D ICh17 Root Beer Reunions and Unexpected Songs

A/N: So here we are, the last chapter. So. Sad. I honestly don't want this to end, it's been so much fun writing this and talking to you guys. Honestly, this has been awesome. Also, you are semi-privileged, because THIS IS THE FIRST MULTI-CHAPTER I'VE EVER FINISHED! Yippee! Enjoy the last tale of this epic romance.

Unless I write a sequel

Hearts and Hugs and Epic Love

-Kermodei

Sam's POV

I called Sophie the next day. I didn't tell her everything, but I told her enough that she had to call me back at the mall so Mom and Dad (Or Stacy and Jack, as I'd taken to calling them) wouldn't hear her.

She wanted to meet Kurt almost as much as I wanted her to meet him. She also wanted to meet the rest of my friends. It was decided that she'd skip the last class of school on Thursday so she could visit Glee and then go to A&W with Kurt and I.

I met her outside the school, and she jump-hugged me. She would not let go, so I just carried her to Glee practice. On the way there, she wouldn't stop asking me questions.

"So what does he look like?" I rolled my eyes and hoisted her up my back so she wouldn't slip.

"Is that really what you're gonna start with?"

"You just don't want to answer because you'll think the way you talk about him is to romantic." She said, waving a hand in the air to match her fake British accent.

"Touché." I said. She punched me in the arm. "Wait till we get there, okay?" She sighed.

"Well, what's he like, then?" I sighed.

"He's nice. Look, when we get there, you'll meet him. Just be patient, Soph."

"Fine." She groaned. After two minutes she changed the subject…sort of. "You're hair looks horrible, isn't your boyfriend supposed to be fashionable? Can't he tell you to fix it? It smells bad too, did you shower today?" She made a disgusted face into the back of my head.

"That's it!" I said.

"That's what?" I laughed and started running at full speed down the sidewalk, Sophie screeching all the way to Glee.

As soon as we got there, I introduced her to everyone. As usual, there were some she approved of (Kurt, Mercedes, Quinn, Brittany, Artie, Finn, Tina), and some she didn't (Puck, Santana, Mike, which was weird, Rachel)

I had been waiting so long to introduce her to Kurt. I brought her up to his chair. He smiled at her and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sophie. I love your shoes, by the way." He said, glancing at her gold ballet flats. She smiled.

"Likewise." She retorted, looking at his Combat boots.

"Well, I guess we should find a seat." I said, looking around for an extra one for Sophie.

"Wait, so Sam, this is your boyfriend, right? Not some other Kurt I didn't know about?" She said, conveniently, just as everyone shut up.

I was torn between watching Mercedes eyes grow huge, listening to the sudden silence that filled the room, or watching my little sister hug and thank Kurt endlessly. It was really an awesome show. I tried not to think about all the other dudes staring at me. I glanced over at Quinn, who smiled in a "We're going to talk later, but I love you, silly" way.

Mr. Schue came in right after my big announcement, but Rachel filled him in right away.

"Mr. Schuester, it has come to my attention that we need to welcome a brand new, very brave power couple to our family, Sam and Kurt seem to be happily together." Mr. Schue really didn't seem to care. He smiled, gave us his blessing, asked who my sister was, and then got class underway. Kurt raised his hand.

"Uh, Mr. Schue, on Rachel's topic, I would actually like to present a song that we could sing at Regionals this year. If you would hear me out?" Mr. Schue nodded, and Kurt gave his sheet music to the band. The first notes started in, and he looked straight at me.

I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me

That was a bit of a mislead, my confession had thrown him. I guess my smile had reeled him back in. I think.

This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me

I looked around the room. It was a little sad, because I knew that he hadn't thought, probably still didn't think that he really deserved to be loved. Of course, I was going to prove him wrong, but that was beside the point.

Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

Judging by the shocked but sort of happy looks on the guys faces, and the warm, hopeful, and slightly I-told-you-so smiles on the girls faces, I guess we weren't the only one's hearing the love right now.

I don't know what is going on
Can't work it out at all
Whatever made you choose me

At this point I noticed Rachel humming along. On a regular day, it would have annoyed me, but today, everyone was just happy. She wasn't trying to hog the spotlight, she was just happy.

I just can't believe my eyes
You look at me as though
You couldn't bear to lose me

"Wow." My sister whispered. "I didn't know you were such a girl." She giggle for a second, then whispered, "He really loves you, huh?" I nodded, "Good, I think he loves you as much as you love him. It's a good balance." She was quiet the rest of the song.

Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

He lost eye contact then. He was really getting into the performance. But I didn't need Kurt looking at me to get how much this song meant to him. Something told me he'd been waiting to sing it to someone for a long time. I was just happy he chose me.

I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me

He started going up into his higher register. I just sat back and enjoyed it.

This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me

Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

With the strong high note in perfect pitch, he was looking right back at me. I figured that, as cheesy as claiming a Broadway love song as ours, it'd still be our song.

Quinn caught up to me as I was waiting for Kurt, Mercedes (who was going to join us), and Sophie to finish getting their stuff together. She smiled at me.

"Don't say it." I laughed.

"Told you so." She poked me in the arm. I rolled my eyes. "What do you say?" She asked.

"You were right."

"And?" she raised an eyebrow.

"And thank you." I looked down at her, "Thank you so much." I lifted her up in a big hug and spun her around. Mercedes laughed at the sound of Quinn squealing.

"Put her down, Sam! You'll break her!" We were all laughing, but I put her down anyway.

"You okay?" I asked.

"All in one piece." She smoothed her Cheerio's skirt.

"Would you like to accompany a very grateful guy, his boyfriend, his boyfriend's best friend, and his sister to A&W?" I asked.

"I don't know, Ms. Sylvester might just kill me…" She looked up and laughed. "I would be delighted." And with that, we all headed out to Kurt's car.

Kurt's POV

We took Sophie out to dinner with Mercedes, Sam, Quinn, and myself at A&W. I offered to pay, and even when Sam said he would, I paid anyway. I wanted to. I had to find some way of paying the Universe back, after all.

Sophie was an honest sweetheart, talkative and opinionated, but a sweetheart nonetheless. She seemed to have a soft spot for sharing childhood memories of her elder brother that happened to be embarrassing.

"And he wouldn't go to sleep without five soothers! Mom told me, once, she put them in his crib when he was, like, two, and he pulled the garbage can over to climb in. Dad found him in the garbage can, covered in old diapers, but he had his soothers." We all laughed, as Sam turned pink. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Charmingly ditzy, hon, charmingly."

She asked everybody anything that came to her mind. Quinn about religion and pregnancy and cheerios, Mercedes about her brother and singing in the church choir, me, about the more positive reaction of my father to my sexuality. But it wasn't all heavy, there were a lot of laughs, jokes, and stories being dispelled too.

On the way home, we were all drinking A&W root beer, and singing along to the radio, faking the words we didn't know. It went something along the lines of:

You know that girl

She thinks she's

Dynamite

Saying Eggo

Galileo!

The car ride was a happy one, and seeing Sam and Sophie interact was one of the sweetest things I'd ever witnessed. I dared to imagine a future with these people. All of them, even Sophie, eventually becoming part of my ever-expanding family. Sam, perhaps my husband one day (if thinking that far was even logical), Mercedes, and Quinn, always my girls, the aunts to the children I hoped to one day adopt. Maybe even little Sophie as my sister in law.

The mixture of love, understanding, and enjoyment that was filling the empty space in the car made the air fun to breath, and songs fun to belt to. It made me relax.

If this was my family, there was nothing I could complain about.

We didn't bring up the idea of Sam's moving back in with his parents. No matter how much Sophie missed him, the idea of putting him back in the care of such tyrants was unthinkable.

We dropped Sophie off two blocks from her house. She gave everyone a hug, and then came up to me.

"If you hurt my brother, your ass is mine." But she was laughing, "Kidding, I actually really like you. I hope you and Sammy are happy." Then she yelled to Sam over my shoulder, "And I better be invited back soon!"

After we dropped everyone else off, we drove up to my house. Sam opened my door, forever playing the gentleman.

A moment of nerves overcame me as my Dad opened the door for us. I don't know what had possessed me to keep the relationship a secret until I was sure it was real, but having my dad not know what was going to for 2 weeks was not the most intelligent thing I had ever done.

"Hi Dad…" I said. He sighed and leaned against the doorway.

"What did you two do?" He said, expecting us to say something like stealing a baby or impregnating crystal meth. I don't know.

"I…uh, well, Dad, see…um." Not my most coherent sentence, I realize, but it was hard to find the right words. Luckily, Sam saved me.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel, I'm you're son's boyfriend, Sam Evans. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He said the whole sentence with a goofy smile on his face.

"That's it?" We nodded, "I knew that." He laughed, then got serious. "Guess I'm gonna have to build two add-ons then. No offense, but I don't trust a teenage boy who's into boys in my son's room without me there." Sam nodded understandingly. "You better not hurt my boy. If you do, you're in big trouble, understand me?" Sam nodded, he looked genuinely frightened. "Good. Welcome to the family Sam." Sam shook his hand, then turned.

"I'm gonna go do homework." He said, kissing me. My dad looked about as shocked as I felt, and Sam quickly excused himself.

"Dad, how did you know Sam and I were an item? Nobody told you…did they?" He shook his head and smiled.

"Nope. I know the same way I knew you were gay when you were little. You look at him the same way you looked at those sensible heels." He laughed again, then pulled me into a hug. "I'm really glad you're happy, Kurt."

Final Author's Note

It's done. So sad. But feeling accomplished. I want to give a final shout out to the readers and reviewers. You guys rock. So epically and fantastically.

Thank you

Much love

Kermodei