Sorry its been so long, I have had exams the last 2 weeks, so its been hard. This one is short, because I am quite busy at the moment, with Christmas coming up… Hope you like it.
Chapter 8 - Let It Be
Kurt's POV.
I didn't know what to do. Did I sit next to him? What did I say? Do I start the conversation, or does he? It was all becoming too much, but I knew it had to happen. Once I had braced myself, I exited my bathroom and walked into my room. Sam was still sitting in the sofa, but the blonde boy had his hands in his head.
"Sam?" I asked sheepishly, worried about the face I would be seeing, not wanting to deal with him crying. I mentally kicked myself for thinking that, as he had been there today through all of my tears.
"Kurt!" he shouted. I had obviously scared him.
He looked up at me, and I did indeed see tear tracks damp on his face. It was an odd picture to see. Sam never struck me as a crier. He usually seemed well composed and hard as nails. I sat down beside him and placed my hand gently on his cheek. I think I would be stupid if I didn't know what he was crying about.
"You hate yourself for being gay, don't you?" I said to him, not really asking him.
"Ho-" he went to ask me, but I cut him off.
"Because, Sam, believe it or not, I am gay too, and I went through the exact same thing too. The only thing I think is different about you is that you have a social standing in our school. And you are dating the prettiest girl in McKinley,"
Sam's POV.
Oh my god, I think I love him. He was beautiful, even when he was being deadly serious about something. He makes me feel better. He makes me feel. I snapped myself out of my reverie and looked at Kurt. His eyes shone like stars. He made me feel like there was a million butterflies in my stomach ready to break out.
"Kurt, you are amazing, I want to be with you," I told him, my voice shaking.
"Sam, I really like you too, and I would love to, but what about Quinn? She is one of my closest friends," he told me and my heart hit the floor, I was sure it was a rejection.
"But, but, Kurt, I think I love you," I had stood up abruptly, I didn't mean to say it, but it was the truth. He looked petrified.
"No, you don't," he said after a while, once he regained his composure.
"I do! I'm going to break up with Quinn! For you Kurt!" I pleaded.
He seemed lost in his own thoughts. I didn't really blame him, a lot had happened today. I was actually surprised that he hadn't caved more by now. After a few minutes of silence he stood up and placed his hands on my hips. Tendrils of heat rushed to my face. What was happening.
"Kurt," I said, but the pale boy placed his finger on my lips.
"I have one condition. You break up with Quinn, but you must also tell her why you are breaking up with her, and about you," the boys proposition made me feel sick, but maybe it was worth it. There was no maybe about it, he is worth it. I would gladly be thrown in a dumpster just to hold the small soprano in my arms.
"Deal," I replied.
Kurt beamed at me and planted his lips passionately on mine. Was this going to be the start of something beautiful and amazing? I broke the kiss and placed a finger softly on his temple. He looked deep into my eyes and saw the lone tear of happiness that rolled down my face.
We cuddled for about twenty minutes when the small boy broke away from me and checked his watch. It was half six already. The girls would be here soon. We tidied up the house and prepared some karaoke games on Finn's x box. At seven sharp the doorbell rang. The girls had arrived.