This story was written because I think Sam and Kurt would make an awesome couple. Maybe not long term material but they would definitely be cute together and I think the writers of Glee missed a huge opportunity when they didn't put them together. Sam is my favourite male character from Glee; I can't deny that any longer. Remember to review please!

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and this is purely fictional. The right for the characters remains with the creator and I in no way suggest any sort of ownership of them. Fiction is just for fun.

Lemon Juice

Sam and Kurt had sat at the lunch table, no one else had joined them yet but they knew that the rest of the glee club would soon come flocking in through the doors and surround them.

"Oh I almost forgot." Kurt began as he reached into his designer bag. "You're going to need this." Kurt slid a bottle of lemon juice across the table and Sam smiled. It had been a long time since he'd confessed to putting lemon juice in his hair to try and get the surfer boy look. No one had ever followed him up on it or even questioned it; they just took it as standard.

"And you'll need this." Sam slid a small container of face cream across the table to Kurt. He picked it up and looked at it, analysing everything that was in it.

"How did you know I used this?" Sam giving him face cream had meant to be a joke, like the lemon juice, but Kurt seemed a bit more concerned.

"I saw you had some last time I was round." Kurt's expression had changed from amusement at having lunch with a friend to one of actual concern for the gift Sam had given him. "I thought it would be funny next time you made a blonde."

"No one's made a blonde joke for a long time Sam; and you haven't been round my house for a long time. When did you buy this?"

"If you don't want it then I'll take it back." Sam reached out to take it but Kurt moved slightly out of his reach. "Kurt, it wasn't supposed to mean anything like that, it was just supposed to be a funny gift. Like the lemon juice."

"You bought this last year didn't you?" Sam didn't reply. He could've lied and said no but he couldn't lie to Kurt, it was just something inside of him that couldn't face lying to him. "This is really expensive stuff. This isn't the kind of money you spend on a joke. Have you been carrying this around for a year? Waiting for chance to give it to me?" Once again Sam didn't answer. His words had completely deserted him and he'd made a fool out of himself in front of Kurt. "Sam, I thought we'd been over this-" Kurt's sentence was cut short when Blaine and the rest of the glee club joined them at the table.

"What's that babe?" Blaine asked as he kissed Kurt on the cheek, noticing the container of face cream. "Did Sam give that to you?"

"Yeah." Blaine shot a look across at Sam; a look that didn't go unnoticed by Sam or Kurt. "I dropped it in class and he gave it back to me just now." Kurt quickly added. Blaine's looked slightly embarrassed at misunderstanding the situation, without knowing that he hadn't misunderstood it at all.

"I got worried then. I thought you were buying my boyfriend presents." Everyone laughed, although Sam and Kurt's laughter was more out of nervousness and embarrassment than actually finding anything funny.

"Kurt's not really my type." Sam lied. He could lie to Blaine; that came easily and far too frequently.

"Well I did have my worries about you to begin with." Blaine's tone of voice was sometimes a bit more big brotherly than anyone actually liked. "When I first met you I thought you were gay. You dyed your hair and you had these amazing abs." While Blaine was stereotyping he wasn't exactly wrong. "But you're with Mercedes now, right?" Sam shook his head.

"I'm still trying. She broke up with Shane but she said she's not sure she's ready to date other people yet. She needs to figure out who she is first." Saying it came easily to Sam because he wasn't upset. He only pursued Mercedes to try and shake the gay rumours; that's why he'd dated Quinn and Santana too. Mercedes wasn't at the table and neither were a few of the other glee club members, so the talk about her and Sam was quite frequent when they weren't around.

"I might be a lesbian now an' all but them froggy lips were definitely worth pretending to be straight." Santana always liked to interrupt; her opinion apparently meant more than anyone else's. Sam was still uneasy around Santana, mainly because of her constant referral to his lips. Every time she said something about them he would hear the song "Trouty Mouth" playing in his head. That was an embarrassing thing to recover from.

"If you weren't chasing after Mercedes like some sort of lapdog then I would definitely think you were gay." It was one of the rare occasions that Puck was with them. Normally he'd be off 'dealing with business' as he liked to call it - although no one actually knew what that meant - but occasionally he would actually join the others for lunch.

"You're some sort of rare hybrid between geek and jock. It's almost like anything is possible with you. I had my suspicions when we were dating." Again, although her opinion wasn't asked for, Santana had to have a say in the matter.

Soon the table had broken out into a full on debate about who could be considered gay and then that person trying to defend why they weren't gay. The only people that didn't get involved were Sam, Kurt and Quinn - they remained silent.

Eventually the conversation got too much and Sam took his tray, said his very brief goodbyes, and then walked out of the cafeteria. It wasn't really the conversation that had got to him; it was more seeing Blaine and Kurt all loved up and romantic together. It was sickening; every time he turned around he would see them holding hands or kissing or just being all gooey romantic together.

"If you want to avoid suspicion then you shouldn't leave so quickly next time." Sam stopped and turned around when he heard Quinn's voice. She was carrying her bag over her shoulder and walking a few paces behind Sam.

"I'm not talking about it." Quinn took his shirt sleeve and pulled him into the glee practice room. They were usually safe to talk about anything in there because only glee club members and band members ever used it and that was always after school. "Quinn, I said I'm not talking about it." Sam wanted to storm off but he'd had a special connection with Sam since they'd dated. He cared about her more than he cared about most of the other girls in Glee.

"You don't have to talk about it but you're going to listen. Sit down." She pointed to a chair and Sam sat down, not really wanting to but Quinn could be quite scary and forceful when she wanted to be. "Look, I know the rest of the Glee club don't know about you and your little secret." Sam looked confused, as if he didn't completely understand what Quinn was talking about. "You're gay Sam. You told me when we were dating. I didn't have a problem with it then and I don't have a problem with it now. What I don't understand is why you're lying to yourself and making yourself so unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy." Sam couldn't hide his emotions; he was always bad at that. His face was downturned and he tried his best to put on a smile but it wasn't going to happen when all he could think about was Blaine and Kurt together.

"You're chasing after Mercedes like she's going to make you happy and what happens when she finally decides she's ready to date you? What happens when you ask her out and she says yes? Are you going to have to come out to her as well just so you don't break her heart? You got away with not telling Santana but if you keep playing with people's hearts you're going to eventually have everyone know anyway." Since Quinn's pregnancy she's been a lot more rational. Before she had been mean and vindictive and after she had been desperate but since she'd accepted Rachel and Finn being together she had calmed down and managed to give some good advice.

"I know but I don't know what else to do. I can't have the one person I want in the world because he's with someone else."

"Does Kurt know how you feel?" Sam nodded. "Did you actually spell it out for him? I know men, straight or gay it doesn't matter, you have to tell them exactly what you're feeling and let them figure it out. He's not going to read your mind and you can't keep living with the expectation that he'll finally realise exactly what you want."

"He knows I'm gay. He knows I like him. When I first came here, when we were doing the duets thing and he decided he didn't want to sing with me. I went over to his house and one thing led to another and-"

"You slept with him?" Sam was shocked; he almost fell off the chair at Quinn's assumption.

"No! God no! I like him but I wouldn't sleep with him straight away. We just sort of made out for a bit. He's a nice guy and I like him. A lot." Sam's tone was sad; Quinn wished she could've made everything better but it wasn't her place to interfere. All she could do was give advice and hope that Sam listened.

The end of the day rolled around and Sam was about to climb into his truck when he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve. Not many people tugged on his shirt sleeve. If it were Rachel she would have tapped his shoulder, so would Kurt. Any other guy would've just spoken to him and assumed he would listen. Only one person ever grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Quinn." Sam said more out of just acknowledging her presence than actually wanting to talk to her. "Can I help you with something?"

"You're going home? To do what?"

"Listen to some sad country songs and go to sleep." Sam didn't have the energy to lie anymore. His whole life had become a huge lie so the smaller things didn't seem important. So what if people knew he listened to sad country songs and went to bed early; at least they didn't think he was gay.

"You're coming with me. I need help with a song for Glee." They both arrived at the glee club practice room and Sam almost turned on his heels and left upon seeing what was waiting for him.

"Sam?" Kurt sat in one of the chairs, legs crossed and checking out his fingernails as usual. He had worn a hat today and so it came down just slightly over his eyes, which was a good thing for Sam because he loved looking into Kurt's eyes and knowing he couldn't made it easier not to.

Quinn dragged Sam into the practice room and Sam began to get deja-vu from earlier that day. She pulled up a chair opposite Kurt and sat Sam down; then she locked the door and went and sat at the piano. She put a couple of work books onto the piano and then turned to the boys.

"You're not leaving here until you both know how the other one feels." Quinn turned around and began writing in the workbooks, as if she'd completely forgotten about the boys there.

"Kurt-" Sam was about to confess everything. He had nothing to lose and he had someone there to comfort him if things didn't go right; but Kurt interrupted him.

"Sam don't. I know what you're about to say and I don't want to hear it." Kurt's voice was the most emotional out of the group. He could convey a whole range of emotions in just one sentence and when he was upset it struck everyone like a drum. He had the amazing power of making other people know what he was feeling. "No that's not true. I do want to hear it. But I can't. I like you, I really do. I think about you all the time. When I wake up and when I go to sleep. But I don't think about you when Blaine's around. I'm sorry, I'm with Blaine." Sam wasn't used to the speech from other guys. He had heard it from girls - most recently from Mercedes - but it somehow hurt more coming from Kurt. He cared about Kurt more than he would ever know and if people thought Sam's summer fling with Mercedes was interesting then he was glad they didn't know about his times with Kurt.

"Kurt please, just listen to me-" Kurt shook his head and a rare occurrence actually happened - a tear fell down Sam's cheek. Sam didn't usually cry, crying was for girls, but there was a part of his body now that had taken over and told him that if there was ever a time to let a single tear fall then this was it.

"No Sam. I can't. I have to go." Kurt snatched the key to the door off of the piano and unlocked the practice room door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"You don't want to know." Kurt replied as he left the practice room. Quinn looked shocked. She had clearly only caught the end of the conversation and stuck to her word about not interfering. Sam looked like he understood everything and clearer than he ever had before.

"Where is he going?" Quinn asked.

The single tear that was making its way down Sam's cheek fell off of his jawline and struck the floor with a tiny splash. "To Blaine's."