It begins.

I'm sorry I haven't updated! School starts this week and this lack of laptop is killing me. But I finally came up with a chapter and I hope you all enjoy! Thank you once again for the favorites and reviews!

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Sam looked around in the private theater room. It was the luxury of a theater with only two rows of those uncomfortable red velvet chairs stuck together and the rest was red plush carpet; Free space for more chairs...or in this case, mattresses. Kurt had some of the other Secret Service members buy some mattresses. Now the presidential home theater had been turned into a bedroom just for the gleeks.

All of the teenagers piled into the room clad in their pajamas, talking and laughing. Sam felt his face burn when he saw Kurt talking to Finn. His pale cheeks were rosy with a blush and he was practically gushing.

Stupid Finn, Sam thought to himself.

Well why should Sam care? It wasn't like he and Kurt were dating or anything. Sam wasn't even gay! Kurt could talk to whoever he wanted. Sam was just his bodyguard. That was it.

He was brought from his thoughts as he felt a tug on his arm. Looking down he saw Brittany's big eyes looking up at him. "Oh, hey Brittany."

"Hi Sam."

"….."

"….."

"…so what's up?" Sam asked. This girl was really weird.

"Do you want to share my mattress?"

Sam's eyebrows pushed together in confusion. "Uh…"

"Because Santana's here with Puck, and I can't sleep unless I have someone with me." Brittany said softly.

Sam groaned internally. Okay, she was crazy but she was giving him the puppy eyes. But he didn't want Kurt to think that he was interested in her. Not that he didn't like girls! He just…Brittany…eh….

"Sure Britt."

Her face immediately lit up and she leaned up to kiss his cheek before running off to set her sleeping bag up on the bed next to Santana. She kept glancing over to the dark-haired Cheerio who was busy running her fingers lightly through Puck's Mohawk as the boy grinned at her. Sam tilted his head and sighed. If Brittany liked Santana shouldn't she be able to tell her?

He started to walk over when a tap on his shoulder stopped him. He turned and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of Rachel wearing some kind of pink nightgown that looked like it was actually designed for a twelve-year-old.

"Hi Sam!" "Hi Rachel."

She looked him over quickly. "Are you wearing your suit to bed?"

He looked down at himself. Huh. He hadn't even thought to change.

"No I guess not. Excuse me." He walked past her, glancing back to make sure they were all there. Mike and Matt had moved Artie onto a bed between them and they were all talking and laughing together. Rachel went to snuggle up next to Finn, who was still talking to Kurt. Sam's eye twitched and he walked out.

What should he care if Kurt liked Finn? I mean, Finn was with Rachel so that wasn't right. Finn wasn't even gay! So Sam had nothing to worry about.

Wait, worry about?

Why was Sam worried? He wasn't gay either!

He practically sprinted to his room and slid out of his suit to change into some pajamas, all the while his thoughts raced.

Okay, Sam could be concerned about Kurt for the following reasons:

-It was his job

-Kurt and he were friends…sort of

-Finn was obviously not gay so Kurt had no chance and since it was Sam's job and he and Kurt were friends it made sense that Sam would be concerned.

Yep. It totally made sense.

When had he become a worried schoolgirl over this?

He opted for a gray shirt and navy blue sweatpants before going back to the theater room. The kids were all in a circle and spinning an empty water bottle in the middle. Sam had to raise an eyebrow at that. What was so fascinating about a bottle spinning?

He walked over to them and leaned over a bit. No, just an ordinary bottle. Quinn looked up and smiled. "Hey Sam, want to play spin the bottle?"

The rest of the group looked up. "Hey, look who's not so fancy anymore." Puck smirked.

Kurt smiled softly. "I had no idea you owned normal clothes."

Sam smiled back. "Another secret of the Secret Service: we're actually normal people."

"No way." "Way."

Brittany pulled Sam down to sit next to her, blinking her large eyes at him. "You look nice."

"…do I not normally?"

Mercedes put her hands up. "Alright guys, we're going to play a modified version of spin the bottle. It's called Spin for Truth or Dare."

"Thrilling." Santana mumbled.

Brittany put her arms around Sam's neck and pulled herself to sit in his lap. "I want seven minutes in heaven." Sam blushed and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Robbing the cradle there, Samuel?"

Sam blushed even more. "I'm only 17."

Rachel clapped excitedly. "Come on, I wanna play!"

Mercedes grinned. "Alright, who wants to go-"

"-Rachel." The entire group droned at the same time.

Rachel squealed and reached in the middle of the group to spin the bottle.

It spun quickly, wobbling a bit before landing on Quinn.

"Alright Quinn, truth or dare?"

The head Cheerio hummed softly before deciding on, "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Artie."

Artie blushed and Quinn giggled, getting up and kissing the boy on the cheek.

Rachel pouted. "Hey!"

Quinn sat back down in her spot and smiled sweetly. "You didn't specify where the kiss had to be." She leaned into the middle of the group and spun the bottle. It landed on Puck this time.

"Dare." He immediately said, and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Hmmm…."

"Make it a good one." Mercedes said, and Puck scowled at her.

"Hey, no help from the peanut gallery."

Quinn smiled. "Alright Puck, I dare you to arm wrestle Sam."

Sam looked over at the mohawked boy. "…really?"

Puck grinned. "This'll be pie. Come on, blondie."

Brittany slid off of Sam's lap as the two boys laid on their stomachs and reached across the circle, one arm out.

Sam gripped Puck's hand as they both tried pushing each other's arms down. For a moment it looked as if neither of them was moving. But the muscles in their arms strained and Puck clenched his teeth. Sam's eyes didn't leave Puck's as he continued to push against the other boy, gritting his teeth a little.

"Come on Sam!"

"Don't feel bad if you can't do it." Finn mumbled. "I know I can't."

Rachel rubbed Finn's arm and smiled softly. "Don't worry Finn."

"'Don't worry Finn'." Puck mocked in a high-pitched voice, earning a slap on the back of the leg from Rachel.

Sam almost lost it when he laughed softly, but he held his ground.

A bead of sweat ran down Puck's temple, and Artie held up his watch. "They've been at this for five minutes."

Santana, who had looked smug when Quinn presented the challenge, looked a little confused. Shouldn't Puck have won by now?

Both boys were straining by now, taking slow breaths so as not to lose their concentration. The glee clubbers were all leaned in, watching closely.

Finally, movement.

Puck managed to push Sam's arm a little bit, then Sam pushed Puck's arm just a little bit lower down. Puck's breathing was ragged but Sam kept his cool. Neither of their elbows moved from the carpet as they began a slow tug-of-war, pushing back and forth.

Puck began to push Sam's arm down lower and lower until it was mere inches away from the carpet, when Sam shoved back and slammed Puck's hand onto the carpet.

The glee club burst into cheers as Sam grinned at Puck, who was scowling.

"No fair." "Totally fair."

Sam put out his hand and Puck reluctantly shook it. "Good game, dude."

"…yeah." Puck mumbled, sitting back up.

Sam sat up and laughed softly, high-fiving Finn. Brittany sat back on Sam's lap, eyes big as ever. "You're strong like….Super Sam."

"…I like Secret Agent Man better."

"Alright, my turn." Puck reached into the middle of the circle and spun the bottle. It spun quickly for a few seconds before slowing to a stop on Sam.

Sam blinked. "….what now?"

Puck smirked. "Truth or dare?"

"Uh….truth."

Puck swore under his breath before sighing. "Fine, do you really dye your hair?"

"Why does everyone ask me that?"

"Just answer."

"No, I don't dye my hair."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Sure you don't. Your turn."

Sam reached over and spun the bottle awkwardly, making it land on Santana.

She looked up at the boy, smirking. "Dare."

He swore she and Puck could have been related.

"Alright I…uh…." He glanced down to Brittany before smiling. "I dare you to kiss Britt."

Brittany blushed and looked over to Santana, who rolled her eyes. "Come on."

Brittany scrambled over and kissed the other Cheerio full on the lips, earning some wolf whistles from the boys. When Brittany pulled away Sam swore he could have seen a blush on Santana's cheeks. Brittany walked back over to sit next to Sam, smiling up at him. "Thanks Sam."

Sam winked. "Anytime."

Santana leaned into the middle and spun the bottle, and she laughed when it landed back on Sam.

Sam pouted. "That can't really be fair."

"Totally fair." Puck mumbled.

"Alright, truth or dare."

"Uh…." Well, he had picked truth before. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Hummel on the mouth."

…

"I don't think that's…." Finn mumbled, looking scared and confused.

Santana smirked at him. "It's completely fair. He made me kiss Brittany and no one complained."

Finn scratched the back of his head as Sam looked over to Kurt. The boy was blushing and trying to avoid Sam's eyes, but he was unable to when Sam stood and walked over to his side of the circle.

He kneeled down and cradled Kurt's face in his hand gently, and their eyes met.

Kurt's lips parted ever so slightly and Sam licked his lips before sealing the space between them.

Shit.

Sam was gay.