So hey, this is the last chapter of this story, 'cause it was only supposed to be a short one-shot anyways :)

I wanted to try to define some other people in this bit too, so there's some that isn't focused on Kum, but hope you like it all anyways :)

The smut filled one-shot for the janitor's closet in the last chapter is in the pipeline :)

Over and out x

Having made it through the rest of the lesson without either Sam or Santana to take the edge off the boredom he had had ample time to learn the lyrics to the song Sam was supposed to be singing in Glee. He was trying to psych himself up for the performance, but knew that Sam had the sharper end of the stick because he had chosen his song as a bit of fun in the first place.

Humming the tune, he walked quickly to the choir room as everyone else poured out of their classrooms and out the front doors, making their way down the steps in a big rush of voices and bodies, his and Sam's outfits all but forgotten.

He caught up with Rachel and Mercedes as they turned into the corridor the choir room was on and happily told them all about Sam's detour to the gym with the Cheerios.

"And then she just drags him off down the corridor, you should have seen his face, it was priceless! It was his idea to be each other as an April fool anyway, so I wasn't going to let him just get out of it."

Mercedes was listening with rapidly widening eyes and at that point she just gave in and started giggling ferociously, a hand coming up to cover her mouth again as she made eye contact with Rachel and they both stumbled into the room laughing to the astonishment of the assembled group.

"Rachel, Mercedes, what's the matter?" Mr. Shue asked, giving both of them a look of concern as they tried to catch their breath and slumped into their seats still giggling.

"Oh nothing. You'll see when Kurt gets here with the rest of the cheerleaders." Mercedes said, straightening up in her chair.

Mr. Shue looked puzzled as Kurt sat down next to Finn and Puck, but then just shook his head, obviously remembering the events of that morning's Spanish class

. Finn looked at him and then leaned over to whisper "Why are you dressed all funny Kurt? And did you fight with Mercedes? Because she doesn't think you're here man, and that's weird, 'cause you just walked in."

Puck, winking at Kurt, just leaned over Finn and offered a fist, letting Kurt bump it with unease as Puck said "Hey Sam, good day?"

Finn looked at Puck then in confusion as the mohawked teen just settled back into his seat while Kurt shrugged and leant back, saying "Pretty good yeah."

"Puck, what're you on about, that's Kurt dude."

"Uh, no, that's Sam dude. You gotta start wearin' your glasses Finny boy, if you can't tell the difference." Puck smirked.

Finn opened his mouth like he was going to argue some more, then looked at Puck's smirk and just turned his very confused face to the front, where Mr. Shue was impatiently tapping his foot while he waited for the cheerleaders to get there.

As if on cue Brittany's voice could be heard from the corridor.

"Hey Kurt, have you been working out secretly? Because your abs look great! They look like my cat's when he turns into a human at night, it's so pretty!"

"Brittany... Uh yeah, sure." Sam's voice said, making Kurt laugh as the door was pushed open and a flustered looking Quinn came in followed by Santana and Brittany with their pinkies linked, the brunette Latina smirking as Brittany carried on gushing. She winked at Kurt as the door was pushed open as it was about to close and Sam came through wearing...

Oh, Gaga!

Wearing the tight black skinny jeans and boots, and not much else.

Kurt just had time to pull his lower jaw off the floor before the tight stripy t-shirt was pulled roughly over Sam's head and he looked self consciously around the room, his chest heaving (so Kurt could still appreciate the gorgeousness of his abs), out of breath still, and then darted across the room to take a seat right beside Mercedes and Rachel. He was holding Kurt's Cheerios top in his hands and seemed to have forgotten all about it as he tried to fold his legs together and pretend that the rest of the room wasn't just staring at him. Then...

"Dude. What the hell?"

At that Sam sat up: "Don't call me dude!"

As Finn recoiled in shock at the venom in his voice Kurt had to forcibly stop himself laughing as those who knew struggled with the same thing and those who obviously didn't just looked stunned.

Puck, still sniggering, looked over and asked "Okay, Kurt, tell me, did you just come from Cheerios practice like these lovely ladies?"

At that Sam didn't have to pretend to be annoyed as he glared at Puck, who was obviously enjoying teasing him, and shrugged the cream blazer back on, wishing that the idiot wasn't right. He had been forced not only to attend the Cheerios practice as Kurt, but to put on the uniform and then try to perform the routine, to the amusement of both the coach and the girls.

"Don't start!" He snarled across the room as he was patted on the arm by Mercedes.

Santana butted into the conversation as Tina and Mike started to realise what had happened.

"Yup, he was pretty impressive I have to say. Sam, your boy can do splits like nobodies business."

Tina gaped and then turned to Sam, saying "Sa-Kurt, did she just say you were doing the splits?"

Sam eyed her with such pain in his eyes that she just blinked a couple of times and then shook her head and snuggled into Mike's side, who was just looking at Sam with trepidation and subconsciously jiggling his legs like he hoped no one (read: Coach Sylvester) would ever make him do the splits.

"I think I'm better with my dancing, I'll stick with that thanks." He muttered hugging Tina closer.

As Rachel leaned over and hugged Sam from behind Mr. Shue got up out of his seat and strode to the front of the empty space, clapping his hands for their attention.

"Okay, so glossing over what Sam-"

"Kurt!"

"Um, anyway, over what has happened with the Cheerios, are we all ready with the songs from the assignment?" He said, looking eagerly at them all.

There was murmured agreement and then Rachel spoke up, standing up and walking towards the front of the room as she turned and addressed the rest of them.

"I feel that now would be the best time to let you all know that I have chosen to abscond from this weeks assignment as I think it would be highly improbable to find a song that would sum me up with all my different traits and achievements encompassed. I think this is a wonderful opportunity to make us all think about ourselves but I wish you all the best in your songs as I won't be competing against you."

As she sat back down Sam could have sworn that Mr. Shue rolled his eyes behind her back, but when she had passed him to sit back down again he couldn't see anything but a smile as their teacher walked to the place Rachel had been stood and whipped a hat out from behind his back, clearly indicating that he would be choosing their names at random.

"I will be choosing your names at random."

"Oh, I hadn't realised Mr. Shue!"

He just looked at Brittany and wondered how she was getting A's in english.

"Anyway, as I was saying, I will be choosing half of you today and half of you can sing on Thursday. So, lets see who's first!"

He widened his eyes comically to heighten the tension and then drew the first name out of the hat.

"Okay Quinn, you're up first." He said with a smile at the pretty blond.

She nodded and smoothed out her cheer skirt, smiling slightly as she ran through her song in her head, as the next name was drawn.

As Mr. Shue's hand came out he dropped the piece of paper on the floor and Sam rolled his eyes dramatically, sighing and smirking across the room at Kurt, who just smiled back. He was still nervous about singing Kurt's song. Well, not nervous really, more like just annoyed that he hadn't realised that getting picked would mean singing Kurt's choice of song, which he was about 99% sure was Kurt's idea of not being serious with the assignment.

When the paper was retrieved it said 'Mike'.

"Well, I'm looking forward to your song choice Mike, hope it delivers like your dancing."

Mike looked up from staring sweetly at Tina and said "Actually Mr. Shue, I was wondering if Brittany could help me out? We wanted to do ours together, 'cause she wasn't here when we all told you what song we wanted to do."

"Sure, well now I'm looking forward to it even more." He said with a smile.

Everyone looked at Brittany as Santana said "You didn't tell me you were singing with him?"

Brittany just shrugged and said "It's a surprise then isn't it." She smiled sweetly and looked at the brunette beside her, "And he only asked me yesterday, I had to rehearse. I didn't have time to tell anyone."

She started to look upset and Santana pulled her into a hug, whispering "No one blames you Brit Brit, we were just surprised that's all."

As Kurt averted his eyes from what had suddenly become an intense special moment he didn't want to eavesdrop on he was secretly hoping that Sam's name wouldn't come up. He had learnt the song, but couldn't play the guitar part and was dreading trying to sing it, even with Rachel's advice about playing up.

After Mike, Puck was drawn, and then Mercedes.

The last name to be drawn out the hat for that week was the one both their plans hinged on, and as the little slip of paper emerged they were both crossing their fingers and hoping it wasn't the name of the other.

"Kurt!"

Sam slumped in his seat before remembering that he was supposed to be sitting up straight and immediately started plotting ways to find whoever was behind the dreaded hand of fate. Lady Luck always seemed to be out to get him. But then he rationalized, he had got Kurt, and all his great friends in glee. So he would get up and sing the sing like he owned the place, and do Kurt proud, and have fun along the way.

Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favourite night light

As soon as Quinn started they could all tell what she was singing about.

Beth.

She was sat on a stool in the middle of the room, and she was looking anywhere but Puck.

To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

Sam could see the pain in his ex-girlfriends eyes. They had talked in passing about Beth when they had been together and she had once admitted wanting to keep her, nearly getting up off the bed in the hospital and running after her as she was take out. He knew that she wanted the best for her daughter, and that was why she had given her to Shelby, but Quinn always wondered 'what if'.

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

Kurt was sat next to Puck and he could see the effect the song was having. The normally badass, composed, disinterested boy was having a hard time keeping it together, he could see, and tears were threatening to fall from his own eyes. He knew Sam wouldn't cry, but what the hell, no one would notice.

Won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heart
And even through to you want to
Please try to never grow up

Quinn finished her shortened version of the song and stood up, the clapping the only sound in the room as her eyes sparkled with tears. She gave Mercedes a watery smile and then sat back down with Santana and Brittany, who both hugged their friend tightly.

"Okay, thank you Quinn, that was beautiful and definitely spoke about you. Next up, Mike and Brittany."

The toned boy and the blond ditzy girl stood up and smiled at each other, making their way to the front of the room and standing with their heads bowed as they waited for the intro of their song to play.

As the first beat kicked in they started a complex dance routine, each of them skirting around the edges of the room as they sang, Brittany louder than Mike. Brittany was doing some sort of hip-hop pirouette at the left end of the room while Mike froze and pointed, then gracefully shimmied to the other side as Mike froze and pointed again.

Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight

They started a routine in hold, both of them spinning round and then breaking out into complicated steps as they accentuated certain lyrics with actions, rubbing their fingers together for money and Mike pulling at the back of Brittany's shirt on 'Price Tag'.

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Their song ended with Brittany dipped low and the room broke out into catcalls and whoops, Santana rushing over and hugging her girl as both dancers breathed hard.

Mr. Shue was very impressed by the way they had incorporated their dancing talents, and gave them high praise before they returned to their seats.

As Puck took up position at the front of the room Kurt couldn't help but wonder what exactly the 'badass' could possibly pick to describe himself or what he liked, but it really wasn't a surprise.

I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

"Woah, Mr. Shue, not cool, why d'you cut me off there?"

Mr. Shue just smiled grimly and said "I think we all know that song enough. Let's let Mercedes have her go, yeah?"

Puck shot him evils as he returned to his seat and slumped into it, muttering about 'unfair' and 'scheming'.

Mercedes beamed as she got up to perform and nodded to the band as she pulled Quinn's microphone from it's stand and walked in front of it, tapping her foot to the beat.

Now there was a time when they used to say
That behind every - "great man."
There had to be a - "great woman."
But in these times of change you know
That it's no longer true.
So we're comin' out of the kitchen
'Cause there's somethin' we forgot to say to you (we say)

Kurt had a huge smile on his face as he tapped his foot to the beat like she had at the start and just about stopped himself, as Sam, jumping up and following Quinn, Tina and Santana to stand behind her and backing sing.

Sisters are doin' it for themselves.
Standin' on their own two feet.
And ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it for themselves.

As the guys all politely clapped the girls (and Sam, because he knew Kurt would want him too) stood up and vocalised their appreciation of her song choice.

When everything had settled down and the sexism debate had cooled off, after Mercedes and Santana had to be restrained from hitting Puck, Sam sank down into his chair at the realisation that it was his turn.

Seeing Kurt smile and wink at him he made his decision and straightened up, walking to the front before Mr. Shue had even asked, because hey, he was the last person so he wasn't going to ask for anyone else.

"Uh, Sam, it's Kurt's turn now, you're supposed to be next time?" He said, sounding confused at the odd turn of events unfolding.

Sam just laughed and said "Mr. Shue, it is Kurt. Isn't it Mercedes? Puck?"

"Yeah, that's Kurt Mr. Shue!" They chorused, Mercedes giggling and Puck outright laughing.

Kurt was having to hold onto his chair as he watched their teacher become more and more confused by the minute. After a while he started to speak "Is this the same as when you were in Spanish earlier because..." And then just shook his head and sat down, letting Sam take the floor.

Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot

Sam was really going all out to be over the top, walking straight over to Kurt and practically sitting in his lap as he sang, licking his ear at the 'taste' line and then jumping back up to pose for the later lines, pouting his lips dramatically and putting a hand on his hip, sticking it out prominently.

I know you think you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glam-aphonic, electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot

By then it wasn't just Kurt laughing as he strutted around, and he posed again, trying to find one that Kurt would be likely to do. Flicking his hair back out of his eyes he lunged forward and dragged Mercedes off her chair, closely followed by Tina and they started to dance with him, letting him spin them round, but all the time focussing on Kurt. He had on an aloof face, turning his nose up at the selection on offer, and then moved towards where Kurt was sat again, but this time throwing his hands in the air and smiling at Puck.

Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With Hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
We love them!

The girls got into it, Rachel dragging Brittany down to dance as he sang and then Santana and Quinn following them, dancing around him as he continued to leer at Finn and Puck, smirking at Kurt as he did so.

Returning his attention to Kurt he crooked a finger at him and then backed away, swinging his hips as the girls backed him up in the ooh's.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh ,oh ,oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh ,oh ,oh

Kurt was in danger of actually falling off his chair as he saw Finn's face when Sam started to sing at him, dancing close. He couldn't believe he'd actually sang the song, so very Kurt, Lady Gaga and then some, with added actions. But, remembering what Rachel said about being over the top, he supposed Sam was doing a good job.

Baby is a bad boy
With some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers
And make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot

Kurt watched as Sam half skipped back to the middle, his tight jeans making it hard (A/N: I couldn't write that without laughing), and then put one hand on his hip and the other out in front of him, shaking his hips from side to side as he sang. He hopped out of his seat and went to stand at the foot of the tiered seats, smirking at Sam as he grinned at him and then grabbed 'Cedes and started singing at her, both smiling like idiots a they shimmied.

Let's go to the party
Heard our buddies' the DJ
Don`t forget my lipstick,
I left it in your ashtray
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot

Sam was getting out of breath and the tight pants weren't helping either, but he was really enjoying just acting stupid and making a fool out of himself. He dragged a chair out of the front row and put a booted foot up onto it, leaning forward as he sang over the top if it to Mike, sat where Tina had just vacated her seat in favour of being his back up dancer/singer.

Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
We love them!

He finished with his hand punching the air and the girls around him collapsing into hysterical laughter as they fought to get their breath back.

"Um, okay, Sa-Kurt that was... different." Mr. Shue stuttered, even though he'd known all week what the song Kurt was singing was.

Sam just went and stood next to Kurt, forcing him to sit down on one of the front row chairs. He laughed at the pained expression on his face and said "That bad?"

Kurt chuckled and shook his head, snaking his hands round Sam's neck as the other sat beside him.

"Great. Perfect in fact, I couldn't have made it any funnier, and believe me, I intended to."

Sam just smiled and then gestured to his outfit.

"So, how long does this last Sam, you're the expert after all."

"Okay, judging by the expert help I've had on this subject, and by that I mean watching Freaky Friday and It's a Boy-Girl* thing, I think we have to understand each other or come to like each other." He winked.

"Sure, but we already do." Sam said, slightly confused, but glad to think he'd be out of the blazer soon.

"I know. So this time I'm working off Sleeping Beauty as well. When running into each other doesn't work, I think after we come to an understanding of each other a kiss might just."

Sam rolled his eyes and just said "Oh sure. But you couldn't have told me that before the song?"

"No, too much like good fun. "

"Great!"

"Shut up and kiss me Kurt."

A/N: So i hope you liked it :D Songs are, in order, 'Never Grow Up' by Taylor Swift, 'Price Tag' by Jessie J, 'I'm Too Sexy' by Right Said Fred, 'Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves' by Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox and 'BoysBoysBoys' by Lady Gaga of course ;D

*Please watch these films if you haven't already, they are far too funny :)

Let me know if you liked it? And if you have any ideas for one-shot's i'd love to have a go like i did for this if anyone fancies :) x