I am so so so so so so SOOOOO sorry it's been so long since I updated. It's been crazy with my classes so I've fallen behind and I am SO sorry. I hope this chapter makes it up to you all :D

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It had been about two weeks since the… almost kiss… in Kurt's basement and neither Kurt or Sam were looking to bring it up. It was the giant pink elephant in the room, neither of the boys looking to acknowledge it out of fear of getting hurt. So they went on with their same routine, studying for about a half an hour, then playing video games while talking about everything… well… everything except the 'almost kiss'. So when Sam got out of his car in front of Kurt's house he was not expecting to see Kurt running out of his house, hair in ten different directions and tears on his face.

"Kurt? … Kurt!" Sam called out. After he called his name a second time Kurt turned around, looking confused at first.

"Oh… Sam, I'm sorry I… I totally forgot I… We can't study today I…" he was cut off when Sam put his hands on his shoulders.

"Kurt… what happened?" The smaller boy looked up at him, his blue/green eyes filled with tears.

"My dad… had a heart attack yesterday…" Sam froze, his hands still on Kurt's small shoulders. He did the only thing he could think to do, throw the boy into his chest and hold him close.

"I'm so sorry Kurt… is he… Is he okay?"

"He's in a coma… the doctors don't know if… if he's gonna wake up…" Sam just held him tighter, he could feel his shirt getting damp from Kurt's tears yet he didn't utter a single whimper.

"I'll take you to the hospital, you're in no condition to drive—"

"No," Kurt shook his head as he pulled away from Sam's arms. "Thanks anyway Sam but… driving calms me down. And I'd… I'd really like to be alone right now… if you don't mind?"

"No, not at all Kurt, I understand." Sam gave Kurt one last hug then got into his car.

He would see the boy walk through the hallways, always with a tear-stained face and his eyes blank and vacant. Sam would sometimes wave but Kurt wouldn't notice. He wished he could so something for him but… what do you say to a guy who might lose his father? Sam didn't know… but he wished he did.

Sam woke up in the hospital wait, why am I in the hospital? He moved to get up when it hit him. Ow! Oh yeah… three hundred pound linebacker. Great! Nothing like being stuck in the hospital… hospital! Kurt's in the hospital! With his dad! Sam got up slowly and looked down, thankful that they had kept him in his football uniform (minus the pads and jersey) so he wouldn't have to worry about his ass hanging out in the hospital gown. Now he could go find Kurt, he knew he wanted to be alone but Sam was sure part of him wanted company, as much as people (especially Kurt) like to pretend they can handle it on their own, it always helps to have people there.

Sam looked around the hospital until he found the nurse's station.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where Burt Hummel's room is, please?"

"Second floor, ICU."

The lady barely looked up from her computer but hey, she told Sam what he needed to know, so he hurried up the stairs until he found it.

It seemed so strange. This was the same man who threatened Sam, the same man with the intimidating, strong handshake. It didn't seem right to see him so… fragile. And to see Kurt, sitting next to the bed staring down at his father, hand grasping the older man's with a death grip.

Sam softly knocked on the door.

"If you're here to pray, please don't waste your time." Kurt said without looking up.

"Don't worry; I'm not really the praying type."

Kurt looked up, surprised to hear Sam's voice.

"Sam? What are you doing here?"

Sam pointed to the sling around his arm. "Dislocated my shoulder during the football game. Thought I'd check on you."

"Don't worry Sam, I'm fine."

"Why don't I believe you?" Sam took a seat next to Kurt and put his hand over Kurt's free hand and squeezed it. They sat like that for what felt like a long time until Sam's mom texted him, asking him to meet her downstairs.

"I'm sorry, Kurt I gotta go, my mom's waiting." Kurt looked up at him with sad, understanding eyes.

"I understand. Thank you, for sitting with me… it was really nice."

"Of course… I'll see you later, okay?" Sam had to resist the urge to kiss Kurt's brow, before he left.

While doing his usual nightly routine (playing video games) Sam couldn't stop thinking about Kurt, and how grateful he seemed just to have someone there. It was then that it occurred to him: Kurt's mom is dead! So... where the hell was Kurt staying? He had run into him coming out of his house, and that was the day after his father's heart attack! He couldn't still be staying in his house alone, could he? Of course, this is Kurt we're talking about. Of course he would insist on staying by himself. Before Sam even turned off his game, he rushed out of his house, into his car, and headed to the one place he knew he was needed.

Sam knocked on Kurt's door for about five minutes but no one answered. His car's in the driveway, I know he's home. Sam tried the door, finding it unlocked, and slowly walked inside. I know, that's kind of creepy, but Kurt really needs someone right now. He looked through the living room and kitchen and found nobody. He was about to head out when he heard music coming from upstairs. He opened the door to find Kurt in (what he assumed was his father's bedroom) curled up on the floor in front of an old dresser, all the drawers pulled out.

"Kurt?" he asked softly, wondering if he was asleep. He wasn't. Kurt immediately sat up, surprised etched all over his face.

"Sam? What?... What are you… What?"

"Hey, calm down. I'm not gonna rob you." Sam said with a small chuckle.

Kurt soon came down from his shock. "Sam what are you doing here?"

Sam shuffled his feet. Suddenly his idea of heroism suddenly seemed kind of… creepy. "It uh… occurred to me that… you were probably staying here by yourself."

"Oh… and you thought you'd just… break in?"

Sam blushed. "I know that seems kind of… weird… but I knocked for like five minutes and no one answered but I was really worried about you because you seemed so sad… well of course you seemed sad your dad's in the hospital, but the door was unlocked so I technically didn't break in and—"

"Sam," Kurt said, raising his hand with a bemused smile on his face. "It's okay, I understand. That's really very sweet of you. But I'm fine… really." Sam, however, was still unconvinced.

"Kurt, you shouldn't stay here all by yourself… why don't you stay with me?" Kurt looked surprised at his suggestion. Sam himself was quite surprised but did not regret asking it.

"Thank you for the offer, Sam but… I think I'd rather stay here. It just feels normal, you know." You still shouldn't be alone.

"Can I stay here with you?" Kurt answered by scooting over and patting the spot of floor next to him. Sam sat down next to Kurt, and both lied down on the floor.

"What's that smell?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"The dresser. My mom spilled her perfume on it a long time ago… I like smelling her."

"Oh. It smells really pretty."

It was almost completely silent except for the music playing in the background. Was that Mellencamp? The combination of the music and the smell of sweet perfume was enough to make Sam almost fall asleep until Kurt broke the silence.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Sam turned to look at Kurt, whose eyes were filled with tears.

"What am I gonna do? He's all I have left Sam, I can't lose him." Kurt then looked at Sam. "We were supposed to have dinner this Friday, and I blew him off. Again. This tradition meant so much to him and I disappointed him. That's the last thing he said to me, that he was disappointed in me. What if that's the last thing he says ever?" Kurt was full on sobbing now. "I never told him how much he meant to me I…" Kurt was no longer making coherent sentences just sobs. He rolled onto his side, away from Sam, embarrassed that the boy had seen him in such a state. Sam, however, was not turned away. He curled up next to Kurt and, without thinking, wrapped his arm around him, interlacing his fingers into Kurt's. He held him close as Kurt's sobs slowly subsided. And that's how they slept that night. Curled up on the floor as Mellencamp and Kurt's mother's perfume danced over them.

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Okay. Finally! Chapter five! It may not be the best written story ever, as I rushed but I hope you like it! Please review, even though I've neglected you all (I'm so sorry) I still love the reviews and they help with the story so much!