Sam's (Not-So) Sexy.

Kurt was having the time of his life. The warblers were always practicing, but they also believed in having lots of "teambuilding" time. Tonight's practice was one of those - pizza and movie night. Kurt wasn't too thrilled about the movie they were watching, but he loved that he was cuddling (okay, just sitting very close with) Blaine on one of the couches in the warbler's practice room, commenting on the fashions and foibles of the film.

"Could that cop be any hotter?"

Kurt had been about to reply that yes, he could, when there was a knock at the door. Wes asked Kurt to answer it. Kurt rolled his eyes at the back of Wes's head, but he tapped Blaine on the shoulder and gave Blaine what he hoped was a flirty look before practically skipping to the door. He was looking over his shoulder at Blaine as he opened the door, which justified at least 30% of his surprise when he heard Sam's voice.

"Hi. That'll be seventy-five-"

Kurt watched Sam pale and decided that he was doing the same thing. He crowded Sam out of the doorway - which was difficult on Sam, lugging around six pizzas - and slipped out with him, shutting the door quietly.

"Sam, what are you doing here?"

Sam flushed. "Delivering pizzas."

"But why? This isn't some crazy scheme to try to get my advice, is it?"

Sam made a face and shook his head. "No." Sam ran a hand down his face, a move that Kurt was very familiar with. His dad did that a lot after particularly hard work days...or when something was bothering him. Sam looked away as Kurt's eyes searched for his, and Kurt frowned.

"Just a job, that's all."

Kurt continued watching Sam avoid eye-contact. He reached out and put eighty dollars in Sam's empty hand. He kept his hand on the money as Sam stared at it, the whole world in his eyes. Slowly, Sam's hand curled over the money, over Kurt's. He looked at Kurt head on, eyes hungry and tired. Kurt shivered a little at the look and reached out to put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Sam?" He asked quietly.

He should be in there, carefree and building the flirty foundation of his romance with Blaine. Instead, he once again found himself listening to Sam's very serious problem. Sam slumped up against a wall, tears in his eyes as he told Kurt about his family's troubles. All the while, Kurt kept his hand in Sam's.

"Is everything alright out here?"

Blaine and David stood in the doorway. Kurt nodded at them, then started.

"I'm sorry - I completely forgot about the pizza!" He managed to give them a smile as Sam turned his head away. "I just, ah, need a minute out here. Do you mind?"

Both warblers carried the pizzas in, and Kurt's attention was back to Sam.

"That's awful, Sam. I'm so sorry."

Sam shrugged, blinking away his tears. "It's okay. Not your fault." Sam looked down and chuckled.

"You didn't kick my family out. You didn't tell me to date Santana. You did tell me to wine and dine Quinn, thought."

Kurt almost rolled his eyes, but of course Sam would want to change the subject. Kurt let him have his pride and flowed smoothly into the new conversation.

"While I was buzzed and half-crazy for no reason."

Sam shrugged and shared his date with Kurt, too. Kurt quietly told him the details of Quinn's folly last year, and Sam groaned. Kurt squeezed Sam's hand and couldn't even think of anything to say. There really wasn't anything he could say to this. He felt terrible. Sam had been in his predicament even before Rachel's party, and Kurt had yelled at him for being insensitive.

"You're very brave," Kurt managed. "and a little crazy. The lengths that you've gone to get back Quinn are admirable."

Sam acknowledged Kurt, some tiny happiness showing in his eyes.

"But she obviously hasn't gotten the message, Sam. And Santana was right, she cheated on you. Maybe you really should let it go. Give her some space." Kurt frowned. "Not literally. Maybe she'll come back to you. That's what you'd like, isn't it?"

Sam looked down at their clasped hands, and as he looked into Kurt's eyes, Kurt could have sworn that m was answering his rhetorical question with uncertainty. Strange, but Kurt squeezed Sam's hand again and let go, leaving the money in his hand. Sam went to get change, but Kurt stopped him.

"Don't worry about it, please." He waited for Sam to nod, and then he smiled.

"Good. The warblers definitely aren't hurting for money. And let me know if you need anything, Sam."

He patted Sam on the shoulder before going back to the festivities. Kurt was in a very calm mood, and felt a bit jarred as he joined Blaine on the couch again. Blaine bit into his slice and contemplated his far-away friend.

"Kurt? Was Sam our delivery guy?"

"Mmhmm," Kurt murmured.

"What took you so long?"

For the first time since Valentine's Day, Kurt was annoyed with Blaine. It didn't make sense; it wasn't Blaine's fault. He'd just had a moment with a friend, and Blaine didn't know that. Still, Kurt was hard pressed to answer Blaine's inquiry. He just shrugged and got up to get a slice of pizza.