the park [ kum ]

Sam didn’t waste any time leaving his last class of the day as the bell rang. He smiled as he made his way through the crowd of other students to his locker, piled his things into his backpack and checked himself in the little mirror on the inside of the door before closing it again and heading to the doors to the back parking lot. He really shouldn’t be this excited just to take his siblings to the park, but Kurt was coming, and… Well, he liked Kurt. Whether he should or not, that was a fact, and there was no ignoring it at this point. Not after making out with him in Sam’s bed a few nights ago…

Nope, that was pretty much on the table. He felt bad. He wasn’t able to give Kurt what he needed and deserved, relationship-wise. He just didn’t want to go through the whole coming out process again. Nothere. Not in a school where every three seconds a kid got shoved into a locker or a slushie thrown in their face by a jock calling them a fag. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t go through that.

He exhaled slowly, letting himself forget these things and he headed toward his truck across the parking lot. She was an old red pickup, her paint faded and chipping in some places, and it was a bit of extra work to keep her running, but she was Sam’s, and he loved her.

He’d bought the truck in Georgia last year. His Dad had helped him, paying for half of it as a sixteenth birthday gift and a reward for getting his license, and she’d made the trip up to Ohio pretty well. Sam unlocked the door and climbed in, shoving papers and clothes off the front seat to the space behind the seat, so Kurt would have room to sit. “Baby, you need a bath,” he told the old girl, patting the plaid seat cover.