This was new, Sam thought as he stared up at the sky.

So this is what Kurt had felt like when he'd been thrown in the dumpster. Puck had mentioned that it was bad, but until Shane and his cronies had actually done it, Sam hadn't thought it would ever actually happen to him.

Well, in retrospect, it probably hadn't been a good idea to publicly declare his intention to get Mercedes back with Shane and half the football team standing right there beside her. He'd gotten away with it once, on his first day back, but only because the team hadn't been anywhere near him. Mercedes had just stood there with a look of shock on her face. Well, what had he expected anyway?

It was quiet in here. It smelled, but it was quiet. Silver lining maybe? As long as it didn't start pouring, maybe he could stay in here for the rest of the day.

He wondered if Kurt knew where he was at the moment. He hadn't spoken to him in over a week, other than a scattered hello in the halls or small talk during Glee. There'd been no real conversation since the afternoon in the auditorium. Kurt's parting words had hurt, but they'd been true. He was tempted to text him an SOS, but what would be the point in that? Kurt was probably off with Blaine somewhere.

Sam climbed out of the dumpster and headed for the school. He had a change of clothes with him because of swim practice, so he'd just wear those for the rest of the day. His current clothes weren't filthy, but he'd rather not wear them now.

He headed for a regular boys' bathroom rather than the locker room. He'd change in there and avoid another confrontation.

Sam stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hands grasping the sink in anger.

Since when? Since when did he avoid confrontation? He'd taken on Karofsky in the locker room for his treatment of Kurt. He hadn't backed down when Finn had come at him over Quinn. He was someone who stood up for things, for people, especially when it was the right thing to do.

When did he become someone who backed down?

Sam threw his dirty clothes into his bag and headed for class.

He'd made it through two class periods before it happened.

He turned the corner in between English and history classes, and he was doused with at least five different slushies. Damn. Kurt had been right about those feeling like a god damn iceberg.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed, and he felt the cold all the way to his bones.

"Look loser. You stay away from my woman," Shane warned.

Sam glanced at Mercedes, and again, she just stood there. She looked sad but not shocked this time. She must have known this was coming, and she hadn't said a word to him last period.

When Shane left, Mercedes went with him, and she didn't even look back. Well, that was that.

Sam stood there dripping for a few moments, trying to decide where to go to clean up, when he heard a gasp from behind him.

"SAM!"

It was Kurt.

Sam sometimes felt that no matter what happened to him, Kurt would always be there in one way or another. That felt nice. Safe.

He turned and found not only Kurt, but Blaine as well. And Sam was not happy with the unbridled amusement on Blaine's face. The prick hadn't even been slushied once since coming to McKinley, and if anybody deserved it, it was Anderson.

Maybe he could arrange for that to happen.

"Hey, Kurt. Like my ensemble?"

"Why yes. I should take a picture and add it to my portfolio. Multi-colored ice is all the rage as an accessory this year. Need some help?" Kurt smiled.

"Kurt, we need to get to class." Blaine pulled at his arm, but Kurt resisted.

"Class can wait for a bit. I've never let a slushied friend stay slushied for long, and I'm not starting now."

"Kurt, Sam's not a baby. He can take care of himself," Blaine whined.

Kurt looked at him pointedly, "And neither are you. You can go to class by yourself if you're so worried about being late."

Blaine stalked off and disappeared into a room at the end of the hall.

"Man he gets pissed off easily," Sam marveled.

"Yes, he does. Now, come on." Kurt grabbed his arm and led him to the nearest girls' bathroom.

"This is the girls' bathroom."

"You are very observant. Girls' bathrooms are usually jock-free bathrooms, which is why they are designated slushie-removal centers." Kurt dropped his belongings and left the room.

He came back with a chair he'd apparently smuggled out of a nearby classroom and he put it in front of the nearest sink. He gestured for Sam to sit. "Lean your head back, and I'll wash it out of your hair."

Sam leaned back and closed his eyes. This could be interesting.

Funny.

He'd been slushied twice over Mercedes and she'd just walked away with her boyfriend. Kurt found him slushied, and it had nothing to do with him, but he had still risked pissing off his boyfriend to help Sam. Because he was Kurt, not Mercedes.

Sam bit back a moan when Kurt's fingers entwined in his hair.

This could be interesting, but this could also be bad. Sam fidgeted and tried to focus on something else besides Kurt's touch. He heard the tap turn on, and Kurt began palming water over Sam's hair.

"Stop fidgeting," Kurt whispered.

"Sorry."

"Don't be nervous. It won't hurt too bad," Kurt added.

Oh shit.

God damned stupid freak of a mother effing memory.

"You said that on purpose," Sam whispered in accusation.

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"Don't be nervous, Kurt." Sam came closer and closer to Kurt, and Kurt backed further and further away until he was flush up against the motel door.

"Sam," Kurt said softly.

God he loved to hear Kurt say his name. Nobody else ever said his name with such reverence and in such a sexy come-get-me voice. He was already fighting the urge to jump him. He should really know not to say it that way.

"Kurt." Sam reached for him with one hand to cup his face. The other hand became the brace for Sam's weight as he leaned into Kurt. Sam used his fingers to stroke the side of Kurt's jaw, but he didn't kiss him. He wanted Kurt to kiss him first. It was ridiculous, but he wanted Kurt to admit that he wanted this just as much. So that tomorrow, Kurt couldn't say he hadn't participated fully.

Sam's mouth hovered over Kurt's jawline, and he just breathed him in, loving the scent of his cologne.

"Kiss me, Kurt. It won't hurt too bad."

And Kurt lunged off the door at him.

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"SAM. Stop. Whatever you're thinking that put that indecent smile on your face, you can just stop thinking it."

Sam opened his eyes to find Kurt's eyes all but glazed over as he stared at Sam. Kurt had stopped running water over his hair.

"Hi, almost done?"

"Um. No. I got distracted." Kurt poured some shampoo into his hand and started working his hands through Sam's hair.

"Yea, so did I. How many times did you say my name?" Sam leaned back and closed his eyes again.

"Three, why?"

"I figured. You always get this certain tone when you have to say it that many times. It's kind of hot."

"Shut up."

Sam chuckled. "Yes, sir. Continue please."

Sam closed his eyes again and sighed at the memory, and he lost himself in the feeling of Kurt washing the ice and rainbow colors out of his hair.

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Sam had Kurt's shirt unbuttoned and hanging off him within minutes. He pressed his lips against Kurt's sternum, and he stopped to listen to Kurt breathe. Even Kurt's breathing was sexy. How was that even possible? Kurt pushed him backwards towards the bed, and Sam's knees gave out under him. He landed with a thump, but he turned quickly and pulled Kurt under him.

"Sam, touch me."

"Yes, sir." Sam curled one hand around Kurt's arm and slid it down to his hand, where he entwined his fingers with Kurt's. Then he took Kurt's hand and placed it behind Sam's neck.

Sam leaned over and kissed Kurt again, and he realized that the sound of Kurt's moan would one day be the death of him. Sam peeled off his own shirt and threw it to the side.

Kurt gripped the back of Sam's neck and arched into him. "Sam… oh.."

"You are so eloquent when you're aroused." Sam whispered.

"Shut up," Kurt laughed.

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"Sam," Kurt began.

"Shhhhh," Sam whispered. "My brain is too busy to listen to you right now."

xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Sam's hands unbuckled Kurt's belt and pants, and Kurt help to get himself wiggled out of them.

"If I'd known you were going commando, you wouldn't have made it through our conversation before I had you on this bed," Sam's fingers stroked Kurt's cock gently.

Kurt moaned, "It's the pants... too tight. Oh god… Sam."

Sam's tongue trailed down Kurt's chest while one hand threaded into Kurt's hair. The other kept kneading Kurt's erection. "Sam will do, you know. Since you don't believe in God anyway," Sam mocked gently.

"Sam, shut up."

"Okay," he breathed. And he took Kurt's cock into his mouth in one sweeping motion. Sam sucked and his tongue swirled back and forth across the tip. Kurt arched into his mouth, and Sam started thinking that having Kurt fuck his mouth was the best idea he'd had in ages.

Kurt's moans were disjointed combinations of swear words and Sam's name, with a few more references to non-existent deities. It was music to Sam's ears. He worked his mouth up and down while one hand held the base of Kurt's cock.

"Sam, stop!"

"Why?" Sam breathed.

"I was going to come."

"Yea, I know. And that would be bad, why?"

"Because I don't want to come... yet." Kurt panted.

"Well, I don't really care what you want right now. I'm going to make you fuck my mouth, and you will come, and you will like it, and even if you don't, which I very much doubt will happen, I'm still going to swallow you whole right now. So stop arguing and go back to moaning my name." Sam licked the skin covering Kurt's hip and smiled against his body.

"Oh, god."

"Um. Excuse me. I said MY name," he reminded before placing a kiss on the skin of Kurt's inner thigh.

"Oh, Sam."

"That's better," Sam breathed. A compliant Kurt was a very sexy Kurt, he decided.

"Sam?"

"Yes?" Sam looked up to find Kurt staring at him.

"Continue please."

"With pleasure."

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"SAMUEL EVANS!" Kurt turned off the tap water and threw a towel at Sam.

Sam opened his eyes and grinned wickedly. "What?"

"You can just stop thinking about whatever it is you are thinking about that caused that!" Kurt gestured towards Sam's growing erection and tightened pants.

Sam met Kurt's stare with his own, and he licked his lips. Kurt's eyes dropped to Sam's lips, just as Sam knew he'd do, and Sam blatantly adjusted his jeans to accommodate the growing pressure.

"You can't make me stop thinking about it, and really, I'm not sure you'd want to once you found out what it was."

"What was it?" Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth, and Sam laughed. He loved how Kurt never could keep his mouth shut around Sam. It made for delicious conversation.

"I knew you'd ask. You can't not ask. It's like in your DNA or something," Sam grabbed Kurt's hand and laced their fingers together.

"Never mind. I don't want to know." Kurt pried his hand loose and grabbed Sam's bag. "You should get out your spare clothes and wear those. That shirt may be ruined."

"I am wearing my spare clothes. I got thrown in the dumpster earlier."

Kurt gasped, "WHAT?"

"Shane and his buddies put me there," Sam shrugged. "I'll have to wear my first set of clothes that I changed out of earlier."

Kurt's eyes flashed with anger, "Of course they did. Bastards."

"Kurt, it's fine. It was my fault anyway."

"I heard. Seriously? What possessed you to do that?"

What had possessed him?

Sam peeled off his wet shirt and used some paper towels to finish off the slushie mess on his shoulders and neck. He still felt slightly sticky from the sugar in the drink, but he wasn't multi-colored anymore. And his hair was clean and smelled like Kurt.

Kurt whispered something as he walked over to his messenger bag and picked it up, but Sam couldn't make out what he said.

"What, Kurt?"

"Nothing. Here." He thrust out a shirt that he'd dug out of his bag. It was a light blue shirt with an Avatar theme. Along the edges and collar were phrases written in Na'vi.

It was Sam's shirt.

"Kurt?" Sam stared at the shirt being offered to him. "How?"

"Sam, just take it. I brought it the day after you got slushied for joining the swim team. It's been in my bag ever since. I wasn't sure you'd remember to bring a change of clothes since you'd been gone so long. At least this way, you'll be able to wear something clean even if you have to wear dirty jeans."

Sam took the shirt and pulled it over his head.

"But how?"

"Just drop it."

"Kurt, how?"

"I took it alright! When I left the motel that night, I took your shirt with me," he snapped. "When you were wandering around the room looking for it, I just… took it. I don't want to hear any shit about it, okay?"

"You've had it all this time?" Sam floundered.

"Yes, now shut up about it because you've got it back."

Sam didn't know what to say next.

"What did you whisper when you went to get this? I know you said something, but I couldn't hear it."

"Sam, I don't want to talk about this. I'm leaving." Kurt grabbed his bag again and shouldered it.

Sam grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him backwards slightly. "Please tell me." Kurt teetered for a moment when he got off balance, but he stopped resisting the tug of Sam's hand.

"All I said was that I wished you'd make up your fucking mind for once," Kurt answered without the anger that his words should have carried. He glanced at Sam with sadness and walked out the door.

Then he thought about Kurt's earlier question, about what had possessed him to go after Mercedes today. Then he thought about it from Kurt's perspective. How his behavior might look to Kurt.

And he'd been acting like a two-timing slut, he'd decided. That's what had possessed him. He wanted Kurt, but he couldn't have Kurt, so he'd been publicly going after Mercedes.

No wonder Kurt didn't want him.

Was this how he'd looked to Kurt when he'd kissed him and then turned around and gave Quinn a promise ring?

Damn. He really was an idiot.

No wonder Kurt didn't trust him.

He'd been doing exactly what Kurt was afraid he would do. Kurt had even told him about it after they'd kissed the first time. He plainly told Sam that he was afraid Sam would mess around with him and then turn around and go after a girl.

God, he was fucked up. And he'd fucked up what could have been the best thing that had ever happened to him. And now Kurt would never want him back.

Because Kurt had Blaine now.