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

Note: Again, boy/boy sex. And a cliffhanger/twist ending. Woo-hoo!

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why, try

"I can't believe it's over," Rory was cleaning out his locker on the last day of school.

"I know," Sam leaned against the lockers. "But at least we have the whole summer to ourselves, right?"

Rory cleared his throat. "Right."

"And we'll always love each other, right?"

Rory gulped back a sob. "Right," he whispered. "Time really is a slut. She screws everyone."

"The Fault in Our Stars," Sam recognized it immediately. "Is our love like Hazel and Augustus?"

"Yes," Rory squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. "But perhaps even stronger."

July

The summer was full of fun things for the boys. Day-trips to Cedar Point, weekend trips to the beach, swimming, horseback riding, long walks…they did it all. Occasionally, they'd make love when the time felt right, but their relationship was more that of an emotional one than a physical one. They were each other's best friends, and there was no need for them to have sex every other day. It was always slow and gentle, and Sam always held Rory afterwards, telling him that he loved him. Sam knew that he would always love Rory, and would follow him to the ends of the Earth.

They took a particularly memorable camping trip with the other Glee boys (minus Kurt, who absolutely refused to camp in a tent) towards the end of the month. "Rory, I can't believe you've never eaten a s'more before!"

He laughed. "I've never really been camping before. Besides, my mum isn't big on sweets."

"Well, we're going to take your s'more virginity tonight," Puck smirked.

"How does one make a...'smore?"

"Here," Blaine handed him a plate with two graham crackers and a piece of chocolate on it. "Now, you put this marshmallow on a stick and then stick it in the fire."

Rory's eyes widened. "In the fire?"

"Nice and crispy," Mike licked his lips.

"But won't it...be on fire?"

"Just blow it out," Finn shrugged. "It's not that bad. Go on, try it."

Rory hesitantly put said marshmallow into the fire. He watched in wonder as it caught fire. Afraid, he quickly pulled it out and blew hard on it. "Um...now what?"

"Stick it on the chocolate, like this," Joe demonstrated.

"Oh." Rory felt silly for not knowing about this all-American tradition.

"Now, snarf it down," Puck took a big bite of his own s'more.

"Um, okay," Rory looked at his creation curiously. He bit a small piece off and chewed. "Holy crap!"

"Good, right?" Artie smiled, marshmallow stick to his chin.

"Delicious!" Rory ate the rest in three bites.

"You're so cute," Sam snaked an arm around his waist. "Hey, you got some on your lip." He pulled Rory closer and kissed him.

He tasted like chocolate.

It was the sweetest thing Sam had ever tasted.

August

"You know what I want?"

Rory craned his neck to look up at Sam. "What do you desire?"

"I want you to take me."

Rory sat up immediately. "I…you…wait, what?"

Sam stared him down. "You heard me. I wanna know what it feels like."

"But…Sam!" Rory could feel himself becoming aroused by the mere thought of being on top of Sam, of thrusting into him, feeling Sam's tightness stretch around him. "I…are you sure? I would not want to hurt you, darling."

"Please," Sam pleaded. "I don't care if it hurts. I just want to feel you in me."

Rory gulped. "Oh…okay…yes…right…right now?"

"Right now," Sam affirmed. Rory started to unzip his pants. "No," Sam stopped him. Rory looked adorably confused. "Strip for me," Sam said slowly, hotly.

Rory's ocean eyes widened. Sam had never asked this of him before. He sat back on his heels, unsure of how to do this. It wasn't within his comfort zone at all, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. He pulled his shirt off slowly, throwing it somewhere off the bed and onto the floor. He pulled his pants off, also casting them to the floor, leaving him in his underwear. He wasn't sure what to do now. He palmed his semi-erection through the fabric of his boxers. Sam nodded encouragingly and began to undress himself, tossing his clothes alongside Rory's. Rory groaned as his erection strained against the restricting material and hurriedly shed his boxers. He gazed longingly at Sam's member, wanting to suck on it and to please his boyfriend. Without a second thought, he crawled between Sam's legs and took his erection into his mouth.

It was better than Sam ever could have imagined it to be. "Shit, Rory!" What all of a sudden turned his shy, sweet-natured boyfriend into a sex monster? He writhed on the bed as Rory worked his mouth all over his hardened cock. It was nothing compared to anything else he'd done with Rory before; in fact, Sam thought he might just like oral sex with Rory better than regular old sex. He gripped the bedsheets in his fists, panting as Rory sucked him off, stroking where he couldn't take it in his mouth. "Rory…shit, shit, shit!" He gasped and bucked his hips involuntarily as he came.

By this point, Rory was very hard, pre-come already leaking from the head of his penis. Face flushed, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer and rolled it on. "On your stomach," he commanded. Sam looked surprised; since when was Rory so…almost…kinky? He rolled over, getting on his elbows and knees. He sort of enjoyed the feeling of his semi-hard cock rubbing against the bedsheets. Rory hesitantly probed Sam's tight virgin-to-gay-sex hole, gently rubbing Sam's lower back in circles as he stretched and prepped his boyfriend to fit him.

"Rory, I'm ready," Sam said after a few minutes. Rory nodded, feeling silly that Sam couldn't see him. He lined himself up and pushed in. Sam clenched his teeth at the initial pain, and Rory gasped aloud at how damn good this felt. Waiting a few moments for Sam to get used to the feeling, he pushed in, again and again. He couldn't watch Sam's reactions, but it was kind of turning him on, and Sam's wild moaning when Rory finally found his prostate made it all the more hot to the Irish boy. He reached around and grasped Sam's penis, stroking it in time to his thrusts into Sam's asshole. Sam closed his eyes; he was going to come soon, he was going to come soon, this felt so good, it was so damn good, and he just couldn't take it anymore, and the feeling of this kind of orgasm was intense, it was earth-shattering, it was…it was…he yelled out in ecstasy as he came, harder than he ever had before. The clenching of Sam's hole around Rory's cock was more than enough to send the Irishman over the edge; he came quickly and pulled out. Sam collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, face-first into the pillows.

It was Rory's turn to hold Sam now, and hold him he did, until the morning sun awakened them both.

August 31

"Sam, I really need to tell you this."

Sam immediately paused. There was something in Rory's voice that told him that this was serious. "You know you can tell me anything, baby."

"When I go away," Rory said slowly. "I will not be coming back. Ever."

Sam looked confused. "Did you really hate America that much? Well, okay. I guess I can go see you in Ireland or something."

"No," Rory shook his head. "If you do, I will not be there."

Sam frowned. "What do you mean? Is your family moving?"

Rory took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten. "My name is Rory Alexander Anderson. I'm from the year 2040."

Sam stared at the brunette for several moments before bursting into peals of laughter. "Oh, that's a good one! From the year 2040. What, do you have like, superpowers or something? Oh, baby, you make me laugh. Come on, what did you really want to say?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Rory spat. "It's one-hundred percent true!"

Sam sobered. "For real?"

Rory sighed. "My parents are Kurt and Blaine Anderson. I was a surrogate baby."

"Kurt and…wait, like our Kurt and Blaine?"

Rory nodded. "They were married in 2020. I was born in 2024."

Sam was trying to process this. "What…what about Seamus?"

Rory's face fell. "My birth mother got married a few years after she had me. Seamus is her son, her own actual son. He's technically my half-brother."

"And…wait so…please, explain your family to me."

Rory cleared his throat. "Kurt and Blaine have an open adoption contract with my birth mother. Her name is Catherine. I see her sometimes. She, like Rachel's birth mother, agreed to be a surrogate to my fathers. That is why I have Kurt's eyes and his talent of music, such as playing piano—he taught me. That is why I speak French—because they do. I call Kurt 'Pa' and Blaine 'Da'. Rachel Berry is my godmother. Those cousins I mentioned? They are Blaine's brother's children."

"Then why did you tell us all that your last name is Flanagan?"

"My first name was chosen by Blaine. My middle name was chosen by Kurt—after the designer Alexander McQueen. I used my birth mother's last name as a cover. I couldn't very well tell you all that my last name is Anderson, now, could I?"

Sam was still confused. "I don't get it. How are you here, in 2012?"

Rory took another deep breath. "I can time-travel, at will. I have other powers as well—I can sometimes see the future—but it is mostly the time travelling. There is a group of us who can do it. Actually, loads of people can do it. I met these kids at a conference for children who possess the ability. We found out that all of our parents went to high school together, so we made a pact to go and see what they were like when they were our age."

"Wait, wait," Sam held out his hand. "Who are the others?"

"Sugar, Joe, Sebastian, Harmony, and Wade."

"Who are their parents?"

"Sugar is the daughter of Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez."

"Wow," Sam's eyes widened. "But yeah, I can kind of see that now."

"Sebastian," Rory went on, "is the son of Noah Puckerman and Lauren Zizes."

"Wait, they got back together in the future?"

"Yep," Rory confirmed. "Sebastian was upset to see that they were separated now."

"And what about that Harmony girl?"

"You are not going to believe this, but she is actually the daughter of one Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray."

Sam nearly fell over. "WHAT?"

"It's true," Rory said quickly. "And Wade is the adopted son of Artie. Kurt and Mercedes are his godparents; that is why he is so much like them."

"Well, how about Joe?"

Rory winced. "I…I should not tell you that."

"You've already told me enough," Sam reasoned.

Rory did not want to do this. He knew this would be his breaking point. He tried to sum up the courage, the words to say this. "He is the son of Mercedes…and you."

"Oh my God," Sam breathed. "No…he…he can't be!"

"He is," Rory felt his heart breaking. "I swear to the Lord."

"So…Mercedes and I…we're married? In the future?"

Rory knew his heart was breaking. "Yes."

Sam's voice was choked. "So you and I…"

"Were never meant to be," Rory broke it to him gently. "This is why I was not supposed to fall in love with you, or with any of you, except possibly Harmony or Sugar, because they are from my time already. Sebastian has already gotten in so much trouble for trying to break my fathers up. We are not supposed to fix things or break things when we go back in time. It will alter the future in ways that could be completely irreparable."

"I still don't understand how you can time-travel."

"None of us do," Rory shrugged. "It's some whacky genetic mistake. All we have to do is close our eyes, say an incantation, vividly imagine a time and place, and we are there."

"But…how long can you stay in a place? And how far back can you travel? Can you go to the future? Um, I mean, your future?"

"We can only stay for up to a year, no more. Any more than that, and we cannot get back home. We can travel as far back to our parent's births. And none of us have ever been able to travel ahead in time; we can only seem to manage to go back."

"Wait," a realization was dawning upon Sam. "That attack you had, back in May…"

"Side effect," Rory mumbled. "They suck, but they happen when we go back every so often. We're not entirely positive on what causes them, but we can only guess that it has something to do with our molecules going a bit haywire. Sometimes, they're a warning that we should be going back, that our time is running out. Harmony has already gone back. Joe leaves tomorrow, and Wade the day after that. I believe Sugar leaves today, as well. I'm not sure about Sebastian. He may have gone back around the time that Harmony did."

"What you said, about altering the future if you're not careful…what do you mean?"

"Say someone broke Brittany and Santana up, for good. Then Sugar would not exist. It's hard to explain. For example, I wouldn't be able to harm or kill David Karofsky, because then my parents may not have ever met, and then I really would not exist."

"So…what you're saying…is that once you leave tonight, I'm never going to see you again?"

It was like a knife to Rory's heart. "Yes."

Sam automatically started to cry. "This is why you said you couldn't be with me, isn't it? Because you knew this would happen. My God, Rory, why didn't you tell me before?"

It was Rory's turn to cry. "I couldn't, I just couldn't. I didn't want to break your heart."

"You just did," Sam whispered.

Ouch, another razor-sharp blade to Rory's own heart. "I never, ever expected to fall in love with the past version of you. I never even thought it possible. I know you, the future you, and you're so in love with Mercedes. I was shocked when I came here and saw that she had a boyfriend who wasn't you, and that you were nowhere in sight. I had to pretend like I didn't know you, Sam. I had to pretend like I didn't even know my own parents."

"Do…do they know?"

"Kurt and Blaine? As in, the present Kurt and Blaine? Yes, they are aware. I am not sure that anyone else alerted their future parents as to who they truly were. Then again, I wasn't going to tell them, until I started having feelings for you and I panicked."

"Wait, so how can present Kurt and Blaine and their future selves both know about you? How can you call them at home? How can you be here in 2012 and be calling them in 2040 and talk to them?"

"It's…complicated," Rory sighed. "Sam, I…I have to go back home," he checked his watch, "in…oh, God, not very much time at all. About an hour."

"Can't you stay just a little longer?" Sam begged.

"No," Rory closed his eyes. "If I go back late, I…well, there are consequences, and some right nasty ones at that." He held Sam's hand. "Sam, I love you more than life itself, and I would love nothing more than to stay here with you, forever, but-"

"You're breaking up with me?" Sam's voice broke.

"I'm afraid so," Rory murmured. "You…you are going to have to forget about me, Sam. In," he quickly checked his watch, "fifty-three minutes, I have to leave you forever."

"I can wait," Sam said suddenly, trying to grasp a ray of hope. "I can wait for you, baby."

"When I am sixteen and you are forty-five? Absolutely not," Rory gasped, appalled.

"I just can't freaking believe this is happening right now," Sam groaned. "My boyfriend is from the future and has to leave me in fifty minutes. Forever."

"I don't know how I did not see this," Rory muttered to himself. "I can see when I am going to get a good grade on a test, but I cannot see myself falling in love with you? Some psychic powers." He brushed some stray tears away from his face. "Sam, can we just cuddle and not say anything until I have to go?"

Sam swallowed around the massive lump that had formed in his throat and nodded, opening his arms for Rory to crawl into one last time. He respected Rory's wishes and did not say a word until there were just three minutes left to go. "I love you," he whispered, kissing Rory firmly, not wanting to ever pull away.

"I love you, too." Rory's breath was shaky, and he could already feel the incredible surge in his veins, the pull in his muscles that told him that it was time to leave. He sat back, minding his distance from Sam, and counted the seconds until the stroke of the hour, at which point he closed his eyes and mumbled the incantation to himself that would send him back.

Before Sam's eyes, the brunette started to flicker and become more and more transparent, until he nearly resembled a ghost as he began to fade away from their current year. "Rory!" He desperately reached out, grabbing Rory's hand one last time before the boy would disappear for good. He felt strange; what was going on? What was that tug behind his stomach, that rush of noise pounding in his ears? He felt as if he was being compressed, like he was slowly being squeezed into a tiny box.

And then, everything went black.

To be continued…