"Tonight's been wonderful, Sam," Kurt smiled, his arm bumping innocently against Sam's, his arm sheathed in Sam's hoodie (thank goodness his jeans were black, or else he'd look like the American flag, with his white Doc Martins and all). The sleeves went past his fingertips and the hem fell right under his butt, a size too big for him, but it was comfy and smelled like Sam's cologne and was Sam's. "I really appreciate that you took me out. I needed to get away from my dad and Finn and Blaine and people, even if for a few hours." His face turned halfway into a grimace at the thought of Finn constantly asking for advice about Rachel and Quinn and the three weeks since his breakup with Blaine (who won't stop texting or calling Kurt with empty promises) and his father's anger at Blaine's insistency. But, he was with Sam, and Sam saved up who knows how many tips and checks to bring Kurt out to dinner at one of the few French restaurants (if not the only one) in Lima.
Sam's fingers find Kurt's, twining them together loosely, as if testing to see if it was okay. Kurt gave Sam a wide-eyed look. "What are you doing?" He glances around although the park is deserted aside from them, and makes an attempt to take his hand back.
Sam doesn't have any of it—he tightens his hold and gives Kurt that boyish smile that gives him butterflies. "I'm holding hands with the guy I like," he says nonchalantly, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Kurt takes in what he said, his cheeks slowly but surely turning deep red. "Me?" He says quietly. Out of nowhere, he hears an accordion (what the actual fuck?), and then Finn's smooth tenor voice behind them, causing him to look behind them with an incredulous look on his face as he sees Finn accompanied by Artie, Mike, and Puck—playing the accordion?
Oh, this is the night,
it's a beautiful night,
and they call it bella notte.
His face gets impossibly redder as he recognizes the song they're singing, and looks back at Sam, who's just grinning sheepishly while he adorns a blush of his own. They've stopped walking, and both are blushing madly, but Sam is suddenly nervous and Kurt is bewildered and in disbelief.
"See, Kurt, I don't know if you've picked up on this yet, but I really, really like you," Sam begins, looking down at their linked hands, and then up to meet Kurt's gaze. "I figured, you know, since you're special—you're so special to me, Kurt, God, I can't even…" he trails, and then gets back on track with his train of thought, "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't do it normally, like anything else. It had to be at least romantic. Because you deserve something special and romantic, Kurt."
Side by side with your loved one,
you'll find enchantment here.
The night will weave it's magic spell
when the one you love is near.
Kurt didn't really know what to say—because really, what do you say when the guy who was your best friend suddenly admits that hey, he really likes you, while your friends are singing a freaking Disney song while you and said guy are having this intimate moment (making it that much more memorable and special)?
"I," he tried to start, but all Kurt could really do was stand there with his mouth open like a guppy.
So, he decides that instead, he'll take a step closer to Sam, placing his free hand on Sam's chest (Kurt can feel how fast his heart is beating underneath his fingertips, and he realizes in the back of his mind that he's the reason for that), and he tips his head back just the slightest so that he can press the sweetest of kisses to Sam's lips, both of them oblivious to the wide grins of pride and fist bumps of their four friends as they finish singing.
This is the night,
and the heavens are right,
on this lovely bella notte.