Goodbye (See You Soon) [Sam/Kurt] 1/4
“Ready, son?” Sam’s father looked to him expectantly. Sam, broken from a trance, turned to his dad, mumbling a small “yeah.” He glanced at the motel room they’d inhabited the past few months and blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. “Sam?”
Sam grabbed the handle of his guitar case and lifted it from the ground. He took a few steps toward the family car where his siblings and mother sat, buckled in and ready to leave Lima but stopped short when a familiar Navigator pulled into the parking lot. “Shit,” he muttered, as the SUV pulled to a short stop and the driver door flew open and was flung closed, revealing an angry Kurt Hummel.
Kurt stomped to Sam and stopped in front of him, just looking. Sam turned to his dad who was standing at the driver door of the family car. His dad sighed and reluctantly nodded his head back toward the motel. Sam turned and began walking toward the door, knowing Kurt would follow. The second the door was closed behind them, Kurt broke.
“What the hell, Sam?” He shouted at his best friend. “You’re leaving? Just suddenly up and moving back to Tennessee?”
“Kurt, it wasn’t my decision, I don’t want to go-“
“You didn’t even tell me!” Kurt yelled before Sam could finish his sentence. “I had to find out from Artie that my best friend was moving to a whole different state! I would’ve been upset but you could’ve just said something to me, we hung out just a few days ago, Sam, I don’t-“ he choked, tears filling his eyes.
“You didn’t even tell me.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt,” Sam whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I don’t want to leave. This town sucks and it’s homophobic and I’m a loser at school but it’s always been okay and I want to stay here because you’re here.”
Their eyes met and suddenly the distance between them was gone and they were clinging to each other, wetness on both of their cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
Kurt pulled back slightly, his arms still wrapped around Sam’s shoulders and mumbled, “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to leave, wanna see you every day, wanna be… wanna be with you, it was us, it was supposed to be us from the beginning and now it-“
He stopped when Sam’s arms, strong around Kurt’s neck, pulled his head closer until their noses brushed and their breath mingled. Kurt blinked and stared into Sam’s glassy eyes, stared until suddenly those eyes were closed and Sam’s nose was touching his cheek and his lips were on his. Without a moment’s hesitation Kurt eagerly returned the kiss, not wasting any time in parting his lips when he felt Sam’s warm tongue probing them.
There was no space between them anywhere and Sam couldn’t tell where his body ended and Kurt’s started but he didn’t care, because it still wasn’t close enough. He wanted Kurt to be everywhere, always, but he knew he didn’t have always, he only had now so he backed Kurt up until his back hit the wall. Their lips parted and Kurt gasped for breath, throwing his head back against the wall. Sam immediately moved his lips to Kurt’s jaw, his neck, the soft spot just behind his ear, licking and nipping and kissing through the tears that consistently fell from his eyes.
“Sam,” Kurt moaned when he felt a hardness against his thigh. He opened his eyes and wrapped his hand around the back of Sam’s neck, tugging Sam’s lips from his neck. Their eyes met again, both mirroring the other’s heartbreak. Panting, Kurt choked back a sob and roughly crashed his lips into Sam’s, who pressed against Kurt even harder, desperate for any contact he could get.
Outside, Sam’s dad honked the car’s horn, signaling his impatience. Sam pulled back with a desperate sigh. “Kurt…”
Kurt shook his head and put a finger to Sam’s lips. “It’s okay. We’ll… We’ll keep in touch, yeah? Maybe one day in the future we can-“
“Yeah,” Sam said loudly, cutting him off. They heard the horn again. “Shit. Kurt, I really have to go. I can’t… I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave.”
“I know,” Kurt said. He pressed his lips to Sam’s softly, a silent goodbye. Sam stepped back and toward the door, his eyes not leaving Kurt’s.
“It’s not goodbye, okay? Just a see you soon,” Sam assured Kurt, but the tears still falling from his eyes betrayed him. He still nodded his head at his best friend, turning and leaving only when his dad honked again.
Kurt stared at the closed door long after he heard the sound of the Evans family car driving away. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the floor.
“Goodbye, Sam,” he whispered sadly, “I love you.”
Chapter 2
Sam grabbed the handle of his guitar case and lifted it from the ground. He took a few steps toward the family car where his siblings and mother sat, buckled in and ready to leave Lima but stopped short when a familiar Navigator pulled into the parking lot. “Shit,” he muttered, as the SUV pulled to a short stop and the driver door flew open and was flung closed, revealing an angry Kurt Hummel.
Kurt stomped to Sam and stopped in front of him, just looking. Sam turned to his dad who was standing at the driver door of the family car. His dad sighed and reluctantly nodded his head back toward the motel. Sam turned and began walking toward the door, knowing Kurt would follow. The second the door was closed behind them, Kurt broke.
“What the hell, Sam?” He shouted at his best friend. “You’re leaving? Just suddenly up and moving back to Tennessee?”
“Kurt, it wasn’t my decision, I don’t want to go-“
“You didn’t even tell me!” Kurt yelled before Sam could finish his sentence. “I had to find out from Artie that my best friend was moving to a whole different state! I would’ve been upset but you could’ve just said something to me, we hung out just a few days ago, Sam, I don’t-“ he choked, tears filling his eyes.
“You didn’t even tell me.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt,” Sam whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I don’t want to leave. This town sucks and it’s homophobic and I’m a loser at school but it’s always been okay and I want to stay here because you’re here.”
Their eyes met and suddenly the distance between them was gone and they were clinging to each other, wetness on both of their cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
Kurt pulled back slightly, his arms still wrapped around Sam’s shoulders and mumbled, “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to leave, wanna see you every day, wanna be… wanna be with you, it was us, it was supposed to be us from the beginning and now it-“
He stopped when Sam’s arms, strong around Kurt’s neck, pulled his head closer until their noses brushed and their breath mingled. Kurt blinked and stared into Sam’s glassy eyes, stared until suddenly those eyes were closed and Sam’s nose was touching his cheek and his lips were on his. Without a moment’s hesitation Kurt eagerly returned the kiss, not wasting any time in parting his lips when he felt Sam’s warm tongue probing them.
There was no space between them anywhere and Sam couldn’t tell where his body ended and Kurt’s started but he didn’t care, because it still wasn’t close enough. He wanted Kurt to be everywhere, always, but he knew he didn’t have always, he only had now so he backed Kurt up until his back hit the wall. Their lips parted and Kurt gasped for breath, throwing his head back against the wall. Sam immediately moved his lips to Kurt’s jaw, his neck, the soft spot just behind his ear, licking and nipping and kissing through the tears that consistently fell from his eyes.
“Sam,” Kurt moaned when he felt a hardness against his thigh. He opened his eyes and wrapped his hand around the back of Sam’s neck, tugging Sam’s lips from his neck. Their eyes met again, both mirroring the other’s heartbreak. Panting, Kurt choked back a sob and roughly crashed his lips into Sam’s, who pressed against Kurt even harder, desperate for any contact he could get.
Outside, Sam’s dad honked the car’s horn, signaling his impatience. Sam pulled back with a desperate sigh. “Kurt…”
Kurt shook his head and put a finger to Sam’s lips. “It’s okay. We’ll… We’ll keep in touch, yeah? Maybe one day in the future we can-“
“Yeah,” Sam said loudly, cutting him off. They heard the horn again. “Shit. Kurt, I really have to go. I can’t… I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave.”
“I know,” Kurt said. He pressed his lips to Sam’s softly, a silent goodbye. Sam stepped back and toward the door, his eyes not leaving Kurt’s.
“It’s not goodbye, okay? Just a see you soon,” Sam assured Kurt, but the tears still falling from his eyes betrayed him. He still nodded his head at his best friend, turning and leaving only when his dad honked again.
Kurt stared at the closed door long after he heard the sound of the Evans family car driving away. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the floor.
“Goodbye, Sam,” he whispered sadly, “I love you.”
Chapter 2