Complicated Hearts

Chapter 10

Kurt found himself praying to the porcelain god most of the rest of the night. He woke late the next afternoon head pounding, world spinning still. He was tempted to text Puck for some serious advice knowing how often he drank, but he couldn't forgive him. Groaning he dragged himself into the shower trying to use the hot steam to clear his head. Three black coffees and a bottle of aspirin later he felt slightly more human. Checking his phone messages, there were a million missed calls from his father, Finn and ex friends and members of Glee Club. Countless voicemails he deleted unplayed uncaring of how they felt anymore.

He toyed with the idea of changing his number to escape them all forever. He still planned to run very soon, leave all of this behind him. Be the unloved queer kid somewhere else, start afresh, and be free. As he ran through deleting the text messages, he glanced at a few asking where he was and if he was okay. Somewhere in the middle he found one from Adam giving the address of a studio to meet them at when he was feeling well enough.

Kurt cringed thinking how much he must have embarrassed himself in front of his idol. The whole evening was fuzzy, he remembered having a damn good time, so much laughter. The blonde was so damn fine, he wouldn't mind spending some more time with him as well. It had been nice to spend an evening with someone who didn't judge him. People who were openly gay without caring what the public or anyone thought.

Dressing slowly in simple clothes, no make up or hair gel and dark shades Kurt downed yet another black coffee as his father let himself in the room. "So you are finally awake, how do you feel?" Burt asked.

Kurt eyed him sipping his drink, "I'm fine, I am always fine and none of your concern anymore."

"Don't give me that boy, you have worried us half to death." He snapped, "You are going to sit down and talk about this."

"I'm busy, I don't have time for this!" Kurt snapped trying to push passed him.

Burt grabbed his arm, "You are going nowhere."

Kurt growled and pulled away sharply, "I do what the hell I want to, you are no one to tell me what to do! You abandoned me, as soon as you got your new wife and son. I have no family anymore!" the boy shouted.

"How can you say that, you are my only child!" he said shocked.

"I haven't had a father in longer then I care to remember, as soon as I came out as a fag." Kurt said slamming the door behind him missing his father's tears.

Choking back his own he got a cab back to the bar to pick up his car, drive back to the studio to find Adam. He could hear soft guitar playing as he walked inside, those beautiful tones of his idol singing along with the music. Not practicing, just chilling out like it was a perfectly normal day. Tommy strumming relaxed melodies, Adam laying on the sofa next to him head laying in his lap. His eyes were closed humming, singing or tapping to the music. They looked so cute and couply that he didn't like to interrupt, so he edged back out of the room slowly.

"Kurt I can hear you." Adam commented softly, "Come in here and say hello, grab yourself a soda from the cooler."

Blushing he did as he was told and came to sit with them quietly. Being around them sober now, he was painfully aware of his embarrassing actions the night before.

"How is the hangover?" Tommy asked gently.

He winced, "Lousy."

"You will soon get used to them on the tour." Adam promised, "Just don't get caught that your ID is fake, it looks bad on me if I don't know the legal age of my staff."

"Staff, I am staff?" Kurt exclaimed, "I thought I had an audition?"

Adam chuckled, "I'm willing to accept Nationals as your audition piece, and I am certainly not going to make you hit any high notes the way all of our heads feel today." He threw a folder of papers into the boy's lap, "Contract, pay details, tour dates, everything you need to know is in there. I do need to know by Tuesday if you want the job, so I can hire someone else if not."

"I'm hired?" Kurt squealed, coughing trying to reduce his vocals to a more normal tone. "I get to go on the big world tour with you that everyone is talking about?"

"Rehursals start next week, are you staying in New York? I can help you find a place to stay, whatever you need just call me anytime." Adam promised, not managing to keep a slight blush from his face at his own words. Tommy warningly stuck his nails into Lambert's back to warn him to back down.

Kurt threw himself on both of them, hugging and thanking them for the change, promising to not let them down. Then he went on his way after they arranged to go look at apartments the next day, to head back to the hotel and clear out his things.

Tommy kicked Lambert watching the raven staring after the boy's retreating ass. "You got it bad man."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Adam insisted.

"Yeah right, he is your type and you know it." Tommy commented.

"Talking of which, what exactly is your type?" Adam asked, "I didn't expect to see you with a guy, I thought you were straight?"

The guitarist sighed, he had been dreading that question. "Whatever takes my fancy on the day, can we just not do this right now and just relax please?" he grouched.

Adam rather disappointedly nodded and let Kitty return to his strumming his thoughts in a complete mess.