Sam was anxiously waiting on the outside of the Hummel's home.
"Oh, Mom, I hope he doesn't judge me for being too –"
She was cut off when Burt opened the door.
"BURT!" Anna exclaimed and dropped her bags to give him a hello hug.
"How have you been?" Burt welcomed, "Oh, and Sam…you're so...pretty!" He turned to Anna and muttered, "is it okay that I called her pretty?"
"It's fine," Sam said, hearing him. I mean, she couldn't blame him. She was pretty butch for a girl. She had shoulder length messy hair, bangs, and she was wearing a huge denim workshirt and grey ripped skinny jeans. She also had Ray Ban Wayfarer eyeglasses and scuffed up Chuck Taylor Converses. Sam saw herself as an individual, as different. She loved sports, but she also loved music. They were both equal parts of her life. As a little girl, she took ballet classes, but as her interests changed, she started to take hip hop and other dances that didn't require her to run around in a tutu or dance with a guy. Sam considered herself like a tomboy/hipster. But in this small town in Ohio, she suddenly felt self concious and weird. When Anna and Sam went to go register for William McKinley high school, Sam felt as if people were staring at her. Back in Philadelphia, no one stared at her. Ever.
Sam took a deep breath and walked into the Hummel's home. She looked around and caught Kurt's gaze.
"Um, hi," Kurt said.
"Sup," Sam replied, while taking in this image of Kurt that wasn't quite so different than when she last saw him. Except he was more confident, more sure of himself. Like he knew exactly who he was.
"Why don't you two catch up?" Burt suggested. "Kurt, you can show Sam your room and where she's sleeping."
"O-okay," Kurt said, while still staring at Sam strangely. Sam tugged at her graphic tshirt awkwardly as Kurt led the way downstairs to his room.
"Wow, it's big," Sam observed.
"Yeah."
"Um, okay," Sam said, and set her stuff down. "So you're not different at all," she smiled.
"Yeah."
"Okay, what's your deal? Stop staring at me like that!" Sam finally shouted.
"I'm sorry…I just…you just…it's like you're the same, but…different. I can't put my finger on it."
"Well I'm still the same Sam," she said and sat down on the spare bed, "Except they kicked me off the football team when they saw my boobs start to grow."
Kurt laughed. "Well you still have a very flat chest, that's for sure."
After a quiet moment, Sam spoke up. "So…are you…did you…?"
Kurt looked at Sam inquisitively, and then realized what she was talking about suddenly. "Oh. Yeah. I'm gay," he said.
"That's what's different about you! I always knew it would happen, ever since you followed me to my ballet classes and insisted on taking my spot when I didn't like it anymore." Sam sighed, and reminisced. "Remember when we were kids and you used to come to my house and we would belt Queen songs at the top of our lungs?"
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed, remembering. After a pause, he said, "That's right, you had such a fantastic voice! Are you still singing?"
"Eh, a little. I don't do choirs or crap. You?"
"Um…well, I'm in the glee club at my school."
"Glee club? HA! Glee club is…" Sam saw the crestfallen look on Kurt's face, the look of disappointment and braced for hurtfulness. "Um, glee club is not my thing. It's cool that you like it I guess." Sam was used to speaking her mind, but for some reason she couldn't stand seeing Kurt look like that.
"I bet you still have a great voice," Kurt said, "We could use some new voices in New Directions if you ever…want to try out."
"Never gonna happen, but thanks for the offer."
"Okay. So are you…are you, y'know…"
"A lesbian? I know what you're thinking, and heck no I am not. Maybe a little bit of experimenting once or twice, but I'm not…interested in girls. Phew, I'm glad we got that over with. So, what's McKinley High School like?"