A/N: So this Epilogue is set a year in the future, after their senior year of school. Also, just a quite note on the previous chapter; When Sam and Kurt had sex, they adhered very strictly to the rules of PPL, I just sort of glossed over it. I wanted to keep it very sensual, and I just could not find any way to make PPL sensual. Does the word sensual creep anyone else out though? Like, I feel weird typing it. Sensual. Sensual. I dunno, it's weird.
Chapter 25:
This was it. The moment of the truth.
Sam licked his lips, staring down at the envelope that contained the answers to his destiny. His future. Possibly, his very existence.
It all came down to this.
The world was quiet around him, hushed with burning anticipation. The envelope was thick, heavy with paper and importance. Heavy with control and meaning.
One man. One envelope. One-
"Oh for fucks sake, Sam, just open the damn envelope already!" Kurt cried, throwing his hands up in the air.
Sam looked at his boyfriend, shocked. "I can't just open it!" He cried.
"Why not? Come on, this is driving me insane!" Kurt said, reaching for it.
Sam clutched the envelope against his chest, as though protecting it from Kurt's prying fingers. "Because, Kurt, this envelope contains information that will decide the rest of my life." He held it in his hands, staring at it sadly. "And I'm scared."
Kurt took Sam's hand in his, holding it against the kitchen table where they sat. "Sammers, no matter what that envelope says, we're still going to be together. Going to different schools can't change that. Even if you didn't get in, we'll work it out."
"That's what everyone says when they go into a long distance relationship." Sam muttered, stroking the side of Kurt's hand with his thumb.
"We're not everyone." Kurt reminded him.
"Everyone says that." Sam mumbled.
"Sammers, just open the envelope. It will be fine. I promise." Kurt said, keeping his voice soothing, and wondering if ripping the envelope out of his hand and tearing it open himself would betray the trust Sam had in him.
Sam looked away sullenly. "...No."
Kurt sighed, and heard a garbled cry of frustration come from the other side of the kitchen.
"Fuck this shit." Sam's mother cried, striding across the room in three long steps and ripping the envelope out of her son's hand. "You two are so annoying." She muttered, tearing the envelope open. She turned away from them as she took it out of the package, and read it over to herself.
She turned back around, a wide smile on her face. Sam felt his heart skip a beat and Kurt stopped breathing. They reached for each other's hands again.
"...Mr. Evans, we are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, aka NY-fucking U. Please bring a a black robe and a toad, sincerely Minerva McGonagall." She said, grinning cheekily.
"I got in?" Sam asked, his eyes flashing back between disbelief and absurd happiness. Kurt started crying. "Oh my god."
"Oh, Sam." Kurt said tearfully, standing up and wrapping his over Sam's shoulders. "Oh thank god."
"Right. I am going to go tell/get Brian, and buy dinner and cake." His mother said, grabbing her purse from the kitchen counter. She went over to Sam and wrapped her arms around him as well, sneaking them under Kurt's. "I'm so fucking proud of you, kid." She said, squeezing him tightly. She let go, and wiped some tears from her eyes. "Ok, I'll be back in about two hours." She said, turning and rushing out.
As Kurt sank into Sam's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him, he thought that he was definitely going to need to thank Sam's Mom later. At a moment when it was likely she wanted to do nothing but squeal and hug her son for an hour, she'd left and given them the house to themselves.
"We should go upstairs." He whispered, biting down gently on Sam's lower lip. "And celebrate properly."
An hour later, they were lying in Sam's bed, waiting for their breathing to slow and return to normal. Kurt was lying back against Sam's headboard, and Sam was snuggled against his chest, tracing his fingers lazily over it.
"I love you." Sam said quietly, pressing his lips against Kurt's chest. "I'm so glad we're going to be together next year."
"We would have been together no matter what." Kurt mumbled, running his fingers threw Sam's hair. He was so glad he'd been able to talk Sam into letting it grow out. His natural colour was a light, carmel brown colour, and he'd been keeping it cut much shorter then he used to. It was still a little long though and since he'd been sweating, it stuck up when Kurt ran his fingers thew it. Sam looked up at him now, his hair stuck up on one side of his head and his lips kissed a fiery red, and Kurt was sure he was going to need to physically restrain himself from flipping him back over and screwing him into the mattress. His face heated up a little, partially at his own thought (and partially because dear god was Sam pretty).
"Kurt?" Sam asked, waving a hand in front of his face. Kurt snapped out of his thoughts, and realized that Sam had actually been speaking the entire time.
"Ohuh?"
Sam shook his head. "I said, that no matter how much we love each other, long distance relationships are hard. And I'm just glad that we don't have to test ourselves like that, because I like the way things are now." He took Kurt's hand in his and lifted it up to his lips, brushing them over his fingers. "Actually, I love the way things are now."
"We wouldn't have had to test anything, because we wouldn't have been in a long distance relationship." He ran his fingers along Sam's jaw. "If you hadn't gotten in, I was going to go with you to Ohio State."
Sam sat up straight on the bed. "What?"
"If you hadn't gotten in, I was going to go with you to Ohio State." Kurt repeated.
"No fucking way." Sam said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't have let you. No way you were gonna give up your dreams for-"
Kurt pulled Sam's head towards him, shutting him up with a kiss. "I wouldn't have been giving up anything. At least, not in comparison to what I'd be giving up if I went to New York with out you."
Sam looked at him for a moment before pressing a hard kiss against his lips, placing his hands shoulders and tugging him forward. "I love you, I love you so so much."
"I love you too, Sammers. And I can't wait to spend the next four years with you." Kurt replied. Sam nodded, even though his thoughts were going far beyond the next four years. He kissed Kurt again, before settling back down against his chest.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes, before Kurt brought up something he'd been dying to discuss for basically the entire length of their senior year. "So, um I've been meaning to talk to you about something, but I wanted to wait until we knew what was happening..."
"Mmm, what's that?" Sam asked, going back to running his fingers slowly over his boyfriends chest.
"Well, it's about where we're going to live next year. See, Rachel and I would sort of like to live together."
"And me and Finn are going to live in a barn?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No. Obviously we'd let you live with us."
"How kind of you." He said, pressing his lips over Kurt's nipple.
Kurt giggled at the sensation, and tilted Sam's chin up a little, not wanting to get side tracked. "So, um we've sort of been talking about this for a while. Rachel and I, about us living together...and um, how we're going to pay for it."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, we'd have to get jobs. I mean, I've got a bit saved up already-"
Kurt shook his head. "Even if all of us had jobs, no way we could afford anything above a closet in that city. And Rachel and I sort of had our hearts set on something a little nicer. And, just hear me out because I wasn't crazy about the idea at first either, but Rachel insisted and I mean really it's not so bad if you just think about it because-"
"Kurt, just tell me." Sam said, sliding off him. He sat up next to him in the bed, putting him arm around Kurt's waist.
Kurt took a breath. "Rachel's Dads want to pay for an apartment, for us."
"No way."
"They've got lots of money and they're sort of insisting. They don't want Rachel living in some dump next to a crack house-"
"We can't just let them pay for an apartment from us. We don't need charity. I'll get a job-"
"So whenever you're not busy working your ass off at school you can be working your ass off at some cockroach infested diner to pay for a walk-in closet where the landlord spends all his time trying to decide who he wants to rape first, me or Rachel? That sounds perfect."
Sam pouted. "Kurt, I'm sorry. It just feels wrong."
Kurt put his hand on the side of Sam's face, running his thumb across his smooth cheek. "You know I can't stand not being able to do things for my own. I'm stupid and stubborn, remember? I don't love the idea of letting Rachel's parents support us, but it's the only way we can afford something nice. And I'm sorry, but I when I go into that little fantasy in my head, of you and Rachel and Finn and I all living together in New York, going to my dream school and living fabulous exciting lives, I don't picture us living in a crack-den. Please, Sam?"
Sam sighed. "Can I think about it? I mean, can I talk to Rachel and her Dads, maybe about at least paying for utilities or something?"
Kurt squealed excitedly and pulled Sam against him and gave him a sprightly kiss. "Yes yes, good, think about it."
"What do the kids who don't have a rich friends parents to pay for their apartments do, I wonder?" Sam mumbled, letting Kurt push him back down against the bed.
Kurt paused, and lay down on top of him, brushing his hair off his face and resting his chin against Sam's chest. "They get crap jobs and live in crack dens. Which is exactly why we should take this opportunity, if we have it. Because not everyone does, and we need to realize that we are very, very lucky to." Kurt kissed him lightly, waiting for Sam to respond.
"We're lucky anyways. Lucky because we'll be together. And that would make me lucky, even if I was living in a crack-den next to a meth lab above a prostitution ring." Kurt pouted, and Sam rolled his eyes back and pulled Kurt forward to kiss him. "But I suppose if I can be with you, and have a decent place to live then that would be nice too." The smile on Kurt's face was too beautiful for him to continue to feel bad about this decision, although he couldn't say he felt great about it. Though he had to admit, his little fantasy sounded nice.
"I'm still chipping though. Utilities, or part of the rent." He mumbled.
"Mmm-hmm." Kurt agreed, reaching over him and snatching something up from the night table.
"And getting a job." He continued, as Kurt placed a hand on his hips flipped him onto his stomach.
"I completely understand." He said, kissing his way along Sam's shoulder.
"And I don't want something too fancy. It should be something affor-" Sam cut off, feeling a familiar coolness between his legs. "Men." He muttered, closing his eyes and resting his head against his arms. "I'm trying to have a conversation, and you can only think about one thing."
"Sam. Sammers. Wake up, baby." Kurt whispered in Sam's ear. Sam moaned groggily and opened his eyes, giving a loud yelp when instead of staring into the blue-grey ocean eyes of his boyfriend, he was staring into the wide, round brown one's of Rachel.
"What the f-" He jerked out, snatching the covers around him and backing up on the bed. He felt Kurt kneeling on the bed next to him, and he turned to look at him. "Why is she here?"
"I told her about you getting in, and she and Finn came over to celebrate." Kurt said, giggling a little along with Rachel. He hopped off the bed, and straightened his plaid dress shirt. Sam looked at the clock and groaned, realizing he'd been asleep for over an hour. His Mom and Brian had probably gotten home a while ago.
"Yes, you are a lazy, lazy bum." Kurt chided, smacking him on said bum. Sam yelped again, and toppled off the bed. "Oops, sorry baby." He cringed. "I forgot."
"So'k." Sam mumbled from the other side of the bed. "I'll live."
"Well, I've just learned some new awkward information. Um, I'm going back downstairs now and I'm going to burn my eyeballs. Make Sam hurry up, Finn's getting hungry and I can't guarantee he doesn't try and eat Brian." Rachel said, making a quick exit.
Sam pulled himself back onto the bed, and flopped down on his belly, the sheets tangled around his hips. Kurt resisted the urge to yank them down. "I just realized what living with Finn and Rachel next year means." Sam mumbled into the pillow.
"What's that?" Kurt asked, trailing his fingers over the sheets. Still didn't pull them down though. Resiting, resisting, resisting...
"It means we have to live with Finn and Rachel next year." He moaned. "Blarrggg..."
"I thought you liked Finn and Rachel."
"I do. Usually. But they're having sex, right?" Kurt nodded. "Well then at some point, living with them means we're going to over-hear Finchel sex, and I am not looking forward to that."
"Sam!" Kurt yelped, covering his ears with his hands. "He is my brother! And she's my best friend! I do not want to hear this!"
"You better get used to it, dude. Our bedrooms are probably going to be next to each other. And I bet they're loud."
"La la la la, I can't hear you!" Kurt sang, plugging his ears tightly. Sam grinned and jumped up a little, kneeling next to Kurt and speaking right into his ear (well, his hand).
"Oh Finn yeah you're sooooo good! Gold stars! Gold stars!" Sam said in high voice that sounded nothing like Rachel. "Oh, oh, oh oh..."
"LA LA LA I'M NOT LISTENING!" Kurt screeched. It was quiet after that, and he slowly took his hands away from his ears, and unscrunched his eyes to see Sam grinning stupidly at him. "You're not funny."
"Yes I am." He said cutely, batting his eye lashes and kissing his ear.
Kurt was going to respond with something sarcastic and snarky, but he noticed that when Sam had jumped up onto his knees, the sheet had fallen away. Somehow, the words just seemed to melt and fade on his tongue. Ahhh."You should get dressed." Kurt said breathlessly, not bothering to pretend he wasn't staring at him.
"Why?" Sam asked, leaning in closely, not bothering to pretend he didn't know Kurt was staring at him.
Kurt forced his eyes up to Sam's face. "Because if you don't, I will not be able to restrain myself from mauling you, and you won't be able to walk for the next month."
"Promises, promises..." Sam said, and grinned. Kurt rolled his eyes as Sam reached down to grab his underwear from the foot of the bed and began getting dressed.
Sam was tugging his jeans back up his body, and Kurt was openly oggling him when the doorbell rang. Whoever rang it pressed the bell 3 times very quickly, waited a moment, and pressed it again twice. Sam raised an eyebrow and walked over to the window, lifting the curtain back a bit.
Sure enough, Kate's car was parked next to the curb in front of his house. He turned to Kurt, who was pretending to be very involved with examining his nails.
"Kurt, sweetie, why is Kaitlyn here?" Sam asked.
Kurt bit his lip. "Well, see I sent her a text telling her the good news, and that we were sort of celebrating-" He looked away. "You know how much Kate likes celebrating..."
Sam sighed. "I didn't really want this to turn into a whole big thing, you know." He shook his head. "Whatever, it's just Kate, Rachel and Finn, right?"
Kurt cleared his throat, still looking away. "Uh, well actually...it's not just them."
"Kurt!"
"What? I only told Kate! But, you know Kate barely goes anywhere without Quinn, Matt and Cam...and then, Matt and Cam don't go anywhere without Johnny and Leigh...so you know..."
Sam could hear the door opening, and what sounded like a lot of people bustling inside. He groaned and flung himself back down against the bed. "Arrrhhggg..."
"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." Kurt begged, laying down next to Sam.
"I'm not mad...I'm just. I don't know." He sighed, sitting back up. "Well, I guess this'll give me a chance to talk to Cam about seeing Green Latern next week." He muttered, trying to look on the brightside.
"You're going to see a movie with out me?" Kurt pouted.
He shrugged. "Only sort of. I was going to see it with Cam first, 'cause we haven't been able to hang out much since he started dating Leigh, and then if I thought you would like it, I was going to go see it with you."
"Oh. Well, ok then." He smiled. "I don't want to intrude on your guy time."
Sam laughed. "Kurt, can you think about what you just said and see if you can tell me what's wrong with it?"
Kurt thought. "Um, no."
"You're a guy too. So if you came with us, which you definitely can if you'd like, it would still be guy time. No intrusion."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I know that. But I mean, Cam's a guy friend. It's different."
Sam's eyes widened. "I'm not your friend?" He asked, sounding hurt. Kurt couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "Like, you really don't think about me as a friend?"
"Um, we're not friends..."
"You're my friend!" Sam insisted, grabbing his hands. "You're my best friend."
Kurt laughed, and gave Sam a reassuring kiss. "You're my best friend too, Sammers. But you know that our relationship is a lot different from yours and Cam's. At least, I sure hope it is. So you go see the movie with your guy-friend and then if it's good, you can take your boyfriend."
Sam smiled. "Okeydoke. And if it's good then you have to go see it because when you like things, it makes me love them even more."
"And that in no way puts a mountain of pressure on me." Kurt said, shaking his head.
"I've come to trust you're taste and judgement. You know when things are good."
"But we don't always have the same opinion on what "good" is. Like, American Psycho for example."
"Yes, but I think if you just gave that another chance you would see that it's really a great mo-"
"No. It was disgusting and I will never forgive you for showing it to me." He said, crossing his arms firmly.
"But- but..." Sam pouted. "'Feed me a stray cat!'"*
"No. Besides, that is exactly what you have Cam for." Kurt pointed out.
"Good point." Sam said, hopping off the bed. He picked up a silver chain from his bed side table and pulled it around his neck, and Kurt smiled. It was the necklace he'd gotten Sam for their six month anniversary. It was a similar in idea to the one Sam had given him, but instead of a spaceship and a musical note, it was a small silver alien holding a microphone. He instinctively put his hand up to his throat, and pulled his own necklace out from under his shirt to fiddle with it.
They both wore them every day, and Kurt took his off as little as possible.
Kurt watched as Sam's chest and the necklace against it disappeared beneath a blue spider man t shirt, and smiled when he pulled the necklace back out from under the shirt, so it lay on top. He slowly climbed off the bed and went over to Sam, resting his chest against Sam's shoulder and leaning against him. "You read to face everyone?" Kurt asked. He could hear laughter from downstairs, and heard Matt shrieking for Johnny to put him down this instant, as Kate and Cam egged him on.
Sam sighed, and reached out his hand. "We doing it together?"
"'Course." Kurt replied, taking his hand.
"Then I'm ready for anything." He said, smiling.
"What about living with Finn and Rachel?" Kurt teased. "Moving to New York? Starting a new, terrifying life full of uncertainty and unwelcome responsibility?"
Sam laughed. "We doing it together?" He asked again.
"'Course." Kurt repeated, kissing him softly. "All of it, always."
Sam kissed him back. "Then bring it."
A/N: A million years from now, when I finish all the fics I'm currently writing (I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NO MAN'S LAND, OH GOODDD) I am planning on writing more additions to these stories, set in the same universe. One would take place in the summer, transitioning between highschool and college, and the other would take place at college.
Also, this epilouge marks the introduction of my favourite thing in the world: Bottom!Sam. Don't know why.
*This is a quote from American Psycho. The context is unimportant.
TTFN (Ta-Ta For Now)
-Tigger