So, I feel like I need to preface this chapter with my prayers for Cory and his family and Lea and all the cast, crew, family, friends, and fans of Glee. Cory's passing hit me really hard, and the gravity of the situation threw me off my groove for a while. I put myself into mourning (I'm talking black clothes every day) and prayed extra hard every night because I didn't know what else to do. I've finally started to find my peace with this tragedy and move on with my life, but Cory will never move on from my heart. I loved him dearly.
On a happier note, I've talked with some of you guys who read/review this work and I'm trying to take all your ideas and wishes into consideration! I don't know how long this story will end up being but I intend to finish it by the end of September at the latest. All criticism, ideas, and wishes for the storyline are more than welcome in my inbox, I love hearing from you all! Thanks!
Chapter 9
The weekend passed by without anything of import occurring. Kurt and Adam texted as often as their breaks from work would allow but Kurt had volunteered the majority of his weekend to Isabelle's whim and Adam had two really long shifts at American Eagle to change their floor-set from Holiday 1 to Holiday 2. Isabelle of course, could immediately tell something was different about Kurt when he had bustled into her office a little after ten on Saturday morning, two steaming Starbucks cups in his hands. For one thing, Kurt was actually taking advantage of the casual weekend policy. Even though Saturdays and Sundays meant laid back dress Kurt had never been seen in the office without an immaculately styled and professional get up.
Saturday he walked in in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a white v-neck t shirt, and a half buttoned white and red pinstriped dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up J Crew style. It was the outfit Adam had chosen for Kurt the day they had met, not that Isabelle knew that. He looked great and it was totally appropriate for a Saturday around the office but his new look shocked Isabelle into a stunned silence as she accepted her coffee from him. Then there was the fact that Kurt was being much less careful about letting everyone hear him sing. The boy was almost constantly singing to himself, under his breath, when he was sure no one could hear him. Now he was singing and humming and whistling as he walked through the halls and lingered at the edges of board rooms, awaiting his orders. Isabelle decided this was the first time she had seen Kurt truly excited about anything since the "October Incident" as it was so carefully referred to.
The inner gossip in Isabelle was clawing its way to the surface every time she spoke to Kurt that weekend. She was dying to know what had brought about such a dramatic change in her budding fashion genius. Had he gotten a part in a school show? Had he gotten a solo in voice class over his roommate? Had he been invited to the Winter Showcase? Or, as Isabelle desperately hoped would be the case, had Kurt gotten a new man in his life? It was very hard work but Isabelle kept herself quiet that weekend and didn't pry but, she swore to herself that if Kurt hadn't spilled the beans by the end of the week she would be bringing out the inquisition. Not that it would a hard sell to get Kurt to talk, he was nearly as big a gossip as Isabelle.
Adam, despite his grueling hours of building up an entirely new display layout over that Saturday and Sunday, and despite the stress of his district manager hounding him for zoning off into the distance too often, had managed to remain in high spirits. Monday morning meant no classes for either him or Kurt thanks to an angel of heaven who had been in charge of scheduling this semester. So, Adam planned out an elaborate breakfast at his apartment after which, since he lived fairly close to NYADA, he could walk Kurt up to his afternoon lecture on the history of theater arts. Kurt had eagerly agreed to seeing Adam Monday morning, finding he really had missed him over the weekend. It was silly, Kurt thought to himself, that this boy he had known for barely a week had already claimed this much of his attention. Kurt couldn't stop thinking about Adam, about kissing him, and snuggling into his side. Adam was so warm.
Kurt was perfectly aware that he fell fast, and usually he had no problem with it. He didn't actually have much of a problem with it now, it was more that he wasn't used to seeing someone fall for him reciprocally, and at what seemed to be the same pace. Look at Blaine, even though he ended up head over heels in love with Kurt, Kurt had ben a good few months ahead of him on the train to lovers-town. Adam it seemed, had booked the ticket right next to Kurt, and while that was strange, it was also kind of wonderful.
Monday morning rolled around and Kurt found himself walking along a chilly New York street in a cloud of swirling snowflakes. They caught in his hair, and on his scarf, and on his eyelashes. His cheeks burned bright red with the cold in a spectacular display of oxymoron. The weather made Kurt eternally grateful that he hadn't decided to pick out real flowers to bring over to Adam's house. A rose would have been ruined by the time he made it a block away form the florist. What he had with him was a white paper rose he had folded himself, something Isabelle had been schooling him in so they could decorate the office for the upcoming holiday season. Kurt had found the origami extremely relaxing and in his nerves he had actually made at least two full bouquets over the weekend in his spare time. Now one of the roses was going to be Adam's.
Kurt pulled out his phone to double check he had got the address right when he arrived then pressed the buzzer for Adam's apartment number. The intercom crackled to life and Kurt's face broke into a smile at the sound of Adam's voice.
"Hi love, come up you're probably freezing."
Kurt didn't get a chance to answer before the door had unlocked and he could push inside and climb the stairs to Adam's apartment. He knocked gingerly on the door, trying to regain feeling in his fingertips by wiggling them around in a way that probably looked absolutely ridiculous. Adam pulled open the door seconds later, a huge grin spreading on his face when he saw just how angelic Kurt looked all flushed with snowflakes still stuck in his hair.
"Hey," Kurt said, stepping inside when Adam moved out of the way, and returning his grin.
"Good morning, Kurt," and Adam couldn't help himself anymore, he just had to lean forward, take Kurt's cold cheeks in his hands, and kiss him. It was short and very sweet and left both boys grinning even wider than before.
"Good morning," Kurt replied, placing his hands against Adam's chest and tilting forward for one more kiss.
"Here let me take your coat and scarf, you can leave your boots on the matt by the door."
"Thanks," Kurt smiled and toed of his boots, carefully placing them on the indicated matt, then picked up his bag and quickly rifled through it to retrieve his origami flower before hanging it up next to his coat.
"What's this?" Adam asked when Kurt handed it to him excitedly.
"I folded it myself," Kurt said proudly as Adam took the rose delicately, looking at in with a slight bit of incredulity.
"This is beautiful Kurt, thank you." Adam gave Kurt another peck on the lips, and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. "Come on, breakfast is ready."
Breakfast consisted of large Belgian waffles Adam had made himself, laced with a slight touch of pumpkin puree and maple sugar. There were small dishes of diced apples and cinnamon sugar and cream that could all be put on top of the waffles and Kurt used them all with great delight. Adam had also mixed up some of his European hot chocolate, which literally tasted like melted Cadbury's in a cup. I Kurt hadn't been sold on the looks, and the accent, and the personality already, the cooking would have sealed the deal for sure.
"Adam, that was incredible, thank you." Kurt gushed as Adam cleared away their plates and stuck the leftovers in the fridge for Daniel to eat later.
"My dad's recipe," Adam bragged. "My grandparents own a pub so he grew up cooking with Gran quite a lot."
"Well, pass on my compliments." Kurt smiled and shyly pushed forward into Adam's personal space, placing his hands on the counter on either side of him, trapping Adam effectively. "Any chance I might get the recipe?"
Adam smiled and traced his index finger across Kurt's lips, causing his breath to catch in his throat. "That's a family secret I'm afraid," he whispered, then captured Kurt's lips in a kiss that seemed to pull the two out of time and space for a moment. All they could feel was one another, slowly attaching themselves through lips, then hands, then chests, then legs. Tangling themselves together in an inescapable embrace. The moment was unfortunately broken by a loud opening and closing of the front door, and stomping footsteps entering the kitchen. Daniel had returned in a very not nice mood, he was still a Florida boy at heart as he ofter reminded Adam. Upon seeing the intwined couple pressed into his kitchen counters Daniel stopped short, vaguely remembering Adam mentioning that he was going to have a boy over for breakfast that morning.
"Sorry dude, I totally forgot." Daniel shrugged his coat off looking a little guilty but not terribly sorry.
"No worries, mate. Ehm, Kurt this is my roommate Dan, Dan, this is my boyfriend Kurt." Dan smiled and waved a quick hello before plunging his head into the fridge in search of food. Kurt's face had lit up in the biggest grin Adam had ever seen on it. And, in what was seeming to become a pattern Adam asked, "Is that okay? You being my boyfriend I mean?" It was a hushed whisper, kept between him and Kurt.
"It's great!" Kurt giggled and threw himself into a tight hug.
