As the night sky started to open up over the skies of Lima, two teens were reveling in the warm summer air. The silence was comfortable as they gazed up into the heavens; as the bright twinkle of the stars started to appear, Sam began to identify them and make notes, with occasional help from Kurt.
Soon, the worksheet was filled out and then the two just laid in the bed of Sam's truck. The silence was broken by Sam.
"After I moved to Kentucky, I would lay out in our front lawn for hours and just look at the sky," he said with a relaxed smile playing on his lips. I would also wonder if you and I were possibly looking at the same stars, the blonde teen mused.
"You know I used to love to do this all the time, especially after my mother passed away. But I haven't in awhile, Blaine hates summer nights out. All the mosquitos or something he says."
Sam chuckled. Blaine would hate summer nights. God, that dude is too fucking uppity. Kurt may be particular but he lets his hair down from time to time.
Kurt looked over at the blonde teen laying next to him. Gaga! I'm laying in the bed of a truck with a handsome quarterback. When did my life become so wonderfully redneck? Still the fair teen blushed and enjoyed the thought.
Just being here with Sam was tremendous, even if they would be nothing more than friends. But there were times that Kurt thought that might not be the case. Sometimes Sam looks at me like I'm the most amazing thing he's ever seen. He's always so sweet and gentle. But then again that's just how Sam is, thought Kurt.
"See that right there?" the blonde teen asked, pointing up at the sky and pulling Kurt out of his thoughts.
"Yeah," answered Kurt, looking up but not recognizing anything in particular.
"That large bright star. Right there in the group of about seven?"
"Oh yes, I see them now"
"That's the Big Dipper or the Great Bear. It's made of seven stars: Alkaid, Alcor and Mizar which are actually separate but look like one star, Alioth, Megrez, Phecda, Merak and Dhube. See how the bowl of the dipper points to another bright star? That's the North Star or Polaris," explained the blonde teen, looking at the sky.
Kurt turned to face Sam again in reverence. It was something else that the brunette loved. When Sam was interested, he was really INTERESTED. The blonde loved astronomy and knew a great deal.
"Isn't there a Little Dipper also?" asked Kurt.
"Yup! See Polaris? It's actually part of the Little Dipper or Little Bear. A lot of people actually think that Polaris is part of the Great Bear but it's not. Those two plus Cassiopeia, Cepheus and Draco are usually always visible from the Northern Hemisphere."
"Sam," Kurt began. "I don't think you need me to tutor you in Astronomy, do you?" the fair teen finished with a smirk.
"Well... maybe not on the actually stargazing part, but those worksheets are damn hard sometimes," answered the blonde with a shifty grin.
"Well I'm glad that I could help you," said Kurt with a chuckle. Both boys went back to staring at the sky, enjoying the peace and quiet of the evening.
After what seemed like hours Sam spoke again, "That's something I've always loved about stargazing. The universe is so vast and we're so small; when you look at the sky sometimes you can forget your problems, if only for a little while. And then sometimes you can actually find solutions to problems." With that, both started to think on the problems that they had been facing recently.
I need to figure out how to tell Kurt that I like him. I don't wanna be the cause of him and Blaine breaking up cause that would hurt Kurt, but I want to let him know how I feel about him. Samjust felt stuck, hoping that an idea would just come to him.
Kurt was thinking along the same lines, I can't fall for another straight guy. Look what almost happened with Finn. Besides Sam is like my best friend; I can't do that to him or me. I've got Blaine! But I'd be lying if I said that I would never go after Sam if the opportunity showed itself.
Somehow while the two teens were swimming in their thoughts, their hands had traveled from their respective places and met between themselves. Without realizing it, Sam took Kurt's soft hand in his and clasped it.
They sat in silence, both preoccupied with their problems and choices, holding hands under the stars. The comfortable détente was broken by the sounds of the phenomenal Idina Menzel's ring tone piercing the night.
The train of thought broken and senses restored, the two hands snapped away. Sam having realized the soft hand in his quickly sat up and slide off the truck bed, looking away from Kurt. The brunette snatched away his offending hand and moved to grab his cell phone. Glancing at the caller ID he saw it was his boyfriend. "Hey Blaine!" said Kurt with forced cheerfulness.
"Hey babe. Listen, I know you're probably busy but do you think that we could talk later? Like in person?"
Even though outwardly Blaine sounded fine, Kurt could tell there was an undercurrent of nervousness and maybe even a little fear.
"Sure Blaine. Sam and I should be home in about 45 minutes, so I'll meet you at my house in an hour?"
"Yeah that sounds great. I'll see you then!" the phone clicked off. Strange Kurt thought He normally wants to chat and then it takes almost five minutes to say good-bye.
"So I guess we need to head home?" asked the blonde while rubbing his neck. From either awkwardness or stiffness, Kurt couldn't tell but he didn't think he wanted to know.
Great work Kurt! Not only do you cross the line you said just this evening you wouldn't cross, you practically demolished it! You'll be lucky if Sam asks you to hang out like this again.
Meanwhile Sam was getting a internal lashing, Bravo meathead! Not only did you hand rape Kurt, he's probably freaking out! You know how he feels about regular guys after what Finn said to him. Baby steps Sam, Rome wasn't built in a day! Apologize and tell him that it's okay!
"Kurt, that hand holding..." but the petite teen cut him off.
"No, Sam I should apologize! I mean..."
"...It was outta line and dude..."
"...I should never have let it happen! You're..."
"...My friend, and that is so much more important..."
"...So lets just acknowledge it and move on?" they finished simultaneously
Kurt smiled at the blonde, always so gentle and understanding "Yes, I think that I can live with that."
Sam just grinned like a lunatic at the brunette before him, realizing that even if Kurt was only ever his friend, he had still hit the jackpot with him.
"Okay, let's get ya home mate!" Sam said as the blonde walked from the tail-gate he had been standing besides to the driver door.
"Mate?" Kurt asked with the cock of an eyebrow. "Since when are British, Samuel?" the amusement evident in his voice.
"Dude, the British are so cool! I mean, come on, One Direction and Dr. Who?! I freaking love the BBC!" said Sam as they piled into the cab.
The truck roared to life and they pulled away from the empty park, the lone streetlight still emitting a feeble flicker.
"Wow... I would never ever ever have imagined Sam Evans as a Directioner!" said Kurt, laughing at the fact.
"Hell yes I'm a Directioner! Team Louis for life!" joked the blonde, not bothering to admit that he did have real crush on Louis, but he could admit that at another time.
As the two left the park and headed back to the more populous parts of Lima, the conversation was light. The two had gotten to know each other a great deal since they had been living together for six months, four of those six they had been alone together. So there wasn't that much to know, but still there where little fun facts to share.
"So you honestly thought that your freckles where cancerous?" Sam exclaimed.
"Hey! No laughing! I was impressionable!" replied Kurt, trying to maintain some dignity.
"Yeah, okay! I feel like you of all people should have known exactly what any skin imperfection was and how to get rid of it" Sam said "I mean you are THE Kurt Hummel with the hour long skin regime."
"That hour is a investment in my future, thank you very much! Gotta protect the money maker!"
That caused Sam to release a huge laugh "Money maker? No more 50 Cent videos for you, sir."
The truck pulled up into the driveway of the house to see Blaine's black BMW already present, right behind the Navigator on the double wide drive.
Blaine was leaning against the trunk, looking at the ground, his discomfort as obvious in person as it was over the phone.
"I'll leave you guys alone," Sam said, brushing past the fair teen into the house, leaving the couple alone in the night.
If he hurts Kurt... Sam vowed silently but also wondered if there was potential for something more. Whoa, cowboy! One step at a time!
As Sam went inside, Kurt walked up to the trunk and leaned beside Blaine. The tall teen looked like he might faint but there was a resolve present in his eyes. I have a feeling like I know where this is going, thought Kurt. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out.
"Kurt," Blaine began. "There isn't any easy way to say this so I'm going to say it. I think that you and I... I think that it's time to break-up. I hate to use the clich 'It isn't you, it's me' but that's what it is. You and I have grown apart. You and I have so many different wants and dreams that it would be for the best for us to split."
Blaine rambled all that out quickly, trying to get it out before Kurt could interject, or before he could lose his nerve. This would possibly be the most difficult thing he had to do, but it was necessary. Kurt may hate him for it, but it had to be done.
"I know," said Kurt in a small and defeated voice. As much as it pained the petite teen to admit, but he had felt the drift. He knew that something was off in their relationship. "You and I have been so distant with each other, especially since you got back from Los Angeles. I just have one question, and please answer honestly. Did you or are you cheating on me?"
The question was out there. It didn't slap Blaine in the face the way that he had assumed it would.
Honestly, the dapper teen thought I don't know. I have feelings for Eric; it's true, but probably for the same reason that Kurt had feelings for me.
"No, there isn't now nor had their ever been anyone else." said Blaine with conviction.
"I believe you," said Kurt "What now?"
"I think that I'm going to go back to Dalton. I know it's probably going to be for the best. I'll miss everyone in New Directions, but since we're both being honest, it isn't where I belong. When I told the Warblers..."
"Wait... Told the Warblers? Just how long have you known about this?" asked Kurt, his voice taking a dangerous tone. He wants to break-up? Okay. He thinks that we've grown apart? Fine. But telling everyone before me? Oh no!
Blaine instantly realized where he had made a mistake, he should never have told Kurt that he had planned this out.
"Well... I might have been thinking about this for a few months now," said Blaine, his turn to stare down at the pavement. "I just wanted to be sure that this is how I felt..."
"Oh, Blaine," said the petite teen with mock sweetness. "You made your decision about us the moment you decided to go back to Dalton. You know I'm not mad that you are moving on to other things, I'm not mad that you're breaking up with me, I'm just mad that you decided to talk about this with your Warbler friends instead of me first!"
Blaine just stared at the fair teen, his mouth agape, this had went from best case to worst case in less than sixty seconds flat.
"Good night and goodbye Blaine Anderson!" With that, Kurt turned on his heel and marched up into the house, his head never once bowing down, the tears in the corners of his eye unshed.
Kurt walked into the house and shut the door with a firm hand, not slamming it and giving into his true emotions. Once the door was shut, Kurt turned to collapse against it. His chest heaving with silent sobs, those unshed tears finally making their way down his porcelain cheeks.
