AN: Story's gonna be winding down now, I simply don't have any ideas on how to fill the void. :( I think I there'll be somewhere around 5, 6, maybe even 7 more chapters. But I have ideas for random one-shot in this 'verse that simply won't fit into the plot line, so look forward to those. :)

On a serious note, please guys, this is my biggest hit and your feedback is REALLY appreciated, positive or negative.

Well, here's chapter 7. Enjoy!

Italics-Kurt

Bold- Luka

Bold Italics-Both

Months passed in Lima without having any big impact. New Directions had placed first in Sectionals and Will Schuester was pushing the kids hard for Regionals. On a personal level, the students were doing well. Rachel Berry was often seen in the hallways wearing her boyfriend's letterman jacket. On Valentine's Day, Puck had serenaded Quinn with "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade and it moved her so much, she began crying. Marius and Mercedes had just celebrated their six month anniversary and there was no trouble in the relationships of our two favorite Cheerios and our ever-in-need-of-a-serious-plot-line football players. Sam and Kurt had passed the honeymoon phase and were simply content in the fact that they were with someone that they cared about and that cared about them. Luka and Emily grew closer, bonding over their common wish to have their feelings reciprocated by taken men. They did nothing about it, though. They both cared too much about their respective crush's happiness too much to break the two up. They had actually grown closer to the boyfriend of their own crush. Emily and Kurt had became friends over a discussion about Lady GaGa, while Sam and Luka grew closer when they were named co-captains of the co-ed varsity basketball team. Luka had to admit to herself that Sam O'Connor was a pretty cool guy and a good friend. Yes, everyone was happy.

Except Sam.

Oh sure, he had a great boyfriend, good friends, was co-captain of the basketball team. But he also had a guilty concience. That day when he threw that Slushie at Luka was imprinted on his mind. He felt so bad. Sure, he was jealous of the pretty brown eyed girl, but that was no excuse. To make things worse, the girl in question was acting as if nothing happened, was just taking it in stride. She was being his friend and that killed him. Friends don't do what he did.

He had taken to hanging out with Emily Brighton when Kurt was out with Finn or Luka or Mercedes. The Southern belle was a comfort, a nightlight in his never-ending nightmare. She knew exactly what to say, knew the right combination of sympathy and blunt honesty,regardless of whether or not his feelings were hurt. And she was a great listener. At first Sam thought of the girl as just another pretty face in a sea of people. But he had come to find that she was so much more.

"Ugh, Em, I just can't do it!" Sam groaned, grabbing fist-fulls of his yellow hair.

The pair were sitting in the bleachers of WMHS's football field. The petite girl placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Sammy, ya gotta stop blamin' ya-self. It was one time." she comforted.

"But I threw a Slushie in her face! And part of me is glad! And the rest of me hates that part!" He dropped his head in his hands. "I don't think it's wrong to be a little possesive over the one you lo...like." Sam paused over the "L" word for a reason. He had never told Kurt he loved him, because it didn't seem right. He loved Kurt, but maybe not in the romantic way. Not anymore at least. And Sam felt the other boy felt the same way.

"Same here." Emily agreed. With most people, Sam would've thought they were kissing up to him. But not Emily, she spoke her mind even if it hurt the other person. If she didn't agree with him, she would've said so.

"But, what I did to Luka is unexcusable. No one deserves that."

"Sam, look at me." And he did, staring deep into her emerald green eyes. "People make mistakes. We're only human. So you gotta let it go! Life's all about livin' in the moment, ya know? Carpe diam and all that." And she smiled at her and Sam felt his heart leap.

"You know what Em? I think I'll do that."

"Good!"

Sam's first act of LIM (Living In Moment)? Kissing Emily Brighton.

The carmal haired girl was shocked. This was what she had been waiting all year for. But, this was a taken boy with his lips on hers. So, despite her deepest desires, she pulled away. "Sam, we can't do this. You're with Kurt, 'member?"

"What if I break up with Kurt?" the question was out of his mouth before he could think. And even as part of his mind wanted to take it back, most of him was happy to have the question out in the open.

Emily's mouth hung open. "Why would ya do that? You love Kurt."

"No Emily, I don't love Kurt. Not that way, at least. And anyway, I think we both aren't as into the relationship as we were in the beginning. We're pulling away, and you're pulling me closer."

Emily knew that was a cheesy as the nachos Sam loved so much, but she couldn't help but fall for it. "Don't go lyin' to me, boy. Not quite sure I could handle it."

"I would never lie to you, Emily."

And with that, they shared another kiss.

Kurt walked into The Corvette Diner and took a seat, waiting for a certain waitress. The Corvette Diner was always of interst to him. The entire place was decked out in '50s decor and all the waiters and waitresses acted the parts, most name tags reading names like Rizzo or Danny or other characters from Grease, which of course, appealed to him.

The copper-haired waitress walked up, staring at her notepad. "Hi, my name's Frenchy, welcome to the Corvette Diner. What can I get'cha?"

"Well, for starters, you can ask my best friend when her shift is over so she can come over to my house." Kurt answered, amused.

The waitress looked over her pad and grinned! "Kurt! What're you doing here?" Luka exclaimed.

"I figured I'd pick you up after your shift so we can find a duet for Regionals. Mr. Schue told me he wanted us specifically." Kurt informed her.

Luka gasped happily. "Are you serious? He picked us instead of Finn and Rachel?" she asked.

Kurt nodded rigorously. "Yup! About time he noticed how amazing we are."

Luka's laugh warmed him up. "Hell yeah!" she responded. "I get off in 20."

"Great, I'll be here."

The two made their way to Kurt's house after finishing up at the diner. Walking through the door, they spotted Burt Hummel on the couch in the living room, watchin ESPN.

"Hi Dad."

"Hi Mr. Hummel."

"Hey Kiddo. And Luka, you've been over here enough times, you know you can call me Burt." The older man said.

Luka chucked. "Yes Burt." she replied.

"We're going to my room to work on something for Glee club." Kurt informed his dad.

"Alrighy. Are you staying for dinner, Luka? Carole's making pasta." Burt asked of his son's guest.

"Ooooh pasta, the true way to an Italian's heart." As Kurt giggled, Luka finished, "I'd love to Burt, but my brother Sebastian and his girlfriend are coming up from California right about now and we're going out to dinner later."

"Sounds fun. Ok, well, you two should probably get to work, then."

"Probably. See ya, Dad."

"Bye Burt." the kids called as the descended the steps into Kurt and Finn's basement room.

Luka sat on the edge of Kurt's bed. "So, does Mr. Schue want a legitimate duet or one where we take a song and split it into two parts?"

"I'm pretty sure legitimate. I was thinking something from Broadway." Kurt explained.

"Popular?" Luka joked.

Kurt couldn't help the chuckle escape his lips. "No, I was actually thinking more along the lines of a...love song." Kurt blushed at this. Yes, his feelings for his best friend had grown. And he was showing them more every day, slowly but surely.

"Oh." Luka's voice showed her surprise. "Well then, what did you have in mind?"

Kurt turned to her, biting his lower lip. He sat beside the brown-eyed girl and took her hand in both of his. Looking into her eyes, he sang:

"Lift up your head. Wash off your mascara.

Here, take my Kleenex. Wipe that lipstick away.

Show me your face, clean as the morning.

I know things were bad, but now they're ok.

Suddenly Seymour is standin' beside you.

You don't need no make-up. Don't have to pretend.

Suddenly Seymour is here to provide you sweet understanding.

Seymour's your friend."

A little confused at the countertenor's actions, but mesmerized all the same, Luka began the girl's part.

"Nobody ever treated me kindly.

Daddy left early, Mama was poor.

I'd need a man and I'd follow him blindly.

He'd snap his fingers and me, I'd say "Sure."

Suddenly Seymour is standin' beside me.

He don't give me orders. He don't condescend.

Suddenly Seymour is here to provide me sweet understanding.

Seymour's my friend."

"Tell me this feeling'll last till forever.

Tell me the bad times are clean washed away."

"Please understand that it's still strange and frightening.

For losers like I've been, it's so hard to say.

Suddenly Seymour."

"Suddenly Seymour."

"He purified me."

"He purified you."

"Suddenly Seymour,"

"Suddenly Seymour."

"Showed me I can,"

"Yes, you can!"

"Learn how to be more.

"The girl that's inside me."/"The girl that's inside you."

"With sweet understandin'."

"With sweet understandin'."

"With sweet understandin'."

"With sweet understandin'."

"With sweet understandin'!

Seymour's my (your) man!"

The two were so close, Kurt's hair was brushing her forhead. Neither of them were making a move, just staring into each other's eyes.

A loud buzzing noise made the two jump apart. Kurt looked around his room for the source, when he saw his cell phone dancing around on his bedside table. He check it. A new text from Sam.

"We need 2 talk. Meet me park in 10?"

"Kk.". Kurt texted back. He turned to Luka. "Uh, Lu, um, I-I gotta go."

"Sam text you?" Luka asked. Her voice was detached.

Kurt nodded gulitily. "But, this was a great rehersal. We should... uh, we should perform it for the guys soon."

Luka nodded, eyes on the ground.

Kurt's heart nearly broke. Damn him and his need to explore his sexuality! Now he'd gone and hurt his best friend. Feeling that no words he said now could make up for what he did, Kurt turned and left the basment.

After staring at the ground for a long time, Luka rose from Kurt's bed. Swallowing the lump in her throat, the mezzo-soprano wiped her eyes, eliminating any tears threatening to spill over. She took a deep breath and then, she too exited the Hummels' house.

AN: Yes, dramatic chapter. Dun-dun-dun-DUN! Haha, reviews por favor!

Song: Suddenly Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors, one of the best musicals ever. This is seriously one of my favorite love songs of all time. If you've never heard the song, check it out!