Ok firstly this chapter is really short and after so long a wait too! I feel really bad but the truth is I have been revising solidly :( good news is that every Saturday morning is now going to be my update date for both my stories :D
That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about, I have got another story now, it is only three short chapters so far! It is a kadam story- but don't immediately go off it! I love Klaine they are my OTP or whatever it is but Adam fits this story better. Of course it is AU as I couldn't have a broken hearted Blaine! It is all about a famous Kurt falling in love with- well a fan called Adam. It follows Adam as his wildest dreams come true (imagine your celebrity crush falling for you!) but also deals with the awkward and difficult side of major celebrities falling in love, they have to be extra careful as they don't know who they can trust...
Adam is very shy and timid after suffering from a nearly fatal illness and Kurt teaches him and helps him to become himself again. It is quite fast moving and I really think you would like it...
The kadam fandom is much much much smaller than this one and it often gets very few views. It would mean the world to me if you read it (it is only short!) and reviewed it to tell me what you think-even if you don't want to follow it! (Huge thank you to Bluebellswede who has reviewed both stories! :D) Anyway I will let you get on and read
Kurt was pacing up and down his apartment. Rachel was out shopping and he took the opportunity of peace and quiet to think about the coming Saturday. He had regretted that text to Blaine the moment he had sent it. It wasn't like him. It was way too forward. It was the sort of text he would send to his boyfriend. Not his ex-boyfriend. He hoped Blaine hadn't noticed the underlying meaning…of course he has! It was a bit obvious…just a bit! He thought to himself sarcastically. He was such an idiot. He had sent it in one of those evenings that he felt so lonely and scared of his future, those nights where he wished Blaine was here to talk to and to kiss him and hold him and tell him it was all going to be alright. NO! He angrily told himself off. Not Blaine! You don't miss Blaine! You don't want Blaine! You miss being loved and you just want someone, anyone to hold you not Blaine not the boy who you weren't enough for! Never forget that Kurt. You weren't enough for him. He went to someone else. He broke you. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone alerting him that he had a text message. When he saw it was from Blaine he was nervous, excited yet apprehensive all at the same time and it was making him feel sick.
Yeah that would be great what time? X
He sighed with relief. At least he hadn't mentioned anything about what Kurt meant with the wink face in his last text…
It was with shaking hands that Blaine straightened his bow tie. He checked his reflection one more time before making his way down stairs; his parents were out so there was no one there to see the tears running down his face and ask if he was ok. There was no one there to talk to, to give him advice on what was the right thing to do. Of course he could never in a million years talk to this with his parents, his parents who had always wanted a straight son. So there was no one there to offer support, no one there to help. And because there was no one there to stop him Blaine walked out the door and drove to Kurt's house.
Kurt opened the door and a directed a genuine smile at the person on the other side. God. Can I do this? I miss him so much- oh my god! That bow tie. Oh my god! Those tight, tight jeans. Oh my god! His hair! It-its-wha-its CURLY! Oh my god he's sexy. Kurt's teenage girl like thoughts were interrupted by Blaine's 'Hi'.
After Kurt had invited Blaine in and explained that his parents were away till noon the next day, Kurt made themcoffee and they sat down together on the sofa. They talked about insignificant topics; both of them wanting to avoid the talk that they both need to have for as long as possible. Neither was brave enough to bring it up. As the evening wore on, Kurt offered Blaine a beer as they settled down to watch a film. He accepted gladly, hoping the alcohol would make both of them more relaxed and ease the uncomfortable tension in the room. Kurt returned from the kitchen, in his oh so tight t shirt that showed off all of his new NYADA muscles (Blaine's brain felt obliged to add) sat down next to Blaine and handed him a beer as the opening titles began to run on the screen.
Blaine woke up. Blaine woke up in a bed. Blaine woke up in a bed that was most definitely not his bed. Shit.
He cast his mind back to last night and as all the memories came flooding back he started to panic. oh my god oh my god what the hell oh my god! He told himself to calm down. It will all be ok, but first step one-get out of here. He turned around so that he could now see Kurt, the breathtakingly beautiful Kurt...not the time. Luckily Kurt was still asleep so all Blaine had to do was slip out of the bed and tiptoe around the room finding all of his clothes that had been strewn across the room well, they didn't exactly have time for folding last night...again not the time. He thought about leaving a note but he wouldn't know what to say so he just picked up his keys from the floor, made sure he has his phone, walked straight down the stairs and out the door. Only when it shut behind him did he begin to break down.
Sorry it's so short! See you next Saturday!
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