Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Losing My Religion (or those few lines of What Makes You Beautiful).

Note: Boy-on-boy sex, just a little warning. Don't like, don't read.

Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough

"It's nice, sitting on the roof like this," Rory leaned against Sam as he watched the sun setting, casting hues of pink and purple across the sky.

The older boy put an arm around Rory's shoulders. "It's nice just being here with you."

Rory blushed. "It is nice being anywhere with you."

"Rory," Sam let go of him suddenly and turned his body so he could face the brunette better. "I've been meaning to ask you this for a couple weeks, and this seems like a really good moment." Rory's eyes widened; what could Sam possibly have to ask him? "Rory Flanagan," Sam took Rory's hands. "Will you go to Prom with me, as my date?"

Rory gasped. "Senior Prom? But…but neither of us is a senior!"

"We can go, because we're performing," Sam reminded him. "And, well, I know they don't really have Prom in other countries, so this is your opportunity to go to one. So, what do you say? Will you go with me?"

"Of…of course!" Rory said excitedly. "I'd love nothing more." He looked down shyly. "Did you go to Prom last year?" He asked.

"Yeah. I went with Rachel, Mercedes, and one of Rachel's ex-boyfriends. Which sounds totally awkward, but she and Finn weren't together at the time. Um, Mercedes and I kind of got together then," he admitted.

"Oh," Rory said awkwardly. "Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Being with her," Rory cast his eyes downwards and whispered.

Sam bit his lip. "I used to. When I first moved to Kentucky, I missed her like hell. But I'll tell you something, Rory: from the minute I first saw you, I knew I liked you. The first time I ever brushed your hand, I felt sparks. The first time I heard you speak, my heart started beating faster. And I've never felt that with anybody else before."

"My Pa says the same thing about my…my Mum," Rory caught himself in time. "Swears up and down that it was love at the first sight."

"Rory, how many languages do you speak again?" Sam asked.

"Gaelic and English," Rory replied automatically.

"That's funny. I swore I heard you speak to Kurt and Blaine in French."

Rory's face caught fire. "Oh yeah," he said softly. "I speak French, too."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam wasn't mad, just curious.

"French is so…lame compared to Gaelic. I mean, not lame, it's a beautiful language. But it is one of your typical high-school language classes, and I did not want anyone to think I was simple or boring. My parents spent a lot of time in France before I came around, and so they taught it to me when I was a child. Gaelic was a requirement in grammar school. English is nearly my third language. That is why I tend to speak precisely."

"I think," Sam said slowly, "that it's amazing, that you can speak three languages fluently. Not many people can claim to be able to do that. You're amazing."

Rory shook his head. "I just have a knack for languages, that is all. I suppose I am just creative-brained, as opposed to logic-brained."

"As long as your brain loves me, I don't care what side you use more."

"It does, do not worry," Rory assured him. "My brain loves you very much."

"…that actually sounds weird," Sam said.

Rory had to laugh. "True!" Sam loved when Rory laughed, how he separated each syllable, actually pronouncing and saying each "ha ha ha". It was just one of the many things Sam found adorable about Rory. He didn't ever want this to end.

Three weeks later—Prom

"Samuel, honestly." Kurt clucked his tongue and circled the blonde.

"What?" Sam complained. "I think I look fine."

"Can't you do anything about your hair? Cut it or something?"

"No," Sam said stubbornly. "I like my hair this way, and so does Rory."

Kurt sighed heavily. "Fine. But—oh, really? That corsage for Rory? No, no, no. That simply will not do. You want to bring out his eyes, and this completely clashes."

Sam gritted his teeth. Kurt was a great friend and all, but sometimes, he got a little too carried away with fashion and looking nice. "Then what does the great Kurt suggest?"

"Light green, or blue," Kurt said simply. "And I do not appreciate your sarcasm."

Sam groaned. "Why are you even concerned with what I do for my boyfriend?"

"Because," Kurt finally stopped circling. "I know what it's like to go to Prom with a boyfriend. All the stares, all the looks—are you ready for that? I mean," he lowered his voice, "you know what happened to me last year."

Sam remembered, of course he did. Kurt had been crowned Prom Queen as a cruel joke, and had been visibly shaken by it. He couldn't see the same thing happening this year. He shook his head. "That won't happen to me and Rory. Rory's strong, and if anyone tries to mess with him, I'll kick their ass." He checked to make sure they were alone, and they were; Kurt had been doing pre-Prom consultations with the boys all day, and Sam was the only other one still hanging around. "Rory and I…we're gonna do it tonight."

"Do it? Oh," Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh. Are you…are you ready?"

"Absolutely," Sam said, although he wasn't entirely sure if Rory was one-hundred percent ready. "I just…you and Blaine…any tips?" He mumbled.

"Well, uh," Kurt stammered. "That depends on who will be giving and who is receiving."

"I'm giving, he'll be receiving," Sam confirmed. "I really…I don't want to hurt him. That's what I'm scared of the most, hurting him."

"Take it slow," Kurt advised. "Foreplay is good…maybe take a nice bath together, to get him relaxed. You'll want to make sure he's relaxed. It can't just be an emotional preparation, but a physical one as well. Can I ask you a personal question?"

Sam gulped. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"How far have you two gone?"

Sam was relieved; he was sure Kurt was going to ask him about Santana. "We've seen each other naked," he admitted. "I went down on him and he jerked me off."

"Okay," Kurt closed his eyes. "Lube," he said. "You'll want it. And condoms, can't forget those. I know Rory's a virgin and all, but better safe than sorry. Blaine and I were both virgins, and we used condoms. Talk to him throughout, kiss him and make sure he's comfortable. Don't make him do anything he doesn't want to do."

"I would never do that," Sam murmured. "I love him more than anything."

Kurt softened. "I know. He loves you, too. I see it in his eyes."

"Kurt, I…thanks," Sam muttered. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably make a fool of yourself," Kurt said honestly. "And besides, who else would provide you with the lemon juice that gives you your Ken-doll hair color?"

Sam smacked him playfully. "Kurt!"

Kurt scoffed, upset that Sam had touched his outfit like that, but then smiled softly. "I will admit, I like you with Rory better than I liked you with Quinn or Santana. You're…cute together."

"What are you and Blaine gonna do about college?"

Kurt's eyes grew distant. "Let's focus on the now," he said wisely, "and not the then."

Meanwhile, Rory was chatting nervously with Blaine. "I…I'm so scared."

Blaine frowned. "Why? What's wrong?"

Rory swallowed, hard. "I'm giving my virginity to Sam tonight."

"Wow," Blaine looked surprised. "Aren't you…okay, that's silly. I keep forgetting that you're sixteen now. I shouldn't be the one to tell you that you're too young. Well, why are you scared? Are you afraid it's gonna hurt? Is he gonna top?"

"Yes, and yes," Rory whispered. "I…I don't want it to hurt, but I know it is. And I've never been…I've only…he…he performed oral sex on me, and I gave him a hand-job," he confessed to the ex-Warbler. "But we've…I just…you and Kurt…"

"Hey," Blaine looked worried. "You're really pale, Rory. Are you sure you're ready to do this? You don't have to, you know. I don't mean physically ready, but emotionally ready. Are you? I don't want you to get emotionally hurt like some guys do when they have sex for the first time. I mean, Sam's a great guy and all, but you've barely been dating for three months. Are you sure it's time to go all the way?"

"How…how long were you and Kurt dating when you first did it?"

"Eight months," Blaine said. "But we'd been friends for almost a year. I don't regret it, I really don't, but maybe we were too young. I don't know what I'm saying. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not sure that you should do this, Rory."

"I…I'd be on bottom," Rory went on to say. "I've never…you know. Tried to touch myself there. And Sam…" Rory blushed fiercely. "He's big."

Blaine quirked a brow. "Oh? Well then. Um, lube helps…I'm not really one to talk, though, because I usually top. I think Kurt's only topped once. But, uh, yeah, definitely lube will be good. Just remember to breathe, okay? Breathing helps. In through the nose, out through the mouth. And tell him if he's doing too much. Communication is key, Rory. Don't do anything you don't want to. Take it easy. If you really love Sam, and he really loves you, this will be a very special experience, for both of you. I'm just worried, though…what will happen when you go back to…to Ireland?"

Rory's eyes grew distant. "Let's focus on the now," he said wisely, "and not the then."

Sam met Rory out in the hallway. He immediately sucked his breath in; Rory looked incredible…and also look he was going to jump out of his skin. "Hey," Sam said gently.

"Hi," Rory whispered.

"You look amazing," Sam stroked Rory's cheek. "I…I have this for you," he presented his boyfriend with the corsage that Kurt had fretted over so much.

"Oh," Rory smiled softly. "It's beautiful, Sam. Thank you." Sam proudly pinned it onto Rory's tux. "Look, Sam, there's something you should know…"

Sam put a finger to Rory's soft lips. "Later," he said. "I don't want to ruin things."

"Okay," Rory murmured, although he didn't know how much longer he could keep this secret from Sam. "Sam, just know that no matter what happens, I love you."

Sam looked at him strangely. Why was Rory acting this way? "I love you, too." Kurt made them pose for about a hundred pictures, fretting over this and that. Sam made a mental note to e-mail the pictures to his parents later; they'd love to see this. He took Rory to Breadstix for a pre-Prom dinner, but Rory barely picked at his meal. Sam worried even more; was Rory just as nervous about what was going to happen after Prom as he was? Was he having second thoughts? Was he just not hungry? "Hey, you okay?"

"Not very hungry," Rory mumbled, pushing his food around his plate. Sam worried even more; he didn't want Rory passing out at Prom or…well, during sex. He set his fork down; suddenly, he wasn't very hungry anymore either. Sam listlessly paid the check and escorted his boyfriend to Prom. "Be right back, restroom," Rory muttered. He'd barely made it into the stall before he vomited what little food he had eaten.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

Rory stood up shakily. He wiped his mouth with toilet paper and flushed before exiting the stall and staggering over to the sink. "Hullo, Blaine."

"Rory," Blaine was taken aback at how utterly pale the younger boy was. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm just so nervous about later," Rory said. "What if I'm not good enough for him?"

"Rory," Blaine put a hand on Rory's shoulder. "You don't have to do this."

The Irish boy gave him a meaningful look. "You know why I have to, Blaine."

"Does he even know?"

"No," Rory confessed. "Every time I try to tell him, I either chicken out or he says we'll talk about it later, and we never do. I just know it would break his heart." He stared at his own reflection in the mirror. "And I cannot do that. It would hurt me more than him."

"But you have to at some point."

Rory gripped the countertop. "I know," he said through gritted teeth.

Sam burst through the door. "Are you okay, Rory? You just took off like that…"

"He's fine," Blaine piped up. "Just needed a little bro talk, you know?"

"Oh. Cool," Sam shrugged. "Well, come on, Rory. We need to go over the routine real quick with Artie, Mike, and Joe." Rory wordlessly followed. Blaine watched them leave, concerned about the blue-eyed boy. This secret was tearing him up inside, and he didn't know how much longer the poor kid could go on until he just exploded.

It was easy for Rory to fake a smile, to just plaster a grin on his face and pretend like nothing was bothering him, like the end wasn't going to come soon, like he didn't have to go through with what he had to that night, at the end of the summer.

"Hanging in there?" Joe asked him, noticing that he was especially quiet.

"I don't want this year to end," Rory said softly.

"Oh yeah," Joe said. "Heard you weren't coming back. I'm gonna miss you."

"We all are," Mike spoke up. "But no one more than Sam."

"He'll be devastated," Rory whispered. "But I cannot stay, and that is that."

Artie frowned. "Are you sure you can't extend your student visa?"

"Positive," Rory nodded. "As much as I'd love to stay, it isn't a possibility."

"Well then, let's make this performance count," Joe smiled. "Come on guys, group hug!" Rory rolled his eyes, put let himself be pulled into the group. He gulped as they took the stage; would he trip and fall? Would he mess up the choreography? Forget the lyrics? Make a complete, utter fool of himself and get booed off the stage?

Sam couldn't take his eyes off of his boyfriend the entire time they were performing. There was something magical about the way he moved and sang, how he was able to captive the audience so well. He remembered how someone had told him that Rachel had said "He is magical" when Rory auditioned for New Directions, and he knew that if Rachel Berry could see that someone else besides herself was magical, then it must be.

"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell…" he looked directly into Rory's eyes, making sure he heard and understood every word and that he knew them to be true. He got a genuine smile in return, and it set him more at ease. The rest of the night went by in a blur; Finn and Rachel winning Prom King and Queen, Quinn taking her first steps since her accident…before he knew it, he was driving to the hotel with Rory. Rory timidly clung back while Sam checked them in. He tried to remember everything Blaine had told him, but he was still terrified of having sex for the first time. He had no doubts that Sam would be gentle and loving, as he always was, but he was petrified of the aftermath, of the emotional connectivity that would surely follow. He silently followed Sam into the elevator, upstairs to their room. He didn't know if people were staring at them. At him. If they were putting two and two together and judging them in their minds. If they approved or not. After all, Rory was committing two modern-day sins here: teenage sex and gay sex. Teenage gay sex; the ultimate Catholic sin. He shivered, and Sam instinctively moved closer to him, to protect him, to keep him safe and warm. Rory gave him a weak smile in return. Sam opened the door for them and Rory sat on the edge of the bed awkwardly, still trembling. Sam, thinking his poor boyfriend was cold, headed into the bathroom and started running the water in the tub.

"What…what are you doing?" Rory managed to ask.

"I was thinking maybe we could take a nice warm bath together before we…you know."

Rory blushed fiercely. "Okay," he murmured. He quietly got undressed, watching Sam pour some bubble bath into the water and get undressed himself. Sam turned off the water and slipped into the tub.

"Come here," he called softly. Rory gathered himself and did. Sam reached for his hand, and Rory steadied himself as he climbed in. The warm water instantly soothed him and made him relax a little. He settled back against Sam's chest, the blonde wrapping his arms tightly around the brunette. He gently rubbed Rory's stomach, something that Rory's parents had done when he was having trouble sleeping as a child, and something that just instantly put him at ease. "What did you wanna tell me before?"

Rory froze. "It can wait," he murmured. "It was something silly anyway."

Sam wasn't sure if he believed this. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything."

Rory closed his eyes, listening to Sam's heartbeat. It seemed to be beating his name. He just wanted to stay here in this moment for all the rest of time. "Yes, I'm sure." He listened to Sam's heart beating away for several silent moments. Sam reached down for Rory's hand, intertwining their fingers together and holding on tightly.

"I don't want this night to end," he kissed Rory's fingers.

"I don't want any of this to end," Rory murmured, his skin burning from Sam's kiss. He barely registered the hot tears streaking down his cheeks until Sam said something.

"Baby…you're crying."

"I just…I love you so much," Rory couldn't bear to look at Sam. "And to think, I'll be an entire ocean away from you. I…can we…can our love…stay that distance?"

"Yes, absolutely," Sam said without a second thought. "Even if I have to follow you there. Rory, I'd wait for you. I'd wait until we can be together again."

Rory choked back a sob. "I would love nothing more."

When the water got cool, Sam got up and started draining the tub. He tied a towel around his waist and helped Rory up, trying a towel around the shivering-again boy. "Let me carry you," he said in a low voice. Rory nodded, letting Sam scoop him up into his arms and carry him, bridal-style, to the queen-sized bed. Sam laid Rory down and climbed on top of him, stroking his damp hair and kissing him slowly. Rory just wanted to burst into tears, to just break down and tell Sam everything, but he couldn't bring himself to. Sam loved him so much and was the perfect boyfriend and Rory knew it wasn't meant to last.

He lifted his arms around Sam's neck and kissed him back, allowing Sam to love him and kiss him and to roll his hips down against his own. "Please, Rory," Sam stared into his ocean-blue eyes. "Let me make love to you."

Rory searched Sam's darker eyes. He could trust Sam. He knew he could trust Sam, and he knew Sam would never intentionally hurt him. He had two choices, and he knew this. He could do this, to make love with Sam and give himself and his body over. Or he could back out and not do this and to keep his sanity somewhat in check.

He made his choice.

"Yes," he murmured. "I will let you make love to me."

Sam smiled. He kissed Rory tenderly. "I love you. I promise I won't hurt you."

Rory gulped. "I know. I love you, too." He let Sam undo his towel. He let Sam stroke him to get him aroused. He let Sam prepare his hole to fit his cock in. He felt detached, as if he was out of his own body, watching this all happen. He figured that if he did this, the emotional pain would not be there, that it would not linger behind him like a ghost that would not leave him alone. He clenched his jaw as Sam put the condom on and gently pushed into him. In that moment, in that brief flash of pain, he almost lost control and gave in to his feelings, but he managed to push through it and go back to the detachment, to some place above the Earth.

Sam noticed the distant look on Rory's face and paused. "Baby, are you okay? Am I hurting you? We can totally stop if I am."

Rory snapped out of it. "I am fine. It hurts a little, but not too bad. I just…I want to feel you in me, Sam. I want you to feel me in return. I just want you, Sam."

Sam bit his lip. He wasn't sure if it was truly what Rory wanted, or if Rory was just saying that to make him happy, but he kept pushing in, slow at first, but then slowly building up speed. He threw his head back and moaned, panting as he pushed in harder, bumping into Rory's prostate.

As much as Rory wanted to detach himself from what was happening, he couldn't deny the sexual pleasure he was now feeling as Sam's penis rammed into his most sensitive of places. He gasped, eyes snapping back, clarity overtaking him. "Sam!"

"Rory, oh God," Sam groaned.

"Yes…feels so good…" Rory moaned. "Oh, Sam…oh!" He couldn't believe one could ever feel this physically good, that sex could feel this good, that he could be on another cloud entirely, one up in the heavens…and this one, he didn't want to come down from. He bucked his hips against his will, spasming as he came hard, ropes of sticky fluids erupting from the head of his penis and coating his stomach.

Sam knew he wouldn't last much longer after that. He groaned and finally ejaculated in Rory's tight hole, both panting as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Sam pulled out slowly, still mindful about not hurting his boyfriend. He crawled up next to Rory and folded him into his strong arms. He kissed him. "That was amazing."

"The most incredible feeling in the world," Rory agreed. "I…oh, this sounds silly."

"No, tell me," Sam brushed Rory's hair back.

"I want to sleep in your arms tonight," Rory whispered, looking down shyly.

"That's not silly at all," Sam murmured into Rory's forehead. "I've always wanted to do that with you." He reached over to turn off the lamp, throwing the room into darkness.

"I love you," Rory breathed, resting his cheek against Sam's chest, hearing the now-familiar drumming of Sam's heart.

"I love you, too," Sam whispered, kissing Rory on the top of the head and holding him close, listening to Rory's slow, even breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. He wondered what Rory was dreaming. He didn't want to move, for fear of waking him. He just lay there and let sleep overtake him.

To be continued…