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Sam bit down on his lip, as he looked at Kurt. There was something about showing what he had been working on for the last couple of weeks. Sam normally didn’t show off his art, it didn’t matter what kind of art, if it was something he had drawn, painted. Sam let out a breath, fingers rubbing together, “So,” he began, and turned the frame around, “I made this for you.” It felt like forever, waiting for Kurt to say something. “I know that you like didn’t ask me to do it or anything, but I like wanted to do something.” Sam looked down on the floor, a foot kicking against it, trying to not make things even more awkward. “I mean, you don’t have to like take it if you don’t like it.”
“Stop talking,” Kurt said, placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders, looking at him, and Sam nodded his head.
“Okay,” he replied, “I mean if you don’t like it you don’t have to pretend you like it. I’m like a big boy and can take it.”
“That’s what she said.”
A frown played over Sam’s face, before he realized what Kurt had meant, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Really Sam, really?” he asked, “now you’re just trying to get me to say it again.”
“Maybe, but I did make it for you, and I know it’s like not perfect, but I’m pretty sure that you can tell who it is.”
“You can, and it does suit my tattoo.”
“I heard about that, so I thought it could be funny,” Sam said, and smiled, “so now you got your tattoo, and a macaroni art portrait of Bette Middler.”