Hello, fellow Gleeks!

Welcome to my new Hevans fanfic! This story is basically is Ryan Murphy decided to keep Sam as Kurt's love interest instead of Blaine. The latter will be in this story from time to time but not a HUGE part. He won't be the "villain," so this isn't a "not Blaine friendly," fanfic! There just won't be any romance! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

-- Erin!

"We'd like to introduce our new member, Sam Evans!"

A lean blond teenager strode into the room, wearing a bright blue jacket and sporting a wide grin. He approached Mr. Shue and shook his hand, enthusiastically.

Another year, another struggle to keep the Glee club alive. Adding a new cute teen football player to the mix seems like the perfect solution.

Kurt was sitting in the back of the room with Mercedes. The first time he noticed the blonde teen was the very first time the Glee club sang "Empire State of Mind" in the courtyard, but he really didn't pay much attention. Finn was the one who really noticed him first. He sure looked like he enjoyed himself.

Now, seeing Sam up close, Kurt smiled. He had a really strong feeling this boy played for his team.

Finally!

He needs someone he can talk to! Someone who won't think he's a freak! Someone who wouldn't be afraid to talk to him without being bullied themselves!

Kurt bit his lip slightly. Could it be all in his head? Maybe his gaydar was off.

As Sam smiled at the group and sat down in front of Kurt, the latter got a better look at his head. The light blonde color looked almost impossibly too light to be natural.

Yep! Definitely gay!

Kurt was kind of in a daze, but he overheard Mr. Schue saying something about doing a duet in front of the club. Something about winning two tickets to Breadstix.

The smirk on Kurt's face grew as he thought about getting closer to this attractive new boy.

Kurt said, "Should we do a duet?" to the blonde teen.

Sam looked around the hallway quickly. He didn't know how to respond at first to the sudden question. It was more of a strong suggestion, but the boy was still staring at him, waiting for an answer.

"Oh, should we?" Sam smirked, putting some heavy textbooks into his locker. Kurt kept his eyes on the teenager and nodded slightly. Suddenly feeling nervous for once. He didn't want to seem too pushy towards the new student, but he wanted to be persistent. He had read in those teen magazines that girls love it when men are persistent and sure of themselves. Though, those types of magazines were usually for straight guys trying to get laid. It could still work.

Sam had to think for a moment longer.

He didn't want to assume, but just by the way this kid looked at him, the way he stood, the way he dressed, Sam assumed that this kid wasn't straight.

It was just a guess.

Sam hasn't been around many gay guys before. He feels weird about it because he came from an all-guys school. However, since the school was filled with so much testosterone, the guys were really aggressive towards each other, but Sam wasn't like that.

"Sure."

Kurt was taken back a bit. His eyes widened, and he stared at the teenager. The sad thing is, Kurt flinched when Sam responded. He started to regret his decision, but once Sam responded, he felt calm. Was he actually having a conversation with a guy without him being afraid of Kurt's sexuality and him having his "gayness" rubbed off on him?

He actually agrees.

"Y-yes?" Kurt confirmed, and Sam nodded with a shy smile. "Yeah, but on one condition," he stated, as he turned his full attention to Kurt and put his finger up in front of his face.

"Okay," Kurt exhaled. His confidence rising, seeing how this guy didn't seem as scary as the others.

He stated with a small smirk, "I get to choose the song." Kurt kind of got nervous at this condition.

He knows that his voice is pretty rare. There aren't a lot of countertenors out there. Especially in high school. So his voice doesn't fit every song. Kurt knows this.

Kurt stuttered. Suddenly nervous again. "You haven't even heard me sing."

Sam straightened up and closed his locker shut. Kurt flinched at the loud noise. Sam noticed this but didn't say anything.

"You haven't heard me either," Sam said. "We're even." He shrugged. "Is it a deal?" He put his hand out for Kurt to shake. Kurt bit his lip slightly, but he saw the look in Sam's eyes. He didn't want this to be a trick. He didn't want this to be another "Finn" situation. Going up to another straight guy and making him uncomfortable. He didn't know this kid really at all, but he seems so pure. So genuine. This can't be a trick, can it?

But what if he feels pressured to say "yes"?

Kurt zoned out, but was brought back into reality by hearing Sam clear his throat gently. His hand was still outstretched, waiting for Kurt to shake it.

Kurt smiled lightly and nodded. He finally gripped Sam's tough hand and shook it.

"I accept your offer."

"Do you really think it's a good idea?" Rachel asked, sitting down next to Kurt at the lunch table. They both grabbed their trays and found a quiet table in the corner. Kurt continued to pick at his orange slices while avoiding eye contact.

"Rachel, stop. Finn already lectured me about it. I don't need to hear it from you too," he mumbled, before stuffing a piece of lumpy bread in his mouth. Letting his hands fall into his lap.

"We're just looking out for your best interest--"

"Me? No you're not! You guys just don't want me to turn another guy gay!" Kurt snapped. His voice lowered slightly when he noticed people looking his way. He didn't want to draw any more attention than necessary right now.

"Kurt," Rachel started, exhaling. "We just don't want you to make Sam uncomfortable. He's new, and we need him in Glee. Besides, he's not gay--"

"How do you know?" Kurt grunted. He hated the assumption. Rachel exhaled again and looked around the lunchroom. "We are asking you as friends. Leave Sam alone." She spoke in a steady voice, before picking up her lunch tray and tossing the food in the trash bin.

Kurt was now alone at the table. He shook his head as his fingers drummed the cold, hard surface. He exhaled through his nose, and he noticed the football players in the lunchroom laughing together. The tall jocks were holding an empty slushie cup, slightly dripping with red dye.

The taller one threw the cup into the trash and chuckled even more.

"We got ourselves another fag to tease."

The term itself sent shivers down Kurt's spine. He stood tall to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Who you talking about?" Another jock asked. A jock who wasn't involved in this situation.

"The new blond dude. Another one of those fancy pants show-tuner types." This comment made the other football players chuckle. As if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Kurt's eyes widened to the size of saucers. He dropped the piece of bread he was eating. He turned slightly towards the jocks that were walking closer to his table. One jock stopped in his tracks, looking at the lone boy.

What are you looking at, princess? You may be next!" He snarled, flicking some of the leftover dye from his fingers onto the boy's face. "Watch out," he growled before walking past him. The other football players followed behind him like a pack of lost puppies.

Kurt exhaled as the teens left him alone again; he was in the clear.

He wiped the little bit of red dye off his cheek before getting up quickly. He took his tray and threw all his half-eaten food in the trash, then dashed through the hall. He bumped into a few students on his way out.

The halls were pretty empty now since it's lunch time.

The empty hallways made him even more nervous. The silence was eerie. He feared an aggressive jock might pop out from around a corner and douse him in the familiar cold liquid that had stained about half of his old designer clothes.

As Kurt walked past the bathrooms, he saw Quinn. But she came out of the boys' bathroom, making Kurt raise an eyebrow.

"Quinn?" he questioned. The cheerleader stopped in her tracks suddenly. She was holding a white rag, but it was stained with some red dye that was still slightly dripping through her fingers.

"Oh hey," she said, awkwardly. Wiping her stained finger on the clean rag she was holding.

There was silence for a moment. Kurt was eyeing the "Men's Room" sign and the obvious female. Suddenly, Quinn realized why it was so awkward.

"Oh! That!" She nodded, shaking her head. "I was just helping Sam clean up. He got shushied pretty badly. I wanted to take him into the men's room so he wouldn't be humiliated anymore." She snickered quietly.

Kurt sighed; he knew Sam was the slushie victim.

"Red dye," Kurt groaned. "That's always the worst. It definitely stains clothes." He laughed gently, and Quinn nodded in agreement. She hadn't been slushed as much as him, or most of the Glee club members, but she remembered the cleaning disaster with the red slushie. She was going to have to deep scrub her hands to get the dye off.

She smiled and said, "I'm more worried about his hair."

Kurt had to hold back a laugh. His hair would definitely suffer from the red dye. Especially since it was such lightly colored.

He asked softly, "Is he still in there?" The girl nodded her head. She noticed Kurt's hesitation to move forward and tilted her head down to look into his eyes.

She said, "He's cool, Kurt. He's not like the other guys."

Her soft voice and sudden reassurance actually shocked him. He was never close to her but she always seemed like the main source of most of the Glee Club drama, but she actually seems genuine for once.

She gave him a soft smile before walking down the empty hallway once more. As soon as she was out of sight, he headed for the bathroom.

Sam was still in there. Facing the mirrors. His shirt was completely drenched, and Quinn was right about his hair. The red tips were now visible, and it looked like he was trying to get them out. His head was practically in the sink faucet.

Kurt sighed. Suddenly feeling terrible, he knew it wasn't his fault that he got slushied, but he couldn't help but feel bad. He had just arrived at this school and was barely in the Glee club and he was already being bullied. Kurt knew better than anyone how much bullying could affect someone.

Kurt hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to come off as creepy, but he really wanted to take a paper napkin and wipe the long streak of dye dripping down the nape of Sam's neck.

But Kurt remembered the whole "moist toilette" incident with Finn. He didn't want to make the same mistake.

He accidentally touched the back of Sam's arm, causing the boy to jump slightly at the sudden contact.

Sam straightened up. His hair was plastered against his forehead, and his eyes were slightly closed from the drips of water falling onto them. Despite the water running down his face and into his eyes, he could still feel Kurt standing next to him.

"Kurt?" He asked. His eyes were still closed and he placed his hands out in front of him. Like he had no vision at all. Kurt smirked and nodded, even though the boy can't see it.

"How did you know?" Kurt asked as he grabbed a spare rag from his bag. He always came prepared. He gently wiped Sam's forehead; however, the teen didn't flinch at his touch.

Sam finally opened his eyes fully and saw the boy in front of him. "I can smell your cologne," he simply responded.

That comment made Kurt smile, but also made him feel slightly insecure. Was it too strong?

Secretly, Kurt lifted the collar of his coat and sniffed the inside of it. It didn't smell strong to him.

"I'm actually glad you're here." Sam spoke. Running his fingers through his hair. Kurt looked the teen in the eyes and his heart sped up. He's happy to see him?

"You are?" Kurt squeaked out. Voice an octave higher then normal.

"Yeah!" Sam responded. "I figured out a song we could sing together! It might be odd, but I was thinking maybe--."

"Uh, Sam," Kurt said, stopping him. Sam's smile faded slightly as he stopped in his tracks.

"What's up?" he asked, leaning against the sink edge as the dye finally dried.

"I... feel like you don't want to sing with me." Kurt finally admitted. He saw the emotions change on Sam's face. "And I apologize for being so pushy about it." His voice went lower and Sam scoffed slightly.

"You weren't pushy, Kurt," he said to the slightly shorter boy. "I gave you my word and I was fine with it. I could've said no, but I didn't. You asked me and I said yes. It was simple."

Why does this blond teen make it so hard?

"Sam," Kurt said, starting forward. "This is only going to get worse." He gestured around at the situation they were in. Sam, dripping from the red slush on the floor, cold and shivering.

"I don't want it to get any worse for you," Kurt said. He looked at the bathroom door and smiled sadly.

He basically whispered, "I think you should ask Quinn to be your partner." It sounded almost like he was breaking up with someone and giving them the whole "It's not you, it's me," speech.

"Did I do something to offend you?" Sam asked. Kurt's heart honestly melted at this. No one had ever cared about his feelings as much as Sam did. Someone he had literally just met that week.

"No, not at all." Kurt smiled, sadly. "Don't take this the wrong way but you've been so sweet to me."

Kurt was startled by Sam's loud laughter; he shook his head at the slightly smaller boy.

"Why would I take that the wrong way?" he asked, generally.

"Just... I don't know where to go from there," he exhaled. "I think you should ask Quinn to sing with you."

Sam looked confused and looked around the empty bathroom for a few seconds. "Why Quinn?" he finally asked, his words coming out in a rush after he had opened and closed his lips several times before.

Kurt hated to say this. He really did.

He finally admitted, "I think she likes you. You probably like her too." He added.

Sam still didn't say anything; he just continued to run his hands through his damp hair.

"Well…" He started. His emotions were hard to read on his face. Kurt couldn't tell if he was upset or relieved he didn't have to sing with the local gay kid.

"I mean, if you want to."

Kurt felt himself getting oddly emotional. His face heated up from sudden embarrassment. He knew he had to leave this bathroom; he had said what he wanted to say.

Or needed to say.

Kurt finally nodded slightly and turned away to grab the door handle of the bathroom.

He asked before the boy could exit. Kurt bit his lip and turned his head just enough to face the blonde boy. "I'll figure it out. It's okay."

He finally walked out the door, without looking back. He didn't want to see his happy face he was probably making right now.

He should know that isn't the case.

"Hey, Kid."

Kurt heard someone at the doorframe of his room. He jumped in his seat. He was facing his vanity with a tweezer between his fingers. He didn't want his dad to see him plucking his eyebrows.

"Oh, hey dad," he said, lightly. His dad had his arms crossed and was sighing. He stepped forward into the room and sat on his son's bed.

"Finn told me about what happened. He said you and the new kid, Sam were gonna sing together..."

Kurt rolled his eyes and continued to pluck his eyebrows; he didn't care anymore if his dad saw. He wanted a distraction from this topic.

"Yeah," he simply responded. "I told him to find someone else to sing with." He grunted and dropped his tweezers aggressively. "Someone who's more appropriate for the world." A small whisper escaped his lips.

"Kurt..."

He looked at his dad's face in the reflection of the mirror. He really just wanted him to leave, but his dad is all he really has right now. He didn't want to shut him out.

"It's fine, dad. He's straight; 'I'm not. Therefore, we can't do a duet. Simple."

It sounded simple, but both Burt and his son knew it wasn't so easy.

"Kurt, I know you. You usually don't care about what people think or say. Everyone told you to break up the partnership, but you didn't want to at first. What changed?" He asked, gently.

"It's just...," his voice cracked, so he cleared it. "It wasn't just about me. I didn't want him to be bullied. He already gets teased for being in Glee, but if he sang with me, it'll only escalate. I'm a disease, dad." He finished, his face turning red from embarrassment and slight anger.

His dad's eyebrows pinched together and he knelt down next to his son, who was still plucking his brows. "Is that how you see yourself?" He asked.

Burt Hummel loves his son more than anything, but he's still getting used to connecting with him. He meets him halfway. Times like these, he really wishes his late wife was there to help. She was better at words than he was.

"I mean, it's true. I don't want it to be another "Finn" situation to the point where he snaps and calls me a F..." He trailed off. Not bringing himself to say the slur. He knows what it means and he knows what Finn meant when he said it. None the less, it still hurt.

Burt sighed and grabbed his son's arm, pulling it down so it was settled on the table. "There," he said, smoothing his son's hair away from his eyebrow.

He said, "I didn't say it could be another 'Finn' situation. Who knows? That kid could be gayer than you!" He spoke with a shrug. That made Kurt want to hold back his laughter; he couldn't believe his dad was being serious.

"Dad, you should lie down. You're still weak," he finally said. He didn't want to sound like a nag, but his dad had just returned from the hospital. He was concerned for his well-being.

"All I'm saying..." Burt started, getting up slowly from his kneeling position. "He may be gay, but... he isn't as brave as you. Maybe he's not in a place where he can be himself." He suggested. "Maybe he has to be in the closet because his family isn't accepting."

That made Kurt's heart drop. He still didn't believe his father, but the idea made his blood run cold. He couldn't imagine not having a supportive household, especially one where he had only his dad.

Kurt said, "I'll make dinner at five." As he straightened out his shirt, Burt sighed gently. His son was purposefully ignoring him now.

"I mean it, Kurt. You do you!" Burt pressed his fingers into his son's chest. Harder than normal, making Kurt stagger back a few steps.

"Thanks, dad."

I love me some wholesome Hevans and Burt/ Kurt moments!! I hope you like the first chapter! Thanks for reading, fellow Gleeks!