"It's beautiful," Kurt said, "Despite the fact that I'm worried I might fall and die, or even worse, soil my Marc Jacob's designer jacket." Sam and Kurt were sitting on the roof of Sam's old tree house marvelling the sunset.
"Don't worry, you're safe with me," Sam flirted.
"It truly is great up here, Sam" Kurt said.
"Yeah, my Uncle built it for me. He and I used to sit up here sometimes when i came up to visit with my family as a kid. When he died, and we moved in, I sat up here almost every evening to watch this. Sometimes I still do. But I guess I can't for much longer – someone else is bound to move in soon," Sam explained. Kurt took Sam's hand and entwined their fingers. Sam nibbled on the inside of his lower lip. He had taken him up here for a reason, to tell him how he truly felt.
Kurt had broken up with Blaine a month previous, and didn't really grieve much. He finally realised that he deserved someone who cared. Someone that, just wanted him, for once. Sam wanted him. Sam wanted him more than Kurt knew. They became best friends when Kurt was helping him out, lending him clothes.
The pair had become almost inseparable since. They helped each other out. Sam helped Kurt organize Finn's surprise birthday. They practiced for nationals together. He made Kurt smile when he was upset about Mercedes leaving for summer school of music and arts. He was the one that got up at two in the morning to stand in line outside some store because one of Kurt's favourite designers released a new collection and wanted to be the first in. Kurt helped him with his biology summer homework. He loaned him money in emergencies, although most of the time Sam wouldn't accept.
They had each other's backs. Sam really cared about Kurt, and it broke him to see Blaine make him feel like he wasn't good enough.
"Kurt-" he began. Kurt recognised this change in Sam's voice and demeanour. He was leaning forward and rubbing the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb. Sam coughed and cleared his throat. He was nervous and shaking like a leaf. He started rising and dropping his knee in a fast shaking rhythm as he often did when he was anxious. Kurt's eyes widened and he raised his pointed chin a touch.
"I-" He panicked raking his hand through his blonde locks.
"You- You're awesome. I mean, you -". His voice was shaking too. Kurt didn't speak. He let him regain himself.
"I love, the way you don't let people get you down; the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, I love when you laugh; I love how you curl into a little ball when you sleep; I love your voice, and listening to you sing; I love your attitude to life, I love your eyes and how they seem to change colour with the weather; I love it when you call me late at night when you're home alone because you're scared; I love how you never say I told you so, even when you did; that you are so caring. I love-"
At this point Kurt was absorbed. His mouth was slightly open; his grip on Sam's, now clammy, hand was just a little too tight. His cheeks were glowing; a soft shade of pink. They simultaneously slowly leaned closer to each other.
"I love you," he said gazing right into Kurt's teal eyes. Kurt gazed right back at Sam's green ones.
"I love you," He reciprocated. He slowly closed to gap and finally, pressed his lips softly to Sam's 'Trouty Mouth'.
