Guys I am so so so sorry about leaving you guys without an update for so long! I know there's not many of you but from your reviews it seems like you're enjoying and I'm always sad when my favorite stories aren't updated. And I hate to be a hypocrite. But I promise, it was for good reason. 1) I was busy and couldn't get this done. 2) I couldn't get into my account! I was panicking for a minute.
But here it is-the next chapter of Adam's Revenge. I was in a little of a rush to get this done, but I hope ya'll enjoy it.

It was my first day at NYADA and I didn't talk to anyone.

The school was a great place. Well, I would have thought it was a great place if I weren't so...sad that day.

It was my first day at NYADA and I didn't talk to anyone.

Well...until my vocal teacher made me speak.

"Who are the freshmen here? Please introduce yourselves?"

"I'm Josh Doberman."

"Greg Finley."

"Annie Overmier."

"Lara Smith."

"Blaine Anderson."

Nobody seemed to care about the other four, but as soon as my name was said, whispers rippled through the class and I strained my ears to hear why they were so shocked. And then I remembered.

"That Blaine Anderson?"

"Hummel's fiance?"

"Damn, that's gotta be rough."

"He looks sad."

"Wouldn't you be?"

Kurt went here too. Because of him, they've heard my name, probably countless times due to the immediate recognition they had for me.

"Ahem. Class, anything you'd like to share with the the freshmen?"

"Sorry, Ms. B, it's just that Blaine here is the fiance of one Kurt Hummel. The one who is...missing," said a boy with blonde hair and grey eyes so cold they could be the arctic. He had a small sly smirk resting comfortably across his lips, and I felt the urge to punch it off.

For a second, it looked like our teacher didn't know how to respond.

"Don't speak of Kurt Hummel." said Ms. B finally. "If you do, I will have you removed from the class. Blaine, meet me after school. My office."

"Yes, ma'am."

And I did.

Taking a deep breath I walked into the dark wood door of Ms. Erica Beele and my heart was pounding. I can't be in trouble on my first day. What did I do, what did I do?

"Mr. Anderson." She was pouring tea into a mug. She sat down on her desk chair with the mug, and she took a sip.

I took a few seconds, before clearing my throat and saying, "Ms. Beele."

"Please, I prefer Ms. B." She said. My heart was still pounding. She sounded...friendly. "Blaine, I'm not one to beat around the bush, so let me get straight to it. Are you really the one who is engaged to Kurt Hummel."

I swallowed. And nodded, as sort of an afterthought.

She closed her eyes, and for a second, though I don't know why she would be, I believed she was mad.

"That must be very difficult." She said, opening her hazel eyes. "I am very sorry for the students rude behavior today. Any conscience would tell them it was rude to bring up a sore spot like that...but they're Broadway kids."

"That's alright." I said. "I don't…I don't mind."
It took all I had for my voice not to crack.

"You do." said Ms. B. "I saw it in your eyes. I saw the flash of anger, the flash of hurt, the flash of 'just get me out of here' in your eyes. And don't think I don't notice how you barely speak to anyone."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"I taught your fiance, before…" Ms. B said. "He was one of my best students. He has a phenomenal voice. He has the voice of an angel."

The quiver of my lip.

"And he always hit every note right, always sang every song with such emotion." Ms. B said.

"Why are you telling me this?" The words, "I don't like when people talk about him" hang in the air, not needing to be said.

"Because I know that because of how great he was, there is no way in Heaven or in hell that Kurt is dead. This is a situation that NYADA has never gone through. We have never had a student kidnapped. But I know that the world has plans for Kurt Hummel. It won't let him go."

And the tears fell down my face.

"I-I know. I just...I'm just…" I started to sob. "I'm sorry...this is so unprofess-"

"Let it all out, Blaine."

And I did.

"Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe. Like it's impossible to go without him and like I'm going to die. I miss him so much that I'm barely breathing, and it's just like no matter what I do, there's no air to find."

I spoke for a half an hour about everything that hurt so bad to do. I couldn't drink coffee anymore, because coffee was our thing. And now when I drank it, it felt like it burned my insides with sheer agony and rage and sadness and just missing him.

I couldn't look at pictures of him without bursting into tears, so I had turned a lot of picture frames in the apartment face down.

But the worst were the songs. The damn songs.

"I can't listen to any of his favorites. That means Defying Gravity, As Long As You're Mine, and things are off the list. The duets we did are worse. I was in the mall the other day and Baby It's Cold Outside started playing. God...that was our first duet ever. I started crying. This old lady bought me a coffee because she felt bad for whatever I was dealing with and I felt so bad that I couldn't drink it. But the very worst, is Teenage Dream."

"Why Teenage Dream?"

"It was the song I sang the day I met him." I said. I couldn't elaborate. I'd cry again.

"Ah." She said. I felt a little relief now. It was so great to have someone listen to him fully, to just listen free of judgement.

"Thank you, Ms. B," I said. "You have no idea how nice it is to talk to someone about this…."

"Listen to me now, then." I nodded. "Any time you feel like you need it, come talk to me. I became a professor because I like helping people become the person they need to be. So, talk to me whenever you need it, k?"
"Okay. Thank you so much!" I say.

"It's not a problem," She said with a smile. I hurried out of the room, waving and walking backwards, and I got a little down the hallway and turned round and bam! I ran straight into someone. He was a little taller than me-wow, who's shocked?-and he had blond hair and a beanie and he wore a tee shirt and baggy jeans. Nothing Kurt would approve of, I think, and my heart drops a little. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?

Back to the topic at hand, I looked up at him.

"Oh, oops, I'm so sorry, man," I said, bending down to gather the books that had fallen from his hands. He bent over too, and spoke.

"Oh, that's fine, Blaine Anderson." I looked up. He was British. Not that that really mattered.

His eyes were blue. I got chills looking into them, and not the good kind I got when I saw Kurt. Who the hell was this-how the hell did he know my name?

I didn't like the small smile playing on his face, sly and coy and frightening. He didn't like the knowing that danced in his eyes.

"You know my name," I said. It wasn't a question.

"Oh, wow, I probably seem pretty creepy right now," He said, expression unchanging. "I don't mean anything. It's just I seem to know of some guy going missing. Kurt Hummel was it? Yes. I remember him. A good looking guy."

I couldn't help it before a tiny growl slipped from my lips. How dare he mention Kurt in that light? He was mine.

It was like he was...taunting me, almost. Why was he using that tone? And why did his smirk grow when I growled.

"Don't be mad, again, I don't mean anything. I'm just acknowledging how beautiful he is...or was," He said. Okay, what the hell? He was totally taunting me. "Point is, word on the street is he was engaged to you."

I tried to keep my cool. "Okay. So if you know my name, what's yours? Only fair." I said.

"Adam," He said, and my heart dropped a little. "Adam Crawford."

"Y-you were the guy who was dating Kurt," I said. Dread grew in my heart. I did not like this guy one bit. "From the Adam's Apples." I really wanted to be nice, I did. But I couldn't stand him even now, so I said it. "Baby Got Back, huh? With banjos? That was your choice to seduce Kurt into your glee club. I guess seeing you in person your clothing taste matches your music taste."

His eyes narrowed. "So that's how you wanna play, hmm? Fine. But I'll have you know...you've made a very powerful enemy."

My eyes narrowed too. "Good. It seems we're on the same playing field, then." He chuckled, and turned away and started walking.

"Oh, and Anderson?" He asked, turning around. "I'm...very sorry about what's happening to Kurt."

Something in the way he said it chilled my blood.

He couldn't be it...that would be immature of me to even consider.

Not a chance, I thought, and walked away as well.

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