Title: All the Right Reasons
Warnings: mild spoilers for Season 3, the word fucking, possible diabetes from the amount of fluff this contains
Summary: Kurt never took himself to be the impulsive type, but weddings are lonely when your heart is elsewhere.
A/N: Wow guys hey looks like I broke my writer’s block. And sssh, I promise I’m actually working on those prompts I got in my inbox the other day, don’t worry. I don’t even know.
It’s 1am when Kurt stumbles to the door of Adam’s apartment, uncharacteristically tipsy and dreadfully dizzy after running up four flights of stairs. It’s only been a few hours since the wedding, and although he’d been dancing with Blaine and singing with Blaine and generally being around Blaine, Kurt was surprised to find himself unhappy. Well, not unhappy, really, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what the feeling was. It wasn’t until he was seated at one of the pink-and-white tables with the pink-and-white flower arrangements and sipping delicately at a glass of wine that it hit him. He’d pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time—but then there was his phone background, a picture of he and Adam, Kurt wearing Adam’s beanie and Adam with a bad case of bed hair, both of them smiling brightly at the camera—and suddenly he just knew. Adam was back at home in New York and probably in bed right now, looking over arrangements for the Apples, and the fact that just the thought of that brought a grin to Kurt’s face had him almost choking on his drink. The way he feels about Adam is hard to describe, but the fact that he always makes an extra cup of tea when he knows Kurt is coming over and waits outside of his last class to walk him to rehearsal on Wednesdays and keeps a stash of Everything But the Kitchen Sink in his freezer because he knows it’s Kurt’s favorite causes a warmth to spread through Kurt’s stomach so quickly he has to grasp at the tablecloth from the force of his realization. And suddenly, all of those movie nights at Adam’s and the trips to those hole-in-the-wall restaurants (they try a new cuisine every week) and looks in the hallway mean so much more to him, and he needs to see Adam right fucking now.