One Shots

Catching Up ~ Hevans (Glee) Part 6

A/N: Just as an FYI, this was initially going to be the last part buuut I decided I didn't want to end the story how I did here. So the next part will be the last one, and I suppose it could be considered an epilogue. But uh, enjoy :)

I left a note on the kitchen counter for my dad and Carole, who are both at work, in case they came home before I did. Making sure I had everything I needed, I left the house to get into the car to drive to Sam's place.

Yes, we were still hanging out almost every day. I had nothing to do when my parents were at work, and Sam is pretty much my only friend in Ohio at the moment. I wish I could've caught up with more high school friends, but I wasn't complaining about spending time with Sam. I never expected to become as close as we have over the course of my stay. But here we are, and it's been nice. I knew I'd been feeling lonely lately, but I didn't realize how much I missed having company. Rachel and Santana aren't always out and about but spending a night at home with my roommates is different than hanging out with someone I don't live with.

It's not like I don't have any friends in New York. It's just that they are also busy with their own lives. I miss our little indie band sometimes, but after a while, none of us had the time. I still hung out with Elliot from time to time. We haven't seen each other in quite some time, though.

I made it to Sam's apartment and knocked on the door. After waiting for only a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a boy who didn't seem to fix his hair quite yet.

"Hey."

"Hi." I smiled, stepping inside and shutting the door.

"Ignore my hair," he said, embarrassed. "I didn't have time to brush it."

"It looks cute like that."

"Really?"

I nodded and pulled him into a short kiss. After, our arms stayed around each other in a hug. One of my hands went to his soft hair. I combed my fingers through it, fixing the cute mess. I kissed his cheek and released my grip on him.

I followed Sam into his kitchen. He opened a cabinet to get a mug for himself. Before closing it, he offered, "Coffee?"

"Sure," I replied, unable to resist the caffeine. At that, he took a second mug out and made coffee for the two of us. I thanked him when he handed me a full mug, and we sat on two stools he has on one side of the counter.

We made pointless conversation while we sipped our coffee. It felt nice to be like this with someone - to just hang out without even having real plans. It was comfortable, and I was content with it.

After a while, we wound up cuddling on Sam's couch, much like the other times we hung out here. Eventually, we were quiet, causing my thoughts to roam.

"What are we doing, Sam?"

We haven't put a label on what we are, and I couldn't keep silently questioning it - we've ignored the elephant in the room for too long.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going back to New York soon. You know how things went the last time I did the long-distance thing with someone."

"Yeah, I know," he said quietly, tightening his grip around my waist. "I sort of tried to forget you're only here temporarily."

"So what do we do?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I like being with you, Kurt...but I don't want to tie you down."

"Friends?" I asked with a sad smile.

"Friends," he reluctantly agreed. He leaned in to give me a kiss that would not be considered friendly. "Maybe something more than friends but..."

"But we won't hold each other back," I finished for him. Hiding my face in his shoulder, I thought about going back home. I felt alone in our apartment, hence my coming here for a visit. I didn't feel so alone with Sam by my side, but I'll be going back to the way things were before - with Santana being preoccupied with her fiancé and upcoming wedding and Rachel spending most of her time with her boyfriend, which leaves me alone yet again.

"You okay, Kurt?"

I nodded, letting out a breath. "Part of me wants to just stay here forever."

"I wouldn't be opposed." I could sense his smile.

"I know." I laughed lightly.

We spent the rest of the day, as usual, knowing (and no longer ignoring) the fact that our time together was limited.