Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or glee.


"Seven."

"You'll be here?"

"I'll be waiting!"

"I miss you too!"

"Kurt, you're running up the phone bill, you've been on that thing for almost two hours now," Burt said, cracking open another can of beer.

"Yeah, okay dad," Kurt mumbled not really listening, "Oh no that was just my dad; really? I disagree; I don't think it was too dragged out in fact-"

"Kurt, come on keep it down, I'm watching the game," Burt complained.

"Oh! So is Sam; No I was just telling dad how-"

"Kurt, can you take that upstairs?" Burt asked.

"No. I can't," Kurt said bluntly, "And it's your own fault for not getting a portable phone, I'm pretty sure this wire wont stretch very far." Burt raised an eyebrow.

"Sam, I have to go," he said, "Love you too; seven; Okay, bye." He put down the phone. Kurt ambled up the stairs and stopped to let the rushing Finn past.

"Where-"

"I'm late for my date with Rachel," He said quickly. Feeling happier that since Finn was going out with Rachel and Carole and his dad were away for the weekend he would have a free house to share with Sam, he almost skipped into his room. He closed the door behind him and flopped on his bed. He gripped onto the wood at the other side and pulled himself on his stomach so that he was leaning over the other side. He looked under the bed and reached for a thick book he had been planning to read. Laying back he opened it up and smiled as the feather he and Sam found in the park one day that he used to mark his page fell onto his lap.

"My Sammy," He muttered before getting into his reading.

"My Kurtsie," Sam said, putting his phone in his pocket.

"My Kurtsie," Stacey argued sleepily from under the duvet.

Sam chuckled. Stacey loved Kurt. He locked himself in the bathroom and decided to shower. He draped a towel over the mirror and turned to undress. He slipped into the steaming shower and drew the curtain. He washed quickly and pulled his clothes on over his still damp body without even glancing down. The clothes in the corner of the room caught his eye. His parents were busy job hunting so the chores were down to him. He bent down and let the hot water run in the bath. He poured in some detergent and dropped in a basket full of his family's dirty laundry. They were left to steep for the night. Sam was careful to be quiet as he tiptoed into the motel room again as not to wake Stevie or Stacey. And hour of lolling around and thumb twiddling later his mum walked through the door. She looked worn out and tired. Obviously there had been no luck that day.

"Is it okay if I go to Kurt's tonight?" He asked her.

She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Yeah. Sure. That's fine hunny," She said.

He gave her a grateful smile and hugged her before slipping out the door and making his way to Kurt's. The air was crisp and the sky was glowing orange-pink. There weren't many people out at that time on that side of town. Sam took this opportunity. He jogged into a full blown sprint. He was running for a long time now and he could feel his chest tightening. He was getting a pain in his side but he couldn't stop. His cheeks were flushed when he reached the Humme-Hudsen household. He bent over clutching his stomach. The sound of the front door opening caused him to whip up and straighten out.

"Sam!" Kurt smiled. He hopped down the steps, striding towards him. Kurt lifted Sam's mood. He caught him in his open arms when they met. Kurt smelled vaguely of home baking which made Sam's brow furrow and his knees shake.

"C'mon in," Kurt said, taking his hand. Sam got a warm waft of air when he entered the house. Yep, definitely home baking.

Kurt gestured for him to sit down.

"Hang on just a sec," He said, sidling into the kitchen. Sam was panicking. That smell. He reached over to his wrist and began to snap the elastic band that he never took off. Kurt thought it was just for luck that Sam wore it. Sam would never tell what he really needed it for. Suddenly a plate of cookies balanced on Kurt's palm appeared in the doorway, followed by him.

"You baked," Sam said, clenching his fist.

"I did," He stated, "And they're double chocolate and gooey on the inside, 'cause I know that's how you like them. Well, come on, take one." Kurt smiled sitting down beside him and holding the plate out for Sam. What could he do? Kurt made them especially for him. It would hurt his feelings if he said no, and that's the one thing he would never let him be the cause of, Kurt hurting. He relished Kurt's smile and took a cookie. Kurt took one too. Sam couldn't help gawk as Kurt took a bite and chewed. Anything to do with his mouth entranced him. Kurt looked at Sam expectantly, waiting for him to eat it. Sam's eyes flickered between the cookie and him. He sunk his teeth into it and took a large bite. He chewed but the cookie seemed to multiply and become heavy. He struggled to chew and forced it down his throat.

"Mm, that's real good, babe," He told Kurt. His heart stuttered when he saw his face light up. He grinned, leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. Kurt switched on some movie and they cuddled up to watch it, however Sam needed to 'use the bathroom' barely into it. He thanked god for Kurt's loud bathroom air-con. Kurt noticed his pasty skin when he returned.

"Are you okay, Sam?" He said nervously, pressing his hand to Sam's forehead to check his temperature.

"Of course," he said, taking Kurt's hand from his forehead and holding it in his own. Once Kurt was absorbed in the movie he began to fiddle with the brunettes fingertips as he often did, a habit that Kurt didn't object to. He liked to run his finger slowly up and down each bone on the back and trace his palm lines. Kurt shuddered a bit when he did that. Kurt curled into his chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach. Sam sucked his stomach in a little and put an arm around him.

He was conscious of Kurt's delicate hand on what he perceived as nothing less than grotesque flab. He still couldn't understand why Kurt chose him; he could have anyone he wanted. Kurt was letting out soft snores by the time the movie ended. It made Sam laugh, he was so cute. He watched him sleep for a while. Then Kurt mumbled something unintelligible.

"Sam," He said then, in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes? Kurt? I'm here," He said, stroking a hand across Kurts hair.

"No, I don't want fries with that," He mumbled. He was talking in his sleep. Sam chuckled softly.

"I love you, Sam," He said.

"I love you too, baby," Sam said to the sleeping boy.