"-and while I clearly have to vocal range and power to pull off any Elphaba song-a role which suits my voice perfectly- I think I will use my trademark song "Don't Rain on My Parade" for my Funny Girl audition…"
Kurt tuned out of his one-sided conversation with Rachel as they walked to their last class of the day-drama. The greatest part of NYADA for Kurt (besides the lack of homophobia) was that every class was interesting. Instead of having to deal with physics and-shudder-gym, he had fun classes like dance and musical theater.
Add that to the fact that NYADA was right in the middle of New York City, far away from his hometown Lima, Ohio. Yeah, college was pretty fucking great.
Suddenly a pair of hands was covering Kurt's eyes, bringing him to a halt.
"Miss me?" The cool voice of Kurt's boyfriend Adam whispered in his ear.
Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Adam a half-hearted smile. Kurt liked Adam enough-really, he did-but he ever since Valentine's Day he had a hard time looking Adam in the eye. Every time he saw his warm smile, a fresh wave of guilt came over Kurt.
Adam pulled Kurt out of the middle of the hallway and hugged him far longer than necessary-not that Kurt was complaining. No, because Kurt would definitely rather be with his hot, new, older, experienced boyfriend than with Blaine. Stupid, cheating, asshole Blaine with his warm, hazel eyes and his stupid, adorable curls…
Why the hell was Kurt thinking of his ex when Adam was right her in front of him?
Fuck, and there's that guilt again.
It's not like Kurt meant to hook up with Blaine and Mr. Shue's and Ms. Pillsbury's wedding. He was just there in his stupid tux with that big, goofy grin of his, and it was Valentine's Day and really, Kurt cannot be held responsible for what happened in that car when it clearly was all Blaine's fault. That douche bag.
And when Kurt bought a key a hotel room at the reception, he had only the purest intentions in mind, of course.
Honestly it's not like Kurt even did anything wrong. Sure, he and Adam were sort of dating, but like Blaine said; they weren't exclusive. So as long as Blaine understood that Kurt wasn't looking for commitment or a relationship with him, everything was fine. Then he got back to New York.
Kurt felt his phone vibrate as he hung up his coat. He set down his luggage in his room and saw that it was a text from Adam.
Meet me at Callbacks in an hour. I've got a surprise for you. ;) –Adam xx
Kurt wasn't sure how to feel about seeing Adam again. Would it be awkward, considering they're sort of dating and Kurt spent Valentine's Day fucking his ex boyfriend's brains out? Kurt decided to take his time hanging up his clothes from the trip- he can't have wrinkles! Then he got his coat again and walked to Callbacks.
When he arrived at the karaoke bar, Adam was already sitting at the bar with a drink for each of them. Kurt approached Adam and hugged him.
"I missed you so much over Valentine's Day." Adam whispered in his ear.
Kurt shivered and Adam pulled out of the embrace for a kiss. Adam began to deepen the kiss, but Kurt pulled away before he could. Adam just shook it off, figuring Kurt must have jetlag or something.
"I'm sure you survived," Kurt replied. "Didn't you spend it with anyone? Maybe went out or something?" Kurt prayed like hell to a God he didn't believe in that the answer was yes. Maybe then it wouldn't be as awkward when he was questioned about his own Valentine's Day.
Unfortunately it seems you have to actually believe God exists for your prayers to be answered.
"No, I just stayed home. The only person I want to be with is you." Adam smiled, and then asked "So, what about you then? How did you spend your Valentine's Day?"
This is it Kurt. You have to tell him the truth. Shit, he'll probably hate you forever and kick you out of The Adam's Apples, leaving you with Rachel as your only friend at NYADA. And then you'll be driven crazy by her own insanity and her inability to shut the fuck up, forcing you to get on a train, move to Pennsylvania, and convert to the Amish lifestyle for the rest of your life…
Kurt shook the thoughts from his head. None of that mattered because Adam was a genuinely nice person and he deserved the truth. Shit, why hadn't Kurt answered yet? Alright, this is it.
"You know, I just went to the wedding. Ms. Pillsbury ran from the altar, but other than that it was pretty uneventful." No! You liar! Why did you do that? It's not like you really did anything wrong, he's not even your boyfriend!
"So Kurt, I've been thinking," Why did Kurt have a bad feeling about this? Adam looked deep into his eyes and then dropped the metaphorical bomb. "I've realized over the past few weeks that you're all I want right now. You mean so much to me, so I was wondering if you would be my boyfriend."
Well, fuck.
Kurt nodded his head and was aware of Adam pulling him in for a hug and a kiss. They had a few more drinks to celebrate before Kurt insisted on going home and sleeping off his jetlag.
It had been two weeks since Kurt and Adam had officially become "Kadam", as Rachel liked to call it was nice having someone care about him again. Kurt had missed that feeling of companionship.
Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket as they walked to class and as when he pulled it out his breath caught in his throat.
One new text message from Blaine, the screen read.
Moving his phone out of Adam's line of sight, he quickly checked the message. It was a picture message of two cups of coffee, one labeled B and the other labeled K. Kurt scrolled down to read the text that came with it.
Sitting in the Lima Bean at our old table. I thought you'd like to know that when I ordered my coffee the barista made a grande nonfat mocha to go with my medium drip, without me asking for one. I didn't have the heart to throw it out. –Blaine xxx
Kurt felt his heart squeeze and couldn't help but smile at the message. Great. Now he was thinking about Blaine again. Why can't he get that dorky, gel-obsessed, Harry Potter nerd, dapper, adorable ex boyfriend of his out of his head? He had Adam. Adam was his now. Yeah, Adam.
Kurt sighed. He just needed to get through drama class, go home to his apartment to relax, and forget about Blaine. Kurt just hoped the drama would stay in acting form for a little while. Is that really too much to ask for?
One new text message from Blaine.
Our initials are still carved into the table. –Blaine xxx
Apparently.
Kurt listened to the drama professor Mrs. Hill as she discussed the importance of projecting your voice. Nothing too exciting was going on in today's lecture, but at least this meant that Rachel didn't have an excuse to run suck up the class' attention like a sponge.
Speak of the devil, Kurt watched in amusement as Rachel handed him a piece of paper as indiscreetly as possible. He unfolded it and frowned at what she had written.
Did you hear about Mandy Sparks?
Kurt didn't really know much about Mandy. She was a short, Korean girl in his dance class who always showed off by bending her body at unnatural angles. She seemed nice enough-if a bit annoying-but they definitely weren't friends. In fact, Kurt was pretty sure he remembered her sneering at some members of the hallways. Well, then, never mind. The bitch must not be as nice as she looked.
What about her? He asked, drama lesson forgotten and curiosity peeked.
Rachel took the paper and frantically responded; her face lit almost comically with a scandalous look. Finally, she handed it back to Kurt and he took it eagerly- who doesn't love a bit of gossip?
Last night her and her posse went out to Callbacks after ballet class. They were all just having a good time when she slipped off to go to the bathroom. She had signed up for karaoke-which would have been inadequate anyway in comparison to mine and Brody's rendition of "Gove Your Heart a Break"-but she never came on stage. All of her friends were completely hammered, so they have no clue what happened to her. As far as they know, she never came back from the bathroom.
Huh. Well that was certainly interesting. Kurt felt a surge of fear, but quickly dismissed it. After all, this was New York, things like this happened all the time. Besides, she had only been missing for one day. She probably was just laying in an alley somewhere, trying to somehow nurse a massive hangover without moving. She'd do a back handspring thingy right back into his dance class soon enough.