Sam's Prom Queen.

Needless to say, Sam and Santana were finito. Just like that, his bid to be on top of the McKinley High School heap was through. But Sam wasn't nearly as upset as he should be about that. The only thing bringing him down was how happy Kurt was - well, no, not that. He liked seeing Kurt happy. The problem was, he barely saw Kurt anymore. They didn't need clothes between them now - for one, Finn's clothes suited Sam much better. The Broaden Sam's Fashion Horizons Cause (as Kurt called it) had failed. Sure, Kurt stopped by once in a while since they were friends, but it was noticeably less since that stupid night when Blaine finally realized what everyone else had already known. Sam had managed to stop sitting outside of his hotel room listening for Kurt's familiar, jaunty footsteps on the gravel, but it still bothered him.

The last time he'd seen Kurt, dude had fluttered at him, babbling about persuading Blaine to go to McKinley's prom. Sam had barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. Everything out of Kurt's mouth these days was about Blaine - it made his stomach roll. And persuading? Kurt wouldn't have had to ask him twice. Sam had kept all of this to himself as Kurt went on, finally interrupting him when he couldn't take it anymore. He'd told Kurt who was taking him to prom.

"That's amazing, Sam! Now, I know you'll treat my girls well," he'd said,"but I want you to be especially good to Mercedes at prom. All she's ever wanted for prom is for some guy to tell her she looks beautiful and ask her to dance. Make her dreams come true."

It seemed like Kurt wanted to make everybody's dreams come true lately. It made Sam grit his teeth, but Sam had done as he was told. Even now, after fulfilling Mercedes' dream, he sat by her side at their table. She was speaking to him, and he didn't really know what she was saying.

After his fifth non-response, Mercedes huffed.

"Alright, spill."

Sam turned to Mercedes and clutched her hand. He kissed it, and she lifted her eyebrow at him.

"And please don't try to play me. I know that look on your face - I had the same look on mine last year." She shook her head. "I thought Kurt was crazy."

"What?"

"He told me you might be g-"

"I'm not gay," Sam mumbled for her ears only.

"Oh. Is that why you've been looking at Kurt all night?"

Sam really looked at Mercedes now. She hit him with a knowing glance, and Sam dropped his head into his hands. Mercedes rubbed his back and leaned towards him with a soft smile on her face.

"You gonna come out now or do I have to drag you?"

It wasn't funny to him at all, but he couldn't stop the little smile from interrupting his pouting. He didn't need to be dragged out. He was not gay - he really had cared for Quinn. Wanted her. Yeah, he was a dork, okay? A total and complete geek. He could admit it now. But even he wouldn't have gone to the extremes he had just for popularity's sake. So that made him, what?

"Bi," he said softly, exploring the new descriptor on his tongue. Mercedes leaned in even closer, and he said it again, stronger this time. She nodded, and Sam was happy that the conversation seemed to stop there. He didn't really want to get into it right now.

"So..are you gonna dance with him?"

Sam groaned. "What? No."

Mercedes rolled her eyes at him, then grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. He half-heartedly resisted as she drew him onto the dance gloor, closer and closer to the crowned Kurt and Blaine. They were dancing in an embrace, but Kurt pulled away as he saw Mercedes and Sam drawing near. He gave Mercedes a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and suddenly they were all dancing in a circle. The important part was that he was facing Kurt. Still high of of his prom victory, Kurt shimmied to the music and Sam imagined that Kurt's eyes took on a flirty tone as he twirled. It was almost like they were at prom together – the only two people on the dance floor.

"This is awesome!" Sam leaned into Kurt as he spoke. You're awesome.

"Surprisingly, yes!" Kurt beamed. "I'm the queen, I'm having fun and dancing with three of my favorite people!"

Sam was an awful dancer, and he knew it. He had a few moves that he was proud of and the rest, he gave it his best shot. In that instant, he hopped onto his tip toes and threw a fist in the air. He danced like there was no one there to laugh at the perpetual new kid. His heart danced along in a similar fashion, embracing his excitement at being called one of Kurt's favorite people. Happy that he was important to the boy that he had come to love.

Kurt twirled again, and Sam almost grabbed his hand to turn him. Then, Blaine's arm came out of nowhere and he was the one controlling Kurt's twirl, the recipient of Kurt's radiance. Sam stepped forward, mouth open to protest until Mercedes swept him up and reminded him of reality. Kurt was with this smooth performer, someone who you just looked at and knew was smart. Under the light of the disco ball, both boys' dark hair gleamed. They were probably dressed really cool, too. Sam touched his own bolo tie and dyed hair, happy heart shriveling. Mercedes squeezed his middle and he hid his hurt behind a small smile. She patted his shoulder as a slow song began, and he wrapped his arms around her, taking comfort from her embrace.

"Don't worry, Sam," she cooed. "You made my dreams come true tonight. Now, I'm not gonna do anything to hurt Kurt – he's been through a lot and he deserves to be happy. He's happy with Blaine."

Sam nodded, resigned. The words stung, but they were true. Even now, Kurt swayed in Blaine's arms with the widest smile on his face.

"But that don't mean I won't do what I can to put you in a position to make yours come true one day." Sam smiled down at her, awed and touched. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

Kurt Hummel, prom queen. Well, there were worse titles. And tonight had been far from the worst. He'd slow danced with his boyfriend multiple times, and it'd been spectacular. Except that last time – he'd been all eyes on Sam and Mercedes. At first, he thought it was odd that they were slow dancing together. It wasn't as if they'd ever said two words to one another before, and suddenly they were laughing and sharing smiles...well, it was always strange when one's good friends started dating. That's how he explained away his vaguely unsettled feelings about them. Their last dance had seemed sad – Sam looking bereft somehow, even as Mercedes tried to comfort him. It had put a small damper on Kurt's own night, and he spent the last dance watching the couple circle slowly. He loved Mercedes, but she had always been a blunt person. Had she said something to him? Had something happened with his family? It barely registered when Blaine gave him a sneaky peck in the semi-darkness, and Kurt was too busy contemplating Sam's face to notice Blaine's curious frown.

Now Kurt and his beau walked to Kurt's car hand in hand, an extra skip in Kurt's step. "What a fantastic night."

"I agree," Blaine said. "No one got hurt. Although I hadn't expected my song choice to be quite so accurate."

Kurt tilted his head at Blaine in confusion. "How so?"

One of Blaine's eyebrows hiked on his face, and Kurt couldn't help thinking that it was more than due for a trim. "It's probably nothing. Just feeling a bit territorial, I guess. Are you sure Sam's straight?"

Kurt's face contorted in disbelief as they stopped beside his car. Okay, there had been a time when he'd questioned Sam himself, but this was insane. He must have drove off of the deep end in the past few weeks. First Rachel, then the entire Glee Club and now his own boyfriend! He'd thought Blaine was above all of that.

"Certain as the sun rises in the east," Kurt said, his feathers clearly ruffled. He turned from Blaine and got into his truck, starting the car as Blaine hopped into the passenger seat.

"It's just...he was looking at you, almost all night."

Really? Kurt tamped down the excitement that had bubbled up in him, eyes focused on the road as he drove. "You're crazy."

"I'm not. And you spent our last dance watching his last dance."

Kurt sighed. "I was concerned, Blaine. He looked upset, and he is a friend."

"Artie was missing all night and you barely noticed!"

Kurt's hands tightened on the wheel. "You know it's different, Blaine." Blaine crossed his arms and studied Kurt as he drove. "How so?"

How so? How could Blaine turn his own question on him? Kurt glanced at Blaine from the corner of his eye, shocked at how hard it was for him to answer that question. Because he knew things about Sam before others knew them. Because Sam confided in him, trusted him. They had shared clothes! They had shared more than clothes. Yet he couldn't articulate any of this to Blaine, and guilt crept up his spine as he tried.

This was ridiculous – he had nothing to feel guilty about. But what if Blaine thought... Kurt stopped the car with a jerk. He turned to Blaine with his arms folded. "Do you think I'm cheating on you? With a straight boy?"

Blaine sighed at Kurt's deceptively soft tone. "No. It just seems like Sam was being a little friendlier than necessary."

"He always is," Kurt snapped. "That's just Sam." Then something occurred to Kurt, and a giant smile spread across his face. "Are you jealous, Blaine Warbler?"

Blaine scoffed, and Kurt laughed. "That's cute."

"Hey! That's my line," Blaine quipped as Kurt took his hands. "Blaine, you're my boyfriend. I am honored that you came to prom with me, it was very brave. And trust me. I don't want anyone else."

He leaned in to kiss Blaine. It should have been a magical kiss to end a magical night, but Kurt felt little more than comfort as the kiss came to an end. He hid his dismay behind a bright smile and started his truck up again, driving them home. And his double helping of guilt? Well, that was soon forgotten beneath their light hearted account of the night's events.