In order to tidy up my account, I've moved my one shot "The Phone Call" into this story with a different name, as you can see. Nothing's changed but the location. Hope you enjoy it again.

One Last Time

Summary: Kurt just needs to hear his voice. Just one last time.

Rating: K+/T

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans

AU: Past Hevans relationship

Kurt lay with his head against the wall, tapping his phone against the back of his hand. There was nothing he could thinking about but him.

His face, the way his features aligned. The light smattering of freckles across his pale face that were only visible if you knew his face the way Kurt knew it.

His hair, always positioned in a certain way that made him look irresistible. Sometimes he would use product, sometimes he wouldn't. Either way, he looked exquisite.

His clothes, the way that they hugged his skin so well and accentuated his body like they were designed specifically for him. How he looked good in every colour and every style.

His eyes, oh god those shimmering puddles of emotion. They showed everything he was feeling so precisely but, again, only if you knew him like Kurt did. There was something to be said about his eyes, how they moved and focused on something. Getting lost was the easy part. Finding your way back was impossible. They had a hold, a bind, on people when they looked. He wasn't aware of this, but everyone else was. People had to pry themselves away from looking at him.

His laugh, those musical tones that drifted through the air like a soothing lullaby. It was an instant creator of bliss; in such a way that it calmed and excited at the same time. It was infectious and you couldn't help but join in, no matter what he was laughing at.

His talent, oh his talent. He could pluck the strings of a guitar just as easily as he had plucked Kurt's heartstrings just to let them slowly become out of tune. His voice was crisp in the air, enrapturing and taut. It attracted people, compelled them to listen. When he talked, there was no other alternative but to pay close attention to whatever he was saying.

His smile, that simple gesture that brightened the room. It was every single cliché wrapped into one. Those wide lips curving at the edges, letting you know he was happy. And that was the most amazing feeling in the world. Knowing that you made him happy. It was pleasurable simplicity.

His compassion, unrelenting and hot. It knew no bounds and could lift a person to previously unknown heights. It was like watching a faith healer, but with just one glance, he made you feel warm.

Kurt sighed, tears slipping through his mask like little drops of love. "I have to call," he whispered. Nothing could stop him. He had to hear that voice again. Even if it was the last time he ever would.

Dialling the number he knew the most, Kurt held the trembling phone to his ear and stayed strong, not hanging up.

"Kurt," the low voice came instantly. Of course; he would always pick up for Kurt, even after all this time.

"Sammy," Kurt whispered back as though he was afraid to let the name roll from his tongue. It was like a mantra, vibes shooting out in to the air once the monosyllable exploded from his quivering mouth.

"Is everything okay? You're usually asleep by now."

Sam's attentiveness to details always warmed Kurt, even now.

"How could I sleep. It's officially the 16th."

"I know," Sam muttered, no traces of emotion lacing his voice. Kurt couldn't tell how he felt. Did he regret anything? Was he thinking about it? Did he actually know or did he just pretend to so that Kurt didn't feel upset? "It's been two years, Kurt."

Kurt faltered. Sam sounded…frustrated. Almost as though he was fed up with Kurt's reluctance to let go. He would if he could. "I know, Sam. Two years that I haven't been able to think about anything else but the way you feel."

"Kurt," Sam whispered brokenly, "please don't go back to this place. I hate seeing you so…like this."

A strange sensation swept over Kurt. Rage? Possibly. A heat blazed through him that Sam was making him seem like the irrational one because he was hurting. He felt the need to lash out. Lashing out at Sam would be stupid and would not be rational. Maybe Sam was right. But Kurt could never quite stop himself falling over the edge, that crooked line between right and wrong. Between the past and his wide future.

A future without Sam in it. When Kurt had painted that particular picture, Sam had been front and centre. Now he faded from the image like he was never supposed to be there. And maybe he wasn't.

"Apparently I'm the only one that lost something that day."

Sam cleared his throat. "Of course not. People heal at different rates. I just moved on quicker."

Kurt winced. Now that had hurt. All of Kurt's inferiority complexes came crashing back to the surface like bricks, slamming down onto his heart and reminding him that he would never be good enough for anyone, especially not the man he wanted.

"Because you've never lost you, Sam. You're a lot to lose. This hole in my heart will never heal. I'll miss you every day. Not just as my boyfriend, but as my best friend. You're the only one who has ever understood me on a level that actually makes sense. I walked around the world thinking you were my soulmate. And all of sudden I'm just supposed to move on from a life without you in it."

"I'll always be here for you, Kurt. Just not in the way that you want me to be."

"Well I can't do it. I can't look at you knowing you'll never be mine again. The first time was hard enough but then I got you back. I suppose it's my fault for losing you again."

Sam sighed. "We never had great timing, Kurt. Maybe if we waited or things were different…"

Kurt resigned himself to the fact that the tears would flow and boy would they flow. As hard as Kurt was crying, Sam still stayed on the phone. Not many people would have.

"Do you want me to go?" Sam asked sincerely.

"What I want and reality are two separate timelines entirely. Just know that I'll always love you the most. I'll be here for you, Sam Evans. And I will try my hardest to get over you. When I do…well I don't know. One step at a time. I love you. I hope you have everything you ever wanted. Goodbye, Sam."

And Kurt hung up the phone, head slamming against the wall. He didn't feel the pain. He felt numb, like a physical part of him had been ripped off and destroyed, a feeble window into the life he could have had, spinning and flickering with hope only to crash down in reality. Lifeless and embodying a sluggish blink, Kurt's future died the moment Sam uttered the words.

And with it, a piece of Kurt died too. He was never the same. He tried to be, but it wasn't possible. Torn and ragged, his life and his heart moulded into fragments that resembled something that Kurt didn't recognise. His heart beat with a dull thud that never quite kept a steady rhythm. But that was okay. He was alive. Blood flowed through his veins.

But he still didn't have Sam.

And he never would.

Author's Note: The song is One Last Time by Ariana Grande from her album, My Everything