IMPORTANT: before you read this chapter, reread the previous one! Some changes were made. Anyway, I'm back. Still dealing with stuff, but I'll try not to abandon my writing again, since it was rereading your reviews that made me start updating again. So yeah. Review, I don't own, have fun. Much love-Maya
Adam smiled at the polite applause and said, "Alright, so let's end on a positive note, pun intended." The Glee kids took their places behind him, and he began to sing:
"I wish that this night would never be over.
"There's plenty of time to sleep when we die…"
The cheers almost drowned him out as the Gleeks backed him up. Kurt worked hard to pretend that Karofsky wasn't in the room—building, state, whatever—as he and his fellow Gleeks rotated through their one-to-two-line solos, Adam filling in the blanks. He happened to glance Noah's way, and he almost faltered when he saw that Noah was watching him. Even though he was clearly working hard to keep his face blankly happy, Kurt could see the worry around his eyes and mouth. Kurt offered him a smile, and the one Noah shot back was just as feeble.
In the last repetition of the chorus, Adam made his way to Kurt's side and threw an arm around his shoulders. The last note echoed over the wild cheering, and Adam called out, "Thank you, William McKinley High!" inciting even more screams and many an "I love you, Adam!" Kurt smiled under Adam's arm as they made their adrenaline-buzzed way backstage, where Mr. Schue awaited them.
"That was awesome, you guys!" he enthused. "Adam, I was so moved by your speech!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, because emotionally affecting Will boiled down to moving one's face in a manner that produces sound, but Adam smiled winningly and said, "Thanks, Will." He released Kurt to address the entire group, "You were all really great out there, guys. I was impressed in rehearsal, but this was even better." Everyone shuffled a little, bashful in the face of praise from a famous person (except Santana and Rachel, who preened). "Really amazing."
Noah sidled up next to Kurt, so close that their sides pressed together, almost proprietary, not that that really made any sense.
Adam left after that. Only the Glee Club was allowed to see him off, but the rest of the student body was pressed against the windows and doors, rubbernecking in earnest. Puck still wasn't terribly pleased with Adam, but it wasn't unpleasant that everyone in the building at his back would kill to be in his place.
A black town car idled in the drop-off loop, and Adam hugged each Glee member in turn, which was hilarious: Rachel gripped him too long and too hard and rubbed her face on his chest, Santana and Brittany each grabbed his ass (though no one could prove it), and Finn looked like he might say "no homo." Puck himself kept his hug tense and brief, and got a knowing grin for his trouble.
Kurt was the last to get his goodbye. Adam laid his hands on Kurt's shoulders, and they had this silent conversation of sad smiles and meaningful looks that no one present could translate with a gun to their head. Finally, Kurt nodded with a brave smile, which Adam returned with a sad one of his own before pulling him into a long hug. Puck had never seen Kurt return an embrace so fervently, and something dark and uncomfortable roiled in his stomach. When Adam released him, Kurt blinked hard and gave a tiny sniffle. "Thank you for coming," he said quietly. Adam smiled again. And then he decided to really piss Puck off.
Adam leaned in and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips.
It was quick, and when it was over Kurt blinked about six times in the space of two seconds, a flush rising from under his shirt to spread over his cheeks, the stars in his eyes brighter than ever. Puck ground his teeth and stifled an actual growl; where had that come from?
"Good luck," Adam said, with a wink and a secret smile just for Kurt, and then he ducked into his car and was gone.
Wave bye-bye to Adam, dears! He and his speech will be in deleted scenes, if I publish those. Song used: Never Close Our Eyes by Adam Lambert. I don't own him or his music.