Chapter 21- Motel

Sam smirked to himself as he left the choir room. Everything had gone according to plan. The rest of the Glee Club had bought the lie about him delivering a pizza to Dalton and Kurt finding out about his family's situation that way. Even Blaine was in on it, simply because Kurt was blackmailing. He sure loved how devious his boyfriend was. Oh yeah. Sam and Kurt were totally dating. But New Directions could never find out, at least not yet, because of everything going on in there already. The Finn/Quinn/Rachel love triangle Kurt had told him about had slowly expanded to include Sam himself and Puck and then Lauren and Kurt by association to the formers. So it was really like a love heptagon which connected in all kinds of weird ways.

Kurt had been noticeably absent from that rehearsal, waiting outside for Sam to report his success.

"Everything good, baby?" Kurt slipped his hand into Sam's as they walked away from the choir room.

"I told the story. I was excellent."

"Naturally," Kurt hummed, "you're dating me. Of course you were nothing short of perfect. Even without me, you're something special, Sammy Evans."

"You make me better, Kurt Hummel," Sam replied quickly and kissed that oh so smooth cheek and relished in it.

"So how guilty do they feel for accusing you of sleeping with me and Quinn?"

Sam smiled widely. "Insanely. I predict that Rachel will bake me some apology cookies any day now."

"Outstanding," Kurt purred. "We have them completely fooled. You know what that means, don't you?"

Sam licked his lips. "Last night was completely worth it."

Kurt nodded. "Always. It was pretty perfect, wasn't it? We were amazing."

Sam mind replayed everything that had happened since Kurt arrived at the motel, knowing that Finn and Rachel were (poorly) disguised behind some trees.

Sam happily opened the door to his beautiful boyfriend as the boy pretended to carry clothes to support their alibi. His recognisable Earth Day jacket included. Sam would wear it and get people talking. Fuel to the fire, as Kurt had so accurately labelled it.

"Hey, baby. Finn and Rachel can't hear us, but they can see us talking. Hug?"

Sam smiled gratefully, taking the bag from him and wrapping his arms around the slender frame he adored so damn much. He mentally sent a 'Suck it' to the eavesdroppers behind the greenery and invited Kurt inside, drawing the blinds to drive the rumour mill insane even more. As far as McKinley High was concerned, Kurt Hummel was happily dating Blaine Anderson. That was not even remotely true, of course. Blaine had declared interest, but Kurt had rejected him rather coldly, leaving the curly-haired Warbler feeling rather abashed. Kurt and Sam had been dating since Rocky Horror and without any signs of breaking up. Kurt's return meant that they could start having fun while revealing their relationship in their own time. Kurt suspected that Santana might know something, but that was merely slightly informed conjecture.

"Are you ready to do this, Kurt?" Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, nervous.

Kurt nodded. "I'm ready. Completely. Are you?"

"You bet I am. We're doing the right thing aren't we?"

"We love each other," Kurt said. "We're consummating our relationship in our own time. There's nothing wrong about that. If you're nervous, we can always wait some more. We could've fucked like bunnies after Sectionals, but we didn't. We can hold off, Sam."

Sam shook his head. "I'm ready…I just want this to be special for me. This crappy motel isn't exactly a five star hotel with candles." Sam looked completely ashamed and Kurt's heart broke.

"Sam, don't do this. As long as the person is right, the place doesn't matter to me. I would rather make love to you on the dirty floor of a campground than with someone else in Egyptian cotton sheets."

"You're right, as usual. Kiss me?"

Kurt smiled and basically walked into Sam's face, crashing their lips together, hands roaming anywhere and everywhere on the other's body. It was so refreshing to be in a place where they didn't have to hide, where there were no secrets and no intrusions.

Sam lifted Kurt over to the bed and straddled him, his face aglow with anticipation.

"Sam?"

"What? Oh, sorry. I was…kinda thinking about last night. I can't get it out of my head."

"Me neither," Kurt admitted, "it felt so damn good."

Sam bit his lip. "If we keep talking about this, I'm going to lock us in that janitor's closet and have my way with you again."

"I might not stop you."

"Ugh," a voice sounded from behind them, "you two are nauseating."

"Santana," Sam blushed, "Kurt and I were just…"

Santana held up a hand. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Froggy Lips. It's obvious that you two fucked last night. Lady Rainbow hasn't stopped blushing and smirking since he entered the building this morning. You, Trouty, have been ogling his ass like you'd just pounded it. Makes sense considering you did. Even though the rest of those sexless idiots don't recognise sex partners when they see them doesn't mean you had everybody fooled. I must admit, Sam did give a convincing performance. Rachel was blabbing about cookies and Finn was apologising to Quinn like he'd just stabbed her."

"Told you," Sam whispered.

"You two make an interesting couple. Even as a stone cold lesbian, I wouldn't be averse to watching you two get down to business together."

Kurt blanched. "Santana, what Sam and I do behind closed doors if not anybody's business. Not even yours."

"What if I said I could provide somewhere for you two to be together when both Sam's motel and your house are occupied?"

Sam smirked. "Then I say hell yeah."

"Sam! You want her watching us?"

"It's not ideal, but as long as she doesn't make any noise…"

Santana grinned. "You won't even know I'm there."

Kurt blushed. "Maybe I could get on board with that."

Santana clapped him on the back. "That's my gay. Just a note, I can still see your hicky when you tried to cover it up. You too, Sam. I'm surprised that the rest of the Glee Club hasn't sniffed your secret out yet. You're so obvious."

Kurt and Sam just stared at each other as Santana left, torn between pushing their way into the janitor's closet and giggling at Santana's proposition.

They did take Santana up on her offer that night and the girl was severely impressed by what she witnessed.