Will you all still love me after this?

He clutched at the balled up pair of socks in his hand and threw them once again at the ceiling, only slightly satisfied with the accompanying soft thwack as the bundle of cotton made its way back down to him. Squeezing it between his fingers, he looked over to the clock sitting next to his bed. Eight fifteen. Sam let out a sigh. If he had even wondered it before, this seemed to be confirmation.

He made a balls up mistake.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head. He could still see Kurt's face transform from clearly hiding something to annoyance to exasperation as he pressed him yet again for the reason why Kurt was acting like Karofsky had been assigned as his lab partner. And then when had just mentioned not even Matt seemed to know what was up with him, all hell had broken loose.

While Sam had only know Kurt a little under three months, there had been a few times he had seen his boyfriend angry. The time Azimio mistakenly thought he could get away with shoving Tina into the closed for repairs men's room came to mind. Kurt had flown right into the goon's face, pulling Tina behind him and made enough of a racket until Finn and Puck had rounded the corner alerted by the yelling something was wrong. He still smiled when he remembered the unfortunate soccer mom who mistakenly thought she could wrest the last Marc Jacobs sweater out of Kurt's slim hands. From time to time Sam wondered if she had ever fully recovered her hearing from that day. And it went without saying there had been more than a few showdowns with Rachel over solos and her constant presence in the Hummel-Hudson household.

He had just never seen it turned on him. And just because he had asked Matt if he knew what was going on with Kurt.

It had seemed like a reasonable decision. These days Kurt spent more time with Matt than Mercedes thanks to their glee assignment and Mike actually acting on his feelings for Mercedes. Every time he has asked if Kurt was free after school for the past two weeks, the answer had always been no because he had something to do with Matt. If someone knew Kurt only from Facebook, the immediate impression was Matt was Kurt's best friend and had been for years.

Which Sam still thought was pretty damn strange considering the two had barely interacted prior Matt's Kurt-prescribed makeover. And he still wondered what they could possibly find to talk about all the time since it was often like pulling teeth to get Matt to say anything. For awhile he had thought Matt's presence in glee club was actually a well-constructed joke until he saw the guy dance. Then it all became clear.

He could understand how a friendship had sprung up. After all there was nothing Kurt like more than someone he thought had talent. And with their best friends so obviously into each other, it was probably a given at some point they would talk about how to get Mike or Mercedes to make the first move. After all Kurt had been obsessing about the entire time he had known him. Sam suspected a deeply hidden matchmaking streak was starting to rear its head in Kurt. It was probably for the best Artie and Tina had gotten together before it showed.

What he didn't understand was how close it seemed to become in practically no time. If there was one word that could describe Kurt, guarded immediately sprang to mind. Not that there wasn't a good reason for that, Sam understood. While he had only recently moved to Lima, the small town he grew up in had the same bullies and ignorant morons calling the shots. He had been lucky. Cincinnati was close enough to drive to. While not the most progressive city on the planet, it was still a smidgen of acceptance to be found. The closest city Kurt had was Columbus and that was still a drive. Keeping walls up meant staying safe from the names and the taunts. Whoever said words didn't hurt didn't try growing up gay in small town America.

Like him, Kurt didn't let just anyone in. A lifetime of harassment had taught them to keep their distance. Trust was a hard fought commodity, gained over months and in actions. And once given, that person was family. One didn't date Kurt and not like his friends. You didn't like his friends and Kurt was coming near you. It was as simple as that.

And Sam did like Kurt's friends. He didn't just hang around with the glee club because it was the cool things to do. But he at least understood why Kurt was so fiercely loyal to them. Mercedes, Tina and Artie were supportive of Kurt's coming out. Finn had taken it upon himself to harass the bullies. Quinn consistently backed up Kurt's quest for more solos in glee. Even if she would never admit to it publically and then she would only claim it was because of the Cheerios, Santana had put the full weight of her head cheerleader status behind keeping the likes of Karofsky and Azimio at bay. If Kurt had gotten mad about his involving one of them, he wouldn't like it but he would understand it at least.

But Matt?

Yes Matt was helping with the bully situation, Sam acknowledged. But it wasn't a personal crusade the way it was with Finn. He didn't make a big deal about Kurt's sexuality but as far as Sam could tell, Matt didn't make a big deal over most things. That was what was so confusing. It wasn't that Sam disliked Matt, he just couldn't understand what had inspired such loyalty on Kurt's part. Sam just wasn't sure agreeing to a makeover was suddenly a one way ticket to trust.

Of course in the end it didn't really matter if he understood it or not. Kurt clearly was going to be friends with Matt. And it wasn't Sam's place to understand it. He knew that. And he should have just waited until Kurt told him what was going on today. He was just concerned. It just wasn't like Kurt to act so nervous about his own shadow. All he had really wanted to know was that nothing had happened to cause those nerves. If someone had made Kurt nervous, Sam wanted to know about it. He should know about it. It was his job as a boyfriend to know about it.

Sitting up, Sam grabbed for his keys on the nightstand. He clearly wasn't going to get anywhere just laying on his bed throwing socks around. He needed to talk to Kurt and apologize.

Sitting behind the wheel of his Mustang, Sam took a deep breath and steadied himself before going up the walk to the door. Yes that was Matt's Jeep sitting there on the street. They were probably rehearsing for their glee performance. He had heard from Tina about Mr. Schue now needing to approve everything and he knew Kurt would never let something be presented if it wasn't perfect. It was a good thing Matt was there. He could apologize to Matt in front of Kurt. If Matt was cool about it, and Sam honestly hoped he would be, then it would help get Kurt talking to him.

No the real issue was going to be Mr. Hummel. He had only met Kurt's father a handful of times and the man quite frankly scared him shitless. The older man hadn't said anything in so many words, but Sam had a very clear idea that if he did anything to hurt Kurt, Mr. Hummel would hurt him and knew plenty of places to hide his body so the police wouldn't find him. He would almost rather deal with Coach Sylvester over Mr. Hummel any day of the week.

"You're being an idiot." Sam told himself in a harsh whisper. "Kurt will let you in the house. Finn would let you in the house. Ms. Hudson would let you in the house. Mr. Hummel would only keep you outside on the porch until Kurt told him to let you in. Quit being a chicken and just go up there."

Taking a final breath, he forced himself to exit the car and walk the few steps up the walk. Glancing in to make sure Mr. Hummel wasn't sitting in front of the TV (ok he was still a chicken) he stopped short noticing Matt and Kurt in the living room. Well of course they would be there, Sam tried to reason. That was where the piano was. He knew Kurt was playing the piano for their piece. Of course that didn't' explain why they were currently throwing pillows at each other. Or why it didn't look like Matt had even taken his guitar out of his case. Or why Hairspray of all movies was playing on the TV and popcorn was on the coffee table.

If he didn't know better, Sam would swear this looked like a date. More than a little odd for a guy with a boyfriend and his straight friend.

Knocking on the door, Sam waiting to see who was going to open it. If it was Kurt everything was going to go fine, he told himself. It if it was Matt, something was going to go wrong. He smiled when Kurt open the door.

"Can we talk?"

"You know it's kinda a bad time….." Kurt hemmed, his eyes darting back into the living room.

"I saw Matt's car." Sam said quickly. "If you're rehearsing…."

"No. No. We're done." Matt answered for Kurt, coming towards the door with the guitar case in his hand. "You stay. I've got to get going."

"I don't mean to run you off…." Sam started before Matt waved his hand.

"Don't worry about it. We've got the song down. And we've established Kurt's never going to keep up with me on the dance floor. I have to go."

"Look before you do, I'm sorry if I harassed you today." Sam said quickly, keeping one eye on Kurt the entire time. "I shouldn't have dragged you into my issues."

"It's fine." Matt responded. "No hard feelings. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Sam agreed as Matt moved past both of them to his car. "He really is a nice guy."

"Yeah. The best." Kurt answered softly.