This is a little shorter than I would have liked, but it felt right to end it there. I feel like I ought to warn you that after this chapter, there is going to be some angst as the summer ends and Dean comes back from hell. Also, the chapters will probably be longer in length as the story because my original idea for this wasn't when they were together, but when they were apart. I just had to set everything up. Anyway, thanks for reading!

The Transiency of Love

By Koinaka

Please let me forget
all those sweet smiles
all of the passion
all of the heat, the peace, the pain
all those blue skies
where your words were my freedom
Don't-Jewel

Chapter Two
How They Came Together

One date became two and then three. Before Kurt even knew what was happening, he and Sam were spending nearly every waking moment together. Not that Kurt had any complaints because he certainly didn't, but there were some things that bothered him. Like how even after all of the time they spent together, Sam never talked about his family—beyond saying that they were all dead—and he never ever talked about his life before he came to Lima. Kurt respected his right to privacy to a certain extent, but he would be lying if he wasn't bothered by the secrecy. But every time he brought it up, though, Sam would pull him close and kiss him, or run his fingers through Kurt's hair in a way that Kurt always pretended to hate but secretly loved. The end result was always the same: Kurt would let it go.

Another thing they didn't talk about was Sam leaving.

After the first date, Kurt hadn't expected to see him again, but then the next morning, Kurt had opened his front door to find Sam standing there, nervously shuffling from one foot to another, his eyes taking in everything—the perfectly maintained yard, the garden, the sign on the front door proclaiming the house to be the residence of the Hummel-Hudson's.

"I don't know why I'm here," he confessed. "I shouldn't be here. I should be halfway across Indiana now." He ran his hands through his shaggy hair. "Only the entire time I was driving all I could think about was how I didn't get to do this."

Before Kurt had time to respond, though, Sam was pushing him against the front door and pressing his lips against his. There was something about the way he kissed Kurt. It was desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of Kurt, as if he thought that Kurt would disappear in front of him. They parted briefly—only long enough for them to tumble into the house and for Kurt to lead him upstairs into his room.

As they stood there across from each other, a million things were going through Kurt's head. The most prominent being what was he thinking inviting a boy—no a man, because Sam was several years older than him—he hardly knew into his house, into his room. His parents were gone, yes, but Finn was asleep down the hall,

And then Sam kissed him again, and anything that did not involve Sam's mouth on his mouth or his hands all over his body didn't matter.

Afterward, when they were entwined so closely together that you couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began, Kurt's only regret was that he knew Sam would eventually leave, and he didn't know if he would be able to bear it when he did.

But Sam never did leave. He stayed, and it didn't take long for him to become integrated into the Hummel-Hudson clan. He got a job at the garage when it turned out he was much more proficient at car maintenance than Finn who Burt had hired for the summer, and he had a standing invitation to dinner which he took advantage of often.

As the summer progressed, they settled into a comfortable routine. They spent mornings in bed together before heading to the shop. After work, they would go to Kurt's house where they would play video games with Finn, or sometimes watch a movie. Then they would either stay for dinner, or they would go out. Sam had an awful affinity for greasy diner food which Kurt allowed him to indulge with only the occasional remark about how unhealthy it was. Sam took it in stride though, and would always pretend he didn't notice when Kurt stole a fry every now and then.

They spent most nights together in the tiny apartment that Sam had rented. To call it a hovel would have been a compliment. The only furniture it had was a bed and a rickety dining room set that they had rescued from the dumpster behind the shop, but it was a place for Sam to call home, and Kurt loved it—if only for the permanence it represented. When Sam had moved into it, Kurt had spent the better part of a weekend cleaning it from top to bottom, but in the end, it was still little better than the rundown motel he had been staying in before.

Little by little, Kurt's stuff migrated from his dad's house until he was all but living with Sam. This had caused some problems with his dad, who on top of having difficulty dealing with the fact that Kurt was an adult now thought that things between Kurt and Sam were moving a little too quickly for his comfort. It also led to his and Sam's first fight.

"I can't believe how ridiculous you're being. You have no idea how good you have it," Sam said. Kurt had been ranting for several minutes about rules and inappropriateness and how unfair it all was.

"Excuse me?"

"You have a father who loves you—a family who loves you. I would give anything—anything—to have what you have." He heaved a heavy sigh. "Maybe your dad is right. Maybe we are moving a little too fast."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Kurt's voice was calm and even, though he felt far from either because the very thought of Sam breaking up with him made him ache.

Sam was quiet for a long time. "I don't know, Kurt. It just doesn't make sense—us being together. We hardly even know each other. I mean, you know nothing about what my life has been like, the things I've gone through."

Kurt recoiled as if slapped at Sam's words. "Only because you won't tell me! How many times have I tried to get to know you? If I don't know anything about you or the things I've gone through it's because you don't want me to know!

You know what I think, Sam Winchester? I think you're a coward. You don't want to be with me? Fine. But don't hide behind my father's apprehensions about our relationship. Don't say that I don't know what your life has been like when the only reason I don't know is because you are terrified to let me in."

His chest was heaving when he finished, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"Maybe you're right," Sam said quietly. "Maybe I am a coward, but I do want to be with you, and yeah it scares me. It scares the hell out of me."

He reached out and pulled a stiff Kurt into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. They stayed like that for a long time, neither one speaking, until finally Kurt felt Sam let out a shuddering breath against the side of his neck. "I want to be with you, but there are just things that I can't tell you."

Kurt moved around until he was straddling Sam. He studied him for several long minutes before finally nodding.