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It had started raining.

It was appropriate, mostly because Sam felt too empty to cry. He swore over and over to himself that whatever made Kurt happy, he would be happy with too.

But that had been too much.

The kiss had been too much.

As soon as they stopped swapping spit, Sam excused himself and told Kurt he'd wait in the car. This time he caught Blaine's smirk, and his heart only sunk further. Blaine was up to something, he knew that. All of his actions up to now only confirmed it, and Sam was afraid for Kurt. Whatever Blaine was planning, it wasn't good. Kurt was going to get his heart broken and Sam didn't think he could bear to see that. Kurt didn't deserve that. He deserved only happiness.

So it was settled.

He waited in the limo for about fifteen minutes before the front door of the mansion opened. Sam looked over and saw Blaine kiss Kurt once more before Kurt practically skipped to the car, getting in and closing the door. Sam started the car up and let it sit for a moment, letting the engine warm up. He heard Kurt let out a soft, happy sigh, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

They sat in silence, the engine making a soft purring sound as it ran. Sam stared straight ahead of himself, staring at the tree he'd parked in front of. He wanted to look at Kurt. To see what those eyes were saying. But he didn't have to. He could practically feel Kurt's beaming happiness beating down on him. Still, he couldn't help himself, and he stole a glance into the rearview mirror, only to see Kurt's blue eyes staring at him. He quickly looked away, but he knew that he'd been caught.

"I told you it wasn't going to be easy."

Sam rolled his eyes slightly, putting the car in drive and pulling away as quickly as he could from the mansion, sliding easily into the flow of cars in the street. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to." Kurt said, tucking a stray bang back. "You were practically sobbing in your plate."

"Can you really blame me?" Sam asked, glaring into the rearview mirror. "You know how I feel and you let him do that, right in front of me, expecting me not to react? I'm unprofessional, remember? I have feelings."

"Calm down." Kurt sighed softly. "I didn't expect him to kiss me either."

"You didn't seem to object too much."

"Sam, please, let's just drop it."

"No, you brought it up, we're going to finish it."

It was Kurt's turn to glare this time. "If I tell you to drop it, you drop it, because I'm your boss. You listen to me."

"Because you're so wise? Bullshit."

"Samuel Evans I swear you're pushing me way too far."

"Don't call me Samuel."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Or what? You going to ground me? You going to tell my father that I've been calling you names and I hurt your feelings? You going to tell everyone that you're in love with me, and risk everything for it? Huh Samuel?"

That's it.

Sam made an impossibly hard left and Kurt nearly flew out of his seat. His eyes were wide and he almost stopped breathing. "What are you doing?"

Sam floored the limo and they shot right through a sidewalk, past some apartment complexes. He then slammed on the break and they came to a screeching halt behind some buildings that Kurt didn't recognize. His heart pounded as Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, slamming the door, and then throwing Kurt's door open. Kurt crawled away to the other side of the car, trembling a bit. "Wh-What are you doing?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound authorative but only succeeding in sounding scared.

Sam had this wild look in his eyes, and it scared Kurt. Sam looked almost like what Karofsky looked like that night he beat Kurt up, and Kurt panicked. He threw the other door open and ran out, tears burning his eyes.

He heard Sam's footsteps not far behind, but no matter how hard he pressed on, Sam still caught up to him. He grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him back to the limo, now a good few feet away. Kurt struggled, hitting Sam with his cast and trying to kick him. "Let me go, stop this! Are you crazy?"

Sam wasn't talking, and that scared Kurt even more. That meant he was angry, and that certainly wasn't good. When Sam pulled him past the limo, Kurt's heart started to beat faster. He tried stopping his feet but he only stumbled when Sam pulled him forward. "Where are you taking me? Sam, st-"

The words were caught in his throat when Sam pushed him against the back of one of the buildings and held him there by his shoulders. Kurt had never seen him so serious, not even when he stopped talking the first time. His jaw was set, and his green eyes were half-lidded and burning with anger and rage. It then dawned on Kurt that Sam, even though they were the same age, was lethal. He was trained by the Secret Service. He could do anything.

The rain pelted down on them and Kurt felt his hair and clothes getting soaked by the second. Sam's blond hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, but still did nothing to make him seem any less scary. Kurt trembled in Sam's grip, and he blinked to try to stop the burning tears in his eyes from falling. But he was scared…so scared…

Until he felt the kiss.

It wasn't as slow as Blaine's had been, but that didn't make it any less special. In fact this kiss had to be even better. The way Sam's lips forced Kurt's open and he invaded Kurt's mouth with his tongue, sweeping along every inch of Kurt's hot mouth. Kurt couldn't stop the small moan that escaped him, and all fear melted away. His hands reached up and touched the back of Sam's neck, pulling him closer, and Kurt felt Sam's hands drop from his shoulders and wrap around Kurt's waist, forcing their hips together.

Kurt whimpered at the contact, but was unable to do much else. Sam's kiss was so deep and passionate that he couldn't breathe. He didn't want to breathe. It was too perfect of a kiss to stop it for something as meager as air. Kurt's fingers curled in Sam's blond locks and pulled gently, and Kurt broke the kiss for a gasp when he felt Sam press himself closer to Kurt.

Sam looked at him, his eyes still burning, but Kurt knew now that it wasn't only anger burning in those eyes. It was passion, heat, and it made Kurt shiver in anticipation.

That was, until Sam turned his head and spit a huge wad of spit on the ground next to them.

Feeling all of the lust quickly drain away, Kurt stared at him. "…why are you so charming?"

Sam pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips again and Kurt kissed back, whining in the back of his throat when Sam pulled away too early.

He still didn't smile, but Kurt could hear it in his voice when he finally spoke.

"I wanted to get the taste of that bastard out of your mouth."

Before Kurt could protest, Sam kissed him again, and if possible, this was better than the one before. They pushed their tongues together, fighting for dominance. The rain that soaked them had little effect, the only one probably making Kurt's skin feel like it was hotter than it was. He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and deepened the kiss further. He needed more.

Sam seemed to sense this when one of his hands groped Kurt's behind, making the shorter boy's breathing hitch. Sam's cold hand slid down the back of Kurt's skin tight pants and groped the soft flesh he found there, kneading it with his fingertips. Kurt moaned softly, his legs starting to shake. He pulled away from the kiss and panted heavily, gripping the back of Sam's blazer. "Sam…please…" He whispered.

That was all it took.

Sam slid his hand away from under Kurt's pants and lifted him up by his waist, carrying him to the limo. He laid Kurt in the back seat and Kurt felt the nostalgia of the other night behind the hospital hit him as he felt Sam's weight on top of him, their lips smashing together once more. He reached up and clawed at Sam's blazer, sliding it off of one of his shoulders. Sam slid out of the other shoulder and threw it to the floor of the car, kissing Kurt once more as his hands slid up Kurt's shirt.

Kurt gasped as he felt Sam's cold hands sliding up his chest. A shiver ran up his spine and he felt the sparse hair on the back of his neck stand. He bit his lip to stifle a moan when Sam brushed his thumbs against Kurt's nipples, making them hard. He blushed when he heard Sam chuckle breathlessly, and he felt his shirt moved up.

He cried out when Sam ran his tongue against his left nipple, licking it slowly before sucking on it slowly. Kurt arched his back and somehow his hand found the back of Sam's head, and he pulled down on it. Sam rewarded him by biting his nipple gently, and Kurt cried out again. "Please!" Kurt asked, desperate for Sam to touch him. He needed him. Kurt needed Sam.

Sam sat up and pulled Kurt into his lap so they were facing each other now. Kurt looked down at him, panting softly. Sam's eyes were still so full of fire, but now Kurt knew that the fire was not to harm him. On the contrary, it was about to give him the pleasure he had dreamed of all of his adolescent existence. Sam cupped Kurt's cheek, making Kurt blush more if that was humanly possible.

Kurt's heart leapt into his throat when he felt Sam's other hand on his zipper. He smiled down at Sam, and finally, Sam smiled back.

"Ready?"

Kurt nodded. "As I'll ever be."

Sam winked, and Kurt could have died of happiness then and there.

Kurt trembled when Sam unzipped his pants and he felt Sam's cool hand slid past the band of his underwear. He felt Sam's fingers rest around his shaft, and he let out a shaky moan. That was new…

He leaned against Sam as the blond pumped his erection slowly. Sam leaned up and kissed Kurt's cheek, pulling him down so that Kurt's forehead was resting on his shoulder. Kurt rolled his hips in time with Sam's strokes, panting softly. He closed his eyes, and it was like all of his senses were heightened. Everything felt one thousand times more intense, and he could barely catch his breath. He could hear Sam's heart racing, and heard their hearts beating in time with each other.

With his eyes closed, he wasn't embarrassed about the soft moans and gasps escaping his lips. He usually hated hearing himself making such ridiculous noises, but…he was too hot and bothered to care. And Sam…Sam made him feel comfortable. He felt like it was okay to be like this around Sam. To be vulnerable. To be open.

Kurt panted heavily, switching between biting his lip and biting Sam's shoulder. His hands gripped for anything to hold onto as Sam stroked him into a pleasure he never imagined before, finding only the back of Sam's blazer. This feeling…it was like sinking to the bottom of the ocean with the ability to breathe underwater. It was all of this pressure and pleasure throbbing in his bones, and something was fighting to get out of him. He couldn't stop moving. It was almost fidgeting, but it wasn't.

There were no words for what Kurt was feeling for those long minutes. He felt his end near, and he gasped, holding a breath before,

"…Sam."

Kurt's eyes snapped open as he climaxed, and it was just…it was amazing. It was nothing he'd ever felt before. It was comforting and relieving and earth-shattering, and all Kurt could do was go limp in Sam's hold, panting wildly. He closed his eyes again, smiling softly and nuzzling Sam's shoulder with his forehead. "Sam, I-"

He opened his eyes again, tilting his head when he heard a soft sound.

Why was Sam crying?