Thanks for the lovely reviews and Onyx Nailo, i'm imagining that dancing :L JasonDragon64 i'm glad that it delivered, there's nothing i love more than a little bit of fluffiness.

I've got a busy week coming up at the moment, so updates might not be so frequent, but hey, if inspiration strikes...

Sam walked down the corridor the next morning like he was lighter than air, he was completely blissed out. He could feel his face starting to hurt from his giant grin and he was getting a few funny looks, but he honestly didn't care.

He kept replaying the previous night in his head, seeing the way Kurt had smiled at him with those gorgeous dimples and those electric blue eyes, the way it had felt when they had finally kissed.

He now knew what that woman his mom liked had been singing about when she said 'Walking On Sunshine', he was practically bouncing along the corridor.

Kurt was quite possibly the only one that could rival Sam for his level of contentedness that morning. He had avoided a morning dumpster toss because the hockey guys had an early practice and he couldn't wait to see Sam again.

Running a hand through his already perfectly styled hair he smiled to himself again and turned to open his locker. While he was checking his appearance in the small mirror he kept inside it for emergencies he saw someone tall someone stop behind him and, fearing the worst, immediately flinched.

A soft whisper nearly startled him as much, but for different reasons.

"Check your phone Maria."

Kurt whirled round to see Sam's back retreating down the corridor and out of sight, turning only once to meet Kurt's eyes for a fraction of a second.

He frantically scrambled to retrieve his phone from the perilously tight pocket of his skinny jeans and nearly dropped it on the floor as he fumbled it.

There's a bathroom jsut down the hall, barely used, near the old Spanish rooms. Five minuetes? Xxx

Kurt laughed at his boyfriend's (he loved being able to call him that) inability to text, and then turned back to his locker, picked up his things and made his way slowly down the hall.

He entered the bathroom and looked around, barely hearing the soft click behind him, when he was turned and backed against the wall, Sam's mouth pressing firmly on his in a soft, sensual kiss. He let out a soft mewl of protest before allowing himself to be drawn into it, his tongue darting past Sam's lips before be broke away and stared at him wide eyed.

"Sam! Anyone could walk in here at any moment""

"Kurt, I locked the door as you came in. I'm not as dumb as you think you know." And with that breathtaking smile Sam melted Kurt's anger away, leaving him to half heartedly roll his eyes and place a soft kiss on Sam again before backing away, leaving his fingertips lightly resting on the sides of Sam's arms.

"Did you check the stalls? There could be people on the inside you know." Kurt's eyebrows pulled together just the slightest little bit when he frowned and Sam couldn't help but smile.

"Yes Kurt, why d'you think I said 'Five minutes'?"

"Well actually you said 'five minuetes'"

"What?"

"Doesn't matter" Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled up at the blond jock.

"So, is there a reason you locked me in a bathroom only seconds from the bell?"

Sam chuckled and said "Surely you can knock the 'Mr. Perfect' routine for once and make up an excuse? And I came to do this."

And with that he leaned into Kurt again, sliding a hand down to the small of his back and inhaling the smell that he just couldn't place, no matter how hard he tried.

Kurt let the kiss continue for a moment and then pulled away yet again, very much regretting to do so but needing to talk.

"C'mon Sam, there must have been something more than that?"

"Well... I've been thinking about it and I wanted to tell you that I'm definite about us. Which means that, even though I'm sure it won't be easy, eventually I want people to know about us, Kurt."

He looked at Kurt to gauge his reaction and smiled just a little at the happiness that seemed to light up Kurt's eyes. He had thought Kurt might not actually believe it was real, but he knew that this was something.

"So," He continued, "I think we should probably get Quinn and Mercedes out of the way today."

"Okay, I get Quinn, but why Mercedes?" Kurt wondered how his best girl was involved.

Sam chuckled.

"Well, apparently she decided that she didn't care if I was straight because she couldn't handle the sexual tension between us, so her and Quinn have been playing matchmaker I think."

Kurt realised why it had been her that told him that Quinn had wanted to see him when she had sung to him, and decided to pester her later about her devious antics.

"In that case, I think that's probably a good idea. What about our families though?"

Kurt could see no problem with informing his dad and Carole, who he knew would be very supportive, if a little heavy handed with the 'I have a shotgun and I'm not afraid to use it' charade, but he could see how it might be a problem for Sam.

"I was thinking about that last night after I got home."

"And?"

"I think we should tell your parents first. But I want to tell mine, I hate hiding things from them really. And on the upside, they seemed to really like you when I mentioned our movie night to them. It may be a different matter when you're sticking your tongue down their son's throat, but I'm hopeful." With that Sam ruffled Kurt's carefully styled hair and laughed as the smaller boy glared at him and rushed to the mirror to sort it out.

"Did I mention that the way you're so meticulous with your hair was one of the things I like about you?"

Kurt never turned from the mirror as he said "You're so full of crap Sam Evans."

Sam walked over and wrapped his hands around Kurt's waist, finally turning the diva's attention away from his hair as he was pulled into a tight hug.

"Breaking... bones... lungs... punctured..."

Sam let Kurt go with a whoosh of air and rubbed the back of his head in a way that Kurt couldn't help but find cute as he looked at the floor and mumbled "Sorry. I just get carried away 'cause I can't believe I get to do it."

"Don't worry Sam, I was only teasing you."

Kurt's exaggerated superior look made Sam want to kiss him again to wipe it off his face, but instead he wagged a finger at him and drew back, saying "You shouldn't do that Hummel. Because you never know when I might... SNAP!"

And with that Kurt was squealing as Sam rushed at him and tickled everywhere he could reach, his stomach and his legs and the tender spot on the back of Kurt's neck.

Kurt squirmed in Sam's arms and made a 'meep' noise as Sam once again trailed his fingers over the back of his neck. Turning, he whacked Sam's hands away playfully and tickled him, using all his strength to break Sam's hold as he got his hand to the crease of Sam's elbow and began tickling it without mercy.

"Kurt stop it! C'mon Kurt... Not fair!"

"Fine, spoilsport." Kurt huffed and rolled off Sam, getting to his feet and dusting himself down.

Sam unashamedly checked Kurt out while he straightened his clothes and Kurt pretended to look shocked.

"Master Evans, your behaviour shocks me! Stop leering at me and make yourself presentable man!"

"Fine, but I'm still leering. You're just too hot not to look at." Sam winked.

Kurt shook his head in mock disdain and waved Sam away like he was crazy.

"Back down to business Samuel! How do we get hold of the matchmakers alone?"

"Um... kidnap them?" Sam suggested.

"I don't think they'll need quite that level of coercing, they seem pretty interested in out love lives already. No, I meant how do we get them alone, somewhere where no one will overhear us?"

"It would have to be in lessons or after school, when there are less people about. But I think after school would be better, as it's less likely someone will walk in and it won't be suspicious us all leaving our lessons at the same time."

"Wow. I'm impressed Sam."

Sam looked wounded. "I have good ideas sometimes you know. Dyslexia doesn't kill brain cells."

"I wasn't implying you never normally had good... whatever, when shall we meet then?"

"Stay behind after glee?"

Kurt smiled.

"Perfect. Okay, I'll speak to 'Cedes and you get Quinn to stay. Looks like we have a plan."

"Sounds good. See you in French Kurt." Sam placed another soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips and swept out the room, unlocking the door quickly before disappearing through it and into the corridor.

Kurt stood where he was a moment longer, his hand pressed to his lips, before shaking his head to clear the haze and making his way to his lesson.

Sam and Kurt's eyes met surreptitiously in the halls and their classes throughout the day and their little glances and smiles were enough to keep Sam's attention occupied in all his afternoon lessons.

Mr. Shue's voice slowly faded away as he doodled Kurt's name sneakily in his binder and daydreamed.

He and Kurt were lying on his bed, his Avatar duvet cover splayed on the floor with his shirt on top of it as Kurt slowly kissed his way down Sam's chest, every so often sucking and licking his sensitive flesh as he drew nearer and nearer to the waistband of Sam's jeans.

He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to take over until they were thrown back open when Kurt tweaked one of his hard nipples and then set his beautiful mouth around it, tracing circles around it with his tongue. He smiled wickedly up at Sam before moving down to his jeans again, carefully opening the button and unzipping them.

Sam felt cold air on his legs as they were slid down his thighs and before he knew it Kurt was cupping the hardness in his boxers, before moving his hands down Sam's legs, taking the thin white cotton with them.

Sam closed his eyes as Kurt leaned in and-

"Sam? SAM! If you're that tired I suggest you should probably go and see the nurse."

Sam raised his head slowly off the table to stare into the concerned eyes of Mr. Shue. He shook his head and mumbled "Late night, I'll be fine."

"Okay, well try to pay attention then."

With a smile Mr. Shue moved back towards the front of the classroom.

As the class' attention also shifted towards the front of the room Sam looked down and groaned inwardly as he saw his jeans straining. He closed his eyes and ran through his list again, thanking god when it worked this time.

Great, now he was falling asleep in class and dreaming about Kurt!

"Sam, are you sure you're okay?" A concerned looking Quinn was leaning over towards him from a few desks along, and Sam smiled at her, nodding and repeating what he'd said to the teacher.

"I just had a late night is all. I'll be right as rain tomorrow." Quinn looked mildly satisfied and turned back towards the front.

Just then Sam remembered that he was supposed to be asking her about staying after glee.

Hey Quinn! I was wdnering, could you stay for a litttle longer after glee? I wanted to ask you about something. Xx

He put his phone away and watched her as she pulled hers out and quickly read his text. It amazed him how she could read that fast, but then he knew that Kurt would have read it and replied in the time it took her to read it, so he guessed her speed was normal.

He felt his phone vibrate and looked at her reply.

Sure, I was going to ask to talk to you anyway :) I want updates on how our little plan is coming together. DON'T disappoint! Xx

Sam chuckled to himself as he thought how little she knew.

Putting his phone away again he thought he should probably at least try to pay attention. After all, it was only half an hour 'til glee. He could totally go that long without daydreaming.

As Mr. Shue announced to the glee club that their next assignment was a country song, Sam and Kurt were sitting at opposite ends of the front row, trying in vain not to sneak little glances and half smiles at each other.

Kurt had talked to Mercedes and she was fine with waiting behind after glee, so now he just had to decide how to tell them, assuming Sam had managed to get hold of Quinn.

"That's all for today guys, hope you all come up with some good songs for our country week, see you next practice. And no Rachel, you can't categorise Barbra Streisand as country!"

Sam caught Kurt's eye again and mouthed "We're on." accompanied by a thumbs up gesture which he hoped wasn't picked up by anyone else in the room. He sat quietly as all the rest of the glee clubbers filed out, chatting and joking, but was surprised to see Kurt and Mercedes wander out with them. But as Kurt turned back and smiled at him he assumed that there must be a reason for their detour, and turned to Quinn.

"So, did you do anything good last night Quinn?"

"Uh, yeah, I went to the gym and then had a salad, practiced my cheerios routine and went to bed. It was scintillating." She rolled her eyes.

"What I really want to know is how it's going with you and Kurt, loverboy?"

Sam shuddered at the nickname and jokingly shoved Quinn away from him, laughing as he did so.

"Well..."

"Yeah?"

"Things seem to be going okay."

Quinn sighed exasperatedly and face-palmed her forehead, groaning.

"Sam, I am a girl. I don't want simple sentences and monosyllabic answers. We as a species live for gossip. So spill. Give me the details!"

Sam decided right there and then that he was very, very glad he was gay and dating Kurt, because girls were so damn confusing and annoying. And sure, Kurt loved gossip as much as the next person, but he wasn't this pushy. He could probably get it out of Sam by kissing him anyway.

"Okay, so I had a movie night with him the night before last, and I introduced him to Avatar."

Quinn groaned again, "Saaaaaam! I thought you wanted the guy to like you, not be off put by your weird obsessions!"

"Don't fear Quinn, he actually liked it. Loved it even. He rambled about it for a good three or four minutes" Sam smiled playfully and rolled his eyes as she muttered "Dorks!" under her breath.

"And then we watched Rent, his choice of course, and I actually knew some of the songs! Turns out my mom was in an amateur performance last year and she went around singing the songs for week! Kurt was so impressed when I knew the lyrics." Sam laughed at the memory of Kurt's shocked and suspicious face.

"I loved the plot as well to be totally honest. Not my usual but it was really entertaining!"

Quinn decided that even if helping them along had made her end up alone and nauseated as Sam told her all about his budding new relationship, it was still worth it. Just for the happiness in his eyes and his voice, the spring in his step, the candyfloss nature of how perfect they were together.

"Urrgh, I don't want to hear about all the sickening details Sam," Quinn smiled, "keep to the timeline!"

"Well, I plucked up the courage to sing to him that night. When he was asleep of course. I chose a great little song by Mayday Parade, 'I Swear This Time I Mean It', but I had to change some of the lyrics, 'cause it was about a 'she' and set in Florida. But I think it went really well, I have a lot more confidence around Kurt now." Sam grinned evilly.

Quinn smiled back and said "Okay, we're up until yesterday. What did you do then?"

As Sam talked Quinn through his boring school day in a bid to waste time, Kurt and Mercedes were stood at her locker, Kurt waiting as she tried to squeeze her entire schoolbook repertoire into one tiny little purse.

"'Cedes, honey, that's never going to all fit. Just face facts, you will need another bag." He offered his to her, opening it up and motioning for her to scoop some of her crap into it. As much as he would have normally insisted that her purse would hold everything, he really needed to get back to the choir room.

They had had to move out with the rest of the club because Mercedes needed to raid her locker, but Kurt wanted to tell them both together, and he was worried Sam might have spilt in his absence, because he was sure Quinn would question him about the two of them if Sam's assurances about her matchmaking were correct.

"Come on Mercedes, I'm sure we can do this another time?" Kurt tried to sound placating, but he thought it might have come out a mixture of hopeful and desperate. He really needed to save Sam from the endless questions he was sure would be dripping from Quinn's lips, and soon!

"Kurt, I'm nearly finished. What' with you today, you've been jumpy all afternoon, and this morning you had the biggest grin on your face I've ever seen!" She didn't like being kept in the dark, and she was sure that he was trying to conceal something from her.

Kurt panicked, and put on his best haughty expression as he tried not to smile again and give it away. "I'll have you know I'm just as normal as I have ever been, and I just happen to be in a good mood today. Does one need a reason to be happy?" Kurt questioned with a gleam in his eye.

Mercedes snorted and shook her head, saying "Kurt, you come out with the weirdest shit sometimes, you now that?" Pretending to cold shoulder him, she turned back to her locker and succeeded in fitting all her copious amounts of crap into her small purse, which was now full to bursting and straining alarmingly.

Sam was desperately trying to think of something he could say to distract Quinn from her main line of questioning, when he remembered the flour fight Kurt and Finn had had.

"And then, you should have seen it, I walked in the kitchen and it looked as if a bomb had gone off. There was flour and water everywhere! They made such an adorable pair; it was so hard not to laugh though." Sam smiled to himself at the memory.

"And then Kurt was singing, and I really couldn't take it any more, so I-"

Kurt walked in the door at that moment with Mercedes in tow, and the two girls looked at each other in shock, both wondering why the other was there.

Kurt winked at Sam to show him that he had decided to play the girls.

"Quinn. Mercedes." He was giving them the full benefit of his glare, and Sam could have sworn his voice was so cold it could freeze lava.

"You are no doubt wondering why you are here."

They both nodded, looking stricken.

"Well. It has come to my attention that you two seem to have been having a little fun behind my back. I have confirmed this with Sam, so don't try to deny it."

While Quinn continued to look as if someone had killed a puppy, Mercedes had sprung up from her chair, eyes wide, trying to defend herself.

"Kurt, you have to believe me, I thought-"

"What did you think Mercedes? Did you think you could just pull all the strings and everything would be perfect? That I was - we were - just marionettes that you could play around with?"

This time Mercedes was speechless. She sat back down in her chair, looking hurt, but more that that, guilty.

"Well, what a tangled web we weave don't we! Pulling those strings like Gretl Aicher*, and look where it got you!"

At this Sam could see where Kurt was going and chimed in.

"And Quinn, you played off my insecurities, telling me how easy it would be, getting me to believe in what you were telling me!"

Quinn froze in position, stopping rocking back and forth on her chair to gaze at him like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"No Sam! I never would..."

Kurt wanted to cheer at how quickly Sam had caught on, how well he was playing along, because he hadn't really had a chance to clue the blond in on his plan beforehand.

"I can't believe this, of either of you! You should know better than to meddle in other people's lives! The old Quinn maybe, but I thought the new you was better than this."

Quinn was looking like she was on the verge of tears and thoroughly confused as to what was happening, when just a few minutes ago Sam had been talking to her with no problem. He decided to put her out of her misery.

Kurt was thinking the same when he saw the mixture of anguish and confusion on Mercedes' face. He knew he'd catch hell for their little stunt, but he hadn't been able to resist.

Sam started walking towards Kurt as he said "You both just used me so that you could make believe, but I still believed in sunsets and silhouette dreams." Sam closed the dwindling gap between him and Kurt with one long stride and then turned to the girls.

"You knew the only things I wanted to do was this."

Then he turned back to Kurt and winked at the soprano, before bracing his hands on the wall on either side of him and snaking his head in so his lips met Kurt's.

He heard gasps behind him and he could feel Kurt trying not to laugh as he sank into their kiss and parted his lips.

Mercedes unfroze and jumped up again, storming over to where the two boys were, determined that no one was going to treat her boy like that. She was just working up a scream when Kurt broke Sam's grip and flipped him, suddenly becoming the one pinning the other to the wall.

Although this effectively stopped Mercedes in her tracks, Quinn was the first to realise what was happening.

"I KNEW it! I knew you liked each other really! How dare you tease us like that?" She too stormed over to Sam and Kurt, who were by that time giggling hysterically as Mercedes unfroze enough to curl her hands into fists and plaster a death stare on her face.

"I'm sorry but... It was just too much to... resist." Kurt spluttered, holding onto Sam's arm for support.

"Kurt Hummel, you nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought I was going to have to file molestation charges against Sam!"

Sam turned and smiled weakly, tears of laughter still running down his cheeks.

As Quinn calmed down she began to realise the hilarity of the situation and couldn't help a little giggle escaping her lips. Mercedes turned from her rant to turn and stare at Quinn, and suddenly both of them were in fits of laughter as Sam and Kurt calmed down and watched them laugh, shaking their heads.

"So immature."

Sam nodded

"We'd never be like that."

"Never."

Quinn finally recovered from her laughing fit and as she unbent and stood up her eyes twinkled at the blond and brunette, who were standing looking at them, holding hands and with huge smiled on their faces. She could see just how happy they were and suddenly couldn't resist the urge to hug them both. Stumbling towards them she scooped both them and Mercedes into a giant hug, giggling again and saying "I'm soooooooo happy for you guys!"

Mercedes struggled for breath as Quinn squeezed the three of them tight, and finally squirmed out of it to give Kurt his own bone breaking hug. As they danced and hugged she noticed Sam reach out to Quinn and pull her into a hug, saying "Thank you. You gave me confidence you know, I'd have never done it without you!"

She decided that Sam needed one of her special hugs too, seeing as he was making her best boy the happiest alive.

She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders. Looking deep into his eyes with an entirely straight face she said "I accept you Sam."

As Kurt burst into fresh peels of laughter, which Sam couldn't help but notice were exceptionally cute just then, he laughed too.

"Thanks 'Cedes. Now, we've only got the rest of the world to go."

A/N: You would not believe how annoying it was when my spellchecker kept autocorrecting misspelt words in Sam's texts. There were supposed to be more but i couldn't stand the red lines under my writing. I totally don't have OCD.

*She is/was a famous puppeteer. I googled it, i'm a nerd but not that much of a nerd.