Over the past two weeks, Sam was getting much better. His ribs no longer felt like they were cutting into his organs when he moved, and he was able to get up and move around a lot easier. He was back at school, and his mother had gone back to Kentucky. His dad was away for work, and Stacy and Stevie couldn't be kept out of school any longer.

She was coming back in the next few weeks for the arraignment, and until then, she said that Kurt was in charge of him.

Which had given his boyfriend way too much power, Sam thought.

His boyfriend was taking this whole not touching thing to an extreme. No matter what Sam did, sneaking into his room, ambushing him in the kitchen, subtly walking in on Kurt in the shower, he failed.

Nothing was getting through to him that Sam was not above breaking every rule Burt Hummel had laid down.

But no. Kurt had to be honorable. He wouldn't even give him another blow job because of something Burt had said that evening. Somehow, Burt just knew that Kurt had done something to Sam.

Whatever Burt had said to him, Kurt had come out of the kitchen saying that he felt like he'd betrayed all of his father's trust. Sam was convinced that Burt got him to confess. Apparently, one word or one correctly placed eyebrow raise could get Kurt to spill just about anything to his father.

Kurt had come to him muttering "you matter" over and over to him. Sam thought he was being helpful when he said "Thanks baby, you matter too."

But that had been the wrong thing to say, because Kurt had freaked out again. Then he started talking about how nothing was the same in this household. How nothing was ever fair. How some people were treated differently than others. He'd muttered about taking advantage of Sam for a full fifteen minutes.

Freaking Hummels. He never could figure them out.

He thought Kurt Hummel was a force to be reckoned with. But Burt. Burt was a master.

As far as he knew, Burt didn't know that they'd been together at all, other than the incident in the bedroom upstairs. But the looks he kept getting from Burt were worrying. It was like the man knew that Sam's ultimate goal was getting Kurt back into bed.

Like he had extrasensory perception or something.

The looks were freaking him out. And when Burt cleared his throat and jutted his chin forward, challenging him, Sam wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

Was he supposed to ask what was wrong? Did he want to know what was wrong?

Should he tell Burt that he knew Kurt mattered? What did that even mean anyway?

Kurt refused to tell him, and when he confronted him over it, Kurt put his fingers in his ears and sang. What the hell was that even about?

He was tempted to mention the something that goes down in the tent phrase, just to mess with Burt's head, but since he was pretty sure that Burt was mad at him for mentally debauching his son, that might not be a good idea.

His boyfriend was confusing. And frustrating. And fucking hot as hell.

His boyfriend's father was scary. And frustrating. And mad as hell.

Sam had been a sexually frustrated wreck for over two weeks now.

But today. Today was the best day ever.

Because today, Samuel Evans was eighteen years old.

And there was nothing Burt Hummel could do about that. He'd only made Kurt promise to keep his hands off Sam until Sam was a legal adult.

And he became that today.

"Today is a beautiful day," Sam sighed out loud as he got up and got dressed.

"Yes, it is," a sexy voice said from the doorway to the guest room.

"There you are," Sam smiled and walked over to him.

He pulled Kurt into a kiss, and he let his hands roam freely over Kurt's gorgeous slim body. He wrapped Kurt into a hug, ignoring the twinge of pain in his torso, and opened his mouth over Kurt's. Kurt leaned into his embrace and kissed back heatedly.

His tongue swiped Sam's lower lip, and he dragged his hands through Sam's hair. Kurt kissed back with passion, and promise for what he was allowed to do with Sam now. Sam groaned into his mouth, and he dropped his hands lower, pulling Kurt's hips against him suggestively.

"My god, I've missed this," Kurt mumbled against his mouth.

They'd kissed over the past few weeks, but they were chaste kisses, either in front of family members or pecks when they were alone. Kurt refused to kiss him more deeply because of the vow to not touch him. He hadn't wanted to get carried away and end up not being able to control himself, he'd said.

"Me too. Want you." Sam grunted and kissed him again.

"So caveman of you. Very hot." Kurt ran his fingers through Sam's hair and pulled back to look at him. "I have a surprise for you."

"Later. Want you now."

"We can't. I was sent up to get you for breakfast. We have to go downstairs."

"Is Finn there?"

"No. He didn't come home again last night. Carole's worried. I have a hunch about where he's going, but I can't prove it yet."

"Where?" Sam looked at him in surprise.

"Mr. Schuester. Who else does he turn to when he's upset about something?"

"Fuck. You're right."

Kurt had told him once about Finn's strange relationship with Mr. Schuester. Apparently, Schue had gotten closely involved in the pregnancy scare from sophomore year, before Sam had come to town. He'd even taken Finn and Quinn to doctor's appointments.

Kurt said that he'd been pissed that when it came out that Finn wasn't the father of the baby, Mr. Schuester hadn't extended the same hand of friendship to Puck when he'd found out that Puck was really the dad.

So he hadn't been helping Finn because he'd needed guidance about being a father. If he had, wouldn't he have done the same for Puck? Puck didn't have a father in his life either.

It had been as if only Finn mattered. At that point, after finding out that Finn wasn't the daddy, Schue had washed his hands of both Puck and Quinn.

According to rumor anyway, Mr. Schuester had even asked Finn to be his best man during the craziness of his engagement to Ms. Pillsbury. What adult asks a seventeen year old to stand up for him? It's a good thing Ms. Pillsbury got out when she did. After she got the tenure position, Schuester had weirded out on her again, and she'd returned his ring.

Kurt's bond with Coach Sylvester and Sam's own bond with Coach Bieste could supply some good information. After they'd apologized to Bieste for the stupid fantasy incident, she'd done her best to keep her boys together. Even though Sam wasn't on the team anymore, she had his back when he needed it.

And she was a wealth of information when it was important.

Sam sighed and followed his boyfriend downstairs.

Sam was surprised to see that Kurt, or Carole maybe, had made a huge breakfast for him for his birthday. In addition, in a small pile on the table, were a bunch of gifts. He smiled and went over to open them. And then Kurt came up behind him to put a phone to his ear.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMY!" He heard as soon as he said hello. The screaming voices belonged to his Frog and his Bug.

"Hey guys! I miss you!"

"We miss you too," Stevie said. "We left you presents when we were with you!"

"I see that." Sam picked up two homemade cards from his brother and sister, and he opened and read them. Tears started forming, and Kurt reached over to squeeze his arm.

"Mommy left you something too."

"She didn't have to do that."

His mother had taken him out for a dinner when she was still in town. She said it was part of her birthday gift to him since she'd be back in Kentucky when his birthday came. She gave him his father's old watch. He'd started crying that night too.

He looked up to find Kurt smiling at him, with tears in his eyes too.

"She said you needed hers," Stevie's voice said in his ear.

Kurt handed him a wrapped package as he listened to his brother and sister. Kurt mouthed that it was from his mother, and Sam nodded.

He opened it to find research books on cognitive psychology and dyslexia. They were recommended texts from the Kent State counselor he'd spoken to after he'd been accepted. And they were expensive books!

"Let me talk to Mom, guys."

"How did you afford these?" Sam asked when she got on the line.

"I saved up. We might not be able to do as much for you with tuition, but I can help with that. And when you get your classes figured out, we'll help with books then too."

"Mom, just one of these cost a hundred dollars! You and dad need that money!"

"And you need the books, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. These are used as reference in most of the classes I'm going to be taking."

"I know. And I knew if I was there when you got them, you'd make me take them back. This way, you can't." He could hear his mother's smirk over the phone.

Sam shook his head and wiped some tears from his cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I love you, son."

"I love you too, Mom."

"Here, Dad wants to talk to you. Happy Birthday sweetie."

"Thank you Mom." Sam smiled when his father got on the line. "Hey Dad. Love you too. Why did you let her do that?"

"Because she's your mother. When have you ever said no to her and gotten away with it?"

"Well, that's true."

None of the Evans men could say no to Mary Evans and get away with it. And Stacy was growing up with the same power.

"Thank you Dad."

"You're welcome Son. I love you. Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks, love you guys. Bye."

He punched the end button on Kurt's cell and handed it to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I told them I'd call as soon as you got up." Kurt walked over and looked at the research books. "Nice." He turned and kissed Sam.

"I love you." Sam smiled.

"I love you too." Kurt grinned and put a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. "Now eat."

"Nice! I'm not even going to complain about calories today." Sam dug into the pancakes and moaned.

"You'd better not. I made these. And stop sounding pornographic. It's just breakfast." Kurt grinned from behind a cup of coffee.

"Your breakfast incites pornographic thoughts though. That's not my fault."

Kurt laughed as his sipped his coffee. "Just my breakfast?"

Sam looked around to see if Burt was coming in to the kitchen anytime soon.

Then he got up and pulled Kurt into his arms. "Umm. Hell no, not just your breakfast. Everything about you is pornographic to me."

Kurt kissed him, "Yum. You taste like syrup."

"I'm lower calorie than syrup too," Sam mocked, licking Kurt's lips.

"You're much more addictive though. You're worse than sugar or caffeine or anything illegal."

"Good to know. So guess what?" Sam sat back down to finish eating.

"What?"

"I'm eighteen today," Sam lifted an eyebrow suggestively, and Kurt laughed at him.

"I know."

"So, was there anything else I get for my birthday?"

"Maybe. Tonight." Kurt grinned at him shamelessly. "I have plans for you."

"Good. Does Burt know this?"

"Does Burt know what?" Kurt's father strode into the kitchen and slapped Sam on the shoulder. "Happy Birthday Kid!"

Sam's face must have frozen because Kurt just fell over, laughing outright at Sam's discomfort.

His boyfriend really was heartless. Why was Sam even with him in the first place? He glared at the laughing traitor.

"He wanted to know if you know about my plans for him for this birthday, Dad."

Sam's eye was twitching.

He'd never had a twitch before. That was another thing that was Kurt Hummel's fault. He was going to have involuntary twitch problems and blue balls for the rest of his life. He could feel it now.

"What plans?" Burt's eyes narrowed at Sam. At Sam! He was innocent in all this. Well, maybe he wasn't innocent, but he also hadn't been in on the planning either.

The plans were Kurt's! Why was Sam getting the Death Glare Hummel Senior Edition? He hadn't done anything.

Yet anyway.

"I don't have any plans, sir."

That sir came reflexively, and Burt smirked at him. That same smirk Kurt had.

Geez. They had the same smirk.

"You don't huh?" Burt poured himself some coffee and fixed himself a plate of pancakes.

"I'm the one making the plans Dad. It is, after all, his eighteenth birthday." Kurt turned his smirk on Burt.

Sam was very pleased to see that now Burt had a twitch. He smiled, started humming and resumed eating his pancakes.

His boyfriend had given Burt a twitch. Life was good.

"Now, Kurt."

"Oh, no. There's no, Now Kurt, anymore. We discussed this already.""

"I know that. I know we talked about it. And I know you promised to behave yourself until his birthday. But this is still my house. And I'm not comfortable with that."

Burt did look uncomfortable, and Sam didn't find that as funny as he had before.

"I just want to know one thing. Why is it that Sam and I are treated differently than Rachel and Finn?" Kurt leaned against the counter and stared at his father.

Sam had stopped chewing and looked up at his boyfriend.

He hadn't expected the conversation to go there.

"You aren't treated differently," Burt argued.

"Dad, please." Sam watched Kurt's bitch, please face emerge.

Uh oh. Burt was in for it now.

"Yes, we are. Just over a month ago, Finn, who is emotionally unstable, and Rachel, who is all kinds of crazy for being with him, were given permission to have sex in Rachel's room, in her house, by her fathers, you and Carole. Rachel is still freaked out about it. I found her muttering something about having bad aim with shoes and Finn wanting to poop in her house."

What the fuck? No. What he really meant was what the actual fuck?

Sam tilted his head in confusion and looked at Kurt. His boyfriend shook his head to say he wasn't going to clarify right now.

"They are engaged, Kurt. Even though none of the parents involved want them to be."

"And they are also both under the age of eighteen. Both of them. Yet, the four of you decided that because they are immature enough to believe that marriage is right for them before they graduate, they have somehow become mature enough to have sex in your houses."

"Kurt, we did that to show them that they're wrong."

"So it's okay for adults to decide to give two seventeen year olds permission to have sex in their parents' houses as a way to teach them a lesson? But two eighteen year olds who have been in love since they met, and who are smart enough to realize that they aren't ready to be married, aren't mature enough to do the same thing? Sam and I don't have any lessons to learn here."

"What do you mean you've been in love since you met?" Burt caught on to the nugget of information Sam thought he'd missed.

"Kurt means that he and I were together last year. And yes, before you start to wonder and get uncomfortable about it, things did go down in the tent last year," Sam answered for Kurt. "So, he's not taking advantage of me or anything. I don't know where you and my mother got that idea."

"Remember when you said that Dad? That I was taking advantage of Sam last year because I was interested in him. I was never taking advantage. Because Sam wanted me too. But Finn convinced you that I was doing that, didn't he? Just that one sentence. Just one. And he wasn't even talking about sex. He was talking about a stupid duet. But it's clouded your judgment over this."

"Maybe it has," Burt admitted. "I didn't think about it that way."

"So why are we treated differently?"

"Because you're my son. It might not be right, but that's what it is. I love Finn, but he's not my blood. He's not you," Burt admitted quietly.

"I get that, Dad. But I'm not a child. And I'm not going back on what I said. Sam and I are both eighteen now. I'm not going to stop wanting to be with him. But I am going to be honest with you, because like you said, this is your house."

"Kurt, can I add something?" Kurt nodded at Sam's question.

"I love him, Burt. I've loved him for a very long time. Over a year now. Granted, he and I didn't always make the right decisions when it came to being together. My route took me through three girls who never looked at me the way he does. I know not everybody understands the whole concept of bisexuality. But Kurt gets me. He understands me like nobody ever has. And it's been that way between us since we met. I may not know how everything in my life is going to work out, but I know that I love him."

Sam looked at Kurt and found him smiling with tears in his eyes.

"Dad. I settled for Blaine because I didn't think Sam wanted me," Kurt was talking to his father, but his eyes never left Sam's. "Sam means everything to me, and I gave him up before because I thought I knew what was best for him. But I was stupid to do that. Because nobody could ever love him like I do. And I'm going to make sure nobody else ever gets a chance to either," Kurt smiled.

And Sam fell in love all over again.

Kurt came over to Sam and wrapped his arms around Sam's head and shoulders. Sam was seated, so Kurt didn't even have to bend down. Sam's arm wrapped around his waist, and he pulled him closer.

"So what are your plans for Sam's birthday?" Sam looked up at Burt's voice and it looked like Kurt's father was crying.

Kurt looked back at his father and smiled. Sam tilted his head to watch Kurt's response.

He wanted to know too, because it wasn't exactly like Kurt had had time to run his plans by Sam before telling Burt about them.

"I want Sam to spend the night with me."