Finn promised Burt he'd protect his new baby brother, so he decides to give all of Kurt's future boyfriends the down low on the rules. Purt, Hevans/Kum, Kurtofsky/Karomel

This particular chapter features Sam, and is set slightly after "Rumours." And if you want someone other than Puck, Sam, or Dave as Kurt's boyfriend (I've honestly been thinking about Jeff the Warbler...) please, do tell!

Also, lololol this is over twice the length of the first chapter. Whoops? I decided to update so soon because the first chapter is pretty meh.

Don't own anything, yeahhhh. Only season one of Glee! Also, un-beta'd, whooo!

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Chapter Two

Super Sam

Sam Evans grinned excitedly—he honestly could not contain his joy. His life had thankfully taken an upturn right after the Glee club had performed songs from Fleetwood Mac's album "Rumours." Both his mom and dad had gotten good jobs, plus he had gotten a raise at his pizza delivery job! But still, that wasn't the best thing that had happened to him.

No, the best thing that could've ever possibly happened to him was that he was now dating the gorgeous creature known as Kurt Hummel.

Unfortunately, the circumstances weren't so great. Blaine had caught wind of the rumor that Kurt was cheating on the Warbler with Sam, and the usually suave gentleman had angrily pushed Kurt against a hallway wall in McKinley when he confronted the soprano about it right after last period. Finn was there (unfortunately for Blaine) and freaked the hell out, not that Sam could really blame him.

Kurt had tried to explain that none of it was true, but it was hard to explain since he was trying to keep Sam's situation hush-hush. The hobbit proceeded to dump Kurt and storm off, leaving a pissed-off and concerned Finn to pick up the pieces.

(Flashback)

Earlier that day, Sam had shyly asked Kurt if he could bring any other spare clothes to his motel room, and the soprano had agreed. Around 10 o'clock at night, Sam was surprised at a knock on the door, since he really didn't expect the smaller boy to come after that day's events.

"Is that Kurtie?" a sleepy Stevie asked. He peeled off the covers, revealed old Power Ranger pajamas. Stacy stirred beside him and slowly sat up, unveiling her powder pink night dress. Kurt stepped in, arms full of folded clothes, and the blonde shut the door.

"Hey Stevie, hey Stacy," Kurt said softly, and daintily sat on the untouched bed of the Evans' parental figures. He placed the clothes beside him. "You two should be sleeping, shouldn't you?" he teased, with a slight smile on his face. Sam couldn't help but to grin a little and moved to sit to the right of Kurt, after having grabbing the clothes and putting them in his lap, intent to go through them.

"Thanks so much, Kurt," he said gratefully. He couldn't help his confusion when he lifted up and saw an XL Phillies shirt.

Kurt let out a soft laugh. "Finn's old clothes. I figured they'd fit you a lot better," he admitted. He let out a shriek when Sam pulled him into a large and bone crushing hug.

"I mean it, Kurt. Thank you, you have no idea what this means to me," the blonde whispered, voice full of emotion.

"You're so welcome, Samuel, but you're kind of choking me here," Kurt gasped, breathless. Sam quickly pulled back and gave the former Cheerio an apologetic grin. "Oh!" the porcelain-like male suddenly exclaimed, and he began to reach deep within his coat, only to pull out a brown paper sack. "Stevie, Stacy, this is for you," he said, smiling. "Buuuut, only if you promise to go to bed after you see what it is!"

Stevie and Stacy both nodded eagerly, desperately wanting to see what was in the bag. He handed it over to them and they reached in enthusiastically.

"Whoa! Flash comics!" Stevie cried out. "And Batman!"

Stacey gasped. "Barbies!" she giggled. They both jumped out of bed and gave the brunette eager hugs, chiming thank yous. Sam watched the picture, his heart warming, and he couldn't help but to smile as Kurt laughed and hugged them back, saying that he was very welcome.

"Now guys, time for bed," Sam interjected, feeling a little guilty. "It's probably time for Kurt to go home." Kurt then looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand, and it said in blaring red numbers 10:47. He sighed and released the two siblings.

"Your big brother's right, it's time for both me and you guys to go to bed," he chastised lightly. Stevie and Stacey both pouted and released the teen, but didn't movie to go to bed.

"Oh, you little gremlins," Sam growled teasingly before grabbing each of them by the waist and tossing them into their bed, both siblings squealing and giggling. "Now I'm going to see Kurt out, and you both better be asleep when I come back in, you hear?" They both nodded, and he smiled before leading Kurt out and shutting the door quietly.

"You didn't have to do that, y'know," Sam stated.

Kurt smiled. "But I wanted to. Your family doesn't deserve this, Sam; you're one of the nicest people I know." Sam couldn't help but to blush, and he was glad it was dark outside.

"Thanks, Kurt. And…I was wondering, do you want to talk about what happened today? I mean…that was harsh, you could've told Blaine what was really going on."

The brunette's eyes then grew a little watery, but he bitterly muttered, "If he doesn't trust me when I tell him that I wasn't cheating on him, then I guess we wouldn't really work out, huh?" And at that moment, the soprano just looked so vulnerable, so beautiful, so heat-breaking, Sam couldn't hold himself any more.

He lifted up Kurt Hummel's chin and kissed him.

(End Flashback)

Sam waited happily on the doorstep of his boyfriend's house, dressed in jeans, a green and grey shirt that had ¾ sleeves, and his letterman, with a movie in his left hand, and a bouquet of pink roses hidden behind his back in his right. Boyfriend. Just the word made him giddy.

Tonight was Saturday night, their secret date night. Burt and Carole always went out on Saturday nights and wouldn't be back until probably one or two in the morning. Finn was probably at Puck's to spend the night or at a party, and god knows when he'd be back, except that it'd probably be sometime the next day. And right now was 7 o'clock, so they had at least five hours to themselves.

"Sam!" Kurt exclaimed as he threw open the door. "I thought you wouldn't be here for another hour!" Sam couldn't help but to admire his boyfriend's appearance. He wore a form-fitting, long-sleeved dark blue sweater, tighter than sin black skinny jeans, and grey knit UGG boots. However, most of his ensemble was covered up by a pink "Kiss the Cook" apron.

Kurt blushed under the scrutiny, something Sam enjoyed. "Come inside," the soprano huffed, and began to turn around, only to be stopped when the football player grabbed his wrist. He turned around questioningly and was met by a gentle kiss.

"You know, I was one to always listen to what aprons tell me," Sam whispered, and Kurt flushed an even deeper red. "Here." He then handed his boyfriend the bouquet, which Kurt went gaga over.

"Oh, Sam! That's so sweet! Thank you!" The soprano leaned up to give the jock a quick kiss on the cheek, making the other grin. "Now I really have to finish dinner!" He proceeded to rush off, and Sam amusedly followed.

"You need any help?" the blonde offered. Kurt indigently squawked, and shooed him out of the kitchen.

"Go watch TV or something! This is a surprise!"

Sam sighed at his temporary banishment, but he didn't really mind. Whatever his Kurt wanted, his Kurt got.

About thirty minutes later, Sam's sentence was over, and dinner was done. He noticed with delight that Kurt had placed the roses in a vase on the table.

"Dinner is served!" Kurt exclaimed happily, now without the apron, and Sam grinned. His boyfriend had made his favorite, macaroni and cheese with Velveeta sauce, cheesecake, and strawberries.

"It looks fantastic, babe," he said with honesty, and Kurt beamed. They ate and made small talk, and by the time they were done it was almost eight thirty.

"I'll wash the dishes and you can go lay down in the living room or something, 'kay?" Sam suggested. Kurt surprised him with a hug.

"Thank you, Sammy, you're so sweet," Kurt whispered thankfully, arms wrapped around his boyfriend's neck. Sam smirked a little and wrapped his own arms around Kurt's slim waist.

"I know," he teased, and joined his and Kurt's lips together in a gentle kiss before resting their foreheads together. God, he loved this so much. "Now go on, and I'll clean up." Kurt nodded and reluctantly went off to the living room, and Sam did his best to hurry up and wash the dishes, which thankfully didn't take long.

"Movie time!" the football player chirped before fishing out the DVD case he had hidden under a pillow on Burt's favorite recliner. He proceeded to set up said DVD.

"Hmmm…? What is it?" Kurt asked somewhat sleepily, getting up into a sitting position on the couch. Sam flopped down next to him, making sure to sling an arm around the tired brunette.

Sam snickered. "Oh, you'll see."

Sam watched excitedly as Jake Sully led the rest of the Na'vi in an attack against the invading humans on their winged Ikran (well, except Jake's was the huge Toruk). Kurt was snuggled completely into his side, with his head on the blonde's muscled chest. Kurt was surprised that he actually really liked Avatar, but he mused it might only be because of the similarities to the Disney movie Pocahontas. Plus, the world of Pandora was quite beautiful, and the love story was rather enthralling. After awhile, Kurt began to doze off; it was getting near eleven.

"Nga yawne lu oer. Nga yawne lu oer ha nìtxa," Sam softly murmured. He couldn't believe he said it, but it felt good, it felt…right.

"Hmmm?" Kurt asked drowsily. Sam smiled.

"I love you, I love you so much," he repeated, only this time in a language Kurt would understand. The ex-Cheerio smiled.

"Je t'aime trop," Kurt replied back, sounding sexy even though he didn't mean to, and he giggled when Sam looked on in confusion. "I love you, too," he translated, and Sam smiled widely before kissing the smaller teen on the nose.

"What the hell?"

Unfortunately, neither of them noticed that they had an audience.

Sam and Kurt were sitting on the couch, both embarrassed and cheeks stained red, but Kurt was pissed as well and had his arms and legs crossed tightly.

"How long has this been going on?" Finn asked angrily. All of his anger was directed towards Sam, and the blonde felt rather agitated at that.

"Finn, I'm the same age as you. For the love of Gaga, I can take care of myself—"

"After Blaine broke up with him," Sam admitted, and shot Kurt a look. He did not want Finn any more pissed off than he already was.

Something scary flashed in the frankenteen's eyes, and Sam recognized it as the "scary over-protective big brother" look. "Just because Kurt was on rebound doesn't mean that you should take advantage of him!"

Okay, now Sam was pissed. "Hey! I never took advantage of Kurt!" he growled, standing up. "I love him!"

Finn's eyes narrowed. "You just—"

Kurt finally shot up and put a hand on both boys' chests. "Both of you, calm down!" he huffed. "Damnit, Finn, Sam is not taking advantage of me, and he's good to me and for me." He then turned his gaze to Sam. "And you, you should know better than to let anything Finn says get to you!" Both teens snorted.

"Fine," Finn finally said, "but there's going to be some ground rules here. One, the door stays open if you're in Kurt's room. Also, no sleepovers. Two, you can't hog all of Kurt's awesome cooking powers to yourself. Three, I will mess you up if you hurt my bro. Deal?"

Sam nodded. "Deal."

Finn grinned. "Cool. And is that the barely-there smell of mac 'n' cheese I smell?"

Kurt sighed, collapsing rather ungracefully onto the couch. So much for their romantic evening.

TBC

Next up, it's Dave...I need help for a chapter title though lol. Dave the Destroyer? Ehhh.

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