After he'd spent about an hour in the shower, making sure to get every last trace of Sam Evans off of him (although he still felt tainted as he dried himself off), he put on a pair of sweatpants (an item no-one outside of the Hummel-Hudson family would ever know he owned) and crawled into bed with his laptop and his I Love Lucy DVDs. His mom had loved I Love Lucy, and when he was really little it was a treat when she'd let him stay up late and watch the reruns with her on Nick at Nite. That was before Nick at Nite started showing newer, lamer sitcoms in place of the classics. To this day, I Love Lucy was the one thing that always made Kurt feel better.

He was less than five minutes into an episode when his door flew open and Finn came in.

"Don't you knock!" Kurt snapped.

"Dude…" Finn shot back at him. "It was you, wasn't it!"

Kurt had no idea what he was talking about. "What, did someone eat the last of the frosted flakes?"

"You…!" Finn was wagging an accusatory finger at him. "It was you in the bedroom with Sam last night! I've gone over it in my head about fifty-dozen times and I've figured it out. Everyone else was accounted for. Where were you, huh?"

"We were talking." Kurt tried.

Finn wasn't hearing it. "So I guess this means the break up is really serious."

"Guess so," Kurt looked at his screen, hoping he could appear to be distracted and Finn would give up and walk away.

"I can't believe Sam's actually gay. I just lost twenty bucks to Artie."

"That's awful, Finn," Kurt scolded. "And you didn't loose anything. He's not gay."

"Well, the bet was just that you and Sam would hook up before the end of summer. I said no, no way you and Blaine would break up but…hey look at this!"

Kurt sat completely still. He pointed a hand at the door. "Leave, Finn." He said tonelessly.

Finn gave him a wicked smile, similar to the one Rachel had given him when she'd realized the truth, then turned around and coolly left Kurt alone.

Kurt put his hands over his face and breathed deeply. Okay, now Finn and Rachel both knew. Hopefully, they'd keep it to themselves. He realized that it was unlikely that either of them would spread this. It wouldn't benefit Rachel in anyway, and Finn didn't want to loose twenty bucks. It was safe. No one was going to find out what a slut he'd been.

Twenty seconds later Kurt's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He had a text from Sam.

Yeah, Finn knows….

Kurt replied, just ignore him. He'll have his fun with you but he won't tell.

That's good.

Kurt didn't feel the need to reply. He put his phone back on the nightstand, but then it buzzed again.

Sam had said, look, can we talk soon?

Kurt was a little embarrassed that Sam thought a formal rejection was necessary. Kurt knew what the previous night had meant. He wrote back, that's not necessary. We can really just forget it happened, Sam.

Sam replied, No, I really want to talk to you.

And suddenly, Kurt went rigid. Oh god. What if it had meant something to Sam? What if he was the one who had to do the rejecting? What if Sam was actually gay?

We're talking now, aren't we? Kurt asked.

I wanna do this in person. Sam said.

Kurt bit his lip as he tried to think of what to say. It would just be heartless to say no, wouldn't it be? Fine. When?

Whenever you're free

Kurt wanted to lie, and tell Sam that he was booked from then until school started. But instead, he found himself typing. Come over.


"Obviously, I'm a little…confused…" Sam told him as they sat side by side on the foot of Kurt's bed.

"Obviously…" Kurt said uncomfortably.

"You see…when I said I'd been wanting to try…erm…that…I meant, like, I was curious and then the alcohol took over and…"

"Sam, really…It's fine. I completely understand." Although the more he actually thought about it, the harder it was for him to understand. Sam couldn't really be straight. Not after that…but then again, Blaine was still gay after hooking up with Rachel.

"No, it's not fine," Sam told him. "I don't know what it means, Kurt! I don't know why I had an urge like that, and it's kind of freaking me out."

"Well that's logical." Kurt tried, but it didn't calm Sam down.

"That's what I keep telling myself. I mean, just because I'm curious about other guys doesn't mean I'm, like, hot for them…"

"Definitely not," Although it seemed like Sam was trying a little too hard to justify his actions. Kurt wished that he could comfort him, but he really didn't know what to say. It didn't seem like Sam was really listening to him anyway. He was just sort of ranting, which Kurt thought was fine, although he kind of just wanted to go back to watching I Love Lucy and considering the pros and cons to being single.

"But what if it does…? What if I like guys? Oh god. My parents would…well…they'd be okay with it…but would I be okay with it? Would I be able to deal with the guys on the football team, like, knowing I think some of them are attractive…Dear god."

"Sam. What do you want me to do?" Kurt finally told him impatiently. "This doesn't sound like anything I can help you with."

Sam hesitated. He stood and said, "I think I need to kiss you again."

Kurt smiled politely. His face was unmoving. He just blinked. "Oh…?"

"Just as an experiment…!" Sam reasoned. "I know you just got out of a relationship, and I wouldn't want to toy with your emotions!"

"Never…"

"So, can I do it?" Sam licked his large lips, shoving his hands uncomfortably in his pockets.

Kurt considered the suggestion, and sadly realized that he couldn't think of any reason to say no. It seemed like it would shut Sam up and move him along, which was what Kurt wanted.

"Fine," He sighed, standing up and going over to the taller boy. He stood facing him and draped one arm over his shoulder, putting the other hand in Sam's hair exactly as he had done the night before. He quickly leaned in.

Sam kissed back gently. He ran his hands down Kurt's back, but unlike at the party, stopped before he reached his ass.

Kurt realized that Sam was a really good kisser. He was actually better than Blaine, which surprised him. He let Sam take the lead, and realized he could do it for a while, if he really had to…it was pleasant enough.

But that wasn't his call…

They kissed for about two minutes, and then Sam pulled away, looking solemn.

"Did you feel anything notable?" Kurt asked. His tone could only be described as friendly.

Sam pressed his lips together, his eyebrows scrunching up as he thought. "I really…I don't know what it's supposed to feel like…"

"Oh…?" Kurt sighed. He had nothing else to say.

Suddenly Carol's voice called to him from upstairs. "Kurt!"

"Yeah…?" He called back.

"Blaine's here!"

And suddenly it was like someone hit pause. Sam obviously understood that that was a big deal: Blaine being there. Neither of them knew what to do. Should they tell him Sam was there? Would Blaine figure out why Sam was there? Both of their minds raced, and they were paralyzed.

"Kurt!" Carol called again.

"Dude, I'm sorry…I'll leave," Sam said quietly; almost responsibly. He started toward the door.

"No!" Kurt shouted. "I mean…yeah. I mean…" He didn't know what he was saying. Part of him didn't want Blaine to even see Sam leaving. He knew he was paranoid. Blaine wouldn't figure it out, would he? And why would it matter. Blaine had broken up with him. It's not like he had any right to care. But Kurt still felt guilty. He didn't want to hurt Blaine. He loved Blaine.

He still loved Blaine. Blaine was here. Why would he be here? Why would he even bother talking to Kurt if he was that serious about breaking up? Oh god. What had he done...?

"Kurt…?" It was Blaine's voice. He was right outside Kurt's bedroom door.

Shit Kurt mouthed. "Um…I'm naked!" He cried. He grabbed Sam and started shoving him across the room toward the closet. He pushed him inside and was careful not to make any noise as he closed the door. "Come in Blaine!"

The door flew open and Blaine entered determinedly. His eyes were filled with sadness and he threw his arms around him. "I'm so sorry. I was completely out of line yesterday. I was up all night trying to get comfortable with the idea of being broken up and I just couldn't do it!"

"Blaine…" Kurt said weakly, hugging him back, realizing that it felt so good to be held by someone who really loved him. He'd been so mad at Blaine for ending it. That was what it was; anger. Now he suddenly felt as if he could forgive him for everything. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I wasn't thinking yesterday. You know I want to spend time with you, I do. I just…I like spending time with my friends too."

"And I need to respect that you have a life!" Blaine agreed. "Look, I love you. I don't want this to be over. Please give me a second chance."

Kurt had almost forgotten about the boy in his closet. Suddenly, his main concern was somehow getting Sam out without Blaine knowing. "Of course I'll give you a second chance."

Blaine kissed him fiercely. He worked hard to kiss back without it being clear that he was distracted.

"Hey!" Kurt suddenly pulled away. "You know, I think we should go for a drive. We should go grab some lunch and celebrate!"

"I already ate," Blaine said. "Besides, I'd rather be alone with you and make up properly." He wiggled his triangular eyebrows scandalously.

Kurt swallowed. He thought about what would happen if he and Blaine did what he and Sam had done. Blaine would think it was his first time… "I'm…um…hungry…" Kurt said, clutching his stomach.

"Kurt…" Blaine whined softly. "Just, like, ten minutes…"

Sam. Was. In. The. Closet. Hearing. Everything.

"We'll make up when I'm filled up," Kurt said cutely. He grabbed his boyfriend's hands and led him out of the room.


They went to The Lima Bean and got Coffee and sandwiches. The entire drive there, Blaine talked about how upset he'd been all night and morning, and how he was feeling nothing but relief now.

When they were sitting down, Blaine asked, "So, how was your night?"

Kurt could tell that Blaine expected him to have a similar story. He couldn't lie completely though. "Oh. I went to Rachel's."

Blaine forced himself to keep smiling. "Oh. How was that?"

Kurt's memory leapt back to him cumming in Sam's mouth. "Fun…"

"You had trouble enjoying yourself, didn't you?" Blaine said knowingly.

"Yes." Kurt shoved his sandwich in his mouth and took a huge bite so that Blaine would be forced to keep talking about himself.

"I feel so bad. If we had just gone together, none of this would've happened."

"Mhmmm…"

He wasn't lying to Blaine. Blaine wasn't asking if he'd hooked up with anyone.

"I mean…I shouldn't have tried to pressure you into staying home…Hey!" Blaine looked at something over Kurt's shoulder. "Finn and Rachel are here!"

It was official. There was a God, and he hated Kurt Hummel.

"Kurt and Blaine…!" Finn was horrible at hiding his confusion. "…Together…drinking coffee as if they never broke up…"

Rachel slapped her boyfriend on the arm. Kurt glared at the two of them. They were horribly obvious.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at Kurt. "So I guess you two just had a fight then…?"

"Yeah," Blaine sighed happily, starring dreamily at Kurt just like the first time he'd told him he loved him. "But we're perfect again…"

"Oh, well…then we'll just…leave you alone," Rachel spun around and darted toward the counter. Finn trailed behind her but kept throwing awkward glances over his shoulder as he went.

Blaine blinked, looking amused. "Any idea why they're so jumpy…?" He asked.

Okay. This was the first time Kurt was forced to lie. "No. None at all…"

Blaine shook his head, "They were acting really strange."

Kurt shrugged. "I think they had sex last night…"