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:: ~ 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...
"Hey," Kurt said when he stopped unpacking his suitcase and turned to the just opened door, "I guess we're roommates now."
Noah shook his head a little, trying to clear his mind, then tried to turn back the smile that Kurt was giving him.
"Yeah," he finally managed to get out, "I guess we are."
Kurt's face fell a little by the lack of enthusiasm, the lack of anything actually in Noah's words.
"If you don't want to be my roommate we could still try and switch. I could ask-"
"No, no," Noah stopped him, holding up his hand, "I'm glad to have you as my roommate."
"Really?" Kurt asked, still not really believing it.
"Of course I am," Noah replied honestly, "I just didn't expect it. I thought I would be paired up with some kind of jerk."
Kurt smirked and put his hand on his hip, "What makes you think I'm not some kind of jerk?"
"People knowledge," Noah chuckled when Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Believe it, babe. I've got you all figured out already"
"Oh really?" Kurt asked, something close to mirth sparkling in his eyes, "Well, you might be surprised..."
"I hope so," Noah mumbled softly then cleared his throat and walked over to the empty bed, "I see you've already chosen your place to sleep."
"Oh,we can still switch if you like."
"No, it's fine. I don't really care which bed I get, I can sleep everywhere."
Kurt smiled, "Well, I have a little more problem with falling asleep somewhere else that isn't my house. Especially the first night."
"You can always wake me up if you can't sleep. Then we can both be awake together."
Noah had no idea where that came from, and basically, it didn't make any kind of sense.
Kurt blinked, "Um, thanks, I guess. Although I don't know what would be so good about us both being awake. At least one of us should get some sleep."
Noah shrugged and opened his bag, trying to put his attention into unpacking instead of starting an awkward conversation again.
"I'm gonna hit the showers," Kurt announced, taking his pajamas with him, "You don't mind going second, do you?"
"Not at all," Noah answered with a tight smile. He was just glad he didn't have to talk anymore.
Instead, he pulled out his cellphone and send a two word text to Kris.
"Help me."
Adam was still standing, bend over, with his back towards the door when Kris cleared his throat.
"Oh, hi!" Adam said when he whipped around and came face to face with an amused looking Kris Allen.
"Hey," Kris replied, "It seems like I'm your roommate."
"Yeah, seems like it," Adam replied, smiling brightly, "I was a little afraid who would be my roommate. Looks like I didn't have anything to worry about after all."
Adam winked, which; for some unknown reason; made Kris blush.
"Thanks, I guess," Kris replied, feeling a little uncomfortable, "What makes you think that you don't have to worry about me? For all you know I could be a serial killer and murder you in your sleep."
Adam laughed. Kris couldn't help but smile with him. His laugh was just that infectuous.
"You, Kristopher Allen, are absolutely no murderer. You're way too sweet."
Kris blinked, "How do you know my full name?"
Another person would ask why he thinks he's sweet, but no, not Kris Allen...He had to ask how the guy knew his name.
Adam just smiled and pointed to the name tag that's attached to his bag.
"Oh," Kris said, blushing in shame, "That was obvious I guess."
"Pretty much," Adam replied casually, then smirked a little, "Besides, you wouldn't be able to kill me in my sleep 'cause I'm pretty sure you're a better sleeper than I am. You should be more scared of me."
"Why?" Kris asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"I might molest you when you're asleep.'"
"Uh," Kris looked all kinds of uncomfortable but still came up with a comeback, which would sound maybe kind of lame, but so be it. "What makes you think I wouldn't molest you in your sleep?"
Well, it didn't loose his effect 'cause Adam dropped the shirts he was holding back on his bed and stared at Kris, wide eyed.
"You're gay?"
"You sound surprised," Kris grinned widely, "Would it be such a shock if I told you I was gay?"
Adam's eyes seemed to go darker for a second before he composed himself.
"I don't know...Are you?"
Kris shook his head, "I'm not gay. I'm bi."
Adam blinked, "Oh."
"I also have a girlfriend," Kris quickly rattled on, "So, you don't have to worry. I won't molest you."
"Oh," Adam repeated, "Well, lucky me, I guess."
Then he went back to putting his clothes into the closet, trying to ignore the awkwardness but it wasn't really working.
Of course Kris had other ideas than sitting in awkward silence.
"Adam?"
"Hmm?"
"Are things gonna be weird between us now?"
"No, of course not." Adam answered, still not looking at his roommate, "Why would they?"
"Because I have this feeling they already are."
Kris' voice was not much louder than a whisper, but Adam had heard it.
Oh, he heard it very well.
He dropped the last of his clothes in the closet, rubbed his temples, then turned around to see Kris unpacking now as well.
"Kris," Kris didn't answer so Adam stepped up to him and put his hand on his shoulder, "Kris, turn around."
Kris swallowed but did as he was told. Adam took a step back and held his hand out to Kris.
"Hi, I'm Adam Lambert. Your new roommate."
Kris blinked. At a lack of response from Kris, Adam raised his eyebrows in a suggestive way, while moving his hand in a shaking motion so Kris would get it.
He did, because he smiled and shook Adam's hand.
"Kris Allen. I hope we will get along great, Adam."
Adam smiled and winked at him, "I'm sure we will, Kris. I'm sure we will." He, rather reluctantly, let go of Kris' hand, "Now I will let you further unpack your bag while I'm going to shower, then meet up with Kurt to explore this place a little. You can come with us if you'd like."
"Sure," Kris answered without even thinking it over for one second, then he backtracked just a little bit, "If Noah can come too that is."
"Of course," Adam replied, not feeling offended at all, "It will be fun. Just the four of us."
"Yeah...Fun." Kris smiled forcefully.
Adam didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't react to it. He just went to the bathroom to take his shower.
Kris dropped himself on the free bed that Adam hadn't occupied already and buried his head in his hands.
Of all the people they could've paired him up with to share a room with, they had to pick Adam Lambert.
His phone buzzed, letting him kything is now that he has a message.
He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles when he reads it.
"Help me." from Puck.
He quickly typed back a reply;
"I'll help you, but only if you help me. We're going out with A & K tonight, don't you dare to say no."
A few minutes later he gets a text back and full out laughs at the first part of it.
"Anything is better than watching K strut around, wearing nothing but a robe. I'll tell him about the going out thing, not sure he'll want to go though. Maybe you and A can go alone."
"You're not ditching me." Kris typed back, but wasn't done yet, "Keep a look out for when Kurt drops the robe. I'm sure Puckzilla would find that very entertaining."
Kris could already imagine the shocked, then laughing, then annoyed expression on his friend's face as he waited for his reply; which he got only a minute later.
"Ha-fucking-ha. Just you wait, Kristopher. I bet Adam is not a prude either. Maybe he'll even strut around the room without the robe and just a towel."
'Like he would ever' Kris thought to himself and was ready to reply the same thing when the door of the bathroom and Adam came into the room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
He held back a groan as Adam smirked, freaking smirked, at him.
He quickly typed another message to Puck.
"Fuck me. He just came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist."
He could so imagine Puck's smirk, which was even worse than Adam's most likely. Thoug, Kris had to admit, Adam's smirk did come close.
He almost didn't dare to read the reply he got. When he did, he knew why...
"Told you so. I'll leave that first part to Adam."
This time Kris couldn't hold back the groan as he threw his cellphone, screen downwards, onto the mattress.
Adam, clothes in hand and ready to get back into the bathroom to change into them, turned around to give him a questioning look.
"Something wrong?"
"No,no, just..." Kris gestured to his phone, "A text from Noah."
"Oh," Adam replied blankly, continuing his way to the bathroom, "I'll be back in a few."
Kris just nodded, watching the door of the bathroom fall closed behind Adam's, naked, back.
This show was gonna be the death of him. He could already feel it.