Adam was beginning to wonder why he had come to the wedding. He didn't belong here. He couldn't even dance with Stavros, since Stav's family was so conservative. He knew it would only make Stavros uncomfortable and he understood that. So Adam danced in the line dances next to his ex, and danced with the girls and the women for the rest of the night, when he wasn't at his seat drinking whiskey.

He was aching. He felt awful about last week. Kurt had been upset with him for going away to see (and possibly sleep with) his ex boyfriend, and then there was the drama with Tommy in the first floor student lounge. Kurt was also upset that Adam had spilled the story to his boss about Kurt being groped by Tommy earlier in the week. Kurt had brushed Adam off quickly after that, saying he had to talk to his dad on the other line, and that he'd see Adam at Apples' rehearsal next week. Adam was just trying to help, but it had backfired.

Why would Kurt ever trust him now? He had seemed so eager to get rid of him and end the phone call.

And meanwhile, Kurt was at a club, no doubt getting hit on left and right by guys a lot hotter than Adam was, with the knowledge that Adam was probably sleeping with someone else tonight. And Adam had every right to do that. They both did. But that didn't make him feel any better.

Running a hand through his hair, Adam sighed and took another drink from his glass.

He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. He had fallen so hard for him. Kurt was kind and thoughtful one minute, and sarcastic and lashing out at someone the next, especially if they had hurt him or someone he cared about. Adam adored him, in all of his complicated glory.

Good job, Crawford. You've really cocked this up, haven't you.

"So Kurt," said Sebastian. "You have to tell me about that hot guy on your Facebook page. Adam, was it? The one in that picture with no shirt on and that delicious body. Because I would love to know..."

Sebastian trailed off, looking up behind Kurt. Kurt felt a warm hand on his shoulder and heard a voice behind him.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Kurt turned around. It was Chase Madison, Kurt's former coworker, one of the designers on Isabelle's staff at Vogue.

"Chase!"

"Hey stranger!" said Chase with a big smile.

"Oh my God, how are you?" Kurt grabbed him in a fierce hug. Chase was warm and his spicy cologne smelled fantastic.

"Great! How are you Kurt? How's school? Who's your friend?"

Kurt turned to Sebastian who was openly leering at Chase and he laughed at him. "School is great. Chase this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Chase. I used to work with Chase at Vogue," explained Kurt, and then he turned to Chase. "And I know Sebastian from back home in Ohio."

"Come on boys," purred Sebastian, although Chase was easily ten years older than him. Sebastian probably liked that. "Enough talk. The dance floor is calling."

dark in the city, night is a wire
steam in the subway, earth is afire

Duran Duran was playing when the three of them started to dance together, and Sebastian was fluttering his eyelashes at Chase and turning that brilliant smile on him.

mouth is alive with juices like wine
and I'm hungry like the wolf

A slow song came on, and Sebastian was practically drooling, but Kurt wanted to catch up with his friend. "Chase, you're dancing with me. Sebastian, go find someone else to rub your hot body on."

Sebastian laughed and walked away, and Kurt held his hand out for Chase, who took it with a big smile and let Kurt lead him onto the dance floor. They held each other and began to sway to an old Smiths song.

you shut your mouth
how can you say I go about things the wrong way

"So Chase, are you here to pick up teenage boys?"

Chase laughed. "I can think of one or two teenage boys I wouldn't mind picking up," he answered, looking Kurt over.

"Well you look great, as usual," said Kurt, stepping back from their embrace to check out Chase's outfit. "Is that McQueen you're wearing?"

"The slacks are," said Chase. "The shirt is my own design."

"Very nice!" said Kurt. "Good work. It has great lines."

Chase smiled proudly. "Thank you."

I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

Kurt and Chase had become friends when Kurt started his internship in the fall. They shared a similar sense of humor that came out one day after a staff meeting with Isabelle. Chase had asked Kurt what he thought of his design idea. "Belts as punishment, belts as reward," he said. "Can't you see it? You know, kind of a 1944 faux Fascist Italy vibe?"

Kurt had tried to be professional and remember his place as the new kid, but he couldn't keep his laughter in.

"You're laughing at me." Chase frowned, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"I'm pleased that my opinion matters to you," answered Kurt with a smirk. "I told Isabel that unexpected leather belongs in the back pages of the Village Voice."

"Ha! Good point, young one."

Kurt was expecting to be scolded by an arrogant diva, but instead he had found a friend.

And then one Monday morning, Kurt was in his little office after Blaine had smashed his heart into a thousand little bits that weekend in the middle of Bryant Park. Blaine had confessed to screwing another guy, and Kurt was reeling. It was taking a lot of effort to get through the day, and Kurt's grief was still fresh on his face. The huge bouquet of red and yellow roses that arrived from Blaine didn't help at all. Kurt was reading the little card when Chase appeared at his door.

"Somebody is seriously crushing on you, or seriously trying to make up for something," said Chase.

The tone of his voice was light, but his brown eyes held Kurt's with an intense and vulnerable gaze. Kurt realized that Chase was fishing for information about whether Kurt was single or not...or might be soon. He had wondered if Chase was checking him out a few times before, but this time Chase's intentions were plain on his face.

And if Kurt was honest, Chase was one the "temptations" he had mentioned to Blaine in the park.

You don't think that I've been lonely? You don't think that I've had temptations? But I didn't act on it because I knew what it meant. It meant something horrible and awful.

Kurt dropped Blaine's note and watched it flutter into the trash can. He was in no shape to flirt with his friend or even to go binge shopping with him, as Chase had suggested. Kurt turned him down, and Chase walked back to his desk.

Isabelle appeared in the doorway and followed Chase with her eyes. She turned her attention back to Kurt's sad, wounded face.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't," said Kurt, shaking his head.

Isabelle shut the door behind her and picked up the phone on Kurt's desk. "Chase? Are you free? Good. I need to meet with Kurt. Please don't disturb us unless it's urgent. Would you ask Laura to cover the phones please? Thank you."

"Now. Do you want to talk? Anything you say will stay in this room."

"We have work to do," Kurt sighed. "We have a million things to do today. We're publishing a new feature on the website in three days and I have a huge list of phone calls to make for you. You don't want to hear about my silly teenage problems."

"We have time to talk, Kurt. You're not just my employee. You're my friend."

Kurt looked up at her, pain and gratitude in his exhausted eyes. "Okay." He took off his head phones.

"My boyfriend cheated on me, and these are his apology flowers."

"Oh no, honey. I'm so sorry."

"He said it was my fault he cheated because I was too busy with my new life. I needed you, he said. I needed you and you weren't there."

"Wow. How old is this kid? 'Cause he sounds about five."

"He's 18. I'm only 19, remember."

"Well if you don't mind my saying so, you're way ahead of him when it comes to maturity."

She handed Kurt a tissue, but he had cried so much over the weekend that he had no tears left.

"What do you need Kurt? Do you need to go home? A shopping spree? A phone number for a hit man? Just kidding about the hit man."

"Chase asked me the same thing. About shopping."

"Did he now?" Isabelle raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"I really want to be here. I need to get back to work. I love my job. "

"All right. And we love you Kurt. But will you at least let me take you out for lunch first?"

"I'd like that," said Kurt quietly.

"Do you want Chase to come too?"

"Isabelle!"

"What?" she said innocently. "I'm going to tell you little secret. I'm not naming any names, but more than one of my employees has asked me if you're single."

"You really don't have to say that to make me feel better."

"I'm not making it up. There have been several. Look, our Halloween party is in a few weeks. Maybe by then you'll be feeling a little better. And people tend to let loose that night. Appropriate business attire is not required."

"In other words," Isabelle said in a loud whisper, "it's okay if your costume in a little slutty."

Kurt laughed a little. "But isn't that breaking the rules if I date my coworkers?"

Isabel shook her head. "The party is after hours. As long as you continue to behave professionally during regular business hours it's none of my concern."

"I'll think about it. I don't know if I'll be up for it. When is that, in about three weeks? I do love Halloween though." Kurt's mind began to spin with costume ideas. "A Halloween party full of fashion designers? The costumes must be amazing!"

"You have no idea! I'll show you some pictures from last year some time. Now what do you want for lunch? Italian? Afghani? Vietnamese? Sushi? Kosher deli?"

"Anywhere with cheesecake."

"I know just the place. Come on, let's go."

"And Isabelle...let's bring Chase."

"You got it."

Kurt picked up Blaine's roses and gave them to Laura at the front desk on his way out.

By the time Halloween arrived, Kurt was still hurting, but the ache had begun to dull and he was ready to blow off some steam. Isabelle reassured him that skimpy costumes were okay, showing him pictures from previous years that blew his mind. He decided to go for it. Kurt came to the Halloween party dressed as an angel, wearing a white muscle shirt and a tiny pair of tight white shorts. He wore eyeliner, body glitter, and a huge pair of angel wings he had found in a costume shop and embellished with art supplies to make them his own creation.

Chase showed up in a devil costume.

It was too easy.

Kurt, you're killing me in that costume.

Am I? Hmm. I wonder how I could make you feel better.

Chase had asked Kurt if he wanted to share a cab home, both of them knowing that Chase meant his home.

The morning after was hard. Waking up in Chase's bed, Kurt felt wanted and satisfied. His bruised ego was vindicated. But his heart still had a painful Blaine sized hole in it.

He and Chase had chemistry and a nice friendship though, so Kurt kept seeing Chase as he healed from the breakup. He was fond of Chase, but he didn't love him. Chase often acted like Kurt was just a pretty little thing, instead of an equal. But they enjoyed the city together, critiquing other people's outfits everywhere they went. Kurt could be his sarcastic self with Chase, who had a sharp wit of his own.

Chase was generous in and out of bed, and insisted on spoiling Kurt, taking him to restaurants, buying tickets for Wicked and Once on Broadway, even taking him to a ballet. Kurt tried to protest, but Chase was firm.

"Having someone to spoil is a joy. One day you'll know what I mean. You're going to do great things, Kurt Hummel."

"This isn't fair to you Chase. I mean seriously, isn't this bothering you? You know I'm getting over a break up. You spoil me way too much."

"I like spoiling you. And as for us...it's like the Tom Petty song." Chase began to sing. "It's alright if you love me. It's alright if you don't."

Kurt smiled.

"I'm not afraid of you running away, honey..."

"Okay! Okay! I get it." Kurt laughed and Chase continued to serenade him.

On Thanksgiving, when Kurt called Blaine from the fire escape to try to repair their friendship, Chase was with his family and hadn't shown up at the party in Bushwick yet. He arrived later that night, and when he saw the emotion on Kurt's face, Chase reached for him and held him without questions or judgement.

On Christmas Eve, despite their date to the ballet, Kurt was feeling down. He missed his mom like he always did this time of year, he missed his dad back home, and as much as he hated himself for it, he even missed Blaine. But when they went to bed that night, Chase was under Kurt, strong and solid, his head thrown back on Kurt's pillow, wearing only a beautiful blissed out smile that chased the worst of Kurt's sadness away.

Christmas morning found them at breakfast with Chase's family in Brooklyn. Chase's dad was gentle and quiet, a deep thinker. He was a professor of African-American studies, with family roots several generations deep in Harlem. Chase's mother, a professor of theater and dance who was born in Puerto Rico, was more outgoing and friendly, her husband's opposite. Both parents accepted Chase unconditionally, and were welcoming to Kurt and their other guests, some fascinating and some ordinary. It was a morning Kurt would remember for a long time because of the enthralling conversations about modern theater, New York writers, and Burt's work in politics, among other things.

Kurt and Chase left in the afternoon for a party with friends of Chase's. Kurt checked his phone, which he had turned off in the Madisons' apartment after a steady stream of texts from Blaine that morning. He was shocked to learn that his dad was in New York to surprise him, so Chase went off to his party, and Kurt headed to the loft to join Burt. When he got there, Burt greeted him with a big hug and a Christmas tree. Sadly, Burt also brought the shocking news that he had prostate cancer, but he shared his hopes for a full recovery.

"I brought you a present," said Burt. "If you don't like it you can send it back. It's out in the hallway."

It was Blaine.

Kurt froze. His heart started pounding. He felt excited and sad and angry and achingly in love all at the same time. He scolded his foolish heart for still responding to Blaine as strongly as ever.

Kurt and Blaine whipped up some dinner for the three of them and they spent a quiet evening in front of the TV. Burt and Blaine told him about their Christmas lunch in a diner, and Kurt apologized for not checking his phone sooner. Kurt felt he had no choice but to invite both of them to stay the night. After a quick text to Rachel for her permission, he changed her bed sheets for his dad, and set Blaine up with spare blankets on the sofa.

When Kurt walked into his room to find a pillow for Blaine, he saw his ex sitting on his bed. Blaine looked up at Kurt with sad and disbelieving eyes. Blaine was holding an open box of condoms that Kurt had left on his dresser. It was a type they both knew irritated Blaine's skin.

Kurt was furious. What right did Blaine have to touch his things, or sit on his bed, or make Kurt feel bad about moving on?

"Did you need something Blaine?" he asked coldly.

"I...I just wanted to grab a pillow," said Blaine, his voice cracking.

Kurt handed him a pillow from his bed, and walked out of the room without a word to check on his dad.

Christmas had left Kurt with a lot to think about. The emotional turmoil he felt about his dad's health crisis, and the feelings for Blaine that came rushing back when he saw him, had made it clear to Kurt that he really didn't belong with Chase. Chase was warm and fascinating and a great friend, but they didn't have the kind of emotional connection Kurt needed to form something lasting. Kurt would be starting his first semester at NYADA soon and he needed a fresh start. When Kurt told Chase a few days after Christmas that he needed to end things between them, Chase had been lovely about it, suggesting they keep their New Year's Eve plans as their last date. It was a bittersweet goodbye.

Kurt missed Chase sometimes, but he didn't love him.

"It's so good to hold you again," said Chase quietly, interrupting Kurt's memories and bringing him back to the present moment in Chase's arms on the dance floor. His warm breath in Kurt's ear made him shiver. Another memory shot through Kurt like an electric current: his fingers tugging on Chase's dark hair as it brushed softly against Kurt's shaking thighs.

Kurt was breathing hard. His senses were on overload. Chase was warm and solid in his arms, and his cologne smelled fantastic. It would be so easy to go home with Chase. Adam was doing whatever and whoever he wanted tonight, so why shouldn't he?

His body was responding to Chase, but his heart knew better. This was not what Kurt wanted. He wanted to be holding someone else. Someone with sleepy blue eyes and big warm hands and messy blond hair. Someone wise and silly and kind, with an adorable British accent. Someone with no fashion sense whatsoever. Someone he felt an emotional connection with that had always been lacking with Chase, no matter how grateful Kurt was to Chase for making him laugh and treating him like gold when Blaine had broken his heart.

Kurt wanted Adam.

He wanted to give this possible and fragile and potentially beautiful new thing with Adam a chance.

You're going to screw this up, the hateful part of Kurt's mind whispered to him. You're a mess. You used Chase and you'll never get over Blaine. You've already hurt Adam once, and you'll do it again.

No. Was he Kurt Hummel or not? Was he going to passively let life happen to him, or was he going to take life by the balls and make it happen?

Kurt was going to create his own happiness, and he wanted Adam to be a part of it. He could have something wonderful with Adam, and he wanted to try. He knew he wasn't going to find happiness with Blaine or Chase. He and Chase just weren't a good fit. Blaine was like a drug to him, a destructive obsession. But Adam? He was like the sun, warm and soothing.

Kurt's heart sped up, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. It wasn't like he was going to propose to Adam. He could take his time with this sweet new thing. He was going to ask Adam on a date when he got back from Philly. One step a time. He just needed to take it slow. He could do this.

But first, he had to let Chase down easy.

"Chase, we've been though this. You're a catch, and someone is going to be damn lucky to have you, but it can't be me. I'm sorry."

Chase let out a small sigh. "I know. I'm sorry. I see you and I forget all my good intentions. I really want to kiss you."

"Chase, I'm going to have to stop dancing with you if you..."

"I'll behave. I'll be good, Kurt. I promise."

The song ended and they moved apart, looking at each other with soft eyes.

Kurt had already been a little turned on by dancing with Sebastian, and being in Chase's arms had not helped him cool off at all.

"Come on Chase. I need a drink."

They were walking by the huge lion head statue near the bar when Kurt's phone vibrated. It was nine o'clock.

"I need to meet my friend before I turn into a pumpkin. He wants to make sure I'm okay," Kurt explained.

"Is he your date?"

"No, just a friend," said Kurt, sitting down on a bar stool to sip his diet Coke.

"So Chase, don't you just love this fabulous decor?" Kurt lifted his hand and waved his arm in a sweeping gesture.

Chase snorted. "Whoever designed this should go back to school!"

"Oh my God! That's what I thought when I walked in! The whole Greco-Roman theme? The gold paint chipping off the columns? That giant roaring lion head on the wall? No. Just no." Kurt wrinkled his nose.

"Says the boy wearing a glow necklace."

"You're no fun, old man."

"Hey! Watch it kid," said Chase with playful eyes.

"I saw a guy walk by wearing a gladiator helmet and not much else," said Kurt.

Chase laughed. "I think I know him."

"Hey Kurt!" It was Winston, there for their check in. "Having fun?"

Kurt nodded and smiled. "Chase, this is Winston. Winston, Chase. "

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

"What are you drinking, Winston?" asked Chase.

"I'd love a beer. Thank you! Something German."

Winston sat down with them. Chase waved the bartender over and ordered the beer, and then reached for his own drink.

Later that night, Sebastian was flirting with Tyler, the sixteen year old blond boy in the Iron Man shirt who had laughed at Kurt.

"So," said Tyler. "That guy you were dancing with earlier...when there was a crowd gathering around you..."

"Kurt?"

"He's over there," Tyler said, pointing. "Pale skin, blue shirt, hair kind of like yours."

"That's Kurt."

"You know him?"

"Sure do."

"He asked me to dance," Tyler sneered.

Oh hell no, thought Sebastian.

"I guess you could say we have...history."
Yeah, I have a history of being a total prick to him.

"No way."

"He's very flexible," said Sebastian with a dirty smile.
Which I know from months of stalking Hummel on the internet, and watching all those Nude Erections videos.

"Seriously?"

"And I've heard him hit some seriously high notes, if you know what I mean."
When I was creeping on the video of that dumb song about candles. Who looks that happy singing a break up song?

"Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't have turned him down."

"Biggest mistake you ever made pal," said Sebastian with a grin. "Now enough chit chat, nerd boy. Do you want to get out of here or not?"

"Maybe later," said Tyler, who left and started walking over to Kurt.

Kurt and his friends had danced and danced and danced some more. Kurt had even worked up the courage to ask another stranger to dance, and when the guy said yes, it felt like a triumph. He was standing next to the dance floor and starting to feel tired when the blond guy who had laughed at him earlier approached him. Sebastian was right behind him.

"I've been watching you all night," said the blond guy. "You're an amazing dancer. Do you still want to dance?"

"I don't think so," says Kurt icily. He threw his arm around Winston and winked at him. "You ready to get out of here, honey?"

Winston grinned and nodded, playing along. "We need to find Erin," he whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt said his goodbyes to Chase and Sebastian. "Goodnight boys. Chase, we should have coffee some time."

"I'll text you. Goodnight Kurt," said Chase with sadness in his eyes, but also relief, because they were going to be friends again. They shared a hug and a quick little kiss, and Kurt turned to Sebastian.

"Goodbye Sebastian. You take care of that Warbler," Kurt said with a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian cracked up laughing and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "I don't know. He may have to start taking care of himself if he doesn't get his shit together."

The guys got out their phones and took a few pictures of each other. Kurt even asked the blond guy to take one of Kurt, Winston, Sebastian and Chase in a group hug. "I love my life," Kurt quipped as they posed, and everyone laughed.

"Last dance, folks!" shouted the DJ. "Grab someone and boogie down! Here's an oldie but a goodie!"

"He did not just say boogie down," sneered Sebastian.

Kurt joined his friends on the dance floor for one last dance.

we've been broken down to the lowest turn
and been on the bottom line
sure ain't no fun

Erin walked up and joined them, holding hands with a pretty girl with long brown hair.

Sebastian left the club with Tyler.

things may be a little hard now
but we'll find a brighter day
hold on, hold on, won't be long

And Kurt was happy.

the only way is up baby, for you and me now

He danced with his friends, spinning and twirling. I'm going to be fine, he thought. In fact, I'm going to be great.

Back in Philadelphia, Adam wasn't sharing Kurt's optimism. In fact, he was in hell. Every love song at the wedding seemed designed to personally torture him about his feelings for Kurt. After hours of hearing about finding a dream to call your own, and magic moments that last until the end of time, and being in so deep you can't sleep, Adam was about to snap.

It was nearing the end of the night, and the maid of honor asked Adam to dance. He didn't really want to, but he wanted to be polite, so he shut down his feelings and accepted with as warm a smile as he could manage. He held her gently and they began to move around the dance floor. It was a country song, and the man singing it had a strong accent from the American South. The yearning tone of the music hit Adam like a punch in the gut.

dancing in the dark
middle of the night
taking your heart
and holding it tight

Shit, this song is even more romantic than the rest, thought Adam.

it's a beautiful thing
don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
what it is that won't let me go

You're an actor, he told himself. You can do this.

it's your love
it just does something to me
sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough

He didn't even make it through the first chorus of the song. Mumbling an apology about not feeling well to his dance partner, Adam practically sprinted to the men's room. Overcome with emotion, he locked himself inside the first stall, breathing hard. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry.

Damn it!

He was crying.

STOP IT! Adam told himself. He forced himself stop crying. I have to stop letting Kurt get to me like this! What is wrong with me?

It took a little time to calm down enough to go back to the reception. He washed his face and looked in the mirror, schooling his expression into something calm enough to show in public, and he headed back out to the dance floor.

He looked for his dance partner, but she was dancing with someone else. He waved and smiled sheepishly at her and she smiled back, with a kind and concerned look on her face. He gave her a thumbs up and mouthed sorry to her.

And then he walked over to the bar, ordered a glass of whiskey, downed it, and ordered another one that he brought to an empty table far away from the dance floor, and sat down.

Stavros found him there.

"Adam, are you okay? I saw you running out of here and you didn't come back for a while. I was about to come after you."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you drunk?"

"Just a little tipsy," slurred Adam, raising his glass. "You should try it. It's fun."

Stavros noticed Adam's sharp tone, which wasn't like him. "Let me guess. Boy trouble?" he asked Adam.

"How'd you know?"

"I know what your smitten face looks like."

Adam let out a long sigh. "He's a freshman. He's gorgeous and he's talented and I cocked it all up."

Stav nodded, his face sympathetic.

"And every woman in this room is hitting on me. Well, every woman under forty except your sister. Even the underage girls are hitting on me." Adam shuddered.

"Poor thing."

"His eyes are amazing."

Stavros made a soothing humming sound.

"I want to sing songs about his eyes," Adam said mournfully into his glass. "Whatever bloody color they are. I mean are they green? Are they blue? I can't even tell you but they're absolutely gorgeous."

"Wow, you've got it bad."

"Can we go yet?" asked Adam.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Ali and George have already left for the airport."

"At least someone's happy," Adam said morosely. "I mean look at you, Stavros. You're delicious and I don't care."

Stavros laughed.

"I mean come on!" Adam looked him over. "You with your gorgeous brown eyes and your long legs and your beautiful smile. But do I care? Not one bit."

"Wow, " said Stavros with a little sarcasm. "You must have it bad if you can't appreciate me," he joked.

Adam let out a sad moan. "I have to get out of here, or I'm going to start singing those sad Irish songs mum used to sing after the cops came for my dad."

"Ouch." Stavros flinched. "Okay, that's it. Up you go." Stavros put an arm around Adam and urged him up and out of the chair.

"I'm sorry Stav," said Adam sadly, leaning heavily on him.

"It's okay," Stavros said gently. "We've all been there."

He had already said goodbye to his sister and her groom, so Stavros escorted Adam out of the building and into his car as discreetly as he could, and texted his mother his apologies.

After a short drive they were safely in Stav's apartment. Stavros had helped Adam out of his suit, and Adam was resting on Stav's bed in his boxers while Stavros changed out of his own suit.

Dressed comfortably in pajama pants and a t shirt, Stavros was flipping channels on the TV at the foot of the bed. "Look Adam! Horny Potter is on!" He turned around.

Adam was asleep.

Stavros put a blanket over him and smoothed Adam's hair back from his forehead. All of the sadness on Adam's face was gone and he let out a peaceful snore. "Sleep well, dear boy," Stavros said quietly. He dropped a kiss to Adam's forehead.

Something on the TV caught his eye.

"My goodness Draco, that's some wand you've got there," he murmured.

He turned off the TV and went to the living room to sleep on the couch.

NOTE: I have no idea if there is a porn movie called Horny Potter or not, and I'm not googling it!

SONGS:

Hungry Like the Wolf (Duran Duran)

Breakdown (Tom Petty)

How Soon is Now (The Smiths)

Candles (Glee Cast Version)*

The Only Way is Up (Yaz, also known as Yazoo)

At Last (Etta James)*

This Magic Moment (The Drifters)*

Too Lost in You (The Sugababes)*

It's Your Love (Tim McGraw & Faith Hill)

Your Song (Elton John)*

* These songs are implied.