So im back (duh) and this is the last chapter of jealousy!!! *tear falls from eye* I have had so much fun writing this story!! Im glad everyone enjoyed it! Next I am moving to the less popular, but very adorable Adison pairing! Please read that one too! Its not kradam (I know I know, kradam is my favorite too) but it will still be good (I hope)! Well please review this, I need to make sure it ended well! I am a sucker for happy endings, so yes this will happy ending! Enjoy and review!! Luv you all sooo much, don't leave me after this story lol! I will be sticking around all Adam or Kris relates stories though!

(2 ½ months later)

Kris laid his head down on his desk. He groaned into the wood. Suddenly he felt strong hands rubbing into his tense shoulders.

"What's wrong baby?" A seductive voice asked above Kris. Kris snapped his head up and felt himself go nearly faint as he found himself lost in a pair of blue glass eyes.

"I'm making the guest list for my album release party," Kris stated, pulling himself out of Adam's eyes, "And I suck at it," Adam chuckled and pulled Kris out of the chair and sat down himself.

"Oh gosh, Kris!" Adam scolded looking at the paper; "You have me, your producer, the Idols, David Cook and Simon, Kara, Paula and Randy" Kris blushed lightly,

"Well I'm not good at making lists and stuff! You know that!" Kris defended. Adam laughed, and then pulled Kris onto his lap.

"How about I help?" Adam whispered in Kris ear. Kris shuddered and leaned into Adam.

"That won't help! We will just end up on the bed!" Kris murmured. Adam laughed, and placed on hand on Kris' waist on grabbed his pencil with the other one. As Adam grabbed the pencil, it hit a stack of papers on Kris' desk, causing a magazine to fall to the floor. Adam picked it up and sighed. The cover read 'Kradam – Just Friends, or Something more?'

"Are you ever going to come out to the public?" Adam asked, looking straight into Kris' eyes.

"I will, I'm just…not ready yet," Kris lowered his eyes.

"Baby, I can't wait around forever. I'm not used to secretly dating someone; especially someone's who is in the closet,"

"Just give me some time okay?" Kris asked, still not looking into Adam's eyes.

"Okay baby," Adam sighed looking back at the guest list, "This is alright but you need lots more! Your parents, your family?"

"Oh yeah!" Kris exclaimed, slapping his forehead, "I always forget important people!" Adam chuckled at Kris and turned back to the paper.

"How about Katy?" Adam asked softly. Kris tensed up.

"It's okay, she doesn't need to come," Kris mumbled, staring at the wall. Kris and Katy had recently signed the final divorce papers, but were still in touch. Kris didn't know if Adam knew that or not.

"Baby," Adam murmured, "You have to invite her. You wouldn't be here without her." Kris turned around and raised his eyebrows towards Adam, gesturing to his position.

"No, I don't think that's true," Kris laughed. Adam rolled his eyes,

"You know what I mean. You have to invite her." Adam replied seriously. Kris sighed and took the pencil from Adam and scratched down Katy's name.

"You have terrible handwriting," Adam commented, looking at Kris' chicken scratch.

"Yours isn't much better babe," Kris responded, letting the pencil fall back onto the desk, "Is that it?" Adam chortled and gave Kris and exasperated look,

"No baby, it's not! How about any celebrities or friends? I know you have friends." Adam said.

"ADAM!" an angry voice screeched from downstairs.

"What, Allie?" Adam called, still staring at the paper. Kris and Adam heard the sound of stomping feet coming up the staircase.

"Adam, where is my Queen shirt?" Allison growled, glaring at Adam.

"Oh, that," Adam mumbled looking at the ceiling, "It may or may not be in my hamper or my closet. I don't remember if I washed it."

"ADAM!" Allison shrieked, "You know that is my favorite shirt!" Allison ran over to Adam's closet and began to dig threw the pile of clothes thrown on the floor of it.

"Allison…" Adam warned, "I wouldn't look through-" Adam was cut off by a shriek from Allison.

"EW!" Allison cried as she pulled a red tasseled whip out of Adam's closet. Kris and Adam looked at each other and burst into hysterics.

"I told you," Adam said between hysterics, "Not to look in there!" Allison threw the whip back into the closet, only to let out another screech.

"REALLY?" Allison cried, pulling a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs out from under the pile of clothes. Kris and Adam began to laugh even harder.

"Stop looking Allie!" Kris laughed.

"But I want my shirt!" Allie complained, pushing her bottom lip out and placing an arm on her hip.

"Fine," Adam sighed, giving Kris' waist a squeeze to tell him to get up. Adam walked over to the closet and pulled the shirt off the top of the pile.

"Really, Allie?" Adam asked, handing her the shirt. Allie blushed and rolled her eyes.

"This is why you don't share an apartment with your best friends, who are also boyfriends." She grumbled, "Especially not one who steals clothes," Allie shot a look at Adam, causing him to giggle. Allie rolled her eyes at him again and stormed out of the room.

"If she wasn't so cute, I'd kick her out," Adam stated, lying down on the bed.

"You could never kick Allie out," Kris responded, "It's like hitting a puppy with a baseball bat." Adam chuckled.

"Baby, it's hitting a puppy with a newspaper," Adam corrected.

"Well Allie is so cute; it's like hitting one with a baseball bat." Kris replied, getting up and walking over to Adam. Kris flopped onto the bed next to Adam.

"Told you we'd end up on the bed," Kris murmured into Adam ear.

"Baby," Adam whispered, rolling over so he was hovering above Kris.

"NOT WHILE I'M AWAKE!" Allie called from the next room. Adam rolled off of Kris, clutching his stomach in fits of laughter.

"Maybe we should kick Allie out," Kris chuckled, looking longingly at Adam.

"I pay 1/3 of the rent!" Allie yelled from next door. Kris chuckled and leaned against Adam's shoulder.

"Back the guest list?" Kris sighed.

"Yep!" Adam announced, getting up.

"Why are you so happy about this?" Kris asked, walking over to the desk.

"Because im excited for you!" Adam announced.

"No," Kris responded looking at Adam, "You're just happy because you already finished yours and had your album release party. And you're album went to number one and you already have two hits."

"Well can't I be happy about that?" Adam asked, a huge smile spreading across his face.

"Of course you can," Kris assured Adam quickly, "I'm so proud of you," Adam's smile got even bigger,

"Aww thank baby, I know you are! Now back to writing." Adam continued.

(One week later – at album release party)

Kris leaned against the table and chugged the glass of orange soda in his hand. Adam had told him no more than 2 glasses of alcohol, and he had already passed that. Kris nodded and smiled at the group of people who stood around him, yapping away about his financial plans and marketing ideas. Kris had never met the majority of the group and was too drunk to remember the two he had met.

"Well," Kris slurred wobbling as he tried to stand up, "This is great, but I need to go talk to…my uh…producer. Yeah that's it," Kris got up and stumbled away. Kris had no idea where he was going, but found himself being supported by someone.

"Baby," Someone whispered roughly in his ear, "How many drinks did you have?"

"Adam?" Kris asked, he could find the source of the voice. Adam swung Kris around so he was facing him. "You have pretty eyes," Kris said in a daze, pointing to Adam's nose. Adam sighed and put a hand over his face.

"What happened to the two drink limit?" Adam asked exasperated.

"Well," Kris began, nearly falling over, "I had one, then my uncle started talking to me. I don't like him very much, so I had another to try drown him out. Then your brother started talking to me," Adam sighed and shook his head, "So I had two more. Then I lost count," Adam sighed.
"Kris, go drink some water and try to get a little sober. You have to give a speech next!" Adam said annoyed.

"Are you mad at me, babe?" Kris asked, as Adam pushed him toward the drink table.

"No," Adam replied stiffly.

"One beer!" Kris announced to the bartender.

"No!" Adam interrupted quickly, "Just some water please," The bartender nodded sympathetically and went to get a bottle. When she brought it back Adam quickly handed it to Kris.

"Drink it, now," Adam commanded.

"I like it when you're bossy," Kris slurred, causing Adam to flush red and the bartender to give him a confused look.

"He's drunk," Adam quickly covered up, glaring at Kris. Adam pointed to the water and Kris held it up to his mouth and opened the cap. The water spilled all over his shirt.

"Uh oh," Kris muttered.

"Yes uh oh!" Adam growled, "No what Kris just go up there and talk! I can't always take care of you!"

"Okay," Kris replied happily, swinging his arm out and hitting a man in a black suit, "I looooove you," Kris added. Adam just rolled his eyes and pushed Kris on stage.

"Hi everyone!" Kris exclaimed happily into the microphone. A hush fell over the crowd and everyone turned to look at Kris.

"Am I supposed to sing?" Kris asked, looking at Adam. Adam slowly shook his head and buried his face in his hands, "Then why do I have a microphone?" Kris asked, examining the microphone as if it were a foreign object.

"Oh," Kris exclaimed, "I know what I am supposed to do!" Everyone in the audience looked around, wondering if some sort of joke was going on.

"So I think all you guys know Adam Lambert, right?" Kris asked, smiling happily when a chorus of confused yes' surfaced, "Okay, well I don't think most of you know this, but Adam are I dating!" A gasp erupted through the crows, cameras were turned on and microphones were pointed towards the stage. Surprise filled Adam's face, then he let out a low groan.

"Yeah, that's what he sounds like in the bedroom," Kris announced happily, "Anyway, I have a question for him. And I want you guys to hear it!" Kris motioned for Adam to join him on stage. Adam stiffened, and shook his head vigorously.

"Come on Adam!" Kris pleaded, nearly knocking over the microphone stand. Adam glared at Kris, but stiffly walked up the stage steps.

"What?" Adam hissed at Kris.

"Luckily I'm drunk, so I'm not nervous!" Kris said happily. Kris took a deep breathe and got down on one knee. Everyone in the silent room gasped. Adam placed his hand over his mouth.

"Kris," he hissed, "Stop now!"

"No!" Kris retorted stubbornly and continued, "Adam I'm way to drunk to remember your middle name Lambert, will you marry me?" Adam stood stock still.

"Kris, get up!" Adam hissed, "You are drunk!"

"Yes I am," Kris responded, "But that's not why I'm doing this." Kris pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket, "See! If I was only doing this because I was drunk, would I have a ring already? No!" Tears welled up in Adam's eyes.

"Baby," He whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Kris answered firmly, "So…?" Kris' unfocused brown eyes stared pleadingly into Adam's.

"Yes," Adam whispered, a tear falling down his cheek.

"What?" Kris answered, standing up.

"Yes!" Adam exclaimed, taking the ring and placing it on his ring finger, "Oh my god, I'm getting married!" A smile broke across Kris' and Adam's face. Cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Kiss! Kiss!" Allison yelled, quickly joined by the crown, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The crowd chanted. Adam stepped forward and cupped Kris' face and tenderly pressed his lips against Kris'. Kris kissed Adam back, placing his hands on his hips. When they finally broke apart, Adam brought Kris into his arms, wrapping him up.

"I love you," Adam whispered into Kris' ear.

"You have no idea," Kris whispered back and pressed his face into Adam's shoulder, letting tears fall into Adam's shoulder. Kris knew this was where he belonged.