Hey all! Thank you again for the reviews! Here's the fourth installment of our Kam adventures! Hope you like! And I'm running on the assumption that the Hudson's haven't moved back in with the Hummel's yet, but I really don't know since they haven't addressed it yet so… just roll with it :D

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For the last two weeks Sam would go to Kurt's on the weekend for tutoring. Of course they would only study for about two hours before Sam would get distracted by Kurt's surprisingly awesome video game collection. So walking up to Kurt's door had become a familiar routine that Sam actually enjoyed. Only this time instead of Kurt answering the door, it was a gruff older man. Must be Kurt's dad, Sam thought.

"Hi," he said. "Um… I'm Sam. I'm here to uh… study." Wow this guy's intimidating.

The man eyed Sam's letterman jacket with a look of… was that anger?

"You one of those assholes that hurt my kid?" the man growled.

"What! No! I—

"Dad!" Kurt came up behind his father putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dad, Sam's here for extra help in Spanish, I told you that." Sam looked between the two with a confused look on his face. It was then that he noticed the Ace Bandage on Kurt's wrist.

"Sorry Kurt, I guess the four hours in the emergency room must have clouded my memory." Kurt looked down guiltily until the man squeezed his shoulder and whispered something Sam couldn't hear.

Kurt took a deep breath before looking back to Sam, a fake smile plastered on his face.

"Sorry about that Sam. My dad can go a little… papa bear sometimes." He moved out of the doorway motioning Sam inside.

"No don't worry about it. But what happened?" he asked, his voice full of concern. Kurt however just shrugged in response.

"Nothing, really. Don't worry about it—

"Don't worry about it?" Burt yelled from the kitchen. "Kurt you got jumped by four football players! You could have gotten a lot more than a sprained wrist and bruised ribs!"

Sam's mouth dropped in shock. How could someone do that to Kurt? And four of them! All on my team?

"Dad," Kurt said exasperatedly. "Please, can you just drop it?" His face was pleading. Burt however shook his head. "Kurt, if Finn and that Mohawk kid hadn't come across it…" he trailed off, biting his lip and staring at his shoes. "Kurt, what if I lost you?" his voice was soft and sad; Sam suddenly felt like he was intruding on the small family.

"I know dad," Kurt said, his voice surprisingly strong. "But you didn't. I'm okay. And speaking of Finn, you should probably leave soon or you're gonna be late for your brunch with Carole." Burt slowly nodded, grabbing his jacket and heading out, but not before giving Kurt another squeeze on the shoulder.

It wasn't until Sam heard the front door close that Kurt turned to face him, his eyes moist.

"Sorry about that… family drama, ya know." He said with a sad chuckle. "So uh… yeah let's head to the basement and we can go over the new vocabulary." Sam nodded following Kurt down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" he asked after the two boys sat down.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you're crying."

Kurt suddenly wiped his eyes forcefully. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, Kurt. Why are you apologizing?"

Kurt sighed leaning back on the couch. "I don't know. Just had a rough night, I guess." He whispered the last part, his eyes downcast.

"Kurt… what happened?"

It was awhile before Kurt answered. "I was walking home from Artie's house when… when four guys, all in letterman jackets, came up to me. They asked me what I was doing… they called me a fag, nothing I'm not used to… but I thought that was it until they grabbed wrist and… twisted…it behind my back. I fell. They kicked me." He stopped to take a shaky breath. "Luckily, Finn and Puck were heading back from the arcade and they pulled them off me. Finn took me to the hospital and called my dad. We were there half the night." Tears were flowing freely from Kurt's eyes and Sam reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand.

"I'm really… really sorry, Kurt." The boy whispered. "You don't deserve that." Kurt looked up into Sam's face. It was then that they both realized how close they really were, Sam's hand still holding Kurt's. They both drew a little closer. Sam could smell Kurt's breath, peppermint, he noticed. His face grew hot as he drew a little closer, their noses practically touching…

ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES

Both boys broke apart like they had been shocked. Kurt moved to grab his phone, his cheeks red.

"Mercedes? … hey… yeah I can't really talk right now, I… yeah… okay… sure… see you then… no, I'm fine… yes, I'm sure… I'll call you later… love you too."

Both boys sat in an awkward silence, each on the far ends of the couch. "So…uh… Spanish?"

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HA! Cockblock! Sorry, not ready for the heavy make out session yet xp But please don't let that stop you from reviewing! It gives me my FUEL! (Oh and if you want to read a really good Kurt/Sam story, check out The New Boy in Town by TheCommonGleek. It's INCREDIBLE!