Glad you liked my portrayal of Burt, i was worried about going too far (or not far enough) so cookies for anyone who eased my worries over that :) Chasing Aspirations i can't quite thank you enough for you phenominal review, your praise alone speeded up my writing considerably!

Anyway, i have one hell of a busy week ahead, so i shan't be updating as regularly as normal and i'm sorry in advance. However, please sit back and enjoy this chapter. x

Oh, one more thing:

Kurt's vocals,
Sam's vocals,
Both together.

Kurt was putting the finishing touches to his hair masterpiece and clearing away what Burt called his 'lotions and potions' when he heard the doorbell ring. Smiling to himself he closed the doors of the cupboard under his vanity and practically ran up the stairs, nearly knocking into Finn as he made his way towards the door.

"I'll get it, I'll get it!" Kurt practically screamed.

He opened the door to reveal an excitable looking Sam, who was leaning against the door frame nonchalantly but still looking out of breath slightly.

"Hi gorgeous." Kurt said as he pulled him inside.

He pulled him along the hallway and into the lounge, instructing him to stay there.

"I need to finish perfecting my outfit. These things take time you know." He teased.

Sam eyed up his boyfriend like he was examining him and smirked as Kurt blushed. God, that little bit of colour was so sexy. He was really glad that Kurt chose that moment to leave because he didn't want to be busted by Burt twice in a row.

At that moment Burt walked into the room and looked slightly thrown but not entirely confused at seeing Sam there. He shook his head and smiled slightly, saying "Hey Sam. You fancy breakfast? Carole made eggs and bacon."

Sam realised at that moment just how hungry he was as his stomach growled involuntarily, and he nodded enthusiastically up at Burt. He had only eaten cereal before leaving his house and he could smell something amazing emanating from the Hudmel's kitchen.

Following Burt into said kitchen he got an awkward smile from Finn before realising that Carole was sat at the table with him.

"It's okay Sam, I've told Carole about you and Kurt. I know you said not to tell people, but she is my wife, and I thought it was rather mean if she didn't know. Sorry."

"No it's fine Mr. Hummel, of course I don't mind, I never meant for you to hide anything from your wife." Looking towards Carole he extended a hand.

"It's lovely to meet you properly Mrs Hummel, I'm sorry that we haven't met before."

Carole looked at the charming but obviously nervous boy in front of her and thought to herself how lucky Kurt was to have someone so kind and polite. She folded up her paper and shook his hand gently.

"None of that 'Mrs. Hummel' stuff, call me Carole. And I'm so pleased for you and Kurt, he seems so much happier than I've ever seen him and I can't tell you how much that pleases me."

"Thank you so much Carole. It means a lot to me that you both accept me, and mine and Kurt's relationship."

Sam smiled at her to let her know how much he meant what he had said, and was pleased when she offered him her own before she started to read the paper again, effectively blocking him from her view. He shrugged and turned towards the cooker, looking for the source of the delicious smell he had noticed when he had neared the kitchen. He saw something that looked like mush and was very unappetising, before spotting the plate of eggs, bacon and hash browns that was set on one of the gas rings.

"Is that for me?" Sam questioned.

"Sure Sam, Kurt mentioned that you were picking him up, so I thought I'd better make some extra for you." Carole leaned out from behind her paper to say.

"Thanks Carole, it smells lovely so I bet it'll taste even better."

Carole chuckled and said "Thanks for the flattery Sam."

Sam settled at the table and placed his plate in front of him, thinking about how it would probably upset his diet and ruin his physique. But god, it smelled amazing, and he didn't think just one breakfast would make a difference. Anyway, he was feeling less and less self-conscious now he was with Kurt, caring less what people thought about him, so although he was still set on keeping his body toned he wasn't going to be obsessive any more. Therefore, he didn't feel guilty at all tucking into the mouth-watering breakfast Carole had made.

He absentmindedly listened to Burt and Finn's chatter as he ate, while the better part of his mind was focused on thinking about Kurt, and what he was doing. Just when Sam was about to go and find him, Kurt appeared in the doorway, looking gorgeous and kick-ass at the same time, even while sporting a bulky cast. Sam grinned a hundred-watt smile as he stood up and strode over to him, wrenching him into a giant hug and inhaling the scent of his hair, the hairspray and the wax and his moisturiser, and something that was Sam couldn't place but that was unmistakably Kurt.

Leaning back a bit so he could see Kurt's face, he said "I love the way you smell y'know."

Kurt blushed all the way to his hairline and shooshed his boyfriend, feeling the stares and raised eyebrows of his family. Disentangling himself he smiled up at Sam and was gratified to see the sheepish look on his face.

"I couldn't help it. I do." He ducked his head as he too blushed, and Kurt smiled in response as he admired the blond's bashfulness.

"Well I'm glad you like it. We wouldn't be doing very well if you didn't." He said, laughing.

He looked around the room at an embarrassed looking Finn and an uninterested Carole, before making eye contact with his dad. Searching his gaze, he saw that while his dad still wasn't used to the idea of him having a boyfriend he was accepting and wanted him to be happy, like he had said the previous night. He saw Burt's curt nod that seemed to say 'If you must' and flicked his eyes back to Sam, who had recovered from his embarrassment.

Leaning in he kissed the jock quickly before Finn could protest ("Woah!") flicking his tongue gently against Sam's lips before pulling away.

Sam looked at Kurt, whose cheeks were pink and whose eyes were sparkling, and knew he had been wanting to do that since he had walked into the room. Grabbing his hand before he could protest, he dragged the younger boy towards the door, only stopping to give him time to yell out a strangled "Bye dad!" before they were out the door and jogging towards Sam's car. Sam, carrying on what was fast becoming tradition, opened Kurt's passenger side door before practically skipping around to his and starting the car.

Pulling up at McKinley Kurt wrenched open his door and ran across the parking lot towards his gleaming black Navigator, throwing himself across the bonnet like his life depended on it. He had missed his baby so much that he didn't know how to explain it, and thought that was probably a good thing, as anyone who he tried to talk to about it would probably think he was crazy. Apart from Sam. But then, he had named his car Cassie.

Sam watched as Kurt worshipped the car like it was his god (he had a small suspicion that it was) and forced himself not to laugh.

And failed.

His laughter grew louder and louder until it was echoing around the almost empty parking lot and carrying to Kurt on the small breeze that was ruffling Sam's hair. Sam watched as Kurt turned to him with such a look of menace on his face that it could have melted metal, his long and slender hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Kurt strode across the tarmac towards his boyfriend, intent on wrenching him limb from limb or... something. But as he neared the blond quarterback the other boy's expression changed from mirth to adorable regret and he forgot all about his anger, closing the decreasing gap between them at a jog and enveloping Sam in a tight hug that made him lift the soprano off his feet and swing him round in an effort to combat the momentum.

As they stopped spinning and moved away from each other, staggering ever so slightly, Sam shook his head as if doing so would stop the world from spinning and nearly laughed all over again at the flushed look on Kurt's face.

"You really are charming you know."

Kurt did his little half smile thing that made his dimples pop out and Sam thought he was going to melt into the asphalt. Blinking to clear his head, he looked around the parking lot before taking Kurt's hand in his, enveloping Kurt's fingers and stroking a small line up and down his palm.

Kurt was shocked that Sam would be so brazen, in school of all places, and even more so when he felt his thumb start to brush tantalisingly slowly across the most sensitive part of his palm, teasing him mercilessly as the blond's nails tickled him. Grasping Sam's hand tightly to stop the sensation, he led Sam in the direction of the main doors, swinging their hands between them as he went.

"By the way Sam, I assume you were checking that the coast was clear before you took my hand?"

Sam looked stunned, clearly trying to assess whether Kurt was annoyed by his check, and Kurt decided he should tease Sam like Sam had teased him.

"Because if you're only going to take my hand after the building's been checked by the FBI bomb squad then..." He let his sentence trail off into silence, aware that it would have an even better affect on Sam's anxiety.

"I didn't mean to... I only wanted to... Please Kurt, I-"

"Sam, don't stress!" Kurt bent over laughing, "I was messing with you!"

At that Sam realised what had happened and swatted at Kurt ineffectively, before tightening their hands and pulling Kurt closer beside him.

"I can't believe you did that!"

"I'm sorry, but it was too tempting. Sam, of course you checked, I hardly expected you to be brave enough to do anything like that at all! I want you to be ready, and I won't ever pressure you over something like that." Kurt tried to make his sincerity show as he looked Sam in the eyes, suddenly serious.

Sam could see the earnestness infuse Kurt's gaze and knew he meant what he said. He was so glad that Kurt wouldn't stress about his coming out to the school, and he knew that it may take a little time to get there. But he was certain that he wanted to, knew that someday, hopefully soon, he could walk down the halls hand in hand with Kurt during school hours. Could kiss him goodbye as they separated for homeroom or lessons without anyone batting an eyelid, or at least without anyone being horrified or shocked.

"Thanks Kurt. That means a lot to me, and I just want you to know that it will be sooner rather than later hopefully, because I already can't bear having to walk around and pretend nothing's happening and it's been... one day!"

"I feel exactly the same, and I honestly can't wait 'til everyone knows, even if some will be less receptive than others, but I meant it when I said take your time. However, just so you know, "Kurt pointed across to the other side of the lot and smirked, "We're not alone."

Sam whirled round to stare at the tiny car parked on the opposite side of the school grounds from them, gleaming in the early morning sun.

"Whose is that?" Sam asked, panicking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Kurt teased. "It doesn't matter, they definitely won't be in it. In fact, I now exactly where they'll be." And without further ado he led Sam towards the doors and into McKinley, still grasping his hand tightly.

Sam could tell they were going to the choir room after their first few turns along corridors, but he still couldn't figure out who they would see once they got there. They turned yet another corner, Kurt pulling Sam along in his wake, and as they neared it Sam could hear soft piano music drifting to a close from behind the closed doors. After a millisecond pause the tinkling of keys started again, this time something Sam vaguely recognised.

Kurt recognised the song too, perhaps too much, and knew every lyric and every tiny pitch change, to the point where some would say he was obsessed. Others, the less kind, would probably toss around words like 'psychotic' and 'delusional', or just plain crazy. Pushing gracefully and very quietly through the doors he motioned to Sam not to let them slam shut, and started to make his way over to the figure seated at the piano.

Sam took a moment to realise that it was Rachel Berry playing the melody that was swirling around them, and wondered why Kurt had brought him there, and how the hell he had known it was her in the choir room. He was about to ask him when the intro finished and Rachel started the song, still oblivious to their presence. Or she was until Kurt started to sing with her.

Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me

Rachel had turned around when she heard someone else's voice join hers as she sang the first line and was surprised to see Kurt standing behind her, by the door, hand in hand with Sam Evans. But she suddenly realised that that was what Kurt had been talking about when he said that he had thought something was true, but maybe it wasn't and all his wildest dreams were about to come true. Well, he was certainly singing about his 'wildest dreamings'. But she decided to play with him, and turned her back on them quickly, straightening her back and pretending to be angry, while really just hiding her large smile from them.

And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine

Kurt realised that the next part was the male part, Fiyero's, and that Sam was looking happy but confused, a sure sign he didn't know the lyrics. Rushing to the side of the room he retrieved a copy of the score and handed it to Sam, imploring him to understand and sing with his eyes, as he finished Elphaba's part.

Sam realised what Kurt wanted him to do and tried to feel the melody and how it changed and modulated before looking down at the words and starting to sing.

Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's "up" that I fell

He looked back at Kurt again as they both sung, Kurt providing amazing harmonies that Sam hadn't known he was capable of, smiling at him as he belted out his part while still managing to be almost impossibly soft and ethereal.

Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time

Say there's no future
For us as a pair

Kurt watched as Sam put an unexpected emotion into his line, making him close his eyes to keep his composure as he drew in a breath to get ready for his.

And though I may know
I don't care!

Sam knew that Kurt was giving his everything and that he was truly feeling the lyrics, that he was ready to battle on for something he believed in so much.

Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine.

As the last poignant chords faded Sam tried to draw his hand from Kurt's before Rachel turned around, but was met with tightening fingers and a quick whisper, "We just sang that, I think she knows!"

But he was overcome with terror as she whirled around, striding across the room towards Kurt with a vicious snarl on her face, her eyes blazing in a death glare.

"Kurt Hummel, you sneaky, kniving, sly, scheming... IDIOT!" She roared, but by that time her expression completely belied her words as she pounced on Kurt and drew him into what Sam had thought must be a bone crushing hug. He was confused as to her anger and then sudden change in demeanour, but Kurt was hugging her back as she said "THIS was what you were talking about! How you thought he might like you but you weren't sure! Well, you got your answer I guess." She enthused.

Sam walked towards them, enquiring "Um, Kurt, what is she on about?"

"Well, she helped me vent my feelings earlier in the week, and I gave her a general overview of my feelings, before you and I kissed. So this is just her reaction. You can't predict a diva Sam. You should know that!" he said, laughing.

Although still perplexed slightly he hugged them both tight and smiled as she started her 'My dad's' speech.

"My dad's would be so proud to know that there is a gay couple right in their own city apart from them, I am so pleased for you both and wish to offer my formal congratulations on you both realising your feelings and Sam realising your sexuality, bravo! Brava!"

Kurt rolled his eyes at Rachel's great skills as an orator before turning to Sam, standing next to him again, and looking in his eyes. It looked as though the stunning blond quarterback waned to say something and Kurt smiled in encouragement.

"I really understand those lyrics Kurt. I've finally found you and you've changed my whole perspective on things, and I've fallen for you, no matter what you say about it being the other way round, but somehow I get this angel that curls up in my arms and kisses me softly."

Kurt stared at Sam in utter incomprehension as the blond extolled his virtues and then continued "And I know that people will try to tear us apart when they hear, but like you sang, I don't care, because people have no right to tear apart something that feels this right."

Kurt stood speechless as Sam looked breathlessly at his boyfriend, letting him know how much that song had reflected his feelings.

And Rachel, from behind them, started to clap, slowly at first, until she was pounding her hands together in a blur, a grin stretching her face.

"You guys!" She practically squealed, "You're so cute! Oh I'm so glad for you." And she hugged them both again, never one to hold back her feelings.

As Sam and Kurt managed to finally pry her off them and gain a little distance they looked at each other and smiled, each seeing something in the other's eyes that made them melt inside. Uncaring whether anyone could see right at that moment, they pressed against each other as if drawn together by magnets, their lips fighting for control and their tongues gently sweeping against each other until Kurt thought his knees would give out.

"Maybe we should stop that." Kurt murmured as Rachel hummed and cleared her sheet music away, quite obviously not bothered by the sight of two guys kissing.

Sam stroked Kurt's cheek and contemplated how perfect his skin, and his hair, and generally everything about him was, thanking his stars that he had made his move and ascertained Kurt's feelings for him.

As they leant back in the bell rang and they heard the distant clamour of students pouring into the hallways and bustling into the classrooms. Sighing, Kurt placed a quick peck on Sam's lips as they drew apart, knowing they were in line with the door and hoping that no one was near enough to the choir room to have seem. When they checked the door and it seemed clear, they gathered their bags and set off for first lesson, Kurt sweeping past Sam and pinching him lightly on the ass.

"Kurt Hummel! I'm shocked at your behaviour!"

Sam chased him down and slapped his ass before slipping out the choir room before him, ensuring he was out of range and in the open, where Kurt could only stare daggers at his retreating back and the cheeky grin that was thrown his way over Sam's shoulder.

A/N: The song was obviously 'As Long As You're Mine' from Wicked and as much as i would love to own it, if i did it would be playing non-stop on all avaliable radio stations from here to London.

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