Title: The Key To Our Soul Author: saar_fantasy Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Noah 'Puck' Puckerman/Kurt Hummel (there will probably be mentioned a few more, but these are the main ones)
Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none really Spoilers: none Genre: Humor,Romance, Music, AU, American Idol cross-over/Glee cross-over Word Count:: ~2.050 Disclaimer: As much as I wished I did, I don't own any of them.
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kurt Hummel, both friends; and most importantly, both openly gay; sign up to audition for American Idol in New York. They both hope to make a singing career out of it, neither of them expecting to get so much more...
A/N: Yes, Puck and Kris do have girlfriends at the start of this. It won't be that long though...LOL
Finally the day had arrived. The day that their week in Hollywood would start.
Adam and Kurt had been practising in the meanwhile, together and seperately.
Adam did some gigs at the local bars while Kurt took some extra lessons with his vocal teacher, Will Shuester.
They both went on the same plane together so they could chat and try to forget about their nerves for a little while.
"You know that they probably won't be letting us be roommates, huh." Adam suddenly said, making Kurt nod sadly.
"I know...We're friends and they never let real life friends be roommates on the show. Especialy not before the top 10 is revealed and we'll be moved to the mansion."
Adam nodded, "If we make it until then."
Kurt smiled lightly," We will."
It went silent after that, the nerves taking hold of both boys again.
"How's Finn doing?" Adam suddenly asked, trying to break through the silence again.
"He's doing good," Kurt answered, "I think he's finally learning how to deal with having a gay stepbrother."
"About damn time," Adam commented, "I'm usually not the violent type of guy, but I really wanted to punch him in the face after you told me about your encounter in your bedroom."
Kurt winced a little when he remembered his stepbrother calling everything about his room 'faggy'. When his father heard him, he had been truly livid.
He even kicked Finn out of the house for a while to which Carole, Finn's mom, didn't even object to because she was pretty angry at her son as well.
"He's just a little slow sometimes," Kurt answered after a few seconds, "But he's really not a bad guy."
A female voice came over the speakers, telling all the passengers of the flight they would be landing soon.
The two friends chatted a little more until the plane landed and they stood up from their seats.
"Are you ready to do this?" Adam asked as he walked by his friends side.
"I think I am," Kurt replied, "I just hope they won't place me into a room with a homophobe."
"If that happens we'll go straight to the judges or the producers, alright?"
Kurt smiled, loving the protectiveness of his bigger, older friend.
"Same goes for you."
Noah and Kris were two of the first persons inside the big auditorium, waiting for all the contestants to pile in too.
First they were told to wait in the big ass hallway were they had taken out their guitars out of their cases and put on a little show for everyone to see and hear.
Most people seemed to like it, 'cause soon enough they had a whole circle of contestants around them, singing and dancing along with them.
When someone of the American Idol crew came to tell them it was time for them to go inside, every spectator of their show had congratulated them.
It certainly had put them both in high spirits to start their week.
"Sorry," they both were pulled out of their thoughts by someone standing next to them, bending over a little to talk to them, "Are these seats taken?"
Noah, who was sitting on the seat closest to the aisle, looked up into bright blue-green eyes.
He actually had to clear his throat before he could bring out, "Sorry, what?"
The boy in front of him rolled his eyes but let out a soft chuckle.
"I asked if those seats, next to your friend, are taken?"
"Oh," Noah said, actually looking over at the seats before turning to the boy again, "No, they're free."
The boy smiled, "Good," then he straightened up and started waving at someone, "Adam!" the boy called out, "Adam, I found us some good seats!"
Adam came walking over to his friend and the two other guys, a volt of recognition flashing through his mind when he saw the two boys from a closer view.
"You're the two guys who were playing the guitar out there in the hallway, aren't you?"
Kurt looked wide eyed at Adam, then looked back to the boys in the seats.
"Hey, you are those two guys!"
Noah and Kris both smiled and nodded.
"Yep, we are," Noah answered for the both of them."I'm Noah, and this is my friend Kris."
Then they both moved their legs so Adam and Kurt could get to the seats beside Kris.
"I'm Kurt," Kurt said once he sat down beside Kris, "And this is Adam," he gestured with his hand to the raven haired guy beside him.
"So we heard," Noah replied, chuckling softly when Kurt's cheeks flushed a little. "So, do you guys play any instruments?"
"Adam doesn't," Kurt answered before Adam could even open his mouth, "But I play the piano a little."
"Cool," Noah answered, now almost leaning over Kris to talk with Kurt.
Kris noticed and rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, making both boys look at him.
"Excuse me, do you want me to move or something?"
Noah looked taken aback, Kurt looked a little embarassed, but Adam laughed making Kris smile as well.
"I think you could switch seats with Kurt," Adam spoke up.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Kurt replied almost a little too eager, "Come on Kris, let's switch."
Kris sighed but did as he was told and switched seats with Kurt so that he was now seated between Adam and Kurt, two complete strangers.
Just fucking great.
"You sounded really good out there," Kris turned his head to the right and looked straight into Adam's, slightly nervous, smiling face." You really have a talent."
"Thanks," Kris answered, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was shy, embarassed or uncomfortable.
"You've been playing the guitar for long?"
Adam was trying to get a conversation going and Kris found he really didn't mind that at all.
Now that Puck was so engaged in a conversation with Kurt, whatever it was about, he thought talking with Adam might calm his nerves as well.
"Ever since I was a kid. I got my first guitar as a Christmas present. I'm pretty sure my parents still have it somewhere as a remembrance of my childhood. Sorry if it sounds corny, that's just the way my parents are."
Adam chuckled and shook his head, "Don't apologize. My mom still has my first teddy bear, sitting on the kitchen counter. It's pretty embarassing really."
Kris laughed, "I think it's cute. Your mom must really love you."
A smile spread on Adam's face, "Yeah, she does. It's mutual."
"What about your dad?" Kris was slowly getting into the picking up a conversation thing.
"My parents got divorced. It's ok, though," Adam quickly said when he saw Kris was going to apologize or something, "We still have a good relationship. My mom and dad are still friends."
Kris smiled, "What about Christmas? Did you still get teddy bears?"
Adam laughed, then shook his head."We don't celebrate Christmas. I'm Jewish."
"Oh, just like Noah then."
Noah, who had suddenly hear his name, perked up a little.
"Are you talking about me again, Kristopher?"
"Yeah, I can't stop doing that, can I?" Kris said mockingly, earning an eyeroll and a punch to his arm from his friend. "I was just telling Adam that you're Jewish too."
"Ah," Noah replied, looking over at Adam now, "Good Jew or bad Jew?"
Kris groaned but Adam just laughed.
"I think you can place me in the middle. "
Noah smirked at him, "Join the club. It's nice to have a fellow Jew here."
Adam gave him a smile and a nod and Noah turned back to Kurt while Adam turned back to Kris.
They talked a little more until they were interrupted by loud cheering and the judges' entrance.
They all listen, together with the hundreds of other contestants, to the speeches of Rand, Paula and Simon.
It's always the same... Make good song choices, don't forget the lyrics, this is your chance to stardom.
They all heard it on TV so many times, but now that it was directed at them personally it became all the more real, exciting and, most of all, extremely nerve wrecking.
After the whole introduction thing they were paired off into small groups and told in which order they were supposed to be on stage the next day.
Then they would get their room number and the key to it.
Not having paid attention with whom they would share a room for the next of the week, although they were pretty sure someone told them, Kris and Noah dragged their bag towards the elevators to get to their room.
"Where do you reckon Kurt and Adam might've gone off to?" Noah asked during their elevator ride, "I haven't seen them since our groups were paired up. I don't see why we had to go into our group though, we're all gonna do solo's the first day."
Kris shrugged, "I haven't seen them either ater that and I don't know. Maybe just so we could get to know each other? To see who's in your group?"
"I think we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other," Noah commented, "He's cute though."
"Who is?" Kris asked, confused about the sudden change of subject. Or wasn't it?
"Kurt," Noah replied simply, "He's totally my type."
"Noah," Kris half groaned, "You have a girlfriend."
"So do you," Noah fired back, "That didn't stop you from checking Adam out though."
Kris gasped, "I did no such thing!"
Noah just laughed at his friend, "Yes you did!"
"Shut up," Kris grumbled, "There's nothing wrong with looking."
"You said it my friend," Noah bumped his shoulder against Kris' "I'm pretty sure Dana would love to watch as well when Kurt and I get our mack on."
Kris snorted, "You wish."
Noah winked at him again, "What can I say? I already told you that he's my type."
"Yeah and Adam's mine. That doesn't mean I want to get into his pants or something."
"Who was talking about getting into someone's pants?" Noah said in mocked shock, "Kristopher you perverted little man."
Kris just laughed and pushed his friend away a little, "Look who's talking."
"Let's just enjoy watching them, who knows how long we'll be here anyway, there's nothing wrong with that."
"We could also try and be friends with them, like you said, we don't know how long we'll be here. Hell, we might be going home tomorrow."
"You might, but I won't," Noah teased, getting an eye roll from his friend.
"Cocky bastard."
Noah just smirked. Then they heard the quiet 'ping' indicating that the, extremely slow, elevator had arrivedd on their floor.
"Seems like our rooms are right across from each other," Kris noticed, quite relieved, once they were standing in the hallway, right in between both of their doors.
"Yeah, lucky us," Noah answered with a smirk, "I just hope neither of us gets stuck with a stupid narrow minded loser, or I will have to beat the crap out of him."
"Behave, Puck," Kris said, "I don't want you to get kicked out bacause of bad behavior."
"Ah, you know me Kristopher,"
"Yes, I do. That's why I'm worried."
Noah huffed and turned his back to Kris to open the door of his room, while Kris did the same with his.
They both stopped dead still inside of their doorways, staring at the men that were already there in their rooms.
They turned their heads over their shoulders and looked wide eyed at each other, both thinking the same thing.
We are so screwed...