I remember when it happened.

I had been in the living room. There was nobody else home because Dad was at work, Finn over Rachel's and Carole out shopping. I usually spent this time alone in the house practising my singing or dancing, which ever needed the most work. I was wearing pale blue, silk pyjama bottoms and a dark grey jumper that I wouldn't dare let anybody catch me dead in. But at that moment, it didn't seem to matter.

The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a drenched, shuddering Sam Evans. I wasn't sure if he was crying or if the rain water was just dripping off his eyelashes.

"Sam?"

"I need someone to talk to."

Instinctively, I let the boy in. I didn't even care about the rain water running off him and onto my carpeted floor.

Sam Evans had transferred to McKinley High about 2 months previous. He was being labelled 'the New Finn Hudson', which pissed the frankenteen off a lot. Ah well, Finn never had to know Sam had stepped foot into our house. I couldn't just leave him in the rain. He needed a friend. Plus, he's gorgeous.

"You need to get out of those clothes, Sam. You'll get sick."

"I don't care. I'm already sick according to my parents." Sam rubbed at his eyes with his fists.

"What do you mean?"

"Kurt, I'm so scared. I," he paused, breathing deeply. "I think I'm gay."

With that confession, Sam fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands. Instinctively, I knelt beside him and wrapped my arms around his shaking shoulders. I didn't even care how wet my hair got. We were knelt on that floor for a good couple of minutes before Sam began to speak again.

"I-I asked my mum for help. Sh-she just told me to get out. To think about what I had done to her. To pray that God will forgive me!"

"Shh, Sam. It's going to be okay."

"It's easy for you to say!" Sam pulled away, jumping to his feet and shouting at the top of his lungs. "Everyone accepts you! I'm the star of the football team and I'm a fucking fag!"

"Don't use that word!" I cried, horror and disbelief building up in my chest as I got to my feet.

"But it's true, Kurt! It's what I'll be called everyday! I'm not as strong as you, Kurt!" With this he buried his head into my shoulder and wept.

"Shh, Sam. You'll be okay."

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Sam looked up at me, his eyes fearful and beautiful. It got harder to breathe and I could feel his heart beating against my chest.

And that was when it happened.

Instinctively, we gingerly pressed our lips against each others, breathing in each other's smell and releasing a long breath as we pulled away. In disbelief that this was actually we happened, we kissed again. This time with more aggression. I didn't even think about it. I didn't want to. I just wanted it to happen.

I held on tight to him. I didn't want to let go of this moment, but before I knew it, it was over.

"How can something that is considered so wrong feel so right?" Sam asked, his voice innocent and confused.

So I told him,

"It's instinct."