Log: Kurt and Sam, Saturday evening

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Set not log after this log with Dori, Sam finds Kurt back in their suite and asks him if he knows about Dori and Kyle.


Sam was still scratching his head a little about the whole run in with Dori, even after having had his shower and getting dressed again. Heading out to the common area of his suite with Kurt, he saw his friend and roommate was home too. He took a bottle of water out of their fridge and plopped himself down in one of their chairs. "Say, Kurt, did you, uh... did you know anything about Dori and Kyle? Dating or something along those lines?"

Kurt looked up at that, blinking. "Um. Not specifically, I do not think. Are they?"

"I think so, yeah." He opened the bottle of water and took a sip, thinking about how to best frame what he was about to say. "She was sending him... something. On her phone. That I think only, um, only kids that are... involved with each other would send?" Did that make sense? Sam really didn't want to get too descriptive if he could help it.

"...ah." He considered this. "Well. She is eighteen, and Kyle is not such a bad choice, I think."

"Yeah, Kyle's a good guy." It was true that she could do much worse than him. "I'm just a little surprised, I reckon. The whole picture thing didn't help, really." Technology these days, was there anything it couldn't do?

Kurt snorted. "She possibly should not have been doing that where she could be caught, no. But I suspect she will have learned that lesson now."

"I sure hope so, that's not really something I want to go through again." No offense to Dori at all but that was just about as uncomfortable a position to be in as a teacher as Sam could think of, really. "So you're ok with it, then, I take it?"

"We have teenage boys and girls living in such close quarters", Kurt said with a shrug and a grin. "Such things will happen, and as long as it is all consensual, I think we should turn a blind eye."

Thinking about that for a second, Sam nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Trying to manage that kinda thing would probably only drive us nuts, huh?" As long as everything was consensual then there probably wasn't much they could do about it anyway, really.

"I think so." After a moment, he added, "Of course, if we were talking about Meggan, I would already be planning a very serious talk with Kyle. But I think I am allowed a little hypocrisy there."

"I hear you there, heh." If Paige - who, yes, was far from a teenager now, granted, but still his little sister - had been involved with something like that he'd be saying the same thing. "Kids these days, huh?" He smirked, wondering when he'd crossed the line between being one and being able to say something like that.

Kurt laughed. "Sam, I will never believe you and your friends did not do much the same thing - perhaps with less technology - at that age."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Sam was forced to nod in agreement. "I guess we might have, sometimes. Some of us. When we were kids." He chuckled, amending his previous statement. "Kids, then, I guess?" Kids will be kids!

"Most definitely", Kurt agreed. "Even gypsy kids, I can assure you, find ways."

Sam raised an eyebrow ever so slightly at that. "Oh really now?" Kurt, you old dog. "I don't suppose you'd like to elaborate on that, would you?"

"I do not think my brother would like me to", was the prompt and innocent response. "As for myself... I was rather shyer in those days."

"Right, ok." Sam grinned, but wouldn't badger his buddy too much over it. "Yeah, same here, though I can recall a teacher intercepting a mash note once in, gosh, must'a been grade 6 or 7?" He hadn't thought about that for awhile now.

"Another difference, of course, is that I did not go to school", Kurt noted. "Sometimes I wonder just how much I missed."

"Oh yeah, sorry Kurt." He hadn't meant to remind him of that, and he didn't think Kurt was upset with him or anything, but Sam being Sam he felt bad just the same. "Some good, some bad, I'd wager, just like anything really."

Kurt had come to terms with it long ago, and he smiled now. "Most likely, no doubt. My parents meant well by keeping me at home."

"And hey, you turned out alright, I reckon." Sam grinned and lightly punched his buddy on the shoulder.

"Everyone does seem to think so", he responded cheerfully. "... well. Most people."

"Everyone that counts thinks so." Sam clarified. Kurt was good people in his book, end of story, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

"Thank you, my friend", Kurt said with a touch more warmth coming into his smile.

Sam waved his hand dismissively at him. "Nah, think nothing of it." He grinned and took another sip of his water, glad that they'd had this little chat.