This is a short one, dunno if im proud of it, but sure here it is anyways. hope you enjoy, please R&R, reviews are lovage Much more to come though, and it will get far more mushy and adult after this i think
Chapter 11 – When All Is Said And Done.
Kurt's POV.
Now the party was starting, and I was getting excited. Brittany was busy perfecting choreography for this number we were going to put together, which was hilarious as she was getting very drunk, very quickly. She tried doing a pirouette and as soon as she landed she fell to the ground, this just made us all chuckle till we cried. She got back to her feet insisting she was okay but stumbled several times before we actually believed her. Sam was sitting apart from everyone, on my bed, looking a little lonely. Felling a little guilty that he was the only other guy I went and sat with him.
"Hey, Sam, you look upset, what's up?" I asked, sounding concerned.
"Nothing at all, Kurt, why do you ask?" he replied, putting a fake smile across his face.
"Get up, we're going for a walk," I said grabbing him by the hand and escorting out of my room, to which earned a high pitched wolf whistle from Santana.
"Simmer down ladies, I'm just a little drunk, Sam is taking me for a walk," I insisted, wishing I hadn't said it automatically when I saw a suspicious glare shine across Mercedes' face.
"Touch my boy and I'll cut you, Blondie!" she spat at Sam.
"Mercedes I'm not silly enough to piss you off," Sam said, his words slurring.
"Good boy," she said with a cheeky wink.
After we had exercised ourselves from my room we walked up stairs to the hallway and to the front door. We put on our coats and left the house, walking over the street. After a minute of walking in silence, I finally stopped Sam and stared at him deep in the eyes.
"Sam you can tell me what's wrong, you know that right?" I told him, trying to sound as earnest as possible.
"I know, Kurt, but things are just getting really confusing and hard for me at the moment," he said, placing his hand sweetly on my face and cupping my cold cheek in his warm hand. Tendrils if heat flowed through my face. But fear bubbled in the pit of my stomach. Was he going to end things between us before they had already begun?
"Sam, are you having second thoughts about us?" I asked sounding a little angrier than I actually was.
"No, absolutely not, never!" he said, stumbling for words. "But, Kurt, you know it is going to be hard for me to explain this to Quinn, I'm scared of hurting her, after all she's been through, she deserves to be happy,"
"Sam, Quinn is one of my dearest friends, so believe me when I tell you that it is going to hurt me as much as it is going to hurt you when you tell her that you are seeing me," I told him, trying to reassure him.
"I know, Kurt, but I really don't want to hurt her, I love her, she is an amazing girl, and an amazing girl friend, this will crush her when I tell her," when he told me this my stomach knotted.
"Well then, Sam Evans, if you love her so much, just forget about me then," I roared and stormed off to the house leaving him all alone, in the dark.
What had I done? I had tossed away the one person that I could have had a real future with. The one person who I think I love. But surely there was no other alternative? Surely I did the right thing. These thoughts occupied me all the way home. When I went to open the door, I turned to see if Sam had followed. I looked up to the top of the hill I had just walked down, and surely enough the handsome jock was at the top, but he wasn't walking, he was just standing there. Guilt attacked my heart, tears burned my eyes, but I turned away and walked into the warm embrace of my cosy house.
Sam's POV.
What had I done? I have just thrown away everything. Kurt was everything to me. Sure, I love Quinn, but not in the way Kurt had assumed. How can I not love her? She was empathic, caring, sweet, warm, welcoming. But she wasn't Kurt. She wasn't even in Kurt's league. I loved her as a friend, but now I can't even tell Kurt that.
These thoughts plagued me all the way to the hill that lead to the Hummel household. Do I do in? Do I ring Kurt first? Instead I just stood at the top of the hill, while tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I had never experienced tears for this reason before.
As I stood at the top of the hill, I tried to clear my head, but instead I just removed my phone from my pocket and dialled Kurt's number. It rang three times until he answered.
"Sam," he said. His voice was thick with tears.
"Kurt, please don't hang up, please just let me in, let me explain myself," I pleaded.
"Come down, I'll open the door" he told me, my heart jumping to my chest in relief.
So, I walked down the hill towards the Hummel house, towards Kurt, I was going to make him see just how much he means to me, and how no one could ever change that, no matter who they were, or what would happen. That we will always be together, even when we are apart. That he will be in my heart forever, no matter what could happen.