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Kadam Week 2022 - Prompt 1

I have been remiss in answering these Kadam fic prompts from @cristalknife So here goes. Day 1 was “Murder Mystery”. It’s not a direct reply to that theme, just something that the words inspired.

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Adam sat on the sofa in Kurt’s roomy loft apartment, arms folded across his chest and head tilted to one side like a curious pup. There was a little frown line forming a V between his pale blond eyebrows, and his full lips had formed a puzzled moue as he observed the amazing piece of performance art being enacted in front of him.

Next to him on the couch, Kurt’s body language was the picture of impatience. He was leaning forward, halfway off the sofa cushion, giving both legs room to bounce as he jogged the heels of the stylish black leather boots he wore against the floorboards. His forearms rested upon his knees and both the tense set of his shoulders and the completely passive expression on his face would have signaled danger to anyone who knew him well.

Hoping to diffuse the explosion he could sense building up, Adam leaned forward a bit and whispered in his ear, “Is this is meant to be a tragedy or a comedy? At this point, I’m at a loss to tell.”

Startled, Kurt looked at him, taking note of the inquisitive interest on Adam’s face and his dancing eyes. His building ire drained away and he gave a reluctant smile. “My money is on tragedy, but whatever it is, I’m ready to pull the curtain.”

“Are you two even listening to me?”

Kurt looked up at Rachel Berry, standing in the center of the room with both fists planted on the hips of her short plaid skirt and an angry expression on her face. The annoyed look contrasted oddly with the two decorous tears she had just squeezed out, both of which were currently decorating her cheeks with trails of black mascara.

Over time, Rachel had gotten better about not wearing so much eyeliner that she looked like a glamorous raccoon, so the sludgy tracks told Kurt that this makeup was mostly for dramatic effect. After all, she had shown up on his doorstep out of the blue today, all but begging the couple to let her move back into her old space, no doubt planning to eke out as much sympathy as she could manage while she spilled out her tale of woe.

He shook his head. “Not really,” he told her frankly.

“What do you mean, not really! I came to you for help. You’re supposed to be my best friend!”

She practically screeched the words and Kurt winced at the strident tone. His expression hardened when he noted that she had visibly perked up at the reaction, obviously misreading it as him caving to her persuasion, just as he always had before.

“I’m not listening because I’ve heard all this before,” he said, allowing some of his irritation to show. “You need me, until you don’t. You’re my friend, as long as it benefits you. You’re the brightest star in the heavens, until you actually have to do the hard work to stay there. The world is against you, as long as you aren’t getting exactly what you want. You have nowhere to go, until someone else is ready to move heaven and earth to take care of you. And now you have nowhere to go and no one to give you another chance to show how talented you are, but you can’t accept that it’s because you’ve already had chance after chance and you spit on every one of them. Have I missed anything?”

“Maybe the bit where she begged, blackmailed, and straight up stole someone else’s chance to get into NYADA, only to turn her back on that coveted training simply because Madame and the other instructors didn’t give her a cookie and a pat on the head every time she flouted their instructions.” Adam fluttered his lashes innocently at her when Rachel turned her angry gaze on him. It gave him a certain degree of pleasure to poke this particular bear. “No point in denying the facts, is there?”

“Face it, Rachel,” Kurt said. “You’ve burned every bridge in town, including the one between us, and I’m tired of putting my own life aside to rebuild those bridges for you. Especially when I know you’ve probably got a box full of matches in your pocket, just waiting for the next time you decide that what you have isn’t good enough.”

For the first time, she looked uncertain. Her feet shifted closer together and she clasped her hands in front of her, suddenly the picture of a poor discarded little girl. “I’m sorry for what happened before, Kurt. Really, I . . . I never realized I made you feel that way. I promise it won’t be like that anymore. A few months back in Lima have really made me appreciate all I had here. I just need a chance to prove myself. To start fresh.”

Adam shook his head. He had never been very impressed with this girl’s acting skills during the handful of class productions he had seen during their short tenure as fellow students, but she was really putting on a show now. He could almost hear violins playing sad music as she cast her big liquid brown eyes on Kurt. He could sense Kurt beginning to waver under the power of that pleading stare and decided to intervene. “Bollocks.”

Kurt and Rachel both jerked as if the flatly contemptuous word had given them both an electric shock.

“You don’t need a fresh start, darling. You need a time machine. This is no great unfathomable mystery. You’ve murdered your own career and there’s no point in pretending otherwise,” He stood, folding his arms across his chest and staring her down in the way his Apples called ‘disappointed dad’ mode. “You purposefully killed off the good will of everyone who tried to aid you. Madame Tibidioux, Miss July, Brody Weston, Santana Lopez, the producers of ‘Funny Girl’, those blokes in Hollywood who tried to make you into a television star, those young singers you were meant to be managing in your home town, and most especially Kurt. You say you’ve changed, seen the error of your ways, but isn’t that what you always say?”

She fixed the sad soulful look on him. “But I really mean it this time.”

“I highly doubt that.” He turned to Kurt. “Darling, I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn. This is your friendship and I’m not trying to control it. If you want to take her back and give her another chance, I’ll support you, but I will not stand idly by and see her run roughshod over your feelings again.”

Kurt’s eyes were warm with appreciation at this firm declaration. He could see it in Adam’s dark blue eyes. His boyfriend would defend him against all comers, or stand back and let him fight the battles himself if that was his preference, but he loved him too much to let anyone interfere with the progress Kurt had made in moving forward with his own life.

More importantly, Kurt knew that the odds were high that Adam would eventually move out if Rachel were allowed to move back in. He was a kind and patient man, but Adam was no doormat, and Kurt had no intention of going back to being one either.

After his roommates had deserted him, Kurt had gone home for a while, finally having a long overdue heart-to-heart with his father about everything he had been through. At Burt’s insistence, he had started seeing a good therapist here in New York, who had helped him to untangle his confused feelings around the people he had grown up with.

Kurt had evicted Blaine from his life once and for all, concentrating hard on his NYADA training and gained both friends and admirers in the process. Eventually, he had even contacted the Apples, using their connections to rekindle his friendship with Adam. It had not taken long for that friendship to bloom back into love. They had been living together for six months now and Kurt was in a good place in his life. He had moved forward, and now the unspoken question was whether or not he was willing to give all of that up and step back into the shadows again for a person who had never shown much consideration for anyone’s feelings except her own.

“No,” he said. “I don’t want that either.”

“But Kurt.”

He turned to his former friend, cutting off her next argument. “I’m sorry, Rachel, but you and I have gone down the same road too many times and it always leads to a dead end. I’d like you to leave my home, please.”

More tears spilled and this time, even Adam thought they were genuine. “But what am I going to do?” she asked, her voice small as it sank in that Kurt was not going to come to her rescue this time.

“I don’t know,” he said. He stood and reached out to give her nearest hand a squeeze, “but I’ll give you some parting advice, for old times sake. You’ve got more strength than you realize. You just need to find your own space and not be so afraid of starting at the bottom and working your way up that you see everyone else as a shortcut, as just obstacles to step on in your climb to the top.”

Adam gave her a smile. “He’s right, you know. Hard work and hard times are both humbling, but successes and good relationships will both mean a great deal more if you’ve earned them.”

Noting the resentful look that she shot him and her refusal to accept the hand he offered, Adam just circled his arms around Kurt’s waist instead, resting his chin on the nearest shoulder.

Perhaps it was a bit petty, a physical reminder to both of them that he had this wonderful person in his life that Kurt’s supposedly ‘best’ friend had lost through her own actions, but it gave him satisfaction to feel Kurt’s immediate instinct to lean back into his welcoming embrace.

Rachel gulped. Looking at Kurt, she said, “You may not believe this, but I’ll always love you. I hope that one day we can be friends again.”

Kurt made no commitment, but he did give her a friendly nod. “Take care.”

“Good luck, Rachel.” Adam spoke the words kindly.

She opened her mouth to say something else, then closed it again and left the apartment without a word.

Kurt sighed, hugging his arms around the ones holding him. “Thanks for backing me up. I feel guilty, like I just murdered something. I don’t know if I could have found the strength to refuse her if you hadn’t been here.”

“I’ll always be here if you need me,” Adam promised, kissing Kurt’s neck, but content to just hold him for as long as he needed it. “As for Rachel, I know it’s hard but she’ll never learn to fly if someone is always standing just beneath her with a safety net. And it isn’t your job to always be the one holding it. Ours is a difficult profession, but she’s a determined individual and I’ve no doubt we’ll all hear of her one day.”

Kurt smiled, turning his embrace and wrapping both arms around Adam’s neck. “Maybe, but I suspect we won’t be hearing our names in her awards acceptance speech.”

He laughed. “Oh, I think we can count on that darling!” Bobbing forward, he kissed the tip of Kurt’s nose. “Just don’t forget to thank me in yours.”

Kissing him back, Kurt smiled. “Maybe I’ll start writing it now. Care to provide some inspiration for my performance?”

“Absolutely. But let’s just lock the door first. I don’t think we’ll be wanting any more visitors today.”

THE END

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sunsburns · 5 months

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[nsfw 17+]

thinking about eating out hazel for the first time and how she would probably be super loud, scrunching up her nose while gripping onto your hair like her life depends on it.

it would start with a heated make out, messy, clumsy where her teeth crash against your own because she just wants to be closer if that was even possible. when half your clothes had been thrown somewhere in the room, you'd notice her hips grinding against your thigh, and it goes from there.

she'd hold her breath, her eyes following you as you make your way down her body, lips pressing soft kisses against her clothes, her skin. her hands grip the counter as she tenses once you get to her underwear. nothing special, a pair of boxers, but it still makes you groan in want.

"you're so hot," you tell her, slowly dragging down the underwear.

hazel lets out a breathless laugh at your words, staring down at you before bringing her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. she's still a little embarrassed about how you got on your knees so willingly. she didn't even have to ask you to eat her out.

the way you stare back at her nearly makes her moan, "i wish you could see yourself right now."

you feel yourself smiling, humming while running your hands up her thighs and waist as hazel kicks off her boxers. you bring your hands to the inner sides of her thighs, fingers slipping between her lips.

hazel sucks in a sharp breath as you poke two fingers by her entrance before bringing them to her clit, drawing gentle circles on her clit as you lean closer. your warm breath against her skin makes her let go of the counter with one hand and dig it into your hair. hazel drags you closer, her hips bucking to try and keep up with your moving hand.

"fuuuucckk," hazel tilts her head back once you finally bring your mouth to her.

your tongue laps around with slow, long, languid strokes. you go from the bottom of her folds to the hood of her clit, hooking it up a bit. the corners of your mouth curl into a grin when she pulls your hair harder, gasping before letting out a broken moan.

to test the waters, you suck on her clit, your eyes staring right at her bright blue ones. her eyes half open, making an effort to look at you before she caves in and squeezes them shut.

she's biting her lip again, trying to hold anything back before giving up and calling out your name. it's like a prayer in her mouth, and she says it four times before cutting herself off and groaning loudly, cursing. "shit, shit. keep doing that. please, don't stop."

you listen, of course. how could you not?

when hazel starts to squirm, her grip on your hair loosening, you make your way lower, dipping the tip of your tongue to her entrance. you can't help but moan at the taste of her, feeling it run down your chin.

hazel starts to moan louder when your nose consistently brushes against her clit while your tongue continues to make its way deeper and deeper inside of her. "fuck- i'm gonna- shit." her voice has dropped to a rasp, pulling you so close you can barely breathe between her thighs.

"c'mon, haze," you mutter against her skin, "cum for me."

and you keep on going, like shit you could probably eat her out of days if she'd let you. and when hazel cums, you make sure to get all of it, drowning in the sounds of her moans and her cursing and mumbling your name in incoherent whispers. she makes you feel so fucking good all the time, so it's only fair if you return the favour.

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