Author's Note: Hey, I figured I would do this little project of sorts to satisfy myself in a Glee without Kum. This will primarily be a slash fic, but just as a warning, I MIGHT do a few Jarley chapters. If Kum isn't for you, please don't read. It'll just be saving yourself the pain. I am more than happy to take requests as for other couples to write for, but please only suggest slash pairings and don't suggest pairings that split up Kum. I can be talked into writing threesomes and moresomes, though, so feel free to request those. Just be warned that I do have some chapters planned ahead of time, so if your request isn't done right away, that doesn't mean I'm rejecting it. Hopefully you enjoy my little smutfest. Or at least, I hope you do when it starts in Chapter 2. I need Chapter 1 to set up too much for there to be smut in it.

Chapter One: Honorable

Kurt turned on his heels and left a glisteningly wet and incredibly gorgeous Sam to finish his shower. He'd just broken off their duet to save the boy. He deserved it. He was the first guy to really be completely nice to him. Sure, Finn and Mike and even Puck had come around, but they'd started out bullying him. Artie was a very complicated situation. He just tended to ignore him as best he could around others, which probably hurt more than the outright bullying. But Sam…Sam was different. Sam was just so nice and perfect and…shit. He was crushing way too hard on yet another straight guy. He really needed to stop this. He pressed his head against his locker to cool himself off and then scurried off to his next class.

Sam was left aghast as Kurt barged in and told him their duet was done for. He was almost rendered speechless, but he managed to be able to splutter out some stupid stuff about how weird it was and how he wanted to sing with him but it didn't come out that way and…he'd screwed up again. His stupid feelings were fucking him over. He wanted to sing with Kurt. Badly. He didn't know why, but he did. Kurt intrigued him and he wanted to figure out why. He needed to figure out a lot of things. Maybe Quinn could help. He dried off and got dressed, finding Quinn in the hallway, pulling her into the nearest classroom.

"What the hell, Sam? Any particular reason you've decided to manhandle me into a classroom?" She straightened out her Cheerio skirt and crossed her arms, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry. I just…I needed someone to talk to and you're kind of the closest person I have to a friend here and…this was stupid. Never mind." He turned to walk out of the classroom, but Quinn grabbed his arm gently, trying to stop him.

"Wait, Sam. What's going on? You look…pretty badly shaken up. Did something happen? Did those asshole bullies get to you again?" She clenched her fists, but relaxed when Sam shook his head.

"I…No. I just…I'm confused. Kurt broke off our duet and that shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, you and I would totally rock at doing a duet, but…I just can't get over the idea of him and I singing together. I mean, he's just…so cool and different and I wanted to see if our voices made a good marriage or whatever Mr. Schue said." He looked up at Quinn, seeing a knowing expression staring back at him. She lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Sam, if you want to sing with him, go find him and tell him. But before you do, you need to realize that you have feelings for him. The way you talk about him, the smile on your face…you've got a crush." She placed a kiss on his cheek. "It's perfectly normal. Just…don't let anyone tell you any differently." She gave him a tight hug and then released him.

"Thanks, Quinn. I-I knew before now that I was…y'know, bi, but…I don't think I am. I think I might be…uh…gay." He looked down at the floor and shrugged his shoulder. "I'm Sam Evans and I'm gay." He smiled up at Quinn slightly, looking back up at her.

"That's right, Sam. No shame. Love is love, no matter if it's with a guy or a girl. It's just a shame that we won't get to do a kickass duet together." She laughed and Sam joined in soon after.

"I promise, Quinn. We'll do our duet. Just…not now." He said his goodbyes and then turned to run down the hall and find Kurt before he found the person whose vocal talents matched his. He needed to beg him to do one with him. Maybe, just maybe, it'd work out.

Kurt was pulling his books out of his locker when a red-faced Sam ran up to him, out of breath and panting, yelling at him to wait. He had no idea what he was supposed to do instead of wait, but he'd obey Sam for now. "Yes, Sam? Did I forget something in the locker room?"

"Yes. You forgot about me. About what I want. And I want to sing with you." He smiled at Kurt and leaned against the lockers, still breathing heavy. "Please. I promise we can practice until my voice is up to your level. Just…give me a shot."

Kurt laughed and reached out to pat Sam's shoulder. "You're really serious about this. Why? I'm just some gay kid, Sam. I'm not going to be good for your reputation. You should sing with Quinn or some other girl. The bullies are already getting to you. You don't need it to happen more because of me."

Sam smirked. "I knew this wasn't about my voice. And Kurt, don't worry about me. I can handle myself. And a little secret?" He leaned in close and whispered, "You're not the only gay one here." He leaned back and smiled at him, trying to pull off a cool aloofness and ending up just looking silly.

"Well then. I…um…I guess we can sing together. If you really want to." Kurt blushed and looked down at his feet. He'd never had a guy actually seem to like him before. It was…nice.

Sam knew that the next few moments would either make or break him. He leaned forward and cupped Kurt's cheek, leaning close and whispering, "May I?" Kurt nodded and Sam leaned the rest of the way in, pressing his lips to Kurt's. It was like fireworks went off for both of them. This felt right. Suddenly, Sam felt pressure on his arm and broke away from Kurt to find Quinn glaring at him.

"I said talk to him, not make out with him in the middle of a hallway." She rolled her eyes and whacked him gently on the back of the head. "Though I will admit, that was cute. And Kurt, you might want to stop staring at Sam like that. It'll probably just make him freak out and think he did something wrong, which from my angle, he definitely didn't."

Kurt snapped his mouth shut and glared at Quinn, moving forward and looping his arm through Sam's. "Well, Quinn. If you'll excuse me, my boyfriend and I have a duet to practice for, so you can take your attitude elsewhere." He winked at her, showing he was just kidding and then walked away with Sam, arm in arm.

Sam just smiled. It was all he could do. A great duet was like a great marriage as Mr. Schue had said and this duet was going to be fucking amazing.