Chapter Ten.75 – Three Fourths of Furt

"We really have to stop meeting like this, Sam."

"Why? You know you like it." I teased.

Kurt had asked me to come back to his house with him after the wedding reception had ended and I had happily obliged.

Burt and Carole had given us some odd looks…you know, those looks that only parents give that clearly say 'I know what you're up to'?...yea, those. But they hadn't objected to me staying with Kurt either. I asked him to run me by my house to grab some clothes (this damn tux was causing some unmentionable chafing) and some other stuff.

Once we were back at Kurt's place, we'd both immediately changed into our pajamas, which I had remembered to bring this time, and jumped on the small couch in his room and he put on some movie that I had never heard of before.

We had settled into a comfortable snuggle on the couch, with my arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders and my other hand gently playing with his hair. He had latched onto my chest and stayed there…not that I was complaining.

"Did you mean what you said to me back at the wedding?"

"Hmm? What did I say to you Sam?"

"You said that you loved me."

"Yes I meant it. I do love you, I just didn't want to get my hopes up again."

"You don't have to worry about that, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not going to run off with Quinn."

"You promise?"

I leaned down and kissed him, as gently but passionately as I could.

"Is that promise enough for you?"

He just smiled and snuggled even close to me. The TV was long forgotten. And so was my ring, I lamented.

We were snuggled up in his bed again, even though Carole came down once they had settled in to "check in" on Kurt. We both knew she was attempting to feel out my intentions toward Kurt. It ended with Kurt kindly reminding her that her wedding night awaited her and that even though he loved her dearly and would much rather spend the night chatting about makeovers and Project Runway with her, she was required upstairs. Poor woman…Kurt probably just embarrassed her more than anyone else ever had in her life. Still, she was a pretty cool mom, I thought. And Kurt loved her like an aunt, since no one could ever replace his real mom. Carole was the next best thing though.

After she pointedly helped Kurt get out a spare blanket for me, she bid us goodnight and went upstairs.

Kurt and I just left the blanket and pillow forgotten on the floor and migrated to his heavenly bed, and as much as I would've liked to indulge in …nocturnal manly activities with Kurt, he's just not that type of girl. I'm usually not either, but c'mon…how can you say no to THAT!

We got up the next day and went about our routines, which included nearly tripping over each other multiple times in our early morning fragmented haze of confusion. I was dressed and ready to go much sooner than Kurt was (of course) so I ventured upstairs to see if I could rustle up some grub. Of course, my mother raised me better than to just go rummaging in someone else's fridge, but I didn't have anything to worry about since Finn was up and already doing a good job of eating everything in sight. He looked like a mach truck had hit him and then backed up for seconds.

"Mrnning," he said. Translated: morning.

"Good morning to you too, Finn…okay, enough chit chat, where's the food?" See? What did I tell you? Good ol' fashioned Southern charm just like my momma raised me. Finn pointed to a cabinet and I was able to piece together a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Burt, Mr. Hummel to me I guess, made his appearance a few minutes later. He nodded to both Finn and I and made a beeline for the coffee pot. After promptly pouring and inhaling a cup, his face changed from zombie-like to warm and awake almost instantly.

"Hey Finn? Remind Kurt that we have that meeting with Figgins today at noon, okay?"

Finn glanced up at me, then nodded and continued stuffing his face while I did the same.

Not that it's any of my business, but I wonder what they were all meeting with the principle about?

Kurt texted me in the middle of lunch.

Principal Sylvester expelled Karofsky.

Huh? What was going on? I know he's been a real asshole, even more so than usual lately, but this was news to me.

Why?

We just left the meeting in her office about his bullying. She expelled him!

Well, he certainly was happy…not that I wouldn't be too. He doesn't have to worry too much about all the slurs and the shoving and – holy crap. It just sunk in. KAROFSKY GOT EXPELLED.

.Ever.

Kurt and I were on top of the world all week. We talked on the phone non-stop, ate lunch together…well, Rachel, Mercedes and Quinn were with us too…and gosh…I'd be better off to try and list the things we DIDN'T do together.

Quinn seemed to be happy that Kurt and I had bonded so well…I think she was getting tired of being my only close friend here. Mercedes always just seemed to be attached to Kurt's hip wherever they went. I had no idea if Kurt had told her anything that had been going on between us or not. I kinda hoped he hadn't since I didn't think I was ready to make it public just yet and Glee gossip spreads through the club members like wildfire, and then before too long, it's being twisted out of proportion on Ben Israel's blog. Yea, I definitely wasn't ready for THAT just yet.

Things were really looking up for us. With Karofsky gone, Kurt was finally free to really be himself without fear of too many problems and sooner or later, I'd be able to be right there with him. But what I really wanted was to be with him. I had it all planned out.

Thursday was the day when everyone unveils their projects they've been working on for the week and this week I was going to sing Kurt a love song and quietly ask him to be my boyfriend after Glee rehearsal. I even had his ring in my locker.

I was nervous all day and I hadn't texted Kurt at all since I wanted him to be surprised when I sang to him.

Everyone crowded in the choir room right at 3pm…except for Kurt. Mr. Schue even beat him there. I was mentally running through the lyrics of my song and remembering the guitar chords when Kurt came sashaying in.

Right on cue, Mr. Schue stopped him and said something about wanting to talk about a solo for Kurt at sectionals next week.

"Can I make an announcement first?" he asked.

Mr. Schue smiled at him and motioned for him to speak.

"First, I want to thank everyone for what you did at my dad's wedding, especially Finn. It's nice to know I have great friends here, as well as a true brother."

Finn had taken a second out of his busy schedule of flirting with Rachel to give Kurt a genuine warm smile.

"…which is why it's so hard for me to leave. I'm transferring to Dalton Academy…immediately."

The room was silent and stunned, no one more than myself or maybe Finn.

"My parents are using the money they saved up for their honeymoon to pay for the tuition."

…and now is where the begging and pleading and general shock really began to sink in.

"What the hell dude, how about we talk about this first?"

"We can protect you!" I said before I could control my mouth.

"Kurt, you can't leave!"

"Wait, does this mean you'll be competing against us at Sectionals?" Of course, leave it to Berry to worry about competition first and foremost.

"I'm sorry everyone, but Karofsky's coming back tomorrow, which means I wont be."

And with that, he turned and walked out of the room sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes. It took everything I had not to do the same.

I tried calling Kurt all night and he never would answer. I suspect everyone else was too. I tried texting him with the same results.

I had no luck at getting to sleep at a decent time which meant I'd have ugly bags under my eyes tomorrow. I had spent all night with a bowl of popcorn drowned in butter (damn that evil stuff) watching Avatar and chewing the hell out of my paci. I was angry and sad and a million other emotions all at once, and I'm a guy. I don't have the foggiest idea how to deal with so many feelings at once. I just naturally shut down.

Eventually, in the dead middle of the night, my phone buzzed, telling me that I had a new text message. I scrambled to check it and it was from Kurt. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief…at least he was alive still.

I'm sorry Sam but we can't do this anymore. You're much better off without me. Goodbye. – K.

The tears I'd been holding back all afternoon finally came and didn't stop all night.

A/N: Well, here it is! I hope you all like it! Also, I'm on spring break this week and it's my goal to get the beginning of another story written...maybe not published just yet, but at least started.

Speaking of possible new stories, what would you guys think about Kurt getting a dog?

As always, reviews are always the highlight of my day!

GMD.