The Night and Days of Kurt: The Continuation

Author: GleekShip

Spoilers: Takes off from Season 2

Summary: The continuation of the Night and Days of Kurt. This time, the boys learn to deal with a public relationship . . . with a few bumps along the way.

Pairings: Kurt/Noah/Sam

The Night and Days of Kurt: The Continuation

Night #77: Part 3

SAM

"Are you sure you're fine with this?" Mrs. Evans asks nervously.

Burt gives her a warm smile. "Mary, you're welcome at our house any time." Burt leans down and picks up her suitcase. "And we'll figure out sleeping arrangements once we're there."

"It'll have to be quick though." Mary smiles. "It's already so late, but I don't think I could sleep tonight anyways."

"We'll make sure you're comfortable then." Carole smiles as she steps up to Burt. "And if you want to sleep, you'll be able to."

Mary just nods and looks over to her husband, Dwight. He's riffling through the kitchen, getting extra food for the stay at the Hummels for an indeterminate amount of time. Until the windows were fixed in the living room, it would be too cold and dangerous to live in the house.

Sam looks away from the tired adults to the near-asleep boy in his arms. Kurt lets out small whimpers of pain every time he moves, but refuses to take any medicine or let anyone care for him. Sam carefully cradles Kurt's head against his chest, continuously running his fingers through the boys hair. Santana sits on the floor, her back against the couch and her hands latched onto Kurt's. She had moved so her head was leaning against the leg that Kurt had hanging off the couch.

They all look up as the front door opens. Noah steps through, looking exhausted. He gives the adults a weak smile before making his way over to the couch. He kneels down by Santana so he can get close to Kurt. He reaches out carefully and cups the boys face. Kurt lets out a sigh of happiness as he pushes his face into Noah's hand.

"How's Rachel doing?" Kurt asks softly, letting Noah's finger trace his lips as he speaks.

"Good." Noah smiles softly. "She's much better now that she's with her dads."

"That's good." Kurt says quietly.

Noah nods before looking at Santana. "She was wondering if you could call her tomorrow, after you've slept. She's worried."

Santana bites her lip as she looks up at Noah. "I . . . I guess I can do that."

Kurt reaches out and tilts Noah's face to look back at him. "How's your back?"

Noah shrugs, but everyone can see a pit of pain on his face. "It could be worse, but I think being muscular helped." He adds with a smile.

Kurt rolls his eyes. "So does the mean I'm more damaged?"

Noah's face drops into a serious one. "Don't worry about it Kurt. You've faced worse."

"And they won't touch you again." Sam adds softly from above Kurt.

"Santana dear." They all look to see Carole step hesitantly into the living room. "Are you sure your parents don't mind you staying with us tonight?"

"They don't mind Mrs. H." Santana smiles. "They know that Kurt will protect me from almost anything." She chuckles when Kurt flicks her in the ear. "Plus I'll be able to sleep in his bed tonight so you and Mr. H. won't have to worry about any shenanigans."

Carole chuckles and nods. "Well I guess you and Kurt can have his bed. And Noah too." She adds with a sad smile. "I'm sure you're back is still hurting."

"I'm fine Mrs. H." Noah gives her his best smile, but winces.

Carole just sighs. "You're getting a bed Noah. Or you're going home."

"Bed it is." Noah quickly agrees, not wanting to leave Sam or Kurt.

"Well my bed can fit four." Kurt butts in. "We've done it before." Carole's eyes widen and Kurt quickly fixes himself. "I meant when you were in the hospital. Me, Sam, Noah, Santana, and . . . and Mercedes." He whispers her name quietly.

Everyone acts the same. The three around Kurt tighten their grips on him. Carole just takes a step froward, wanting to help.

Kurt just smiles again and shakes his head. "Don't worry about it." He gulps and looks up at Carole. "Are we ready?"

"They just need to get a few things. Your dad will board up the windows before we go." Carole adds on with a sad smile.

Kurt nods and leans his head back on Sam. "Why don't you go up to your room and see if there's anything you want to bring with you? You'll be with us for a few days, so don't under-pack."

KURT

Kurt stares down at the glass around his feet. Surprisingly, there are big chunks of glass that could have cut through anyone if it landed on them at the right angle. Artie was the closest when it all happened and he was extremely lucky.

Kurt looks up as he walks closer to the window, hearing the glass crunch under his feet. He peers out of the empty window pains to the cars parked in front. Burt is helping Dwight put their many suitcases into the car. Mary had decided to just pack any valuables into the car in case they'd need them at any course during their stay. Plus they didn't want to leave them in the house when someone can pry the boards off the windows.

Kurt glances down at the empty windows. Only small pieces of short glass is still in the frame. Everything else had been broker out. Windows had lined up that wall and all were shattered.

Kurt goes to turn away, but stops. Something shiny catches his attention in the dark night. He kneels down so his eyes are level with the bottom of the window. He sees a long and thin box pushed outward, barely hanging on after being shook around from the glass breaking. Kurt reaches out and stops. He stands up and reaches out the window, pulling both the box and a card out that way, not wanting to risk it falling onto the ground below.

Kurt glances at the box, but pushes it into his pocket so he can focus on the envelope. He flips it over so he's staring at the front. His eyes widen as his fingers trace over Sam's name, the name written solely on the card.

SAM

Sam sighs with content as he presses a soft kiss to Noah's back. He leans back slightly and frowns at the bruises on the boys back. Not many, but enough to hurt him. Sam reaches down and carefully traces his fingers around each bruise, loving the fact that he's releasing some stress for his fiance. He cringes when Noah hisses one one finger accidentally brushes too close too a bruise. Sam sighs before laying down by Noah, his head on his arm. Noah turns his head so he's looking at Sam. Sam reaches forward and lets his hand ghost along Noah's mohawk before coming down behind his neck, pulling him close, and giving him a soft kiss.

"I love you." Noah mutters against his lips before pushing his lips back against Sam's, so slowly, just enjoying being together, nothing more.

"Hey." They both pull away when they hear that soft voice. Kurt sighs before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think we need to talk."

Noah quickly turns over, ignoring his own pain. Sam sighs before pulling Noah against his chest, hoping his own body heat will help him heal.

Kurt sighs before crawling over the bed, stopping in front of them. "I asked Finn and Santana to stay upstairs for a bit. I . . . I have something to show you." Kurt hesitates slightly before pulling an envelope out from his back pocket. "I found this. Someone had put it there long before everything happened." Kurt holds the letter out to Sam. "It's for you. I wouldn't have held it away, but it just seemed out of place. It was keeping the window cracked. Also, this-" Kurt pulls the long thin box out of his pocket. "This came with it."

Sam's eyes narrow at the items, but takes them anyways. Noah shifts slightly so Sam can place the box on his leg. He then moves slightly so Noah's sitting sideways between his legs, both of hands free. He hesitates before opening the envelope and and pulling a car out. Sam lets a smile slip when he sees 'Happy Birthday' written on the front. Sam opens the card and his eyes widen.

Dear Sam,

Well I guess since you're going to show Puck and Kurt, I should start there.

Dear Sam, Puck, and Kurt,

First, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. You've had a sucky year and I know I've made it worse. So I hope tonight, even if it's just for tonight, that you're happy.

Second, I know you don't want to hear from me in any way, but I wanted you to know my side. I want you to know how sorry I am, for everything that I've done to you three. So sorry. And I just wish I could make it up to you somehow, even if you don't forgive me. I don't expect that. I just got it into my head that I was doing the right thing. And that leads me to my third point.

I need you to believe me when I say this: I would have never done anything to hurt you guys. Ever. It was Mercedes-

"What?" Kurt growls as he moves to Sam's side as Sam reads the letter out-loud. "What is she talking about?"

"Let me finish." Sam mutters before glancing back to the letter.

-that talked me into doing everything. She kept saying how you would hurt each other in the end and that it was best for us to try and get you apart. And when it came down to outing you, or trying to make Kurt jealous of me and Puck . . . it was all her ideas. I just wasn't thinking when I did that. It's just that even if you don't believe me, I still love Puck. I don't know if it's because of Beth, but I do. And I still love Sam. He . . . he was the first boy to treat me as an equal. I was able to drag Finn around, or lead Puck on, but you Sam, you made sure that I treated you right.

But I want to apologize, and if you ever need anything, I owe you more than anything you can ask. I just need you to know how sorry I am about everything that I've been involved with.

I hope you have a good birthday,

Quinn

Sam gulps as he stops reading. Kurt reaches for the box, but Sam grabs his wrist.

"Don't." Sam shakes his head. "I don't want to know what's in there. I'm too tired to sleep and-" He looks over at Kurt's phone. "It's already past midnight. I just want to sleep. We can look at it tomorrow once we're settled."

Kurt nods and slowly moves away from Sam. "Well I'll go get Santana and Finn then. Can you set the alarm for seven?" He asks Noah, the boy nearest Kurt's phone. "Mom is taking me to get everything we'll need for the house while you guys move everything in. Then . . . we'll check out the hospital before we call it a night. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Yeah babe." Noah yawns as he cuddles back into Sam. "And tell Finn to be quiet when he comes down. Otherwise I'll make sure you are Sammy are the alarm clock in the morning for the entire house."

Kurt chuckles as he slips out of the bed.


So what do you think? This little event has lasted a few chapters, but it sets up for the rest of this story, and the next installment as well. So let me know what you think :)