This is a bit crappy and they smile a lot. Like, A LOT.

'So… Here we are. You've been here before, last year, right?'

'Yeah… I don't remember it very well, though.'

'I'll give you a tour later.'

Kurt and Sam hauled Sam's bags inside. They'd only just arrived at the Hummel-Hudson household, where Sam would be staying for a while.

Kurt wasn't entirely sure what 'a while' had meant, but he didn't have any trouble with it, although he hoped that no one would tell Sam about the tiny crush Kurt had had for a while.

Now that he had Blaine, he honestly couldn't really see what he ever saw in Sam, as he was almost exactly the opposite of Blaine in appearance and Kurt hadn't actually known Sam all that well in the times of terribly misguided crush number two.

Kurt cringed a little as he opened the fridge.

'You okay, dude?'

Sam had settled for leaning against the counter, not knowing where the glasses and stuff were and not really sure if he was on good enough terms to just go to the living room to wait there.

'Huh? Yeah, I'm fine.'

Kurt smiled for reassurance.

'What do you want to drink?'

'Just water's fine.'

A minute later, they were sitting in the living room, relaxing after having spent the past couple of hours packing, lifting the bags in and out of the car and driving a pretty big distance from where Sam's family lived to Lima, Ohio.

Both of them sighed, almost at the same moment and shared a smile, before returning to their drinks.

'So… Where am I sleeping, actually?'

'No one told you that?'

'No.'

'My room. Finn's room is a little too messy and small.'

In the middle of his sentence, Sam almost choked on his drink and started coughing. Kurt frowned and patted his back, not very sure what else to do.

'Are you okay?'

'Yeah, just… Does this mean I'm going to have to sleep in your bed or something?'

Sam looked a little confused, but Kurt couldn't help but feeling a tad bit offended.

'No, an air mattress will be set up when we go to sleep, but I don't see why it would be a problem if you had to sleep in my bed.'

'No, don't misunderstand me. I really couldn't care less if I had to sleep in your bed, with or without you in it, but…'

Sam trailed off and averted his eyes.

'But what, Sam?'

'I just… Kind of… Tend to…'

By now, Kurt just looked incredibly confused and Sam was turning a little red. Whether it was from embarrassment or because he seemed to hold in his breath, Kurt wasn't sure.

'Just tell me already.'

'Ikindoftendtokickandturnand… clingalotinmysleep.'

Sam gasped for breath.

'… Come again?'

Slightly irritated and obviously just embarrassed, Sam huffed.

'I kind of tend to kick and turn in my sleep, as well as cling to people. Mercedes told me that.'

'… Okay. Apart from the fact that you slept with Mercedes in a bed, and I don't need the details of that, just so you know, I tend to cling to people too and according to Blaine, I'm an 'athletic sleeper'… Which probably means I've kicked him and hit him in the nose one or two times…'

'…'

'Stop laughing!'

'I'm sorry, but you have to admit that's kind of funny, dude.'

'… It actually is… For us, not so much for Blaine, probably.'

By now, they were both giggling. It took them a while to push aside the thought of a grumpy Blaine and Mercedes, but then, Kurt turned to face Sam properly.

'Anyway, as I was saying, we're planning to put an air mattress under my bed, which we can take out when you decide to go to sleep. Unless you have any trouble sleeping on it, otherwise we have to switch beds.'

'No, no, it'll be fine.'

Kurt smiled and lifted the glasses, now empty, off the coffee table, got up and walked to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. Sam followed him.

'Hey, Kurt?'

'Yes?'

'You do realize I didn't mean anything with not exactly wanting to sleep in a bed with you, right? Not because you're gay or anything, I'd just rather not wake up and find you standing in the bathroom with a bleeding nose and half your face black and blue or something.'

'I get it, Sam. It's alright. Apparently we're kind of the same on that front… Which probably means it would lead to a disaster if you put the two of us in one bed.'

They laughed for a bit.

'So… You want a tour of the house?'

'That… Would probably be a good idea.'

Umm... This one kind of jumped into my head. Tomorrow I'll continue writing Diary of Kurt if anyone's interested...