, I gave you my word, and hell or high water, I'm going to sing with you."

Kurt was overcome with emotion at Sam's words. He was truly the first guy to ever actually want to sing with him, and he was so passionate about it. Sam actually cared, and didn't care if Kurt was gay, and he didn't care if they sang a love song or not. But that's what made it so much worse.

Kurt felt his hand shake slightly, and his eyes sting. He had to leave. "I'm sorry, Sam." Kurt whispered. "I-I just can't."

And Kurt ran.

Sam just stood there, watching Kurt go in a flurry of tears.

His fists clenched. He knew one person who would give him answers.

Finn.

Kurt ran downstairs into his basement bedroom, avoiding his father at all costs. He just ran away from one of the best things that ever happened to him.

A male friend.

One that didn't care he was gay, that wanted to sing with him.

But Kurt couldn't, Finn said he was doing what he did to him all over again and his father thought he was too aggressive. He may have been too quick on the draw on Sam's sexuality but that doesn't mean he couldn't talk to Sam at all! Sam could have just been a friend.

But he had to kill that possibility now.

And he also had to find a suitable duet to sing and even more importantly, a new duet partner. Mercedes was always his go to girl, they killed it in '4 Minutes', but she had sung with Santana, and they were amazing too.

He needed a duet partner with the same talent and passion as him; someone who could perform just as well as he could and be able to fit well with his voice.

Then a light went off in Kurt's head.

He had his partner….and his song.

At school the next day, Sam had a mission, well two missions that is. One was to deal with Finn and what he did, and doing, to Kurt. The second one was the duet competition. Since Kurt wouldn't (couldn't?) sing with him, he needed to find a new duet partner and fast.

That's where Quinn came in.

She was in glee, obvious plus; she was a girl, good enough to please that douchebag Finn, and she already knew Sam and…maybe liked him? Sam still didn't know what she meant by 'good luck', but the way she looked at him; those eyes.

That's when he spotted her. Quinn was walking down the hall, her uniform parting the sea of students, when Sam came running up to her, guitar in hand. "Hey, Quinn, can we talk?"

Quinn studied Sam's face for a moment, and then gave a small, closed-lipped smile. "Sure, what about?"

Sam grinned. "Duets."

It was Kurt's turn in glee and despite his discussion with Sam the day before, he was bright and chipper and ready to kick some ass.

"Due to some sensitivities in which I'm in no mood to discuss," Kurt gave a small, dead glance at Finn who only looked on in confusion. "I have dissolved my partnership for the competition."

"So, who are you going to sing with?" Mr. Schue asked, not knowing where it was going.

"Only the most talented member of the group…me." Kurt smiled as Rachel, who was beaming at the supposed praise, frowned.

"Can you even do that? That's like vocal masturbation or something." Santana scoffed.

Kurt only smirked as the club snickered at her comment. "I will be singing the classic song from Victor/Victoria. A song that shows how to embrace both the male and female side to us all. Watch and learn, Santana." Kurt eye-pointed her. "Meet me in the auditorium. I asked a few glee club members and some Cheerios to help me in my performance."

In the auditorium, Sam sat far from Quinn, still sulking about what had happened. One minute he was teaching her how to play the guitar, then he got caught in her eyes and….and then he didn't even know what he was doing! He just started moving and now he went and messed it all up. Sam couldn't believe how stupid it was to try and kiss her! Now he had no duet partner.

But all his thoughts left him as Kurt sang. Sam didn't know the song, he thought he heard Rachel mutter 'Le Jazz Hot' to Finn, but all his focus was on Kurt and his voice. His outfit was weird, but like he had said, it was both the male and female side to himself so it went with the song. But his voice, it wasn't like the mp3's Kurt sent him, this was his live voice, and it was unreal. It went high and soared over the snaps and claps, but then dove down low to a growl. And at the end when scaled over several octaves, Sam was floored. Kurt wasn't just good, he was amazing.

He really should have sung with him.

And that thought only pierced his heart even more. He could have, if Kurt wasn't so afraid to, thanks to Finn.

But when Kurt finished, Sam was the first one on his feet; cheering Kurt on so loudly, a few of the other glee clubbers gave him odd looks. But Sam didn't care; Kurt totally deserved to win.

Sam was in the weight room as usual. But now more than ever, he was working hard to come back and take that prime quarterback spot right from under Finn's nose. Sam was still pissed at what Finn had done to Kurt, and he was about to finally get his chance.

"You tried to kiss her? Major glee party-foul, dude!" Finn yelled as he entered the weight room.

Sam's rage went right over the deep end as soon as Finn accused him. "Look who's talking." He said lowly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to kiss Quinn. But you had no right to accuse Kurt of being a predator or trying to scare me out of singing with him!"

Finn looked bewildered. "Wha- I didn't call him a predator." Then realization dawned on Finn. "Wait…you talked to Kurt about what I said to you? Why would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I!" Sam exploded. "At the time we were duet partners! Then he went and said he wouldn't sing with me because the world, mainly you, didn't deem it appropriate! You had no right to do that to either of us!"

"I-I was doing it for the team!" Finn defended. "I did it for you own good!"

"A lot of good it did then!" Sam hissed. "I wanted to sing with Kurt! He's a damn good singer, but he said he couldn't because of you and then he ran off crying! All because of you! And you come here and tell me that my attempt at kissing Quinn was wrong! Who the hell do you think you are?"

Finn was struck cold by Sam's words. "What….Kurt…Kurt was crying." Finn shook his head. "I know what's best for the team. I'm the captain of the glee club and the quarterback of the football team." He argued, talking more to himself than Sam.

Sam was way beyond done with the conversation. "Yeah, well not for long." Sam scoffed as he packed up his gym gear.

Finn's face screwed up in confusion. "What- what do you mean?"

"While I still need Quinn to win the duets competition, I'm going to make sure we win and that I get my shoulder up and running so I can take glee club captain and head quarterback spot from you." Sam barked as he stormed out of the weight room.

He needed to shower, and most importantly, he needed to find Quinn apologize and start working on their duet.

He needed to beat Finn.

Kurt was still on his 'Le Jazz Hot' high the next day when Finn came walking up to him.

Instantly, Kurt was on the defensive. "Don't even, Finn." He warned as he power walked down the hall.

Finn looked hurt for a moment but continued to follow Kurt. "Come on, Kurt, we need to talk."

"No." Kurt ground out. "We are not talking, nor will we for quite some time."

"You can't say that our parents are still dating, dude. We still have dinners together once in a while."

"Not if I can help it." Kurt hissed.

"What? I thought we were done trying to break our parents up?" Finn asked, thoroughly confused.

"Oh, I won't break them up. I can't stop love. But I can't stop you from talking to me. I can't stop going to those dinners. Now leave me alone."

Kurt tried to lose Finn in the halls but Finn had the longer legs. He grabbed Kurt's shoulder to stop him, but was cut off by a low, piercing voice.

"Don't you touch me."

Finn looked down and saw Kurt shaking, shaking with rage. "W-what?"

Kurt spun around and smacked Finn's hand away from his hard. "Don't you ever touch me again, Finn Hudson. You can't go around, telling me who I can and can't sing with or talk to. And I assume that goes for touch as well. I guess I messed up when I shook Sam's hand when I introduced myself." Kurt growled sarcastically. "Don't you ever touch me, especially when not even a year ago, you smacked my hand away when I was only trying to help you remove your KISS makeup with a moist towelette. You may be the golden boy around here, but you are not pulling any double standards on me!" Kurt had gained the attention of a few students by then and continued his rampage by storming off to where he was going in the first place.

But Finn was persistent. He chased after Kurt. "Kurt, dude! Come on, knock if off!"

It was then that a hand grabbed Finn's shoulder. "Leave him alone, dude."

Finn turned around to find Sam glaring at him. His normally large, innocent and playful eyes were storming. "He doesn't want to talk to. You really messed up."

Finn swatted Sam's hand away. "Get out of here, man. You don't know anything about me and Kurt."

"Maybe not everything, but I know when he doesn't want to even look at you." Sam smirked evilly. "You know…you should probably… 'lay low' for a while." And then Sam ran back to where Kurt had run off.

He found Kurt at his locker spraying his hair. "Kurt!" He said, a little out of breath from having to catch up to him.

Kurt froze for a moment, thinking it was Finn but once he saw Sam he relaxed but didn't look relieved. "Sam." He said quietly.

Sam frowned; he thought Kurt would be happy to see him and not Finn. But then Sam remembered that the last time he saw Kurt, Kurt was crying because of Finn. "Kurt…I-I wanted to say…you were really good yesterday. I mean, that song…I've never heard of it, but you killed it! And the costumes and the dancing and- and everything! It was amazing, Kurt." Kurt looked into Sam's eyes as he brightly retold of how great Kurt's performance was. "You're amazing, Kurt."

Kurt's breath hitched as he and Sam just stared into each other's eyes. It was the first time any boy had ever been so nice, so genuine, and so close to Kurt. And Sam's bright playful eyes gleamed with emotion that Kurt could physically feel in him.

Sam got lost in Kurt's glasz eyes, the innocence and pain they held entrapped Sam. It was as if Sam could go on forever looking into those eyes. They were so beautiful.

Beautiful? Since when were a dude's eyes beautiful?

But they were. They were so beautiful.

But what did that mean? What did that mean for Sam?

All these thoughts were swirling through his head when the class bell rang, snapping both boys out of their thoughts.

Kurt blinked and stepped back slightly. "I…I-I better get to class."

Sam felt his face heating up. "I—uh, m-me too."

"I…I'll see you in glee." Kurt said breathlessly as he ran down the hall.

Sam just stared dreamily as Kurt ran off.

Kurt just stared. Simply stared.

He'd just witness a train wreck.

Finn and Rachel had just sang the most offensive song he'd ever heard.

But that wasn't even the worst part of glee club. When Sam and Quinn walked up to the front it was like someone had kicked him right in the gut.

"I just wanted to say: I'm really excited about this and…." Sam wanted to say 'I wish I could sing this song with Kurt', but instead in came out. "I couldn't have asked for a better duet partner."

Both Sam and Kurt felt as if their chests were wrapped tight in barbed wire.

Kurt knew it. Sam was straight and was totally into Quinn. The look Quinn was giving him as they sang was enough to tell him. And Sam even said it: he couldn't have asked for a better partner. It was done. He lost.

Sam felt so messed up. Quinn was great, her eyes were so piercing and her voice was so soft and sweet. But Kurt, his eyes were something else all together and his voice made time stop for Sam. And it killed him when he said he couldn't have asked for a better partner. He was so stupid.

He wanted to sing with Kurt.

More than anything he'd ever wanted before.

But there he was singing 'Lucky' with Quinn. And it felt good, but it wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't there.

That spark.

Their song ended and the two blondes sat down. Mr. Schue spoke about how Artie and Brittany had dropped out and that they were going to vote. But none of that registered with Sam. All he could think about was what song he and Kurt would have sang had he had his way.

So the glee club voted, and while most voted for themselves. Rachel and Finn had other ideas, already planning on having Sam and Quinn win so Sam wouldn't quit. But Finn, he stalled. After all that had happened between him, Sam and Kurt over the week. And how well Kurt had done all by himself.

Sam was right; he really screwed up big time.

Finn was stalling still and Rachel motioned for him to write down presumably 'Quinn and Sam', but for once, Finn did something right.

Finn wrote down 'Kurt'.

While Mr. Schue tallied the votes, Kurt sat there wondering who would win. He knew his friends; they would all vote for themselves, and no one would vote for Rachel and Finn.

They'd probably vote for Sam and Quinn if anyone else.

Kurt looked down at his boots when Mr. Schue turned back around. "Well the votes are in, and even thought pretty much everyone voted for themselves, even those who didn't even compete, we have a winner. And the winner is…by only one vote….Kurt!"

Kurt looked up in surprise while Santana jumped up to claw his eyes out, luckily held back by Mercedes. Quinn pouted slightly and Sam beamed for his friend as Kurt slowly stood to accept his prize.

"That's no fair! He didn't even follow the rules! He didn't have a duet partner!" Santana cried out.

"Well, I may have not thought ahead, considering we have an odd number of members. And it technically was a duet. So Kurt still wins." Mr. Schue said.

Finn wanted to smack himself. While he felt somewhat better by voting for Kurt, he didn't think that someone else would vote for Kurt! He knew Rachel voted for Sam and Quinn and Quinn and Sam obliviously did too. So there were three votes. And since he and Kurt voted for Kurt there were only two. He must have needed four to win. Mercedes might have done it, but she wanted to win too.

Who could it have been?

Finn's brain started to hurt so he stopped thinking about it.

Kurt stood in front of the club, a blank face and a free dinner for Breadstix in his hand. "I…I um. Thanks." Kurt said lamely, still in shock. Who had voted for him? And why hadn't Sam and Quinn won? Or Mercedes and Santana? It didn't make any sense to him.

"But wait." Brittany said. "If Kurt won, then he gets two free dinners all for himself?"

Kurt's face fell slightly. Brittany was right; he had two free dinners and only one mouth. Only him.

As usual.

Mr. Schue coughed awkwardly. "Well, Kurt will just have to ask someone to go with him." The kids all looked expectantly at Kurt. "When he wants to of course."

The bell rang and the kids started to file out of the choir room. A few of them congratulating Kurt on his win, others (Santana) cussing him out in Spanish for cheating.

Kurt was walking back to his chair to get his bag when Sam put his arm on Kurt's shoulder. "Nice job, Kurt." He smiled. "You totally deserve it."

Kurt, still lost on what happened between him and Sam earlier in the hall, numbly nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Sam."

When the room was empty except for Mr. Schue in his office. Kurt let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. This week was a whirlwind, and Kurt had no idea where it was going to go next.

Kurt tapped on Mr. Schue's office door. "Um, Mr. Schue?"

Mr. Schue looked up from his Spanish papers and smiled. "What's up Kurt?"

Kurt fidgeted with the envelope holding the free dinners. "Uh, well…how long do these free dinners last?"

"They expire at the end of the calendar year." Mr. Schue replied.

"Oh. Thanks." Kurt said and walked away. He only had three months.

Kurt made a vow right then as he walked down the hall. He had three months to find someone as open and as proud and as brave as he was; just like his father said.

Little did Kurt know, that sitting in that hat was a small sheet of paper with scratchy writing with a horribly misspelled 'Krut Hullmell' on it.

A/N; So, how'd you all like it? Please let me know if it's going on a good path and if I should even continue writing it. Or even let me know what you'd like to see! I have a sort of plan for how I want things to go, but if you have ideas I'm all for taking them into consideration! I know this was pretty much the same as canon 'Duets' save for a few alterations but I'm really setting up Sam since he was just kind of thrown into glee at first. But it will get more into Kurt and Sam and their home lives, getting together, and of course Finn. Finn's going to play a big part, and maybe as the antagonist for a portion of the story. We'll see. Remember the next episode is 'The Rocky Horror Glee Show' and I plan on revamping a few of the casting choices for the story. It's going to be good so please review and stay tuned!