If I owned glee, Kurt Hummel would have gotten a hell of a lot more than what he did. And maybe the show would still be running. Oops.

"Strike me down, and I will become more powerful than I have ever been." A low voice from behind made Kurt jump, looking up from his locker. "Obi Wan Kenobi." Sam grinned down at him, earning a confused smile from the brunet.

"Uhm. Lovely?" Kurt frowned at him, tilting his head. He was wearing a fitted (Wonderfully fitted) vest over a button-up, with a matching bowtie and skinny jeans. His hair was perfect, as always, and Sam was suddenly extremely glad that this boy wore such tight pants.

Kurt cleared his throat, and Sam realized he was staring.

"Yeah, I mean, it is if you've seen the movies." He said quickly, looking down at his feet, trying to seem interested in his old shoe laces.

"I've seen the movies." Kurt frowned slightly.

"Why?" Sam looked up, surprised. He hadn't expected Kurt, of all people, to be into Star Wars.

"Because? Gay guys can enjoy science fiction too, you know." He replied defensively. Shit, backtrack, Sam, backtrack.

"Sorry, like, you just... You're into other things. Like Broadway and singing. " Sam shrugged. "I didn't know you were a fan."

"I'm not. I hate science fiction." Kurt smirked, turning to look up at Sam.

Sam snorted loudly, leaning against the locker beside Kurt's and regaining his confidence.

"So, uh, I know that, like, you didn't want to sing with me or whatever-"

"I didn't not want to, I had to." Kurt interrupted, frowning.

"Okay, I mean, I didn't know if it was because you found me revolting or something." Sam kept talking before Kurt could argue. "Uh, but there's a party. My parents aren't gonna be home for a week, and all the guys are going to see Avatar, and then, you could like, sleepover."

"Oh... I usually don't hang out... with the guys..." Kurt looked back down at the folders in his hands, frowning slightly.

"Why?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"I'm usually not invited. It's not that they don't want me there. I mean, I hope. It's just... I dunno, they don't expect me to want to?"

"I'm sure they want you there." Sam frowned at the boy.. "Do you want to?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure. If you want me to come." Kurt glanced up at him insecurely.

He thought that they didn't want him.

Sam had been to a few sleepovers with the boys. He was still fairly new, so he wasn't invited to everything, but he was invited to enough, and he had fun. Whenever he went, the boys never had anything bad to say about Kurt. And they talked a lot of shit. About every girl, all the football players, even girls in glee club. Heck, even their girlfriends. The only people that they had never said anything bad about was Kurt and Brittany.

"They do. I do. Want you to come, I mean. Probably more than the others." Sam shrugged slightly, tilting his head.

"Why especially me?" Kurt giggled softly and shut his locker, smiling up at Sam.

"'Cause I enjoy the company of pretty boys." Sam turned and walked away before he could see Kurt blanch slightly, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, and that sleepover bit? Extended only to you." Sam winked at him over his shoulder.

Kurt stared after him for a few good seconds, his brain going a million miles a minute, and before his mind could even realize what was happening, his mouth was screaming.

"I KNEW IT, SAM EVANS!"

This was shorter than usual, but I just wanted to write this. It wouldn't get out of my head. And who doesn't like some kum? (Or is it Surt? Hevans? What the shit)

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