Author's Note: Just a little something I thought of while listening to my iPod today. Reviews and whatnot are very welcomed. (:

Everything belongs to Fox and those people.

"Two Is Better Than One" belongs to Boys Like Girls

"Hey, Kurt."

Kurt Hummel was sitting in the choir room after singing his rendition of "I Want to Hold Your Hand." Everybody had left, and Kurt had stayed to be alone for a little, that is, until Sam Evans walked in.

"Uh, hi. Sam, right?"

"Yeah."

"Finn's told me about you. He said you had a really good voice; until you took his quarterback position anyway." He chuckled.

"Well, I hope he knows that it wasn't my fault," Sam said, sitting down in the chair next to Kurt. "And that's not why I'm here anyway."

"If that's not it, then why are you risking your newfound reputation to talk to the gay kid?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry about your dad and I hope he gets better."

"Is that it?" Kurt was getting slightly annoyed.

"…Not exactly. Kurt, I want to tell you something else but I'm not entirely sure how to say it."

"Then sing it. And make it quick, you've interrupted my sulking for five minutes too long." He quickly passed the guitar that sits in the choir room to the jock.

"Right. Thanks." Standing up, Sam went through all the songs he knew in his head before finally picking one. He started strumming the guitar's strings.

"I remember what you wore on the first day,

you came into my life and I thought,

'Hey, you know this could be something.'"

Kurt, instantly recognizing the Boys Like Girls song, stopped being pissed that Sam had come in and watched as Sam moved his fingers across the strings.

"Cause everything you do and words you say,

you know that it all takes my breath away,

and now I'm left with nothing."

Kurt stood up and took the Taylor Swift part as Sam continued singing the Martin Johnson part.

"So maybe it's true,

that I can't live without you,

and maybe two is better than one.

But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life,

And you've already got me coming undone,

And I'm thinking two is better than one."

As Sam played the last chord, Kurt moved closer to him and placed a soft kiss on the quarterback's lips, which was quickly returned. "Thanks, Sam," Kurt said as Sam put the guitar back.

"No need," Sam said as he claimed Kurt's hand in his own. "I just thought it'd help with what you're going through."

"Well, it certainly did." He let go of Sam's hand. "Maybe we can hang out after my dad's better?"

"Yeah, definitely," Sam said. He pulled out a small slip of paper and handed it to Kurt. "Here's my number. Keep me updated on your dad, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said, blushing as he took the piece of paper with the seven digits on them. "Bye, Sam."

"Bye, Kurt," Sam said, placing a kiss on Kurt's cheek before leaving the choir room.

And with that, Kurt sat down with butterflies in his stomach; this day just got ten times better.

Author's Note: I might write more depending on how "Duets" goes, so don't go away!