Yes, Rory was in a dress at the end. It was one of those transition things on the show where they start singing it in a dream sequence kind of thing while they are actually singing to the group. Like, "I Feel Pretty/Unpretty" This is where the Sory starts.

Rory had just dropped Sugar Motta off at her luxiourious mansion home and he was pleased. Well, at least, I know I definitely like girls. Rory thought to himself, placing any doubt in a closet in his mind. He pulled up to Sam's house and parked the car. Sam had told him his family would be out and the door would be unlocked for Rory to get in. Rory walked in and didn't really know where Sam was.

"Sam? Sam Evans?" Rory called out to the house. Where could he be?

"I'm in here, Rory." Sam said, and Rory thought he sounded drunk. Rory walked to where the voice had called and sure enough, Sam Evans was sitting right there with a bottle of alcohol on the couch.

"Hey, buddy. How'd your date with that Sally girl go?" Sam said and Rory gave a grimace. He had never seen Sam this way but he knew what drunk looked like. He was from Ireland, after all.

"Her name is Sugar, Sam and you're drunk." Rory said, bluntly. Sam gave him a sneer.

"Well, looky there. You know her name. Whoopty freaking doo!" Sam said and he grabbed the bottle and took another swig.

"I'm staying here, tonight, Sam." Rory told his friend. "You can't drive and I can't steal your car." Rory said.

"Well, fine." Sam said and then, he suddenly became hysterical. "Why won't Mercedes love me again? She loves Grease. Why didn't that song get her?" Sam said, tears beginning to form.

"Sam, its okay. Mercedes isn't the one." Rory said what he told him the other day.

"No, she was the first girl that I ever loved. Like loved, loved. She didn't put out but that was okay. I didn't need her to do that. I just wanted what we had. It was simple." Sam explained to his Irish friend. Rory was beginning to get mad.

"Sam Evans! You listen to me right now! You're better than Mercedes and if she doesn't like you, like she should, then bollacks with her!" Rory yelled at him. Rory was sitting next to Sam on the couch when he said this and Sam felt a sudden urge. Not to thank him for the epiphany, not to throw out another drunken slur-filled comeback. Sam grabbed the back of Rory's head and pulled him in against his will. Sam pressed his lips to Rory's, surprising Rory. What the hell is he doing? It's nice. No! What the hell am I doing liking it? But its nice. His chapstick tastes good. Rory thought in his mind. He couldn't close his eyes like a normal kiss due to his surprise. Rory didn't want to pull away, though. Sam pulled away from the kiss and let Rory go.

"Sam, you're drunk." Rory said, to his friend. Sam smiled with his big trouty mouth.

"Yes, I am. Now come here and give ME some sugar." Sam said and Rory wasn't sure what he was doing. No! I can't do this! My family wouldn't want this! But Sam's so fine. What? Shut up! Rory laid down on top of Sam and kissed him, deeply. How could I be doing this? How can Sam be doing this? He's not gay! Well, neither am I but I'm kissing HIM! As in a guy! I liked kissing Sugar though. What the hell is going on with me? Rory couldn't stop running his small, demure lips against Sam's large fish-like ones. Sam ran his hands along the Irishman's body. Down, down, down, until he reached the Irishman's butt. Sam squeezed it as he pressed into Rory with his entire body. Rory was freaked out about this.

"Sam, I can't do this." Rory said to his friend as he got off him.

"Why the hell not?" Sam said, angry.

"Because! I'm not gay! I like girls." Rory said at him.

'Neither am I. I like girls, too. Why can't we just be like Santana and Brittany before they got together? They only made out." Sam said and Rory sighed.

"Sam, you are drunk. I'm confused. We can't let this start." Rory said to his blonde friend.

"Well, if we aren't going to make out again, I have to say. You have a nice ass." Sam said, making Rory blush. What? Why am I blushing? I just told him no and I'm still falling to his charms.

"Sam, you're still wearing those beer goggles." Rory said to him but Sam just shrugged.

"Just take a damn compliment! I know you liked it." Sam said but Rory sighed again. I really like Sugar, but he's right. I did like it. Those savory trouty- No! I like girls! Well, then again, I did- No! I can't help myself! Rory thought as he got back on the couch and began kissing Sam again. Sam found his way back to Rory butt and placed his hands on them. He squeezed and Rory stopped for a second.

"Hands off! That's off limits." Rory said, simply and Sam removed his hands from the area. He put them behind his head and just waited for Rory to finish. Rory pulled away and instantly regretted ever doing it.

"What am I doing?" Rory thought aloud to himself. Sam sat up next to him.

"You're having fun." Sam said, placing his arm around his Irish friend.

"No, I'm three-timing, I think that's the American saying." Rory said, meaning "two-timing", instead.

"You only went on a date with Sugar. You're not entitled to anyone." Sam said, kissing Rory on the cheek.

"Sam, this isn't fun. I'm really confused. I liked-" Rory said, his voice breaking apart like glass. What would Sugar say about this? She really thinks she means something to me Sam went to the other side of the couch and pouted.

"Fine, we won't have sweet guy kisses." Sam said, like a spoiled child.

"Sam, you don't like guys." Rory said to him, trying to make him see reason.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I like girls, too. Maybe I just want some warm on top of me." Sam said, to Rory.

"Well, I can't do this. I'll see you, tomorrow." Rory said, starting to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam said, worrying about him.

"Home. Where else?" Rory said, rather rudely.

"You can't walk. I'll drive you." Sam said, beginning to get up as well, but Rory waved him a hand.

"You're drunk. You can't." Rory said as he turned the door knob. Sam held Rory's hand.

"Be safe, leprechaun." Sam said as he grabbed either side of Rory's face and pulled him in for a forceful kiss.

"Sam, stop! I can't do this!" Rory said and he stormed out of the house. Why would this happen to me? I've always been taught something like that was wrong and immoral, but Kurt and Blaine's romance made me see things differently. I wanted to try something like that. I was in a new land where trying new things is allowed. Why is this so hard?