Resolution

Sam sat in glee with his arms folded across his chest lazily. He was between Santana and Puck who had become his unspoken guards in the fight against blasphemous remarks against Kurt.

Mostly, it was Rachel and Blaine who seemed to believe that Kurt was now the Anti-Christ.

Mr. Schuester had begged him on more than one occasion to talk sense into Kurt, but Sam had blatantly refused to even ask because Kurt was happy.

Finn flinched whenever Kurt's name was mentioned. He often gave an unflattering yelp, and whipped his head around fearfully before letting out a sigh of relief.

Sam watched Blaine occasionally, and noticed subtle touches between him and Rachel. He almost felt sorry for Finn if the doofus hadn't stepped into such hot water with Kurt. Finn could have been so much to Kurt if he had tried, but he hadn't because of his irrational fear of turning gay.

The longer Sam watched the more he wondered if Blaine was really gay. Sure, he dressed like a ten-year-old, but Artie didn't dress much better, and he was as straight as a ruler. Maybe Blaine was bisexual or maybe he was flamboyantly straight. He seemed to like Rachel an awful lot, and that was all kinds of confusing, and terrifying at the same time.

He would hate to see what kind of children they would have, and shuddered visibly as Mr. Schuester finally graced them with his ever-late presence.

After practice, Sam headed for the door with a wave to Santana and Puck. He found Kurt waiting lazily against the wall. He was wearing the most outrageous blue and white checked skinny pants, and a white loose fitting blouse type with many wrinkles in it. Sam didn't know what it was called, but the kicker were the boots that had a bunch of silver buckles, and the hat, which was a dark blue fedora, and it hid one of his eyes.

"Hey," Sam said trying to tame the heat in his pants as he looped his arm around Kurt, and kissed him softly in greeting.

"Hi to you to, Sammy."

There hadn't been much shock when Sam and Kurt were seen together, and Sam's arm remain firmly planted around Kurt's waist. The glee kids all expected it after the unconventional outburst, and anyone else outside of that didn't matter.

Quinn had given them a knowing look, and Mercedes while sad, had smiled in understanding before walking away with Shane on her arm.

Kurt was pleased to see that she hadn't taken it personally. He really loved Mercedes, and he always would, but he wasn't so sure if they would ever be the same. Not because of Sam, but because of everything as a whole.

Kurt tossed Sam the keys to the Navigator making the boy's eyes light up. "I can drive?"

"Mhmm, besides, I'm going to have to learn to be driven around. I mean, I'm going to be a star, and driving myself would look so plebeian," he teased with a sly smile.

Sam chuckled as he tossed his things in the back. "Then I shall be your personal chauffeur."

"Amongst other things," Kurt said slipping into the passenger's seat.

The house was completely empty once more, and Kurt sighed as he fell against the bed. He held one foot up, and smiled when Sam unzipped it, and tugged it off. "Tired?"

He switched his foot with the other. "Mhmm," Kurt tilted his head, and watched Sam's fingers move across his zipper. There was a content smile on the boy's face that made Kurt's heart speed a little faster.

Once Kurt was freed of the restricted leather, he circled his legs around Sam's waist, and tugged him forward causing him to gasp and fall on top of Kurt. He broke his fall with his hands on either side, and arched an eyebrow.

"I think we should make most of the afternoon," he said licking Sam's chin teasingly. "I'd like to feel you now, inside of me."

Sam shivered when Kurt used his lower register. He dipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth, and groaned when it was sucked.

Kurt's fingers worked at the buttons on Sam's shirt as they traded deep kisses back and forth. Each article of clothing was slowly tossed off to the side, until they were completely naked. Kurt forced them into a sitting position, and he straddled Sam's lap, and teasingly worked their cocks together in a rhythm.

Sam's eyes rolled, and his muscles twitched whenever Kurt's fingers scratched his shoulders and biceps. Oh wow! Sam let out a strangled groan when Kurt trailed kisses down his chest, and circled his tongue around his nipple.

Sam jerked when Kurt rolled his hips causing his cock to swell underneath Kurt's teasing. Each kiss became more heated, and their tongues moved out of tandem as Kurt nibbled down on his bottom lip.

He gasped when Kurt pushed him down onto the bed, and he groaned when his cock was teased, and the look in Kurt's eyes – oh shit! He was in for it.

"You'll be in me, but I'm going to fuck you," he said bending down to kiss Sam. "I'll be in control."

"Okay..." Sam was having a hard time coming up with anything to say. His head was getting fogged, and he was becoming delirious. More kisses and licks made their way down his body, and he moaned loudly when Kurt's mouth swallowed his cock. "Oh, Fucking Hell!" That tongue – oh – damn, if Kurt wasn't careful Sam was going to ruin it by busting in countertenor's very delicious mouth.

Kurt slipped his fingers into the satchel on the bag, and pulled out the lubrication and condom. All the times he'd been with Sebastian unexpectedly had left Kurt prepared for anything. As he sucked and lolled around on Sam's healthy cock, he used his fingers to prepare himself, and moaned against Sam. He'd never touched himself while sucking anyone off, and damn if it wasn't kind of hot.

Sam was sitting up, and watching, his eyes wide, and his mouth open hungrily. Kurt was touching himself, and that was so fucking hot. His hands fell into Kurt's soft hair, and he tugged unconsciously as Kurt tilted sideways, and opened his legs so that Sam could get a better view.

"Fuck that's hot..."

"Told you," Kurt's throat vibrated against his cock, and he bucked. "I'm in control."

Sam ran his hand along Kurt's slim stomach, and curled around his cock causing the moans to escalate. He took hold of Kurt's leg, and spread it further, and his fingers soaked up the lubrication as he added one of his to Kurt's making him roll his hips.

He tugged chin up to eye level, and licked Kurt's mouth. Kurt easily slid the condom on, and mounted him slowly.

"Fuck..." Not only was he still tight, but Kurt was so fucking hot. He could feel it through the condom because they were extra thin.

As Kurt's body got used to the size and filled sensation, he shoved Sam back down, and began to gyrate furiously making their moans mix together as Kurt aimed for the prostate every time, and was rewarded with an addicting zing.

Sam was as vocal as Kurt, and had no problem letting his voice know exactly how he was feeling.

"Kurt – slow down – I'm going -"

"No!" Kurt laid down on top of Sam, and slowed. "Do not come yet," he ordered harshly.

Sam groaned at the demand, and kissed Kurt hard as he slowed his breathing. God, Kurt was going to kill him, but hell if Sam wasn't ready. He was so stiff that he feared the condom would bust as he gripped the base in attempt to stop the threatening flow.

Kurt still on him, and he gritted his teeth as he nodded for the boy to continue.

"Ah, shit!" Sam reached took hold of Kurt's back with one hand as Kurt began to impale himself on his cock. "Fuck – Kurt – please!"

"Ah, ah. Don't you dare, not yet. Do I have to invest in a cock cage, Sammy?" he teased as he gripped Sam's jaw, and licked his pleading lips.

"Yes?"

Kurt laughed as he slowed down enough to give Sam time to calm down. "I like your answer."

Sam groaned. "Kurt – you – oh my God! What did you just do?"

Kurt had wiggled himself against Sam experimentally. "Oh, nothing." He reached back, and gently stroked Sam's balls making the control worse. "Do I have to teach you control?"

"Yes," Sam croaked. "You have a lot to teach me."

"I guess I do."

Sam sat up again, and started kissing Kurt desperately until they became biting and bruising. Kurt was once again bouncing on him, moans and whimpers flowing into Sam's mouth every few seconds until the Diva let it all go across his chest.

Sam's grip was so tight that the air was about to leave Kurt's body, and although he didn't mind, he knew Sam was at the end when there was a strangled cry against his lips, and teeth bit down on his lip.

"Hn? Did you finally end your suffering?" Kurt teased running his fingers through Sam's hair. It was sweaty, but he didn't care.

Sam was shaking more than Kurt, and when he fell back to the bed, he was staring back with a wild look. He nodded slowly.

Kurt's eyes narrowed at what he was seeing. "You were a virgin!"

Sam chuckled. "You thought I wasn't?" he asked hoarsely. His throat hurt, he had never screamed so much. He pulled Kurt back down on him, and kissed his shoulder. "Really?"

"But, you were with Santana! And you were a stripper, and you said you learned things while you were in Kentucky."

Sam laughed some more, and continued to press kisses on Kurt, his hands running up and down the slick soft body on top of him. He didn't think he'd ever tire of Kurt's weight. It was nice and warm. "She dumped me after I refuse to give into her. She was insulted. I have learned a lot, but I never had actual sex. A few make-outs and blow jobs was about it. I watched a lot of porn so I wouldn't hurt you."

"Me? You thought of me while in Kentucky?"

"I always thought about you. You were always on my mind. I was just too stupid to say anything."

Kurt rested his chin on Sam's shoulders. His backside was burning all to hell, but now it was also buzzing with the after sex feeling. "You weren't stupid, Sammy."

"Yeah, I was. I let Finn get to me, and I was worried about Blaine. Fuck, if I had been thinking straight, I'd have taken you the second I returned."

"Hm, I doubt that. If you were thinking 'straight' we wouldn't be in this situation."

Sam shook his head. "I do want you. I really really want you, Kurt. I want you to be mine, and I know it sounds cheesy and goofy, and I'm not experienced like Sebastian or-" he was cut off when Kurt's hand held his mouth shut.

"You need to stop that line of thinking right now, Sammy before I get angry. You don't want me angry, sweetie." Sam merely blinked, and Kurt smiled gently. "I won't say that Sebastian meant nothing because then I'd be lying, and I won't lie to you. If he has taught me one thing its to stop lying and face the truth. Sebastian was there in my time of need, and he gave me what I needed. I enjoyed being with him, but I do not and will not want to be with him romantically. He is not that kind of guy, and the two of us would likely kill each other. I want you too Sammy. You were the first real crush that counted, and you were always around. However, there is a big difference between you and Sebastian Smythe."

Sam could only arch an eyebrow. He was feeling a little light headed, and he grimaced as he reached down and tugged the condom off his cock wordlessly.

"I refused to take you in the back seat of my car. I didn't want that with you. I wanted you here on my bed so that I could have all of you. Besides, one of us needs to be experienced otherwise we could hurt each other!" He let go of Sam's mouth. "Now, are you going to be a good boy, and stop saying things like that?"

"Yeah, I'll stop, but I can't promise to be a good boy. I might be ready to go again in about an hour. I have a lot of time to make up for."

"You think you're up to the challenge?"

"Oh, I know I am." He then grabbed Kurt's sides, and began to tickle him causing the boy to scream out in laughter as he thrashed from side to side. "See? I'm not very good, and you move so nicely against me."

"Sammy!" Kurt shouted fall backwards onto the bed between Sam's legs. "Stop! Stop!"

"Stop, stop," Sam mocked as his fingers dug in. "Say please, Kurty."

"P – Please!" He breathed with a pitiful whine as Sam's evil hands rested. "That – no! That was mean."

"I know. But your laugh is cute."

Kurt grumbled. "It is not."

"It is. I don't hear it often."

"I haven't had much to laugh about, until recently."

"I'll make you laugh, every day."

"Is that a promise?" Kurt sat up, and took the condom, and tossed it in the trash beside the bed.

"It's a Na'vi Oath!" Sam saluted.

oOo

The door to the office clicked softly, and Dr. Jacobs watched from the corner as a tall scared teenage boy waltzed through the room nervously. He was very familiar, and he had been waiting this whole time for this boy to come to him.

He tilted his head to the side, and observed the boy who looked as though he were going to flee any second. Just like he had with Kurt, he stepped out quietly behind the boy.

"Don't run."

The muscular guy jumped, and his eyes went wide. "Fuck! Holy shit! Where did you come from?" His fear drained and was replaced by broken pride.

"Welcome to my office, David, right?"

Dave frowned. "Yeah, a friend recommended me."

Dr. Jacobs smiled as he placed his hands in his pockets. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Coke?"

He sat the ice cold coke down on the table, and he waved his hand for Dave to sit. Once they were seated, he watched the boy like he had so many others as he nervously took a big gulp of his soda.

"I have not looked at your file. I do not like scripts."

Dave frowned. "Oh, uh, well – you probably already know about me."

Dr. Jacobs arched an eyebrow. "Tell me what I know."

"I tried to kill myself," he confessed quietly. "That's the first time I've been able to really say it, you know? At the time it was so dark, and I saw no way out. You'll probably tell me that's really stupid, and there's always other options though right?"

"No," Dr. Jacobs said clasping his hands together. "You already know this, why should I tell you something that you already understand?"

"I – I kind of wanted to talk about everything. I – I used to be a really horrible person. I was mean, and I was brutal to the only person that could possibly help me."

Dr. Jacobs gave no sign that he knew about Kurt, and continued to listen as Dave told him everything in much greater detail than Kurt ever did.

By the end of the hour, Dave was crying.

"You inspired him," Dr. Jacobs said quietly causing Dave's head to snap up.

"Huh?"

"Kurt recommended you to me, didn't he?"

Dave nodded. "Yeah, we've been talking. He – he wants to set me up with this guy, Chandler is his name. He says he thinks Chandler would be good for me because he's hyper and nice. I don't know, I'm still afraid, and I haven't gotten over Fancy."

"Why do you think that is?"

Dave's shoulders relaxed, and he looked straight at his hands. "I – I guess some part of me wants to hold on, and hope. I know its not possible. He told me all about Evans. Evans never hurt Fancy, but I did. Perhaps, I'll give Chandler a try. If Kurt likes him maybe I will."

"Kurt is important to you?"

Dave nodded. "He is. He woke me up out of my nightmare. Everything is still so crazy, and I can't decide whether to go back to school or not. I don't want to, but I might have to."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want."

"That's what Fancy said. He thinks I should come back to McKinley. I try not to care you know? About what others think, but its hard. All I want to do is play football, and get out of school. Kurt reminded me why suicide was stupid, and I guess... I guess I want to make him proud. I owe it to him."

"Then find happiness, David. It's the best thing for you and for Kurt."

"But how? Where do I start?"

"Anywhere. It's not hard."

"Isn't it?"

"Being happy is only as hard as you make it. If you keep beating yourself up over the past then you'll never get anywhere in the present or future. You have to let it go, David. I'm sure Kurt would agree with me."

"He found happiness. I never liked that asshole," Dave scowled. "He was always weird about Fancy. The way he acted, it wasn't right. I barely knew him, but I didn't like him. I might have been jealous, but I saw something that first meeting. Something that warned me off, and I can't explain it. Maybe – maybe that's why I kissed Fancy by force, and perhaps that's why I threatened him. I didn't trust Anderson, but I trusted Fancy. I'll always trust Fancy."

Dr. Jacobs was amazed at the hold that Kurt had on all these people around him. The boy had come in here weeks ago in so upset and lost. He thought that no one wanted or appreciated him in anyway. That was far from true, and looking at David Karofsky sitting before him confessing things that he would probably never confess to anyone else made Dr. Jacobs feel a little envy for this Sam Evans.

Kurt was definitely was something.

When Dave left with a promise to return Thursday, Dr. Jacobs went to his office to see Kurt's file sitting on his desk. Kurt wasn't coming back. He was too strong and stubborn, and Dr. Jacobs wondered if there would ever be anyone like that boy. He was inspirational, and he would continue to inspire others around him. That was no easy feat. It took a lot to impress Daniel Jacobs. He had seen a lot, and he had experienced a lot.

He'd gone through what David had gone through, and only survived by the skin of his teeth. That was why he was here in such an out of the way city. He wanted to help as many kids as he could so that they didn't become victim, and if he had to break a couple tiny rules or go to unconventional means to get results then he would do it because he had been one of these kids.

His musings were interrupted by a buzz from his phone. He chuckled when he opened the message.

From Sebastian: Meet me tonight at Scandals?

Smiling, Dr. Daniel Jacobs closed Kurt's file.

A/N: As I said in chapter one, this story was never meant to be long. It was written one night in 30-35 hours straight. A lot of caffeine, no sleep, and anger over how Kurt had become a little too tame for my liking. I fell in love with Kurt's sassy attitude, and the icy bitch he could be when he was wronged. I loved how he used to stand up for himself, but then he started to change, and I was saddened. Now, it's time to finish my other stories. Ciao!