Hi, guys;)

This is a little piece of that amazing Kadam paring, I created it literally like over the night. I'm putting it in as complete, but I don't exclude I would continue if I got an idea.

Hope you will like it:)


"Hello, Kurt."

Kurt stopped running up the stairs and turned around to face the young man, "Hey," he checked him up and down. "Adam."

"We've missed you on rehearsal on Monday; you said you'd come," Adam replied with a smile and took a step up.

"I know and I'm sorry. I was at work and I was already running late from school to be there, so I couldn't go home earlier. I'm still trying to work out how to manage everything all together, somehow," he shrugged. "But I'll definitely come next time," he was explaining his absence and nodding hurriedly.

"It's fine. I know you try really hard to break through; we were just excited you would join our little eccentric group and little bit worried if anything happened to you. I still don't have your number."

The polite Adam's repeating of using we was still cute and unselfish from him, but Kurt could hear the hint of his disappointment behind the words and his always bright smile. Adam was standing two steps lower and looking up to him with his eyes warm and welcoming.

"I didn't want to dash on your expectation of me," he carefully replied and crouched his eyebrows.

"Kurt Hummel," Adam's voice got a bit lower and his lips curved, "I have no doubts you are the most talented freshman in this year and it's an honour that you even said yes before. Your time is just unorganised," he raised his hand - as always holding his black diary.

"I'm used to put my stuff into my phone but I don't have as much time as earlier, I guess."

"It would be a shame if we couldn't arrange it because you forgot to plan your schedule," Adam said smiling less widely and came up on the same stairs level.

Kurt gulped, because even Adam was constantly really nice to him; he was ashamed of not keeping his promises. "I will definitely not forget about meeting with you next time," he admitted and felt the heat rising up his face, it made him to look down.

"I'm sure of that, you are amazing," Adam shot another compliment and Kurt opened his mouth to brush it off.

"I-," he glanced up and something in his look stopped him again. "Thank you," he added more firmly and his fingers squeezed around the strap of his bag.

"You're welcome," Adam replied like before; his calm eyes never leaving his face while Kurt was unsurely running his own along the room before he settled back at him. He didn't understand why he was such a nervous mess; it wasn't only because Adam was good looking and his arms were particularly remarkable in the shirt he wore that day. His stable and collected behaviour was drawing his attention and he felt the urge to know him better.

"I'm learning."

"And you are very good at that," his voice got rougher again, "if I may say so," he curled his lips again with shinning eyes. Kurt blushed and speechless stared at him. "So, where were you going?"

"Uh, yeah, I have a dance lesson in an hour and I wanted to-,"

"Practise, I guess."

"Yeah,"

"Ballet again?"

"No, it's Latin-American dance class."

"Tango?" Adam grinned and his arms flew into the air.

"Oh, no, we're not that far… we started with cha-cha,"

"Acceptable, I had that class. I could… teach you if you ever feel like slipping behind others. But it's hard to believe you wouldn't make it by yourself."

"Maybe I could find a use for some help."

"It would be my pleasure," Adam winked and turned on his heels, second later he ran down across the stairs and disappeared behind a corner. Kurt still was standing and staring after him, but on his face slowly started to raise a wide smile. He rolled his eyes while he bit on his index finger and giggled.

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