A/N: I swear, I'll keep this one short! Thanks to everyone who reviewed; you guys really make my day!

This fic is inspired by Bookworm24601's idea. It's officially dedicated to her!

Sorry, but I have no idea when this timeline puts the books. Just go with it; Adam Lambert was on AI during COG, and now he's on his Glam Nation tour. I'm so bad with time scale (is that a word?). Just go with my insanity!

Thursday 10/7/10*

My pants are chafing, I've got glitter in my eyes, we've spent the entire night standing, and, by all means, I should be miserable. But I can't find it in my heart to be. The thing is, I'm with my boyfriend at an Adam Lambert concert that we've both been dying to see.

When we first started seeing each other officially, Adam was on American Idol. A good portion of our time at the flat was watching him sing. At the time, I wasn't a huge fan, but Magnus converted me. By the time his album came out, I'm not sure we could say who the bigger fan was.

Even to this day, it surprises me how similar my boyfriend and the singer look. And act. And dress. If it weren't for the fact that I'm with him every available second of the day, I might have thought Magnus was posing as Adam.

Clary laughed; she was surprised at how funny Alec could be. He'd always been either angry and brooding or simply silent around her. Once he opened up, he was pretty cool. 'Now that he says that, I could totally see that happening! The two could be twins!'

Magnus had given me the tickets for my birthday; it's clear now that I'm the bigger Glambert.

'Glambert? Did Alexander Lightwood just make a pop-culture reference?' Thoroughly confused with the absurdity of the situation, Clary found herself Google-ing "glambert." The first result to come up stated that a Glambert was "The official term for a devoted fan of the glamorous sexiness that is Adam Lambert, Season 8 Runner Up for American Idol.**"Smirking to herself at the boy's double life, Clary kept reading.

Needless to say, I fainted when I saw them. I'm not proud of that particular fact, but I was too busy trying to contemplate the idea of seeing Adam fucking Lambert live to worry about such trivial matters as blacking out.

When today finally rolled around (wow… that sounds weird. But guess what! It's ADAM LAMBERT time, so I'm just going to let it go!) I could barely contain myself. I woke up at 3:15- way earlier than even the most ambitious of Shadowhunters- and occupied myself counting the number of ceiling tiles. (There are 10 wide and 13 long. I checked. Twelve times.)

By the time the sun started to rise, I figured I'd been patient enough. I threw on the first clothes I grabbed- an old pair of jeans with a tear in the knee and a black t-shirt- and tip-toed out of the Institute.

I made the trek to the flat in record time. Seven minutes to cover a mile and a half. Not to brag or anything…

By the time I got to the house, Mags was up and making coffee. By the skip in his step and the mere fact he was awake at 5:23 AM, I'd say he was about as giddy as I was.

"Sweetness… you want some coffee? Iiiits mooochaaa!" I would have taken the chocolate coffee even without his "convincing voice."

"Please!" My sparkly boyfriend danced around the kitchen, spinning and twirling and managing not to spill a drop of the frothy excuse for coffee. We sipped at our mochas, had a quick breakfast (Magnus snapped up a croissant for himself and an egg sandwich for me from a café. I was really getting used to the convenience.)

Jesus! Alec drinking a mocha? And being okay with stolen food? Angel! It's like he's a whole different person!

The concert wasn't until seven (AT NIGHT!) , but that didn't stop either of us from bouncing off the walls. We tried- we really tried- to hold still. Mundie TV couldn't hold our interest, videos of the concert on the internet only heightened our anxiety, and even dancing around the flat to If I Had You wasn't working.

"By the Angel! What can we dooo?" I was literally about to go crazy.

"Sweetness, we could… never mind." The fact that my self-assured, confident, who-gives-a-fuck-what-they-think boyfriend stopped midsentence was enough to catch my interest, despite the Adam-induced ADD. He looked at me, seeming to gather his courage, and took a deep breath. "Immagogetreadyyouwannahelpme?"

Usually, my answer would be "No way in Hell!" but, I today I was just having a complete personality switch. I just smiled. "Sure! Why not?" While Magnus showered up, I lay back on the bed and tried not to spaz out.

Clary laughed. Even Alec noted that he wasn't the same.

Humming "Pick U Up" under my breath, I waited for my boyfriend to leave the bathroom. When he did come out, he was wrapped in a silk kimono, hair tied up in a towel. He plopped himself down on the vanity seat and let the aqua towel fall to the floor.

Magnus stripped himself

By the Angel Alec! Again with the details!

Of his rings.

Clary could only breathe a sigh of relief. She'd never be able to look at either Magnus or Alec if she got all the grisly details.

Taking a bottle of gel (that one I could recognize), he ran his lathered fingers through his hair. On any other day, I'd be really sad. I love it when he wears his hair down- it's so much softer and sexier.

Clary could see Alec blushing as he wrote. Even time with Magnus- who was about as crude as they got- couldn't get him comfortable with the word "sexy."

But,

Clary skipped the sentence. It was an Adam Lambert day… New Alec could get a bit redundant.

A handful of a blue goop was the next item on the list. The effect was short of subtle- his entire head was royal blue. My boyfriend stared at his head for a moment, twisting and turning his head and examining his work in the mirror.

After a minute or so, he grabbed a tiny vial of a glittering, gell-like substance. Spreading it over his fingers, he massaged his scalp. He worked tiny circles around his head.

By the Angel! Those fingers! I could only imagine them doing the same thing through my hair. Somehow, the fact that I'd be coated in glitter didn't bother me. I couldn't focus on anything but the ghost sensation of Magnus's hands through my hair.

Without a second thought, I blurted, "Mags? Um… could you do that to me?"

* There actually was a Glam Nation show that night…. It was just in Tokyo.

** Thanks to for the definition!

A/N: Okay, I had to split this up. The glamification will start next chapter, which is already half written. Sorry it took so long for the update… stupid Honors classes giving homework the first week back.

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