Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Losing My Religion, or I'm Yours.

Note: Um, well, this is the first chapter where the M-rating really comes into effect. Some mild Sam/Rory sexytime at the end, just a little warning.

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it

Rory had been looking forward to a long weekend with Sam, but when he checked his phone, he found a text saying, "Went home for the weekend to talk to Mom and Dad about us. Hope you understand. I'll call you tonight to tell you how it went. xo Sam". Rory smiled; he did indeed understand that it was important for Sam to tell his parents about them, seeing as how they were coming up on three weeks, and soon it would be a month. He doubted that Mr. and Mrs. Evans would disown Sam; he saw clearly from his week there that they loved their son very much. He sent Sam a text back wishing him luck and then made plans with Artie for the day to try to get to know him better.

Meanwhile, Sam was driving to Kentucky. He was nervous about telling his parents about his relationship with Rory. To his knowledge, they only knew that he and Rory were close friends. He didn't know how they were going to react to this at all. He knew they wouldn't kick him out or disown him, but he wasn't sure they'd totally be cool with it, either. He drummed his fingers on the dashboard, hoping the miles would pass by quickly. His hands were shaking by the time he pulled into his driveway, and the twins of course pounced on him the second he walked in the door, although he hadn't even been away for a month. "Sammy!"

"Hey, squirts," he hugged them. "Where's Mom?"

"Right here," she emerged from the kitchen. "So glad you're home."

"Ma, I barely left," he joked. "Hey, is Dad home?"

"Sure, he's in the study." She looked worried. "Is everything okay?"

"I just need to talk to you guys about something," Sam avoided her concerned gaze.

"Of course, dear." She turned to her two youngest. "Why don't the two of you clean your rooms like you were supposed to?"

"But Sammy's home," Stevie pouted.

"Now," she said in that motherly I-mean-it way. They scattered. "We can talk in your father's study, if you want. They won't try to listen in."

"Yeah, sure, cool," Sam tried to remain calm. He followed her down the hall and gestured for her to sit down on the loveseat. "H…hey, Dad."

"Nice to have you home for the weekend," he smiled. He put the papers he'd been reading intently down. "What did you want to talk to us about?"

Sam inhaled deeply. "Well, uh, you know how Rory and I are close friends?"

His mother looked confused. "Of course, dear."

"Well, we're really close. I mean like, really close. Really, really close."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Sam."

"I…I…Rory…we're…dating," Sam choked out. "Okay?"

His father's brow creased. "You're in a relationship with another boy?"

"What happened to Mercedes? She was nice," his mother added.

"She broke up with me when I found out we were moving here," Sam explained, "and when I went back, she already had a new boyfriend. But Rory…I knew I liked him as more than friends from the moment I saw him. I've never felt this way about anyone."

"Well," his mother said hesitantly. "If that's how you feel, I certainly can't stop you. I still love you, Sam, and you'll always be my baby boy."

His father sighed heavily. "I can't say I'm one-hundred percent for this, Sam. But like your mother said, I can't stop you from feeling what you feel."

"Rory is a very nice boy," his mother admitted. "Very polite and charming. I have no doubts that he'll be nothing but a perfect gentleman to you."

"That goes double for you," Mr. Evans warned. "He's younger than you, and I can tell that he is a sensitive boy. You will treat him well, do you hear me?"

Sam let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Yes, sir. Absolutely."

He dialed Rory's number as soon as he was able to escape to his own room. "Hey, it's me. They're okay with it. Dad's not totally on board but he'll deal."

"Fantastic," Sam could practically hear Rory's smile through the phone. "Well, give the twins my love and hurry back to me, Sammy."

"I will, don't worry. What are you up to today?"

"Artie and I are having a Back to the Future movie marathon. Finn just watched the second movie with us. I believe he and Rachel have a date tonight."

"Cool," Sam said. "I just wanted to let you know how it went."

"Thanks, Sam. I miss you already."

"Miss you, too. Sweet dreams tonight."

"You, too, Sammy."

Sam hung up and flopped backwards onto his bed. He knew he had three weeks to plan the most amazing Valentine's Day present ever for the most amazing boyfriend ever, and he had no idea where to begin.

Valentine's Day

"Close your eyes," Sam whispered in Rory's ear.

"Okay. They're closed. Now what?"

Sam reached around and held something out in front of him. "Hold out your hand."

Rory did so, fumbling around until he'd grabbed the mystery item. Knowing what it was instantly, he opened his eyes. Sam had placed a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow roses in his hands. Rory spun around, eyes alight. "Sam," he breathed. "They're gorgeous."

"Only the most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful boy."

Rory, who had been sniffing his flowers appreciatively, immediately looked up. "What?"

"You're beautiful," Sam stroked Rory's cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"No I'm not," Rory mumbled. "You're just saying that."

"It's true," Sam tilted his chin. "Just look at yourself, Rory. You take my breath away."

"And you surely have stolen mine," Rory murmured, staring into Sam's eyes before leaning in for the first kiss of the day.

"How about," Sam put his arm around Rory's shoulder. "After we go to Sugar's party, we go back to the Hummel-Hudson house—Kurt's staying over at Blaine's and Finn at Rachel's—and we have a little party of our own?" He said suggestively.

"I certainly would not object," Rory smirked. He liked kissing Sam, a lot. And he liked Sam's abdominals, a lot. He wasn't going to say no to some making out on one of the most romantic days of the year with his hot, blonde boyfriend.

Sam made sure he dressed nicely for Sugar's party and, as usual, Rory took his breath away. He loved when Rory wore blue to bring out the color of his ocean eyes.

"Stay right here," Sam told Rory as they got there and found a table. "I have another gift for you."

"You mean besides the flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear?" Rory joked.

Sam laughed. "Yes, besides all of those things. Just sit tight, okay?" He went to go talk to the new kid, Joe. Rory could see Joe nodding and grabbing his guitar. "Hey, everyone," Sam got in front of the microphone. "Happy Valentine's Day! So we're gonna sing a few songs tonight for you guys. This first one is for my boyfriend, Rory." Rory blushed deeply, a nice shade of crimson. Kurt turned and smiled kindly at him; he knew what it was like to have a boyfriend serenade you in public, as Blaine did it all the time. Joe strummed his guitar while Sam picked up the hand-held mic and made his way over to where Rory was sitting. "Well you've done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted. I fell right through the cracks, and now I'm trying to get back. Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest. Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention. I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some. I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours."

Rory turned an even darker shade of red. He knew the song well, seeing how Sam almost never stopped playing it in the car. He loves you, he could see Quinn mouth to him. Rory tuned himself back to what Sam was singing.

"There's no need to complicate, our time is short. This is our fate, I'm yours." Sam gave Rory a loving look, and instantly Rory felt a pang of guilt, knowing that this was true, that he didn't have much time at all with Sam. He understood that he just had to let go and let things be. He could see now that this was his true fate. Whether he liked it or not. He swallowed hard and listened to Sam's clear, passionate voice, tears filling in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Sam was this amazing, that a love like this could be real. He clapped and cheered the loudest of anyone in the room when Sam had finished singing. Sam kissed him full on the mouth in front of the entire crowd, completely unashamed.

They drove back to the Hummel-Hudson home holding hands over the gear-shift. "Thank you," Rory murmured. "For singing me that song. You are an amazing singer, Sam."

"Aww, it was nothing," Sam waved his hand. "I've been wanting to do that since I met you, actually. From the very first time I saw you in the choir room."

Rory squeezed Sam's hand. "I'm glad you did. It made me feel…incredible."

"But you are incredible," Sam glanced over at Rory, wanting so badly to look over at him but not about to take his eyes off the road. "I shouldn't have to sing a song to make you feel that way."

"I just…I don't want this feeling to go away, Sam."

"Neither do I." Sam pulled into the driveway, went around to open Rory's door, and led him upstairs to his bedroom, thankful they had the house to themselves.

"I have something to tell you," Rory said, closing his eyes briefly.

"Me first," Sam stopped him. He walked over to where Rory was standing. He looked straight into Rory's eyes. "I love you."

Rory's stomach dropped. He wanted to hear those words so badly, but he was dreading it all the same. Sam saying these three small words to him made it all the more difficult to leave at the end of the summer. "Sammy…"

"I just had to say it," Sam bounced nervously on his toes. "So…what did you have to tell me?" He looked hopeful, as if Rory would say it back to him.

Rory wanted to cry. He loved Sam so much, but he knew this couldn't last forever. He saw the look on Sam's face, and knew he couldn't say what he was originally going to, not now, anyway. "I love you, too," he whispered.

Three weeks later

"What's this?" Sam looked puzzled at the arrow that had been stuck to his locker. He looked in the direction it was pointing, and saw another arrow at the end of the hall, stuck to another locker. He followed a series of arrows until he reached the choir room, where Rory was standing, alone. "Well, what have we here?" Sam looked amused.

"Me," Rory spread out his arms wide. "Happy Birthday, Sam!"

Before Sam knew what had hit him, he was surrounded by all of his friends, and Kurt was handing off a cake to Rory—ice cream cake, Sam's all-time favorite.

"What?" Sam stumbled backwards, almost knocking into Sugar.

"Surprise," Rory shrugged and presented the cake to Sam. "I've had this planned for weeks. You were telling me how you always wanted a surprise party, so, here you go!"

Sam rubbed his eyes; surely, this was still a dream. It was then that he noticed that the choir room had been decorated with streamers and balloons. "All for me?"

"All for you," Rory grinned.

Sam grabbed Rory by the shoulders, mindful of the cake, and kissed him. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you, too," Rory said bashfully. "More than words can say." Rachel graciously ushered the cake to a table to cut and serve it. "I'm giving you your present later," he said in a low voice, only loud enough for Sam to hear. Sam grinned; this was gonna be one hell of a day.

"Follow me," Rory said quietly, taking Sam's hand and leading him upstairs in the Pierce's home.

"Where is everyone?"

"Brittany had a late Cheerios practice and her parents work late on Thursdays." He stood outside the guest bedroom. "Stay here. I'll be ready in a few moments."

"Okay." Sam was deliriously curious as to what Rory had in store for him. Meanwhile, Rory was standing in the middle of the room, hands shaking as he took his shirt off and folded it on the edge of the bed. He did the same with his pants, and debated whether or not he should remove his underpants as well. At the last second, he took them off. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. Sam, who had been leaning against the wall next to the door, spun around. His eyes widened, and he immediately felt himself get hard.

"Rory," he sputtered. "It's my birthday…why are you in your birthday suit?"

"I wanted you to see me," Rory murmured. "As I truly am."

"You're…you're beautiful." Sam couldn't take his eyes off of his boyfriend.

"I think you're underdressed," Rory smirked.

"I think I am, too," Sam winked suggestively. He slipped into the room and closed the door tightly. "I want you to undress me," he whispered hotly in Rory's ear.

Rory gulped. He'd seen Sam shirtless a few times, and it was damn sexy. Now he was going to get to see the full package. "O…o…okay," he stuttered. He slipped his hand up Sam's shirt, feeling the heat of Sam's skin. He slowly unbuttoned it, staring at Sam's solid abdominals, running his fingers among them. His fingers then fluttered down towards Sam's jeans. He fumbled to get Sam's belt off. Sam watched the younger boy intently, never once taking his eyes off the brunette. Rory undid Sam's jeans and pulled them down, Sam helpfully stepping out of them, kicking them to the side. Rory's hands were again trembling as he moved towards the waistband of Sam's boxers. He dipped his hand beneath it, gasping as he touched Sam's member. Sam groaned at the contact.

"Please, Rory…please…"

Rory closed his eyes and quickly pulled Sam's underwear down. He counted to three and opened his eyes again, gasping. "Sammy…"

"I want to touch you, Rory. I don't want to go all the way—not yet—but I want to touch you, to pleasure you."

"But it's your birthday, not mine. Should I not be pleasuring you?"

"You're right, it is my birthday. But you matter to me more than anything, except my family, and I want to pleasure my boyfriend on my birthday."

Rory sure as hell wasn't going to complain or argue. If Sam wanted to please him sexually, he was certainly allowed to. "I…I…I…I want you, Sam." Sam kissed him gently. He inched his hand down, down, down and began to stroke Rory's length. Rory sucked in a breath; Sam was touching him, and it felt good. "Yes…want more," Rory breathed.

"You'll get more," Sam mumbled against Rory's lips. He left a trail of kisses down Rory's neck and across his collarbone, causing the smaller boy to shudder with desire. Sam kissed down Rory's stomach and stopped just short of Rory's pubic bone. Rory held his breath; was Sam really about to do what he thought? Sam licked his lips and began stroking Rory again, who moaned. Sure, he had touched himself before, but it was nothing quite like this. He was fully hard now, and could see that Sam was semi-hard. Sam licked his lips again and took the head of Rory's cock in his mouth. Rory gasped aloud. Even in his most sexual dreams, he could never have imagined it to be this way. It was ten times better than he thought it would be. Sam took a little more of Rory into his mouth, sucking on the Irish boy's cock and running his tongue around it. Rory closed his eyes, moaning loudly, and he had to steady his hands on Sam's shoulders. "Ach, Sam…Sam…oh, God, so good, so good…ach, yes, that…yes…please…" Sam, for once, was glad he had larger-than-normal lips; they sure were coming in handy now. He enjoyed the weight and feel of Rory's cock against his tongue. He could tell Rory was getting close by the way the boy was panting and groaning, so he moved back a little and concentrated on sucking the head, stroking the rest of the boy's length. "Sam…I…I…I'm c…c…coming," Rory gripped the blonde's shoulders as he shot his load down Sam's throat. Sam drank it down; Rory tasted way better than he could've asked for. He pulled his lips off of Rory's cock and rocked back on his heels.

"Well? How was that?"

"Whoa," Rory's breathing was still ragged. "Whoa."

Sam blushed and looked down at his own very hard penis. "Um…"

"Let me," Rory whispered. He kneeled and took Sam in his hand, stroking it quickly. Sam closed his eyes and trust his hips forward, creating more friction. He knew he wouldn't last long, since he was so hard already and had been for a few minutes, and Rory's warm touch was too perfect to be real. "Oh my God, Rory…I'm…I'm gonna…" Rory grinned and stroked faster. Sam threw his head back and came into Rory's hand. Rory kept stroking, slower now, until Sam was done. He curiously sniffed his hand and licked Sam's come. It tasted strange, but okay, and he ended up licking it all off.

"I love you more than life itself," Sam murmured, grabbing Rory and kissing him.

"I love you as well," Rory breathed. "More than I should."

To be continued…