Sam walked back into his house after dropping Kurt off, and found his mother sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea. Another cup of tea was next to her, and Sam assumed it was for him.
He sat down and picked up the mug, neither of them saying anything. After a moment, his mother broke the silence.
"So, that was Kurt, huh?" she said plainly. Sam couldn't tell from her voice what she was thinking or feeling. His stomache felt like a huge black pit, and he when he answered he struggled to keep his voice from shaking.
"Yeah, that was Kurt..." he said quietly, not looking at her.
"How long has that been going on?"
"About two weeks...I mean it's only been official for a week now...but there was….before..."
"What about Quinn?"
"We broke up. I broke up with her."
He looked up, and saw his mother staring at him intently. She looked sad, and she didn't say anything for a while.
He couldn't take that silent, sad look. He thought he might vomit.
"Please say something, Mom." he begged, forcing himself not to look down.
"Sam, I..." she said, then looked down at her tea.
"I just wish you'd told me." she finished. Sam stared.
"I mean, I know teenagers don't tell their parents everything but...I thought we were close. I thought we were at least close enough that you would tell me something like this." She continued looking sadly at her tea.
"I- Mom I was going to tell you. Soon. I just, I didn't know how...I wanted to tell you. I was just...scared." he paused, and cleared his throat.
"So...what do you think?" He tried to smile.
She looked back up at him. "Is he, Kurt, is he...your...I mean..."
Sam smiled. "He's my boyfriend, Mom. I like him a lot. He's...he's great."
His mother smiled, and reached across the table, placing her hand on his.
"I'm happy for you then. Although, I'd like to be able to meet him again in a more official, and less shirtless, capacity. Maybe have him over for dinner."
Sam smiled again, and thought he might cry.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, concerned "Do you really not want me to meet him that badly? I promise not to embarrass you...anymore..."
Sam laughed. "No, I want you to meet him, a lot. You'll like him Mom, he's really...well, perfect. But, when I saw you looking so sad before I thought- at first I thought you were...about me..." he glanced down again, avoiding eye-conact.
"Sam, how could you think that?" She asked, her eyes wide. "I want you to know that this doesn't change how I feel about you one bit. I love you, you are the most important thing to me. Nothing could change that, especially not something like this, or even how after-school-special all of that sounded."
"Really?' Sam asked, his voice breaking. "You don't...care?"
"Well, I don't if thats right. Of course I care, but I don't care in like a...negative way." She said, smiling.
"Oh thank god," Sam said, tears finally spilling over. "I was so afraid you'd think I was a freak or something..."
She looked at him, and then got up out of her chair. She walked over and put her arms around him tightly. He stood up, and hugged her back.
"I could never think you were a freak." She said, looking him in the eye. "Especially not for just being who you are." She hugged him again.
"Thanks, Mom." he said, wiping away his tears. "Heh, this is sort of after-school special, isn't?"
Smiled, and kissed him on the forehead. "Yes, it is." she said, stepping back from him. "Although, I have to ask. Do you not know me at all? I mean, I go to the pride parade every year with my friends...I have a t-shirt that says 'Closets are for Clothes' for Christ's sake!"
He laughed. "I know, I know...I was just worried it would be different when it was your son." She shook her head, and hugged him again.
"Come on, lets go watch a movie. You pick." She said, then added "But just so you know, this does not get you out of having children. I want grandkids. Got it?"
Sam laughed. "I got it."
"Good, now go get a movie."
"Ok, I just want to call Kurt and tell him how it went." He said, picking up the phone.
"Yeah, how'd it go?" She asked, sitting down on the couch in the other room.
Sam laughed as he dialed Kurt's number. "It went very, very well. Thank You."
"Your welcome." She said.
"Hello? Sam? How'd it go? Are you ok? How'd it go?" Kurt said immediately when he answered. Sam laughed.
"It went great, she wants to meet you. Again. But officially this time." Kurt squeaked happily into the phone.
"Yeah, I was happy too." Sam said, smiling widely. "Anyways, I gotta go, I just wanted to let you know it went well. What time should I pick you up tomorrow? Hold on."
Sam's mother was waving her hands at him. "What?" He asked, putting the phone against his chest.
"Ask him over for dinner tomorrow, before you guys go out to wherever you're going."
Sam hesitated, but brought the phone back up to his ear. "Uh, Kurt? My Mom wants to know if you want to have dinner with us tomorrow, before we go out…."
Kurt was silent for a moment. "Um, I guess. I don't know if I'll be able to look her in the eye after tonight, but sure, I'd love to."
"He says he'd love to." Sam relayed to his mother, who clapped her hands together happily.
Sam smiled. "She is very happy." He told Kurt.
"Good, hopefully I will be able to make a better second impression. What time should I come over?"
Sam told him to come over around 6:00, which was there usual dinner time. They said goodbye, and hung up the phone.
Sam decided to watch Inception with his mother, because he had just bought it and she hadn't seen it yet, which was unacceptable. They watched, and ate popcorn and Sam felt so happy and light that not even her incessant question asking bothered him.
At 5:00 the next day, Sam was rushing around the house like a mad man, cleaning everything in sight.
He flew around the kitchen, sweeping the floor, cleaning the table and carefully watching everything his mother cooked.
"Woah, woah, woah" he said, as she was about to add more cheese to the lasagna she was making. "You've already got like 5 pounds of cheese on there, and your going to add more?"
She stared at her son, holding the cheese and grater in her hands. "Uh, yes...thats how I usually make it" she said.
"Well thats great if your trying to clog up his arteries and kill him! He is very delicate and he's used to eating healthy. Think Lina, think!"
She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me young man, first of all I am your mother, and you will adress me as such"
"Sorry, Mom" he said, calming down.
"Second of all, chill the hell out. It's cheese not arsenic. A little bit won't kill him." she added, grating more cheese into the dish, as Sam winced.
"Fine...how are the vegetables coming?" He asked, moving on. Lina sighed. She couldn't remember ever caring this much about what her boyfriends ate.
"They're steaming nicely on the left burner" she grumbled. "But maybe I could just add a little teeny bit of olive oil…." she began, but was silenced by the horrified look on Sam's face.
"Ok, Ok, never mind. Hey, I think I see some dust under the couch over there…" she said, and Sam gasped and ran off to get the broom. She rolled her eyes.
An hour later Kurt arrived, and Sam could tell he had immediately won his mother over, because he showed up with cake.
"Kurt, its great to finally meet you for the first time, right now. Because as far as I am concerned, this is the first time I have ever met you." she said, putting the cake down on the counter. He smiled and stepped forward to shake her hand.
"Its nice to meet you too, thank you for having me over!" He said, beaming.
"Its my pleasure." she said, smiling. "After all, you brought cake. Although someone gave me the impression that you ate very healthy..." she said, looking at Sam, who tried to look innocent.
Kurt laughed."Sam's right, I do eat very healthy. But as far as cake goes, this is pretty good for you. I call it my 'Yes, I swear it's healthy' cake, because no one ever believes me."
Kurt walked in, and looked around the house, impressed. "Wow, your house is so clean."
Sam's mother laughed. "Thanks. I didn't remember doing it, but apparently I hired an insane blond Tasmanian devil to clean today."
Sam blushed, and put his hands in his pockets.
Kurt smiled. "Aw, you cleaned for me?"
Sam nodded, his face growing a deeper red. "Course I did….couldn't have you see what a mess this place usually is."
"I resent that" his mother said from across the room, taking the lasagna out. "It's not messy, it has character."
Sam laughed, and pulled out a chair for Kurt. His mother resisted the urge to comment on how friggin' adorable it was, and brought the lasagna over.
"So, Kurt" she said, placing the food on the table. "Sam tells me your in Glee too. How do you like that?"
"Well, I sort of have a love/hate relationship with the Glee club. See, I love performing but I hate how overlooked I am."
"They overlook you?" She asked, serving him some vegetables.
"They overlook everyone that isn't named Rachel Berry or Finn Hudson" Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Its true. They get almost every solo or duet available." Kurt added.
"But Sam sung with Quinn at Sections" she said.
"Sectionals." Sam corrected. "And that was a miracle."
"Rumor has it he only did it because Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell suggested it, and he's trying to get into her married pants." Kurt said, them immediately covered his mouth. "Im sorry, I mean..."
Sam's mother laughed. "It's ok Kurt, calm down. I wouldn't have even noticed something like that."
Sam nodded. "Its true, she has a horribly foul mouth. Extremely vulgar, and unladylike."
"That is not true, I am always the picture of grace and refinement" she said, waving her hand haughtily. After a moment she added "Goddammit."
Kurt laughed, and the rest of the dinner continued in the same enjoyable fashion (accept when Sam's mother took out the baby-pictures, something he would need to kill her for later).
After they had cleaned up, Sam and Kurt got in the car and drove to Chant for the rest of their date.