"You didn't have to do that." Sam muttered as the two boys walked down the hallway.

"Sure I did." Sam felt the familiar leap of his stomach as Kurt smiled at him. He scolded himself internally, as always but his heart wasn't in it. "What she said wasn't right," Kurt continued, "Even if it were true it wasn't hers to say."

The two continued out of the school, each lost in his own thoughts. As they reached the doors to the parking lot, Sam remembered that he still had a grip on Kurt's hand. Against his disloyal fingers will, he dropped his hand by his side as they exited the school.

"There's a new frozen yogurt place across town. Would you want to go try it out with me?" Kurt asked suddenly. Sam didn't register his question for a moment, still toying with the memory of the slender hand in his. "It's...it's okay if you don't want to." Kurt said, shyly now, pulling Sam from his spinning mind.

"No I'd love to! Go with you, I mean." Sam responded hurriedly, tripping over the words. Kurt's face lit up at his agreement.

"Great! I'll drive." He said, unlocking his car as they reached it. Sam slid into the passenger seat carefully and gave the other boy a sidelong glance. Could he possibly...? No, never. Sam shook his head almost unconsciously, shoving his troublesome thoughts away and joining Kurt in singing along to the radio as they drove.

"Well that was pretty good." Sam nodded agreement to Kurt's assessment of the yogurt. "Thank you for coming with me Sam."

"Thank you for inviting me." Sam said, not trusting himself to say any more. He couldn't mention how badly he'd needed this trip, because then it would all spill out. If he started talking, he'd end up telling Kurt how much he needed the company of people his own age, how much he needed to relax, how despite his intense love for his family, he felt suffocated by them. How he had too much riding on his shoulders and he just couldn't take it. It surprised him, however, to realize he was no longer afraid of the secret that had plagued him for what felt like forever. Not with Kurt anyway.

As Kurt pulled into Sam's driveway, he looked over, testing himself. Was it finally time to say it? To give over the burden, the worry, the pain. The fear, the total terrifying paralyzing fear.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yeah Sam?" He took a deep steadying breath.

"You know how you said earlier that what my mom said wouldn't be okay...even if it were true?" Kurt murmured affirmatively, Sam paused, gathering his thoughts before releasing the words.

"It's true."

A/N: All right, so here's the spiel. Obviously this has not been updated in FOREVER. However, I did once have plans to finish it, and still can. There is no regularity to my updating nor will there be in the near future.

But I love writing and I love my stories and I will continue those that people want to read. Over the next few days I am going to try to update all of my WIPS and see what people want to read. If no one wants a story continued, I won't fuss about it. So you have to let me know.

I know it's been forever and most of my readers have probably deserted me. But give me a shout if you still want to read and I will do my best.

This story started as crack and has become deeper and angstier than I could have imagined. But I really enjoy it, still.

And thank you for reading it.