Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters or anything else.

A/N: So this is sort of a continuation of the previous oneshot 'Before Sunrise'. It's the same universe and everything and it's set just a couple of weeks after the other one. I paired them together because though you could read this on its own, I like the idea of them sewn together sort of like different chapters, though I don't see them that way.

And this is not a multi-chapter fic or anything. There's probably going to be one more chapter, two if I stretch it out (which I somehow always do). And I haven't even started it yet so don't get too excited.

Brrr…It's Cold In Here

"What's up, Kurtness?" Sam said as he sat down and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Ladies," he greeted, nodding politely to all the glee girls sitting at the lunch table with Kurt. "Blaine," he said darkly, acknowledging the former Warbler and Kurt's ex-boyfriend. "So, you coming over after school today?"

"Sorry, blondie," Mercedes said from the other side of Kurt, "but my homeboy and I got plans this afternoon." Kurt saw the slightly confused look on Sam's face and clarified.

"It's the Macy's One Day sale," he said apologetically. "The girls and I have been going every year since middle school."

"It's tradition," Rachel added from across their lunch table. At this Kurt and Mercedes rolled their eyes. Though Rachel had indeed accompanied them to the sale from the beginning of high school she still refused to heed their advice on updating her wardrobe so it didn't look like she was a Mormon sister-wife escaping a polygamous marriage.

"Mind if I come?" Sam said, his arm still slung over Kurt's shoulders. His request was met with deafening silence from the table, which seemed even eerier in the usually loud cafeteria.

"I don't think you'd want to go," Tina said off-handedly.

"Yeah, you don't want to see grown women fight over marked down cashmere," Blaine added. "I mean, this is my first year going along with these guys, but I've been by myself before and let me tell you, it's like a scene out of Kill Bill in there."

"I can handle that," Sam said defensively, clutching Kurt tighter to his side once he realized Blaine would be accompanying them to the sale.

"Sam," Kurt said, removing Sam's arm from around his shoulder and holding his hand between his, "it's nice that you want to join us, but it's not like a regular Saturday at the mall. It's a once a year sale. Things get a little crazy in there." Kurt's eyes sparkled as he remembered the insane deals he encountered the year before. "Plus I may do things I might not be proud of or wish for you to see, so I do think it would be best if you didn't attend."

"You'll probably be bored out of your mind in there," Quinn offered, trying to help. Kurt nodded in agreement.

"I can find something to do," Sam said confidently.

"Oh for God's sakes, Fish Lips," Santana said, exasperated. "Look, your boyfriend doesn't want you tagging along because he doesn't want to have to babysit you all day. And really, who could blame him? You'll probably get distracted by something shiny and end up trampled by a hoard of women rushing to the makeup counter for marked down cellulite cream."

"That totally happened to me last year," Brittany added from her seat next to Santana.

Kurt saw the slightly hurt look on Sam's face. He squeezed the hand that was still wrapped up in his own. "Don't listen to her," Kurt said, glaring at Santana from across the table. "I just know how bored you are when I drag you along to the mall, and it will only be a thousand times worse if you come today."

"Yeah, okay," Sam said, forcing a smile for his boyfriend.

"Besides, I promise to take all my new outfits and give you a fashion show tonight," Kurt said. "A very private fashion show," he added in a breathy whisper.

"Well if you put it that way," Sam said, blushing deeply as his pants tightened considerably. He leaned over and gave his boyfriend a lingering kiss on the neck, making Kurt giggle.

"Aww," all the girls (and Blaine) gushed at the romantic scene.

"Gag," Santana said, stabbing fiercely at her salad.

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"Kurt!" Stevie and Stacy Evans exclaimed as they opened the door.

"Well hello, Miss Stacy," Kurt said, leaning down and giving Stacy a kiss on each cheek. "Sir Stevie," he said, tickling Stevie's stomach.

"Are those presents for us?" Stevie said excitedly, eyeing the bags Kurt had clutched in each hand.

"These?" Kurt said, twirling the bags in his hand. "No, these are just boring old clothes I got at the store today."

"Oh," Stevie said disappointedly.

"Oh, but these," Kurt said, lifting a couple of smaller bags out of the bigger ones, "I don't remember getting these…" He made sure the Disney logo on each bag was displayed prominently, sending Stevie and Stacey into hysterics.

"Ahhhh!" they screamed, jumping up and trying to grab the bags from Kurt.

"And I don't really care for Disney, so I guess I could give these to you guys, if you really want them," Kurt said, enjoying their anxiety.

"Pleeease!" Stevie yelled, jumping up and down, his mop of blond hair flailing wildly with him.

"Please, Kurt!" Stacy begged, tugging at the coattails of Kurt's sweater.

"Okay, since you two were so polite," Kurt acquiesced. He bent down and right when the bag was at their height they snatched it out of his hands and proceeded to rip it open. He couldn't help but smile at their squeals of delight once they found what lie inside.

Stacy pulled out a pink princess costume and various stuffed animals and a copy of Tangled and The Little Mermaid on DVD while Stevie pulled out a plastic sword and a stuffed dragon's head that he could wear as a hat and a copy of Aladdin and Peter Pan on DVD as well.

"What do we have here?" Sam asked as he descended the steps of his house. He saw his little brother and sister trying on their new costumes and smirked as he realized Kurt had come bearing gifts for them yet again. "You know, I'm their brother and I don't even buy them half as much stuff as you do," Sam said, kissing Kurt once he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"They're kids," Kurt shrugged. "They should be spoiled while they're relatively young to enjoy it. Besides, I'm only responsible for the costumes. The DVDs are courtesy of Santana and her…five-fingered discount."

"You stole those DVDs?" Sam asked, aghast at his usually straight-laced boyfriend's devious behavior.

"Not me! Santana! By the time she showed them to me we were already halfway home," Kurt said. "I figure it's her way of apologizing for what she said at lunch."

"Funny, she never felt the need to apologize for the things she said when we were dating," Sam said, trailing off as he helped Stacy put on her princess costume.

"Well, she may have felt particularly guilty for the things she said today, especially after I got Mercedes to threaten to punch her boobs so hard her implants exploded," Kurt said.

"And that worked?" Sam asked, surprised that Santana would be at all scared of Mercedes.

"That and I got Brittany to hold back her sweet-lady kisses if she didn't apologize," Kurt smirked. "All it took was a Cinnabon and she was like a puppet and I was holding the strings."

Standing up once he was done helping Stacy he wrapped his hands around his boyfriend's waist and kissed him. "You're the best." Kurt smiled at the compliment.

"Eww," Stacy said seeing them kiss, "don't kiss Sam, he's got cooties."

"I'll save you, Kurt," Stevie said, whacking his brother on the leg with his sword.

"Ow! Dude!" Sam said, yanking the sword from his brother's grasp. "When you're older I'm so going to interrupt your alone time with your boyfriend and/or girlfriend."

Stevie stuck his tongue out at his brother, fighting the urge to kick him in the shin. Seeing the tears well in his eyes at his toy being taken away Kurt bent down and lifted Stevie in his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. Stevie buried his face in Kurt's shoulder, enjoying the comforting gesture.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to compete with an eight year old stealing my boyfriend," Sam said, his arms crossed in mock anger.

"You can't," Kurt teased, rocking Stevie back and forth in his arms. "Stevie's stolen my heart."

After a few minutes of this Sam saw the sleepy look in Stevie's eyes and announced it was time for bed.

"No!" whined Stacy, while Stevie was too tired to argue.

"Yes!" sang Sam, lifting Stacy from the floor into one arm then gently grabbing Stevie from Kurt into the other arm, allowing the countertenor to grab his shopping bags. He followed Sam and his siblings up the stairs, depositing his bags in Sam's room before accompanying him to the twin's room to tuck them in.

Kurt took Stacy from Sam and helped dress her down, making sure to leave her princess dress hanging where the young girl could keep an eye on it from her bed. Meanwhile Sam leaned down and tucked Stevie in, wiping the teary track marks from his cheeks. Stevie opened his eyes when Sam kissed him on the forehead, and gasped in excitement when Sam took the sword and laid it carefully next to his little brother. Stevie whispered a grateful thank you before reaching out to hug Sam good night. The two switched beds, Sam now tucking Stacy in and Kurt kissing Stevie goodnight.

Once they were done they retired to Sam's room, an exhausted Sam flopping down onto his bed. "I wish they slept all day," Sam said, stretching his aching muscles. "It's bad enough I've got my own football practice to go to, but then I have to go and help coach their soccer team, too, and then once they get home I have to shower them and feed them and clean up after them, and help them with their homework, and then do my homework, and of course they never keep still or stop fighting unless the TV's on, and they always want to watch different things but get upset when they're not together. Ugh, when will death come?" he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the relaxing feeling that accompanied this small act. Feeling the mattress sink next to him he pulled Kurt's body close, opening his eyes in surprise when his hand met the warm unclothed skin of his boyfriend.

"When did this happen?" Sam asked, staring down at his boyfriend who was clad solely in a pair of very tight red briefs.

"While you were busy complaining about having the most adorable little brother and sister in the world," Kurt said. "Do you like?" he asked, gesturing down to his sizeable groin.

"I love," Sam said, trailing his hands down to Kurt's crotch.

"I was referring to the underwear," Kurt said, though he didn't move Sam's hand. "I promised you a fashion show, remember?"

"I thought by fashion show you meant clothes and scarves and junk," Sam said, breathing in the sweet scent of Kurt's skin and kissing him gently behind his ear.

"I did buy 'clothes and scarves and junk'," Kurt mocked. "But I figured you'd be bored with that and want to get to the good stuff."

"You know me so well," Sam breathed, slipping his hand under the tight fabric and grasping Kurt's semi-hard manhood. Kurt groaned, eternally grateful that his quarterback boyfriend's calloused hands were used to gripping hard, firm things.

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"You'll be over tomorrow, right?" Sam asked, his head resting on Kurt's chest, his fingers lazily tracing circles around Kurt's belly button.

"Actually I have some stuff to do at home," Kurt said as he ran his hands through Sam's flaxen hair, scratching gently at the scalp. "But you and the kids could come over, it shouldn't take that long."

"Alright," Sam agreed, pressing a kiss to Kurt's chest before getting up and getting dressed. "What do you have to do?" he asked as he pulled on a shirt.

"I promised Puck I'd help him with his Spanish, and Finn invited himself along to the tutoring session since we live together now and it would be, quote, 'Like, totally unfair for you to help out Puck and not your caring, loving brother who made you Easy Mac'."

"Oh," Sam said quietly, getting to his feet still clad in nothing but a shirt and searching for his underwear.

"I know," Kurt agreed, pulling on his own underwear and pulling out his makeup compact and fixing his hair as best he could in the tiny circular mirror. "And he burned the Easy Mac! I didn't even know you could burn stuff in the microwave."

"No, it's just," Sam said as he struggled to get on his underwear. Kurt would have helped him, but he'd probably just end up ripping it off and going another round, and they had to get dressed because Sam's parents would be home any minute. "I don't think I can make it."

"What?" Kurt asked, snapping his compact shut. "Why?"

"I just remembered I have to – ," Sam began.

"You remembered nothing," Kurt accused. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" Sam hated being cornered. He was never good at it when Quinn or Santana did it to him, and it was a thousand times worse with Kurt because he liked Kurt a lot more than he had the other girls, so it made lying to him that much harder.

"It's weird, with Puck and Finn there," Sam muttered. Kurt had to strain his ears to hear him but he heard him nonetheless.

"What are you talking about? We're in glee club with them all the time," Kurt said.

"Yeah, and they ignore me in glee club, too," Sam said.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, more concerned than curious now. He turned to where Sam was standing and asked him to explain. Sam looked away pointedly, turning his back to Kurt and fumbling with his jeans.

"I don't know, it's stupid," Sam sighed, pulling his jeans on. He heard the unmistakable sound of his garage door opening and saw the flash of lights as his parents' car pulled up into the driveway. "Shit! They're home," he exclaimed, as he hurriedly zipped himself up and urged Kurt to get dressed. He ran down to greet them, hoping to buy Kurt some time to slip down the back stairwell into the living room. Kurt dressed quickly, wondering all the while what his stupid brother and that even stupider walking-STD had done to upset his boyfriend.

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"Explain yourselves," Kurt demanded. He was standing in front of Finn and Puck's epic game of Call of Duty, making sure to block the TV. He had his arms crossed and his hip cocked, his best bitch face on as he stared threateningly at the two. Neither of them noticed, however; instead they tried in vain to push him away, angering him even more.

Kurt bent down and searched for the main power outlet. Before they could stop him he yanked the chord to the PS3 and the boys groaned in annoyance.

"Dude! What the eff?" Puck screamed.

"Kurt! We were playing!" whined Finn.

"And now you're listening," Kurt said. "Now spill. What did," he said, pausing between each word and flicking each one of them on the forehead, "you two idiots do to Sam?"

"Oww!" Finn said, rubbing his forehead angrily.

"Aargh! I don't know what's worse, the pain or knowing I can't do anything to my attacker!" cried Puck as he squirmed around on the floor. Kurt walked over to Puck and placed his steel toed boot carefully over Puck's crotch while grabbing Finn's ear and twisting it a quarter of an inch.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Finn yelped, his body rising as Kurt continued twisting.

"Dude, wha- what are you doing?" asked an alarmed Puck once he saw Kurt's boot and how close it was to his very delicate home entertainment center.

"Tell me what happened that made Sam uncomfortable around you guys," Kurt demanded, twisting Finn's ear again and ignoring his screams.

"Ahh! Don't tell him!" Finn yelled between cries.

"Spill it, Puckerman, or I squash your corn nuts into dust," Kurt threatened, putting the slightest amount of pressure on Puck's crotch. Puck squealed in terror and tried to lift Kurt's foot off.

"Okay! Okay! I give! Don't hurt my PuckNuggets!" he yelled. Kurt let go of Finn's ear and let him slump pathetically to the ground while he stepped on Puck's groin a little bit, making the mohawked boy nearly faint in terror. Once Kurt removed his boot Puck clutched his ball sac, guarding it from future attack.

"What happened?" Kurt asked again, staring down on the two terrified boys in anger.

"It was when we went fishing with your old man," Puck explained. Kurt figured it happened then; it was the last time the three of them had been together. "Your boy was acting all weird so me and Finn froze him out. No big deal."

"'Froze him out'?" Kurt said, shocked. "You ignored Sam for a nearly six hour fishing trip?"

"It wasn't just me, it was Finn and your dad, too," Puck said.

"I'll deal with my dad later," Kurt said, wondering in what way he could terrorize a man with a heart condition. "But you two are in for it."

"It wasn't our fault! He was all weird and goofy and stuff," Finn said, still rubbing his throbbing ear.

"You're 'weird and goofy and stuff'," Kurt shot back. "Why was it so different with him?"

"Dude, he made his fish talk," Puck said, as if it explained it all. Kurt eyed him, waiting for him to finish his explanation. Once he realized that was it he only got madder.

"That's it? He made the fish he caught talk?" Kurt said, trying to control his voice.

"In an English accent!" Finn added. "Talking about Time Lords and Retardis machines or something," he added confusedly.

"It's called a T.A.R.D.I.S. and he was referring to a very popular British show called Dr. Who," Kurt explained.

"Who?" Finn asked.

"Dr. Who," Kurt said again.

"Dr. What?" Puck asked, genuinely lost.

"No, Dr. Who," Kurt clarified.

"Mr. Who?" Finn asked, resisting the urge to scratch his head in wonder because Kurt said it made him look like a baboon, which he looked up later and found out was a kind of monkey.

"Okay, we're not playing that anymore," Kurt said, wanting nothing more than to punch each boy in the face (with an open palm, like a lady). "And you two are making it up to Sam."

"What? We didn't even do anything!" Finn whined.

"You ignored him, on a six hour fishing trip he probably didn't even want to go on but only agreed to because he wanted to make a good impression with my dad," Kurt said. "And it wasn't because he did something inexcusable like pee in the lake," he said, looking at Puck, "or wear flannel and stripes," he said, looking this time to Finn. Both boys looked down, ashamed at being called out on their past misdeeds. "You froze him out because he was trying to be funny and get you guys to laugh. It's hard enough for him making friends, what with being new to the school and committing social suicide because some idiot convinced him to join glee club," he said, looking at a red-faced Finn, "without the people he considers his friends turning his back on him."

"Fine," Finn said, "we'll apologize."

"Not good enough," Kurt said, his arms crossed and his eyes hardened to the pouty faces of Puck and Finn.

"I'm not going out of my way to make it up to the kid," Puck said. "He's lucky I'm even gonna apologize."

"You'll do it or I'm not going to go with you anymore when you get tested at the free clinic," Kurt threatened. Finn looked to Puck confusedly.

"Even badasses need someone to hold their hand when they get scared," Puck shrugged. "Fine, I'll do it," he said, cursing Kurt and his stupid boyfriend.

"And you'll do it," Kurt said to Finn, who hadn't objected but whom Kurt wanted to threaten anyway in case he did, "or you'll have to find someone else to bring you warm milk when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep." At this Puck cast a disparaging look at Finn.

"He got me hooked when he was going to Dalton," Finn said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"And you'll both do it whole-heartedly or the entire school finds out you accompanied me to get mani-pedi's this past weekend," Kurt said with finality.

"You swore you'd never tell!" Finn said, rising to his feet in objection.

"Dude, I didn't even want to go! You forced me!" Puck said defiantly.

"No one forced you to enjoy it, Puck," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. "I saw how you couldn't stop rubbing your feet when they were done pumicing the reptile scales off."

"Aargh! Having a gay little best-step-brother-in-law is worse than having a million little sisters," Puck cried as he flopped backwards onto Finn's bed, Finn joining him in exasperation.

"You love me," Kurt assured him, sitting between the two boys, pinching Puck's cheek a little harder than he had to. "You both do," he said as he pinched Finn's cheek as well. "And you'll do as I say or each of your mother's will hear of it, and let's face it, they like me a lot more than they like either of you." Both boys grunted their agreement with this last statement.

"What do we have to do?" Finn dared to query as he rubbed his now sore cheek.

"You're both going fishing with Sam and my dad, again," Kurt said. "And I'm coming along to make sure you're both on your best behavior"

"You? Fishing?" Puck scoffed at the idea of Kurt Hummel in a green vest with fishing lures on his pockets and the smell of dead fish on his clothes.

"Yes. Me. Fishing," Kurt assured them. "This weekend."

"Wait, are you making breakfast?" Finn asked brightly.

"Yes, I suppose I will," Kurt said, rubbing his temples at his brother's one track mind.

"I meant now," Finn clarified, his stomach rumbling happily at the thought of breakfast in the afternoon. "Are you going to make breakfast now?"

Kurt resisted the urge to grab a pillow and suffocate Finn, saving the world from his hunger, and instead walked out of the room without a word, going to call Sam and inform him of this weekend's plans.

A/N: So there it is. Hope you liked it and found it at the very least a distraction from your chaotic or dull everyday lives.

As always, I love you guys and thanks for reading and reviewing!