Ch 2 The Breakfast Awkwards

Kurt's POV

I woke up to someone snoring and didn't know whom. I looked across the room and saw a boy passed out on my couch, I jumped and shrieked. Who was it? Why were they here? Were they dead? The lump stirred. I suppose they at least have to be alive then. I took a breath and went to poke him.

"Huh?" He turned over and jumped himself, then both of us remembered what happened the night previous.

"Oh, good morning Blondie." He glared, pulling his shirt down to a comfortable length, sadly hiding his splendid abs. Then he sat up.

"Morning kid. What time is it?"

"5:30." He sputtered.

"What are you? A sadist?" He gripped his head then fell back on the couch.

"Oh, big words for the jock." I laughed and got up.

"Shaddup. Thanks again for letting my crash here." He said.

"Don't start saying that yet, we gotta check it with my dad first." Evans looked a bit alarmed, and I laughed. "Don't worry, he's a decent morning person." He nodded and got up again. He pulled at the edges of his cloths, sort of uncomfortable.

"You can go shower if you want, I'll start breakfast." The blond nodded and retreated to the bathroom, grabbing the cloths he was wearing the previous night as he went. I'd have to remember to get some from Finn, and the other Glee boys. Until then, Dad's youth would have to fit. I went upstairs to make Vegan pancakes.

Dad came down earlier then usual. He was groggy, but looked appreciative that I was making his favorite, even if they weren't "normal".

"Hey Kurt, why are you making so many pancakes?" he paused and listened, "and why is the shower running?" I shrugged.

" I have to go downstairs," I said as the shower stopped. "Do you think you could keep an eye on these for me?" I asked. He nodded, looking at me suspiciously.

Evans came out of the shower with a towel around his waist and his cloths piled in one arm. I know I had seen him that one time in the shower room while breaking the news to him about duets, but this was awkward, even for me.

"Hey, remember what you said about Quinn and me last night? Well, don't worry about that too much, we might be…taking a break soon. I think she's giving me those vibes, so we might break up." He said casually. This was not my usual morning conversation. This boy seemed far too comfortable in this situation. Talking about his girlfriend half-naked and soaking wet with a gay boy in his bedroom with the door closed. It was surreal and made me uneasy.

"Why?" I asked, slightly petrified that he was discussing this with me. It took a lot of my will power to not notice that he looked sexy and adorably tousled.

"It sorta has to do with my situation, I don't really want to talk about it."

"You didn't get her pregnant again, did you?"

"What? God no!" he gave me a disapproving look.

"Relax Blondie, she makes jokes about that with us all the time. Same with my preference and Mercedes's Divanosity."

"Uh, okay. What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes."

"Yum." He smiled.

"Vegan pancakes." His face fell a little but he shrugged in a 'what can you do' way. Adorable.

Sam's POV

It was six am. The last thing I was ready to see at the table was Hummel's dad in a bathrobe. Dude, scarring image. But it was even scarier when he looked and saw me. He spat out his cereal.

"Kurt! Who the hell is this? What is he doing in my pj's? What was he doing in your room!" Hummel rolled his eyes and went over to his dad.

"Dad, this is Sam, he's in Glee club with me."

"Is he your…uh…b-boyfriend?" He said, staring at me like I was doing Yoga in the nude on his dining room table. The kid flinched when his dad said boyfriend. It was probably weird hearing his dad say that. As weird as him looking at me while wearing a bathrobe. Seriously, what the hell?

"No dad, his parents kicked him out, for reasons he prefers to remain un-discussed. Is it okay if he lives with us for a bit. He's dating Quinn, so there's no trouble if he sleeps in my room." He said, trying to make a better fight for my staying there.

"Kay, I guess you could stay for a bit. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to know why your parents kicked you out. You into drugs?"

"No sir."

"Got anyone pregnant?"

"Why does everyone ask that?" He glared "I mean, no sir." I stuttered

"Stolen anything?"

"No, not since third grade."

"Killed anyone." I looked at him. Was he crazy?

"Uh, no?"

"Okay, you can stay. For a bit. I'll talk to your parents." I froze. My eyes went wide. Hummel to the rescue.

"Dad, whatever happened between the Evans is strictly their business, I think it would be best if you avoided intervening. We can be a home for Sam," he choked my name out, which was odd, "for as long as he needs us, but talking to his parents may just worsen the matter. I've offered to teach him how to fix cars, so he can sort of support us as well." Mr. Hummel shrugged, and took another bite of his cereal.

"Sounds fair. Welcome to the Hummel house, Sam."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hummel."

"It's Burt."

Kurt's POV

I knew I was setting myself up for more heartbreak. Not only did I have an attractive, friendly boy sharing a room with me, but there was the whole air of wounded soul syndrome. I wanted to help him, and this was a problem.

School was going to be harder, as the weeks wore on, he started making a habit of waving to me in the hall. Glee club seating had changed to him and Quinn behind me and Mercedes, with his knee leaning up against the back of my chair. I knew it was only because he was tall, but any contact was starting to get to me.

When I sang for glee, his clapping rivaled Mercedes in obnoxious support, and when he sang, he alternated between looking at Quinn and I.

We had told Quinn where he was living, so Quinn started coming over more often. Even when he wasn't home.

On one such occasion, Mercedes, Quinn and I were sitting in my room, talking about boys.

"So how's Sam-I-Am, Quinny? He all you wanted and more?" Mercedes asked, sipping a diet soda.

"Well, it's odd. We have a bunch of fun when we hang out together, and he's really sweet, he always knows what I want,"

"Sounds perfect." I said, hiding my bitter tone well,

"But here's the thing, Kurt, you know how your relationship is with Finn, how he's sort of like, your brother? He loves you, but isn't in love with you? I think it's more like that with Sam. We hardly ever kiss, even. It's nice, sort of, innocent, but I wonder. Maybe he just doesn't like me, and doesn't want to tell me." she looked down at her skirt.

"Don't even talk like that." Mercedes protested. She was too positive at times, that's why we loved her.

"I agree, Quinn. He talks about you all the time." I lied. I didn't want her to feel hurt by what he had told me a few weeks ago.

Speaking of the Devil, Evans burst into the room. He tossed his backpack haphazardly onto the futon we had bought and made into a makeshift bed on the ground. He had insisted on only a mattress, not a bed.

"He Quinn," he gave her a hug and a kiss on the head, then he hugged Mercedes and gave me a pat on the shoulder, "Hey kid." I sighed inwardly. It was so easy for him with the girls, he would show all of them affection, even Rachel, which was a scary concept. "So what are you all talking about?"

"My sister." Quinn supplied. His face fell, but he faked a smile.

"What's she like? Older or younger?"

"She's older. She was my daddy's perfect girl. I was just messing with perfection." She snorted.

"Hey, don't say that." He took her hand.

"What is your sister like?" I asked. Maybe I could gain a little insight into why he was so okay with not living at home.

"Sophie? Oh, she's the best. She was thirteen on Thursday. I wish I could've been there, she's a teenager now, officially."

"What does she look like?" Mercedes asked.

"Like me, with darker hair. Well, we actually have the same hair, I just bleached mine."

"KNEW IT!"

"Yeeah kid, shut up." He whapped playfully over the head, "But she's into sports and music, like me. We shared a room, forever, and she's really artistic and outgoing. She's really smart, she can read people like books."

"Sounds like you." Quinn complemented, snuggling up to his shoulder. Jealousy went straight through me. I coughed and stood up.

"Well, me and the ladies here were thinking of going to the mall, but it's going to close in a couple hours, so we better head out. Feel free to come if you wish, Blondie." Evans shook his head, declining. I nodded and the girls and I left for some quality retail-therapy.

Sam's POV

Man, out of all the things I had tried not to remember about home, my messy room with the band posters, the smell in my kitchen that always smelled like breakfast, the big, old 80's black leather couch that my mom hated and my dad loved, I had tried hardest not to think about Sophie.

Some siblings really hate each other, and I mean hate. Others can stand each other. But Soph and I were tight. I was so happy when mom said I'd get a little sister, and when she showed up, well, that may have been the best day of my life.

When we were little, we used to make hot chocolate at midnight every Saturday, and watch a scary movie. Well, scary to her anyway. After we had both grown out of that, we still made Saturday our day, where we would go out, or stay in, and do sibling stuff. Sometimes we would talk, other times I'd teach her a new song or a new football play, sometimes she'd teach me dance steps. Others, we'd just go and hang out at the roller rink or Breadstix.

I had told her about my dilemma long before I had even thought about telling my parents, and she had been fine with it. We'd have boys to talk about as well, is what she said. After a while, she told me that maybe I should tell mom and dad. When I did, well, it didn't turn out so well.

I hadn't seen her since, and it was starting to get to me. I wanted to introduce her to Quinn, because she would love the whole cheerleading thing, and Sophie had endless questions about God. I wanted to tell her how much I love the blond girl, but how I know I'll break her heart because I'm not in love with her. I want to introduce her to Hummel and Mercedes, because Mercedes has the voice and diva personality that Sophie secretly wants to have, and Hummel because he's, well, special. I want to take her to a Glee Club rehearsal, but I don't even have her cell number. And I can only imagine how horrible mom and dad have become. They failed with one child, why risk the other one?

Remembering all this made me home sick. I looked around the room for something to remind me of home, but, as great as the room was, it was Hummel's room, not mine. Even the cloths I wore were Burt's, or Finn's, nothing but what I had brought with me that night three weeks ago was mine. And it hurt.

I grabbed my hoodie and sat on the edge of the kid's bed. It gave under my weight, and it felt as comfy as his pj's had. I hugged my hoodie, and tried not to tear up. It was stupid, my family had rejected me, shunned me, but I still missed them like crazy.

I lay back on his bed, and decided that, since no one was home, I could be a wimp and cry a little.