Kurt let out a soft little moan against Blair's lips. Blair smiled.

They lay on Blair's king-size bed, in Blair's huge bedroom in his huge house. Kurt loved the house, with its columns in the front and the fragrant garden in the back yard. Not to mention, of course, lying on Blair's bed with him, sharing secrets or watching movies or doing just what they were doing now. He touched Blair's face and felt Blair's smile against his lips, and his heartbeat went a little faster as he felt Blair's hand move slowly down his stomach and lift up his shirt and roam around his stomach and chest.

He moaned again. He didn't mean to, he really couldn't help it, and every time Blair nearly laughed at him. He slid his hand down again, this time looping his fingers in Kurt's waistband, but Kurt pulled his hand away like he always did.

"Kurt," he said, pulling away.

"Hm?"

Blair sighed. "Is this ever gonna happen?"

Kurt decided to play dumb. "Is what going to happen?" He shifted beneath Blair, trying to get comfortable again, and he laid his hand on the side of Blair's face, wishing he'd start kissing him again.

"I think you know," said Blair. "Me, you, having sex."

Kurt's cheeks burned. "We've only been going out for two months," he said. Blair rolled his eyes and rolled over on his back. "I'm not really used to not getting any when I'm with someone, Kurt," he said. Kurt propped himself up on his elbow. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just...I'm just not ready yet."

Blair looked away, and stood up and pulled his shirt back on. Kurt couldn't see his face, but he knew he was upset. He felt bad, but he couldn't make himself do something he wasn't ready for. He supposed he should be ready, but something kept telling him no. "Blair," he said, with a definite pout in his voice.

Blair cleared his throat, put a smile on his face, and turned around. "It's fine, sweetie. I don't want to rush you or anything. But it makes me feel like..." He bit his lip.

Don't fall for it, don't fall for his act, Kurt. Don't. "...Like what?" Kurt winced internally. He knew Blair was just putting on theatrics, but every time he gave into whatever his boyfriend wanted.

"Like...like I'm not good enough for you." He sat back down on the bed, and Kurt put his arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"You know that's not true."

Blair smiled and gave him a kiss.

"Shit."

Sam was leaning over the open hood of his truck, black grease up to his elbows, trying to find the source of the oil leak that had been plaguing him for the past few weeks.

"I'm so telling Mom," said Marissa.

He hadn't known she was standing behind him. "Sorry, Missy, I didn't mean it."

"Still telling." She smiled.

He rolled his eyes and turned around. "What do you want?"

"Take me with you."

"Where?"

"Take me with you when you go to get your truck fixed."

"I wasn't planning on -"

"You'll need to. I mean, you know you can't fix it yourself, right?"

He knew. He knew, but he didn't want to go to the shop, because the only shop he knew of belonged to the father of the current unrequited love of his life. "Why do you want to go anyway? It's not going to be fun."

She shrugged. "It's super boring here," she said. She was texting one of her friends as well as talking to him, which he found extremely annoying.

"Okay," he said. "Tell mom we're leaving." He wiped his hands on an old towel, closed Esther's hood, and climbed in.

He hadn't really been thinking of what he was wearing when he'd headed toward Burt's, but he wished he had been, because here he was in a dirty tank top with greasy hands and probably grease in his hair, and there was Kurt, looking perfect as usual with his pretty boyfriend. He wasn't sure why they'd be here, but he didn't ask, he just passed right by them and headed toward Mr. Hummel.

"Sam, right?" Burt asked, shaking his hand.

"Yes, sir," he said. He'd met Mr. Hummel only briefly when he and Kurt were still on good terms. "And ah, this is my little sister Marissa."

Missy smiled. "Are you Burt?"

Mr. Hummel smiled too. "Sure am."

"So you're the Burt. Like, as in Burt's Garage?"

He laughed. "Yes, and it's nice to meet you, Marissa."

She smiled and turned to Sam. "Can I get a soda from the vending machine?"

He rolled his eyes, but dug in his pocket and handed her a dollar.

"So what's the problem, kid?"

Sam told him.

"Ah," Burt said, nodding. "Well, pull 'er up and we'll take a look."

Sam pulled his truck in, and Burt had one of the mechanics take a look. He didn't do much of the work himself, ever since his heart attack. It was around the same time Sam had dislocated his shoulder. In fact, he'd heard they were on the same floor of the same hospital, but their paths never crossed. Sam was glad to see he was much better.

He tried, but he couldn't keep himself from glancing over at Kurt and Blair, who were holding hands and laughing and stealing kisses when they thought Burt wasn't looking. But he was.

"You know," he said, eyeing the curly-haired boy, "I'm not so sure I like that Blair kid. What do you think?"

Sam swallowed. He knew how he felt about Blair. I hate him, he's horrible for Kurt, he's a creep.

"I, uh...I don't know..." he said, hanging his head.

Burt narrowed his eyebrows at him. "You know something I don't?"

Sam glanced back at the couple, and looked back at Mr. Hummel. He swallowed again. "Can I...can I talk to you, Mr. Hummel? In...private?"

Burt led the way into his office, and gestured for Sam to sit down. He did, and Mr. Hummel sat across the desk from him. "What's up?"

Sam bit his lip.

"Okay. Okay..." He didn't know where to begin, or why he wanted to tell Mr. Hummel this at all, other than that he wanted to get it off his chest and he felt Burt might be understanding. "I...hope you don't take this the wrong way Mr. Hummel," he said. "But I..."

"Come on, Sam. You know you can tell me whatever's on your mind."

Sam nodded, and started again.

"I...think I'm in love with your son, Mr. Hummel."

Burt leaned back in his chair, and he looked like he was both shocked to silence and looking for something to say next.

Shit, Sam thought. That was a mistake.

"I mean...um..."

Burt shook his head, like shaking his thoughts clear.

"Does he know?"

Sam looked down at his lap. "He thinks I'm straight."

"And...you're not."

"No! No, I've known I'm bisexual since I was...well I don't know. Since a couple years ago I guess. I had to leave my old school because I was...bullied so much. It was really bad."

Burt shook his head. "I'm really sorry about that, Sam. The world can be cruel." And boy did he know it.

Sam cleared his throat.

"So I kind of...almost made a move on him," he said, feeling awkward talking to Kurt's dad about this, but who else was there? "A couple months ago. But he thought I was playing a cruel joke, and now he hates me."

They sat in silence for a while, Burt looking out the window at his son and his son's boyfriend. Sam had almost never felt so awkward in his life. Should he really have just spilled all this?

"So tell him."

Sam looked up. "What?"

Burt shrugged.

"If you like him, then tell him. He likes you too, Sam. He used to talk about you a lot, before he came along. Like I said, I'm not crazy about Blair. I think Kurt could do a lot better, Sam. I'd much rather see him with someone like...you. You know, honest. You seem like a nice kid."

Sam smiled, but it quickly faded. "I don't think he'd believe me."

Burt shook his head. "You just gotta find a creative way of doing it. I know my son," he said. "You glee kids like music, right?"

Sam nodded.

"Well maybe you should... sing it."

Sam smiled, and this time, it stuck.

an: alright, I hope you guys enjoyed this :) more to come soon! please leave a review, because it really helps motivate me when I know what you think of my writing! criticism helps, seriously. if there's something you're not liking, let me know and I'll see what I can do, and if there's something you want to see, I'd love to hear your ideas! thanks for reading! (: