~Kurt~

I took a deep a breath and prepared myself to be bombarded by the stinging cold of slushy dripping down my face only to here the so familiar splash hit something near me but wasn't me. I opened my clenched eyes and saw Azimio and Karofsky walking away in disgust and saw that tall blonde haired boy standing in front of me, hands wiping off most of the slushy from his face.

He smiled, his mouth almost literally stretching from each side of his face due to the size of it. I knew that I was staring at him, and that my mouth was a gape. "Why would you do that? I've been slushied before, Sam I know how to handle it." I reached a hand up and wiped part of his cheek off. He smiled some more before I realized what I was doing, blushed then snatched my hand away.

"I have no problem going 'slushie-cide' for you, Kurt." He laughed, "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go wash off in the bathroom. Care to join me?" I stared at him again, not meaning to make it seem like I didn't want to, I was just so startled. I didn't know where my relationship with him stood, he extended a sticky hand and said "I could use your help."

I went from staring at his face to staring at his hand, did he expect me to hold it? What was I supposed to do? I didn't know how to react so I made an excuse, "You're hand is all sticky." I said, recoiling my hand in fake disgust. "I can't get my hands stick-" he reached down and grabbed both of my hands, I let out a short high pitched yelp out of shock and before I knew it I was pulled into the closest boy's bathroom.

"Sam! Let go!" I laughed, he didn't. Instead he pulled me around the bathroom. It was extremely childish but that's what made it fun. I stumbled after a couple if steps on the slightly wet floor and fell toward him. His arms immediately shot out and grabbed me. We stood there for a couple of seconds until Sam busted out in laughter. I smiled and noticed that a lot of the slushie residue on Sam had gotten onto me as well.

"Okay. That's enough laughter, we need to wash off." Sam laughed.

"You're helpless." I laughed, letting go of his hands and turning on one of the faucets. (I admit this next sentence is just for my laziness) I grabbed the chair that I had secretly stole from the library so there would be one in this bathroom. "Sit down." I said, motioning from the chair.

"How does this-" He started

"Just sit down." I said with more force in my voice. He sat. He stared at me, confused. "Lean your head into the water." I said, pushing his head down.

"God, that's cold!" He shouted, lifting his head back up.

"Don't' be such a baby!" I said, rolling my eyes. He slowly lowered his head into the cold water. I my travel mug and cleaned it out so I could pour water into his blonde hair. I poured once and combed through his hair with my fingers, then repeated until his hair looked clean. I started massaging his scalp, hoping to get out any unseen slushie. "Slushie is never fun to find on the scalp. It hurts when it's all dried up." I said, thinking I needed a reason to be rubbing his scalp. I felt my cheeks warming up as he made eye contact with me.

"Thanks." He said as I let go of his head and let him lean back up. I grabbed a dry towel from inside of my backpack and soaked it in the water, squeezing it until it was damp. I handed it to him.

"Wipe your skin off with this." I said, avoiding eye contact. He grabbed the towel and our hands slightly touched.

After a long silent minute, while I was washing out my own hair and skin Sam opened his mouth "So, did I do something wrong… you know after that phone call?" I could hear how awkward he felt in the air.

I sighed and said "No, you didn't do anything. I just… I have no clue how to deal with having another guy like me." I smiled, "If anything I'm ecstatic about it. But-"

"Kurt, will you go out with me?" His voice was loud and sudden, he was right in front of me, holding both of my hands in his.

I felt my cheeks blush massively and looked up, so I could meet his eyes. "Excuse me?" I managed to forced out of my throat without choking on my words.

He smiled and repeated himself "Will you go out with me?" He stared me in the eye. I felt his grip on my hands tighten and saw the pink that should have been in his cheeks too appear. I smiled and said "That's a random question-"

"Yes or no, Kurt. I don't have all day. You know there is such a thing as class and we're already late to that thing." He said, the pink blush almost fading through what seemed like extreme confidence.

I hesitated but nodded and said "Yes." He leaned down and pressed his lips against my forehead.

He stood back a little and said, "We can go as fast as you want, Kurt. I don't want anything forced." he said, rubbing my cheek with his hand. "now I have to get to class."

I'm sorry it took me so long to put this up, I was distracted by Glee… so yeah… um I don't know when the next one will be up but it'll probably be a shorter time period than this past one :D

Thanks for all the reviews

No I did not get the last name Hughes from Canada's minister of militia in WWI. Sorry.