A/N: I know it's been a while. I'm studying abroad in Japan now, and I have the unfortunate suspicion I'll have a lot of free time to write now.

This chapter contains light smut. You have been warned.

"Hello?"

"So. You have a choice."

Kurt rolled his eyes despite being on the phone. "Thanks for the heads up. What's with the 'the-call-is-coming-from-inside-the-house' call?"

"Hey…I don't sound like that…besides we were like three when that movie came out."

"Well excuse me for being culturally knowledgeable."

Kurt heard Sam laugh on the other end. "Fine. Anyway, our date," Kurt could hear the smile in his voice. "You have a choice."

He could not stop himself from smiling in return. "Alright, so what are our options?"

"Well I knew I had to figure out something we could both do and enjoy—I mean, duh, right, but I know you have things you just won't do, so I thought and thought and came up with some stuff. I'll like it regardless 'cause it'll be our first date and you'll be there so it'll be great, so just tell me which date you wanna go on and we can do that and I hope you like it—,"

"Jesus, Sam, slow down! You've obviously worked yourself up over this way too much. You make me out like I'm an ungrateful ice queen you have to bend over backwards to please!"

"Well, if I really have to bend over to please you…"

"Oh my God, Sam. Okay, I was asking for that. But just tell me where we're going."

"Okay…well option one (this is the safe one): I figured you wouldn't mind something sappy and traditional, so we can have dinner together. I'd pick you up." Sam paused.

"And option two?"

"Um…okay option two is we go to a show together. The local theater's putting on Rent. I know this is more your thing, but I've actually seen this one! So we can totally go if you want. I didn't really figure out what comes after, though…"

"Hmm…not too shabby, Sam," Kurt teased. "It's a tough call, to be honest. Both sound great…but let's go with option one. I could go for a nice wine and dine."

"Okay! Great! So we have a real date set! How 'bout I pick you up tomorrow at 7?"

"Sounds lovely, Sam," Kurt said happily. "I'll see you tomorrow, then!"

"Bye, Kurt! I'm so excited!"

Kurt gave a genuine laugh. "Me too. Bye!"

Kurt put his phone down and then flopped backwards onto his bed with a sigh. At the sound of a creak, Kurt turned and saw his dad pass his room on his way downstairs. And just like that, the butterflies were replaced with knots. He hated to lie. He did not want to hurt him. With a dreadful groan, Kurt picked his phone back up.

Sam picked up on the first ring.

"Y—Yeah?"

Kurt sighed and said in a voice that dripped with misery, "I need to ask something of you, Sam. If we're going out."

"Well…sure. Anything. What is it?"

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Kurt yelled as he shot up from the couch.

"Kurt, I don't like this."

Burt came over to the door where Kurt had paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I know, Dad. But you're meeting him, aren't you?"

Sighing, Burt just waved at the door. Kurt took the cue and opened it. Sam was immediately revealed on the threshold smiling sheepishly.

"Sam?" Burt looked incredulously from his son to Sam and back again. "I guess he's not so undetermined anymore, then?"

The apprehension on Kurt's face disappeared as he laughed. "At least not with me. Sam, come in!"

Sam had to avoid Burt's raised eyebrows as he stepped in and said shyly, "Hi, Mr…Mr. Hummel."

"Call me Burt."

"Hi, Burt."

Kurt's head swiveled back and forth between the two with a strained, nervous smile. Burt cleared his throat. "So does anyone know about this?"

Kurt answered, "No. Not yet, anyway. It's kind of…new, after all. Let us break it to Finn, please."

"Sure. What about your folks?" He turned to Sam.

"Um, well they don't know anything about this. They just know I've been hanging out with Kurt a lot lately."

Burt gave the two boys a shrewd look. "That's right, you have been seeing each other all the time this summer."

Kurt cut across him, though. "I know we have, but nothing was going on. That's how this started, but—but it hadn't started yet. Why would I be revealing everything to you now?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Just calm down, Kurt. I know you make good choices." At this Kurt relaxed a little. "Okay, well," Burt paused to give the boys an appraising look, "I can't say I'm not surprised. And yeah, I won't lie; I don't like that your folks are in the dark, Sam. But I get it."

"…So?" Kurt encouraged hopefully.

"Go out and have a good time, Kurt. I know Sam already. And to be honest, I think he's a tad better than Bland." Sam shot Kurt a bashful grin and shuffled his feet self-consciously.

"Thank you, thank you!" Kurt rushed forward and gave his dad a quick hug. "I'm so glad this turned out well."

Burt raised his eyebrow. "Is there any reason it shouldn't have?"

"No, of course not!"

"Okay then. You boys be safe."

Kurt went for the door, but Sam seized the moment to speak up. "Hey, Mr. Humm—Burt, can I have a word?" Kurt shot him a confused look.

"Yeah, of course." Burt looked pleasantly surprised and he motioned for Sam to follow him into the other room. Kurt was left to mentally wring his hands and continue to clutch the doorknob as if it rooted him to sanity. Less than a minute later Sam came back smiling.

Talking over Kurt's questioning of what he was doing, Sam said "Let's go!" happily and grabbed Kurt's hand, and they left as Burt yelled at Kurt to have fun but not too much fun from the other room.

The two settled into Sam's car and Kurt turned to the other boy with an irritated look. Sam turned to him grinning ear to ear, but his face fell when he saw Kurt's face. "What's the matter?"

"I was feeling bad about telling you my dad had to know about this for us to go out, so why do I feel like I've had the wool pulled down over my eyes?"

Sam brightened considerably again and shrugged. "Oh, don't be like that. I just told him where we're going and gave him my number."

"So now you're hitting on my dad too?" Kurt said with a laugh. "Who's next, Finn?"

"Gross, dude." Sam mimed vomiting.

"Hey! Be nice. I had a thing for him once, you know."

Sam raised an eyebrow and motioned at himself. "Well, I mean, look at your taste."

"Shut up. You're anything but gross," Kurt said with an eyeroll while a smile flashed across Sam's face. "Where are we going, by the way?"

Sam started the car and started to pull out into the street. He was biting his lip in a poor attempt to hide a smile. Kurt was not amused.

"Sam."

"It's a surprise! Now be quiet!" Sam burst out and barely suppressed a laugh. Kurt felt him reach over and take his hand shakily. He resigned himself to Sam's shenanigans and contented himself with enjoying the trip with Sam's fingers interlaced with his.

Twenty minutes later, Kurt found himself wondering if it was going to become a habit of Sam's to spirit him away to places unknown every time they saw each other. He was parking the car at a park, this one much more lively and maintained than the wilderness he had pulled into a week earlier. Sam smiled excitedly at Kurt then removed his hand from his and got out of the car. Kurt opened his door wearily.

"Saaam. I hate surprises, you know."

His chauffeur had gotten into the trunk and craned his neck to look at him. "No way. Everyone hates bad surprises. This isn't a bad surprise, though!"

Kurt checked the car for dirt and then leaned against it with a sigh. He was beginning to seriously doubt Sam's ability to pull off a nice first date. "I thought we were going to dinner, anyway. We can't be eating here. What were those two choices even for?"

Sam walked up to Kurt with his arms crossed and the goofiest frown Kurt had ever seen. "Why are you whining?" he asked sadly. "Don't you have faith in tonight?"

"I never put much store in faith…" Kurt muttered. Sam just made a sound of disbelief and went back to the trunk. Kurt looked up when he came back a few seconds later.

"A picnic basket?"

Sam held it up with a grim face waiting for the verdict. "I gave you two options: dinner or a show. I never wanted you to pick, though."

"But you made me…?"

Sam bit his lip in that unsure way that unraveled Kurt every time. "Yeah. But I just wanted to surprise you. 'Cause actually you get both! Dinner and a show!"

"Wha—?"

"I checked in with Mercedes and she told me you didn't pay any attention to what the local theater was doing, so I had to do this! Kurt, they're performing on the outdoor stage here in the park! So I thought we could come here and have the best of both worlds."

Kurt immediately perked up. "Really? Oh my gosh, Sam, this will be so fun!" He dodged the basket in Sam's arms and hugged him around the neck, kissing him on the cheek.

Blushing furiously, Sam stammered in surprise, "So—so you actually like it?"

"Well we'll see how the night goes. But the odds are in your favor. I forgive you for surprising me." Sam laughed nervously, and Kurt got behind him and pushed him forward. "So come on, show me where our first date will be. Don't leave a girl in suspense too long!"

Cheered and relieved by Kurt's newfound enthusiasm, Sam led them to a grassy area away from the crowds waiting for the show where they could get a reasonable view of the production but where he thought they might not be distracted from each other. Kurt helped lay out the blanket ("But Your Majesty, what about your clothes?"), Sam laid out the spread ("Are you a cook? My God, I've won the lottery, haven't I?"), and the two boys settled into their first date.

"Can I put this away?" Sam asked later as he put the lid on a container.

"Yeah. You made way too much food."

"Nothing but the best," Sam replied with an almost sarcastic wink. He started to clear up the other food. "Have you noticed we haven't been paying attention to the show at all?"

Kurt laughed. "I know. We've had too much to grab our attention right here, I guess. I like this song, though," Kurt added distractedly and repositioned himself so that he was lying lengthwise on the blanket to watch the performers in the distance. After a minute, Sam got everything else in the basket and put it aside and then gingerly lay down behind Kurt, wrapping his arm around him. Kurt stiffened at first, but he relaxed and pressed back into Sam.

After a scene or two, Sam broke the silence. "So did I do good?"

"Are you kidding? You did really good."

"I was nervous," Sam admitted.

"Well," Kurt paused to gather his thoughts and find Sam's hand with his to give it a squeeze. He felt Sam's breath hitch when he held his hand. "You know, I think that's a good thing. All it shows is that you wanted me to like this. Which isn't a bad quality in a boyfriend." Kurt had said it before catching himself.

"Oh!" Sam cleared his throat quietly before mumbling, "Yeah, so, um…"

"I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry—," but Sam kept talking.

"So—so, are we boyfriends then? This is our first date."

Kurt took what felt like the longest minute in history to respond. "I think I'm okay with that. If you are, of course." He felt Sam tense. "See, you remember that fight Blaine and I had at the carnival right?"

Sam sighed. "Yeah…"

"Yeah. So, I want to be able to be comfortable with the person I care about in public. That's a big deal to me. But you're not out. Are you even gay? We've ended up caring a lot about each other, though. I don't really know what to do, to be honest."

"I don't know either. I don't know if I'm…gay. It feels weird for me to even say it, you know?" Kurt could tell how nervous Sam was. His voice shook a little. "I just…I like you, Kurt. I said that before, and it won't change. You are open with your life, so if I want to be a part of it, I have to be okay with the openness. I get it. I don't think it can happen overnight—,"

"I'm not asking it to."

"—but I can do that. It seems easy when I think of the reward."

"I don't want you to change your life for me. For anyone," Kurt implored.

"I'd change my life for myself. And…that's what I'd really be doing."

The two stayed silent for a few minutes then. Kurt slid back closer against Sam, and they both lay seemingly watching the show but in truth focused on each other. Kurt thought a lot about what he had said and what he wanted and what Sam had said. He could feel Sam's breath on the back of his neck. Kurt broke the silence. "So I guess that's it then. Unless you have any objections, we are o-fficially boyfriends." Sam's only outward response was to squeeze Kurt against him in a sort of sideways hug. It was a while again before either spoke.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch in the parking lot," Kurt said quietly.

Sam sighed and replied dismissively, "Yeah, well, I guess it comes with the territory."

"Well, it shouldn't, and I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

Kurt pulled Sam's hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. He wanted to just lie there with Sam more, but he wanted to talk more, too. He waited a minute before speaking again. "Is this weird, though?"

"This? I thought I did good." Sam sounded concerned.

"No, you did. But I mean, only a week ago we were just friends, and now we're cuddling with each other at a picnic complemented with showtunes—a very romantic picnic, I might add. So is this weird?"

"Kurt." There was a long pause before Sam answered. "We were never just friends." He wrapped his fingers around Kurt's hand under his own and gave it a squeeze. For a second it felt like Kurt was about to pull away from him, but he then turned his head around toward Sam's, and suddenly they were kissing. Sam was surprised by it and almost breathless from the intensity. Kurt was pressing into his mouth. Sam felt Kurt's tongue and he let him in. He felt his heart flutter, and he let out a gasp. Kurt giggled through their kiss, and Sam felt him smile against his face. Sam managed to get out a "Kurt…" who responded by removing his hand from Sam's and turning his body to face him. He pushed Sam onto his back and clutched at Sam's chest while returning to his lips. Sam felt Kurt bite his lip, and he jerked in pain, but it was the most electrifying, arousing sensation. He pulled Kurt fully onto him.

When he could feel Kurt against his body, when he could taste Kurt on his lips, Sam knew how right this was. He was surprised when Kurt took the initiative and he felt Kurt's hand under his shirt, but he was so enflamed he could hardly have wanted anything more in that moment. He brought one hand up and ran it over the back of Kurt's neck and through his hair. He had been fantasizing about this for so long he could not contain himself. Sam's hands found their way under Kurt's shirt.

Kurt grunted and grabbed at Sam's hair. He wrapped one arm around Sam's and felt him tensing as he bit a little too hard again. Sam moaned and ran his hands down Kurt's back. Panting, Kurt kissed at Sam's neck and grinded his hips into Sam's. He heard Sam whimper when he felt the physical evidence of just how turned on they both were, and Kurt felt him move his hands to his ass. Kurt groped for Sam's arm, and when he found it he moved Sam's hand down to his crotch and pressed his hips into Sam. Kurt heard a sharp intake of breath from Sam, who bucked into Kurt and then rolled him over onto his back.

Sam had Kurt in his embrace, with one hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair, the other on his pants. He massaged Kurt through his jeans and kissed him. Kurt arched his back and whimpered, and Sam moved his kisses down Kurt's neckline. Sam was not sure what he was doing, but he knew his way around his own body. He was nervous, but Kurt was enjoying it so physically and vocally that Sam felt shivers of arousal down his own body, and he upped his pace.

"Sam…" Kurt was practically writhing in his arms, and Sam paused to see if Kurt was okay. "Don't stop! Fuck!" Kurt put his hand on Sam's and made him restart his rhythm, bucking into him. Sam felt like he almost lost a tooth as Kurt reached up and pressed him back against his mouth a little too roughly. Sam's heart was racing and he felt high on arousal and passion. All he knew was he had to satisfy Kurt whose own passion had overwhelmed him. Kurt kept his back arched under Sam and was moaning almost too loudly; they were secluded but they were not that secluded. He got his hands up under Sam's shirt and grabbed at Sam's back so aggressively Sam was sure he would make him bleed. Kurt had to quit kissing Sam and throw his head back. Sam felt Kurt tense up in his embrace and heard him gasp. The spot Sam had been massaging pulsed and got warmer and wet as Kurt spent himself.

Sam slowly pulled his hand away and looked down, then with a smile looked back up at Kurt, who put his hand over his eyes, groaned, and then laughed. Sam laughed too, moved Kurt's hand out of his face, and leaned in to give him a tender kiss.

"Did I do good?" he asked wryly. Kurt just laughed again. Sam lay down next to him and they both lay there panting and then breathing deeply next to each other for a few minutes.

"You sure you never did that before?" Kurt teased and leaned his head over to rest against Sam's.

"Have you?"

Kurt looked over at him and waited a few moments to respond. "No."

"I'm surprised," Sam said with a smile.

Playing offended, Kurt balked. "What do you take me for?"

"Well what was that just now?" Sam laughed and then added a little more sadly than he intended, "And there was Blaine."

Kurt glanced at him and found his hand between them to hold. "You'd be surprised at how easy it is to resist him." He was able to catch a glimpse of a smirk on Sam's face.

It was properly dark, and Sam whispered to Kurt, quietly enough, he hoped, so that he wouldn't be heard, "Should we go?"

Kurt sat up wearily. "Yeah…I don't want my dad to think we had fun or anything." He sighed then looked down. "What on earth have I inflicted on these jeans? They were $180."

"Who cares?" Kurt turned in time to see Sam's teasing grin.

He swiveled and swung one leg over Sam, who was still lying on his back, so that he was straddling him. "I care!"

"Hey! Get off! I don't want a stain on me!" They play-swatted at each other, but Kurt grabbed Sam's hands and fell forward, and they kissed through their giggle. Kurt pulled away and they stared at each other for a second.

"So that just happened, didn't it?"

Kurt stood up and helped Sam up. He just hugged Sam in response.

With his head resting on Kurt's shoulder, Sam whispered "You okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah. More than okay."

They pulled apart. Kurt walked over and grabbed the basket and a corner of the blanket.

"Time to go home."