Guys. I know most of you have forgotten about this story. I just kind of missed it and wanted to wrap it up.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked, stepping into the bedroom.

Sam was standing in front of a full-length mirror, evaluating the way he looked in his perfectly tailored suit. "I'll never be comfortable in one of these things." He said,

Kurt chuckled. He approached Sam and began straightening his tie. "Well, you look great." He told him.

Sam gave him a goofy smile. "Do I?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, and planted a soft kiss on Sam's lips.

Abby, their publicist, was waiting for them in the living room. A group of techies was scattered about, putting up lights and setting up cameras for the interview the couple was doing for the evening news.

"This setup is perfect, Abby," Sam grinned, happy that they were doing the interview from the comfort of his own home. He had to admit, once the two of them had established some ground rules, they got along pretty well.

Kurt sat down on the couch first, and Sam followed. They angled themselves toward the reporter, who sat at the end. Before they knew it, the taping had started.

"Remember those teenagers everyone was talking about back in May? Sam Evans and Kurt Hummel became national celebrities after they won the lottery the day Sam turned eighteen. Six months later, the two of them are sitting across from me, as in love as the day we met them, and wanting to share with us some of their plans for the future,"

"Well…actually…" Kurt chuckled nervously. "We really weren't together when this first started. A lot has changed."

"I had him in the friend zone…" Sam joked cockily.

Kurt playfully punched his arm. "That is such a lie!"

"But…you guys are together now?" The reporter wanted to make absolute sure.

"For the time being," Kurt sighed lightly. Sam chuckled in response.

"Well, America certainly isn't surprised…" The reporter cooed. "Do you want to humor us and tell us the story of how you got together?"

Sam and Kurt laughed nervously, and in unison. "No," Kurt said quickly.

"Yeah, we'll save that one for our grandchildren," Sam agreed.

"Fair enough," The reporter was being a good sport. "So, what do your lives look like now?"

"Well, I'm in school studying vocal performance, and Sam has been taking some Gen Eds..."

"I'll probably major in elementary education," Sam shrugged. "But there are some other things I'm going to want to participate in, so we'll see how it all works out."

"What things are we talking about here? Does this have anything to do with the announcement you've had us all so excited for?"

Sam sat up a little straighter. "Actually, it does."

"Do explain,"

"Well, when I was about eight, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. If it wasn't for all of the tutoring and the extra help my parents got for me over the years, I doubt I would have graduated high school. The thing is; I got lucky. Things were good for my family when I was a kid, and we had money. But when the economy crashed, things changed, and if it had been my little brother with the learning disability, he would have had to work a lot harder. So, Kurt and I have decided to start a non-for-profit organization that provides private help and resources to kids who are struggling with learning disabilities. We want to start by opening several centers in some of the underprivileged neighborhoods here in the city, and then we plan on branching out. I'd like it to be a nation-wide thing eventually."

The reporter's eyes were wide. She shook her head wearing an expression of pure amazement. "That's really incredible. I wish you the best."

"Thank you," Sam nodded humbly.

"So, was this both of your ideas?" She asked.

"We knew we wanted to do something," Kurt told her. "Sam came to me one night and said he wanted to help people, and so I just sort of took it on. We went through all the possibilities together until we finally asked ourselves, 'what would we be able to get really involved in'. Sam's personal connection here was enough to sell me."

"Wow…look at you two; making decisions together like a couple of adults," The reporter cried, making both boys laugh. "I have to say. I know you're still young, but I really hope your foundation is successful, and I hope, you know, that you stay together."

"Well, he's bound to get sick of me eventually," Kurt teased, patting Sam's knee.

Sam nodded in playful agreement. "Yeah, we'll see where it goes."

"How cold is it supposed to be this weekend?" Kurt called from the closet later that week. Sam was reclining on the bed. He'd given up on packing.

"I don't know. Cold…" He tried half-heartedly.

Kurt took a few steps so that Sam would see him glaring. "You're so helpful."

"Light layers, Kurt. It works for any climate." Sam told him intelligently. "I mean, isn't that what you always do?"

"I want it to be cold," Kurt whined. "I want to go back to my old, drafty, Midwestern house and have no choice but to wear bulky cardigans and bury myself in throw blankets."

Sam was quiet for a moment, and then decided to speak his mind. "I wish you were coming with me…"

"To your parents' house…?" Kurt laughed. "My dad hasn't seen me since we went to Lima for Labor Day. If I'm not at that table for Thanksgiving dinner, heads will roll."

"Off with your heads…" Sam sang dramatically.

"Oh my god…" Kurt rolled his eyes, trying not to grin. "You're completely ridiculous."

Sam accepted this as truth, and continued to stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. "We could split our time," He tried.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"Well, Burt and Carole usually eat pretty late, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah…"

"So, we'll have lunch with my parents and dinner with yours."

Kurt came out of the closet again, blinking. "You want to drive four hours between lunch and dinner?"

"Who says we have to drive?" Sam asked. "We'll hire a chopper."

"You did not seriously just suggest that…" Kurt said, bored.

"It wouldn't be appropriate to spend thanksgiving apart," Sam reasoned. "I mean, you are what I'm most thankful for."

Kurt laughed out loud. "You are so cheesy."

"And you're so mean to me," Sam pretended to pout. "I'm trying to be nice, and you're just attacking me with your words."

Kurt sighed and walked over to the bed, standing over Sam with his arms crossed. Sam smiled up at him sweetly.

"Is this actually important to you?" Kurt asked, inches away from giving in.

"Of course it is!" Sam told him.

"Sam…we already accidentally live together. If we spend family holidays together; that's it! We might as well be married."

"We might as well…" Sam mumbled.

"You're kidding..." Kurt said quickly. This was Sam. Sam was always telling jokes.

"Kind of…" Sam shrugged, sitting up and looking at Kurt. "I mean, what's stopping us?"

"Um…the fact that we're eighteen," Kurt said knowingly. "…The fact that we've been dating, what…four months?"

"People get married in Vegas after two hours," Sam reasoned. "And really, you and I have been together for a lot longer than that. We weren't dating, but we were together. I mean, we were spending all of our time together. That should be enough."

Kurt's jaw was hanging open. He couldn't find the words. "This is…what the hell…are you proposing Sam? Is this how you're proposing?"

"Of course not," Sam tried. "But the conversation was going to happen eventually."

Kurt shook his head. "No. If either of us ever proposes, it's going to be me, if only to ensure that it's a lot better than this."

"So what you're saying is that you'd have no problem marrying me as long as the proposal involves champagne and a flash mob?"

"I have no problem marrying you as long as we're of an appropriate age and the proposal is not some spontaneous decision you make because you don't want to eat alone with your parents!"

"I want them to really get to know you!" Sam tried. "I want them to love you as much as I do."

"Then just bring me there. Don't propose to me!"

"Well, I asked you to just come, but you saidwe had to be married first."

"Oh dear lord…" Kurt laughed, amazed at how Sam kept twisting his words.

"So, do you want to or not?" Sam asked.

Kurt paused for a moment, realizing that spending time with Sam's family didn't actually seem like the worst possible scenario.

He exhaled heavily, shrugging. "Fine. We'll split our time."

Once Sam and Kurt had flown to Kentucky, they rented a car to make the trip to Ohio. After a long conversation of discussing their options, they decided that they didn't want to hire a driver or a "chopper" pilot, and deprive someone of the holiday off.

Sam offered to drive. After all, making the trip mid-day on Thanksgiving was his own idea. Sam cruised down the highway, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand clutching Kurt's. Kurt's seat was reclined, and his neck-pillow was put to good use as he prepared himself for a nap. Sam glanced at him, then looked back at the road with a small smile on his face.

"You're so cute," He told him.

"I'm exhausted," Kurt spat back.

"Go to sleep." Sam told him. "I'll wake you up when we get there."

"No. I want to keep you company," Kurt argued. "I need to make sure you're gonna stay alert."

"I'll turn the radio on," Sam rubbed little circles into Kurt's hand with his thumb.

Kurt gave his hand a squeeze, letting out a big yawn.

"I'm serious," Sam laughed. "Go to sleep."

Kurt closed his eyes, shifting in his seat. "Okay, but wake me up if you get lonely."

Sam didn't wake Kurt up, though. He let him sleep until they had pulled into the Hudson-Hummel's driveway. After he's put the car in park, he unlatched his seatbelt and turned to Kurt, gently reaching out to him. He ran his knuckles lightly down Kurt's cheek, smiling to himself.

"Hey, babe," Sam said softly. "We're at your parents' house."

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He inhaled sharply, stretching, and slowly removing his neck-pillow. "How was the drive?" He asked sleepily.

"Good." They were slowly leaning towards each other. "How was your nap?"

"Good," Kurt said, his voice hushed. They were just inches apart.

Their lips finally met. At first, the kiss was innocent and tender. But Kurt, smiling into it, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's torso and pulled him closer. Sam tried to position himself so that he could more easily move into the passenger seat, but clumsily hit the car horn with his elbow. The two of them jumped apart instinctively.

Before they knew it, Burt and Carole were rushing down the driveway to greet them. Kurt laughed, color rushing to his cheeks.

"God, I love you," He said to Sam randomly.

Sam grinned, "I love you more."

And they both climbed out of the car.

When they got back to New York the following Sunday, their relationship was at an all time high. Both of them had been surprised at how easy the joint holiday had been. They'd each seen the other interacting with their families; Kurt exchanging recipes with Sam's mom, and watching Disney Channel with Stacy and Stevie; Sam talking football with Finn and Burt, and having a heart-to-heart about his career decisions with Carole. Sam's comfort wasn't a surprise, seeing how he'd lived in the Hudson-Hummel house for a year. But Kurt impressed Sam with how naturally he fit in.

Sam kept thinking about the car ride to Lima. It was such a simple memory; listening to the first Christmas carols of the season, occasionally taking his eyes off the road to glance at Kurt, just to make sure he still looked comfortable, and thinking the whole time just how perfect the boy was.

Sam had snuck into Kurt's room every night in Lima, unable to stay away. However, they'd done nothing more than spoon, wanting to respect the fact that Burt and Carole were asleep on the other side of the paper-thin walls. So, naturally, their return to New York and their private apartment turned into a sort of honeymoon. Both of them were overly eager to express how much they loved each other in every way possible.

After a week of being back in New York, Sam was sure that the suggestion he'd made before leaving was more than impulsive. As much as he knew he was being pushy, he couldn't help but bring it up again. This time, though, he was prepared.

Kurt walked into the foyer after class one Tuesday night to find a post-it note stuck on the door of the coat closet. Kurt took it down and read it curiously.

"Went to the gym. Made food. In the fridge."

Kurt sighed, mildly disappointed that Sam wasn't there to greet him. He kicked his shoes off and made his way to the kitchen. When he pulled open the door, he found an index card propped up at eye-level.

"Just kidding. There's no food. Do you mind putting my clothes in the drier when they're done?"

Kurt laughed, confused. He went back into the hallway and entered the small laundry room across the hall. When he opened the washing machine, however, it was empty. There was, however a flimsy poster board rolled up and shoved inside it. Kurt was grinning now, realizing that this was some sort of game. He pulled the poster board out and read what Sam had written in big, sloppy handwriting.

Hey babe, it turns out I didn't do my laundry after all. You should do it for me. It's in my hamper.

Kurt rushed into Sam's room. He took the lid off of Sam's plastic hamper and found a bottle of champagne shoved in amongst the dirty clothes. Kurt got his hand around the neck and pulled it out. Sam had taped another index card to it.

Kurt. I'm a big boy. I can do my own laundry. Bring this up to the roof. Now.

Kurt's heart swelled. He held the bottle with both hands and went to meet Sam.

Sam was waiting for him on the roof, a picnic laid out on a checkered blanket and candles all around.

"What's this for?" Kurt asked, going to join Sam.

"This is for us," Sam grinned. "I guess I lied about lying about there being no food."

"You're forgiven," Kurt chuckled. He handed the bottle to Sam. Sam turned around as he opened it. Kurt heard the sound of Sam pouring into glasses, even though his back blocked Kurt from actually seeing it.

When he turned around again, his hands were shaking. Kurt noticed right away, and reached quickly for his glass before Sam could spill it. When he saw what was in the glass, however, he froze.

"Sam..." He said steadily. "Why is there a gold ring in my glass?"

"Kurt. I love you," Sam began. "I know you think we're too young, and if it makes you feel any better, we can wait until you're done with school."

"Oh...?" Kurt was just staring at the ring, processing everything. "I guess that's reasonable."

"I just want you to know, that I want to marry you more than anything else in the world..."

Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes. "Sam..." He choked. "God. I told you I was the one who was going to propose."

"But you were gonna make me wait!" Sam reminded him. "I couldn't wait to show you how sure I was that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew it before we had millions of dollars binding us together, and I know it today. Right now. Kurt Hummel, will you please be my husband?"

Kurt couldn't ever get out the words. He nodded, wiping tears off his cheeks. Sam took his glass back from him and shoved his fingers in, fishing out the ring.

"I'll get you one too," Kurt whimpered as Sam slid it effortlessly onto his finger. "I mean, I want you to have one too."

"But how will you afford it?" Sam teased, holding Kurt's hand in his as they both admired how the ring looked. "Jewelry costs a fortune these days."