"Kurt?"

His name being asked a question and the familiar voice asking it, made the boy with the square framed glasses look up

"Kurt Hummel, is that you?"

The question was asked again and this time, he could see the person who asked it.

"Sam Evans…"

The name slipped through his lips smoothly and he gave his ever so precious smile. Untangling his graceful legs, he stood up. He extended his hand forward but was pulled into a hug, which though comforting, made the brunette's body go rigid.

'Whoa, it has been so long"

The blond spoke into his perfectly styled hair and then let go.

"Yeah, it has been long… like 5 years…

Although, it was a long time, it still seemed to the brunette that it was just yesterday. Sam ushered the younger boy to the chair where he was seated before and then sat down in front of him. They were in a small coffee shop in New York. It wasn't exactly like Peet's or Starbucks, but it was a very comfortable place with few people during this time of the day. The two women behind the counter looked at the two and smiled.

"Yeah, it has been long"

Sam finally replied, continuing with their previous conversation.

"So, what's going on with you? I mean, what are you doing in New York all of a sudden?"

"I got a job here…"

The blond replied with his signature goofy grin which still made Kurt smile in return, even after all these years.

"Oh, is that so? What are you working as?"

"I am a graphics designer"

The reply made Kurt look at the man in confusion. Why did this feel like a Déjà vu? He shook his head and ignored the thought.

"Really? I never knew you were interested in designing"

"There's a lot you never knew about me, Kurt"

Kurt was taken aback by this and raised an eyebrow

"Hmmm. Care to tell me the things, I do not know about you?"

"Well, there are quite a lot of things. It will take hours…"

"I have time"

With the last statement Kurt raised an eyebrow and this made the blond laugh and looked down at his coffee cup.

"Still the same ol' Kurt with your way with twisting words"

"Well, I'm not the type of person who would change easily"

Sam's head snapped up at the comment and he smirked slightly. He then leaned back on his chair and looked at the boy carefully.

"You haven't changed much"

"And you're changing the subject"

"No one can ever win with you, isn't it, Kurt?"

"They could, if they tried hard and decided not to give up, like someone I know"

The brunette crossed his arms across his chest and eyed the blond in front of him from top to bottom (or at least till where he could see him.)

"Ah. Maybe they don't like winning against you"

"Then that's their problem not mine"

Kurt was never short of replies and this is one of the things which always impressed Sam about him.

"Shall we get back to our unfinished topic where Sam Evans tells Kurt Hummel what Kurt Hummel doesn't know about Sam Evans?"

Although it was a question, Sam knew there not an option for a no. Kurt Hummel's tone clearly stated that he would not let Sam Evans go without getting to know about him, since Sam Evans made the mistake of accusing Kurt Hummel that he did not know things about him.

"Well, for starters. I did- well do, dye my hair"

This made Kurt roll his eyes and laugh…. Rather bitterly

"Okay? How about something less obvious?"

"Wait, so you were sure that I dyed my hair?"

"Of course I was. My observations about fashion and style are never wrong"

The confidence Kurt Hummel was also one of the things Sam admired since the high school days. This is one of the things, he wished he had.

"Okay then. How about the fact that your observations were right once again and I am in fact gay?"

This confession made Kurt raise an eyebrow. He was not surprised by it. In fact he was always sure that Sam was anything but straight.

"I see you have gained a lot of confidence and bluntness"

"I have learned from the best"

This unhesitant reply made Kurt chuckle and nod his head.

"I must say that I am impressed, but unfortunately, this is also one of those things which I already knew back in high school when you used to eye me from across the room. And also your crush on step-brother was quite obvious. I just never chose to speak about any of this because it was not my place to ask you personal questions unless you were willing to speak about them yourself"

Now it was Sam's turn to be taken aback.

"So now, those are two things which I ALREADY, know about you. You gotta do better than this, Evans"

"Alright" Now there was determination in Sam's voice which did not go unnoticed by the brunette in front of him "…how the fact that the feelings I had for you in high school are still there"

This reply made the brunette's eyes go wide and his confident demeanor faded away in an instant. He bit his lips and stared into the blonde's blue orbs.

"S-Sam…"

He stuttered. Sam Evan's finally made Kurt Hummel stutter. That was a victory in itself.

Kurt felt rather odd about this moment. It made him happy but sad and confused at the same time. The five people in the small coffee shop were looking their way now.

Sam reached out and gently took one of Kurt's hands in his.

"Yes, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I have always liked you. I never stopped. You went away but my heart kept taunting me. I was left with a "what if". What if I had told you before hand about how felt? What if I would've asked you stayed? What if I had the balls to ask you for senior prom? What if I had told you how much loved you? What if…"

This little rant brought tears in Kurt's eyes and he sniffled softly. He blinked a few times but let the words of the blond sink in. Sam kept smiling at the stylish brunette and stroked his thumb over his knuckles, the thumb then slid down to a finger and his skin brushed against something which felt like a metal. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down to see a platinum band adorning the finger of Kurt's beautiful, pale skin.

Kurt's eyes traveled down to his hand when he realized that Sam had stopped moving and his breath hitched in his throat.

The blonde looked up at Kurt with his face showing no expressions at all.

"Y- you're married?"