The Oddest Twenty-Four Hours

A school project between Kurt and Sam three months ago leads them both to a strangest situation for the next twenty-four hours of their high school life.

Loosely based off "The Odd Life of Timothy Green"

Hevans

Disclaimer: I do not own glee just Rowan

Five: Our Little Boy

The Hudmel home was empty when Kurt, Sam and Rowen pulled up in Kurt's car. Finn had gone off to see Rachel and Burt and Carole must have decided to go out for dinner. Opening the front door, Sam held it open as Kurt carried Rowen into the house. The two teenagers sat the sleeping ten year old on the couch and looked at each other. Sam was shamelessly beaming when Kurt took off their son's shoes and grabbed a blanket from the closet and draped it over him before kissing his forehead.

Whoever said Kurt would not make a wonderful parent was wrong.

Only a day, not even a full one, had passed and Kurt was shaping up to be a wonderful parent. He was already good with Stacey and Stevie, so Rowen was a walk in the park. Sam's expression turned sad for a brief moment. He missed his siblings, missed their pearly white toothed smiles and rosy colored cheeks and sunshine blonde hair. He missed his mom and dad, he missed Kentucky. Yet at the same time, he was at peace with being back in Lima with his friends and the people who cared about him. If he hadn't of come back he often wondered, would he be in this situation right now? Would he be staring at the boy who held his heart and the child who had come into it as well?

Probably not.

He had been attracted to Kurt ever since he introduced himself in the hallway a year ago but his love for Kurt began to manifest shortly after the Dalton incident and he knew he was in love with him the moment he laid eyes on him for the first time in almost a year when he sang Red Solo Cup. He may have let other touch his body and he may have had a few crushes and he might have tried to see where his romantic relationship with Mercedes had gone but he knew deep down that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kurt.

If faith had another say in it, he would wait until Kurt found his way to him or allow him his happiness.

"Sam?" Kurt whispered and the blonde looked towards the older brunet. "Everything okay?"

Sam nodded once. "Yeah everything's fine," he said back and walked up to him, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's middle. Their foreheads pressed together and he caressed his cheek. "I love you Kurt Hummel."

Kurt felt his heart skip a beat and a blush stain his cheeks. "You do?"

"Of course I do," the blonde said with a gentle smiled. "I'll always love you."

Kurt felt his eyes mist and he wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, burying his face in his shoulder. He pulled away a second later and looked into his eyes, "I love you too."

Both of them grinned and Sam leaned in, his lips meeting Kurt's in a warm kiss. Their eyes were closed and fingers caressed each other's faces softly before Kurt's tangled in Sam's locks. When the need for air was necessary they pulled away from each other, love for each other sparkling in their depths.

"Daddy?" they turned to see Rowen rubbing one of his eyes, sleep evident in his expression. "I'm hungry."

Kurt squirmed out of his embrace, "Well we can't have that. What would you like for dinner?"

"Pasta, is alfredo with penne and chicken okay?"

Sam grinned. "You bet," he assured.

"I'll get started,"

"Um," both turned to Rowen again. "Can we do it together?"

Sam and Kurt smiled.

"Sure." Kurt said.

When Finn came home with Rachel in tow, they were not excepting to hear laughter coming from the kitchen. The young couple started towards the kitchen to investigate when Sam emerged with flour in his hair. Finn grinned at his best friend and his girlfriend looked like she wanted to laugh but tried to keep it down.

"Dude what happened?"

"Rowen and Kurt double teamed me. We were gonna make dinner but Roe wanted to make a cake first. So we started on the ingredients and well," Sam paused and smiled remembering how he had started off with simply flicking a bit of powdered sugar on Kurt's nose and how Kurt had retaliated with throwing some on his shirt. That escalated when Rowen tossed cake batter at them. The blonde had left them with Kurt covered in cake mix and a cracked egg dripping from his hair and Rowen almost a sugar covered snow boy. Out of the three of them, he was good.

"SAMUEL NATHAN EVANS GET BACK HERE SO I CAN CRACK AN EGG OVER YOUR HEAD!" Kurt shouted from the door and Sam rushed upstairs to take a shower and then hid in his room.

A few minutes later, after they had cleaned up the kitchen and ordered a few pizzas, Rowen came strolling into Sam's room. He was dressed in one of Sam's shirts that was too small on the other boy, and hung around the tiny brown haired creation. Sam looked up from his homework and smiled at his son, patting a seat next to him on the bed.

"What's up sport?" he asked the moment he sat down.

"Are you really in love with Daddy?"

Sam turned to look at his son, "Of course I am. I wouldn't hurt him. He doesn't deserve to get hurt," said the blonde and he leaned over, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead. He rubbed his shoulders to ease the tension and the child relaxed. "Now where did that come from?"

Rowen just turned and smiled gently. "I just want to make sure you two mean it. Some parents lie to their children," he answered.

Sam frowned. "Well I'm not lying to you or him. I love Kurt and I love you," he said seriously. "I'll always love you and Kurt."

The young green eyed child smiled. "Thank you Papa."

Dinner was a quiet affair. Afterwards Finn and Rachel had left them to spend time together. Rowen was getting sleepy so Kurt had taken him into Sam's room and was currently singing him a lullaby. Sam watched them from the doorway and smiled gently when the ten year old wished how much he loved Kurt. How much he loved both of them.

Kurt wasn't sure what it was but he turned to Sam and with a light tint of a blush on his cheeks, he asked, "Can I sleep in here with you guys?"

Sam blinked rapidly, almost owlishly before he nodded. "Sure," he smiled. Kurt smiled and ducked out the room to get into his pajamas. Sam did the same and went to get in bed with Rowen. Kurt came into the room in his light blue jammies and got under the covers. Rowen was nestled between them with each of his parents letting a hand cross over him, their fingers laced together.

Blue eyes met green ones as the parents blushed softly. Kurt planted a kiss on his son's forehead and Sam did the same.

"Goodnight our little angel," Kurt cooed.

Sam smiled and kissed Kurt on the lips, "He's our son," he grinned with pride. Kurt giggled softly so not to wake the sleeping child. He liked the sound of that.

Our son, he thought as he let his eyes close and sleep take over them.

Blaine Anderson knocked on the Hudmel household at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. Finn was the one to open the door and when the giant saw the smaller boy he frowned. The curly haired boy held up his hands in surrender. "I just came to talk to Kurt and Sam."

"They're upstairs with Rowen," Finn frowned. The other boy frowned softly but he walked past them and up the stairs as quietly as he could. Burt Hummel was not a light sleeper and Blaine wouldn't be shocked if he slept with his shotgun resting across his chest. As the two boys opened up Kurt's door they found it empty. So Finn lead them into Sam's room and peered inside.

The sight before them was slightly heartbreaking.

Sam and Kurt was asleep, holding hands as they held their now nearly transparent child in a warm embrace. Sam moved in his sleep, his arm wrapping around the two and the ten year old's eyes opened with the movement. His green eyes glanced at his parents and he smiled softly, planting kisses on both of their cheeks as tears began to fall from their eyes.

"Goodbye Daddy and Papa, I'll always love you." He said and disappeared into thin air, leaving behind an empty ache in Kurt and Sam's embrace and their hearts. Blaine shut the door and turned to Finn, who looked like he was going to cry.

"I'll just talk to them another day."

"Yeah," he whispered.

The former Warbler walked down the stairs and shut the door behind him, his heart breaking. All those times he had said it was a joke, a prank, a lie. Now witnessing that it has finally sunk in. Sam belonged with Kurt. Kurt was happier with Sam then he would ever be with Blaine; who cheated, lied and manipulated him anyway he could. The hazel eyed boy paused and felt bile slowly build up in his throat.

Getting into his car Blaine drove away, silently begging both of them for their forgiveness.

Back at the Hudmel home, Kurt was the first to stir, feeling a heavy weight in his chest and a emptiness in his stomach. His eyes opened and he found himself pressed against Sam's chest yet there was not smaller body between them. Tear prickled his eyelids and soon they began to fall. Sam stirred when he felt something wet on his chest and he was about to tell Rowen to wipe away his tears when he saw it was Kurt. He was crying.

He tightened his grip on the smaller teen.

Their little boy was gone.

Five Months Later

McKinley High School

The auditorium was empty was Sam lead his boyfriend onto the stage. Kurt glanced around and smiled softly when he found a picnic blanket and a basket of food. He turned to the blonde, finding him blushing.

"What's all this about?" he asked.

Sam bit his lip and reached into his backpack, and pulled out a picture before handing it to Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened as tears began to fall. He turned to Sam and pulled him into a kiss. "It's beautiful," he whispered.

"It took me all night to draw it," Sam blushed.

It was a picture of Rowen. The sketch portrayed him as smiling as the sun shined down on him, making his brunette colored hair look bronze and his skin a soft hue of gold. He was dressed in the grey outfit they had found him sleeping in. His green eyes were sparkling and Kurt could see off in the distance a portrait of them as adults, holding hands and watching their son.

"Sammy," the countertenor began but Sam shook his head. He bent down on one knee and Kurt felt his heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" he breathed out in shock.

"Last night," Sam began and looked into Kurt's eyes. "I wanted to draw that picture. A part of me needed to and the other part felt it would stitch up some of the hole in our hearts. He was our son, our little boy and no matter what he will away be. And I kinda had a dream too. In that dream, we were married and in New York. You were a fashion designer and me, I drew comics for a living, we weren't living in a penthouse suite but a decent looking apartment and we had Rowen with us. So this morning, when I asked you to go ahead with Finn, I went up to your dad and asked him if I could make you happy for the rest of your life." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. "And he said yes, so I only have one thing to ask you."

Kurt was almost in tears now as his boyfriend opened the box, revealing a silver band with a princess cut diamond.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," Sam whispered and held up the ring to his boyfriend. "Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Sam," Kurt breathed out and wiped away his tears. "Finn and Rachel..."

"Were unsure of what they wanted," Sam whispered and stood up, cupping Kurt's face in his hands. "I know I have one more year left here, but you have a shot out there in New York. I know you're going to be a star and have your name in lights and in every store. You're a talented, beautiful man and I love you. And I want to spend my life with you. And you don't have to say yes now," he smiled and kissed Kurt gently. "I will keep asking you until you're ready. I can wait,"

Kurt smiled softly and kissed his boyfriend, his hand cupping Sam's cheek tenderly before he pulled away and looked deep into his lover's eyes. Those green eyes that reminded him of their child, that he woke up to every morning and would tell him he loved him. He wanted to keep doing that for the rest of his life.

He kissed Sam's cheek and smiled. "Yes," he said and Sam blinked owlishly cause Kurt to giggle. "Yes I will marry you Sam Evans."

The blonde grinned and bent down, placing the ring on his left ring finger and picked him up, spinning him around before their lips met in a sweet kiss. The bell rang over them and Sam placed his boyfriend down and then took his hand. "Come on," he said. "I want to show off my fiance."

Kurt giggled. He liked the sound of that. But he knew he was going to like the sound of husband a lot better.