"You...you went to beat Adam up?!" she cried, agony written on her face as she stared into the man's blue eyes.

Kurt didn't quite appear sorry although it was obvious the diva didn't approve.

"Well, I didn't quite 'beat him up,'" he said.  "I just punched him once, and-"

"Why did you do that?!" Amy cried, gesturing with both hands.  Now, she was angry as well as upset, and she shoved both hands through her long red hair as she eyed her Olympian friend.

"I only did it for you, Amy," he replied in an even voice.  "The guy had no right to-"

"Kurt, you had no right!  This is between Adam and me!  Yeah, I came here because I needed my friends...I needed some comforting.  And I needed a place to crash because I obviously couldn't stay there any longer..."

Torrie gazed from Kurt to Amy, her blue eyes slightly widened, a strong feeling of dismay running through her.  This situation was just not good.  The eight of them - Adam and Amy, Jay and Nora, Kurt and Stephanie, and Shane and herself - were supposed to stick together, remain a team.  If their little group split up in any way, what was to say it wouldn't work toward Paul Levesque's favor?  She shuddered at that thought.

"This is between me and Adam - no one else..." the redhead reiterated, her voice even as she eyed Angle seriously.  "Look, Kurt...I know you were only looking out for me, but please..."

"Okay, okay..." the Olympic Gold Medalist said after a beat, his hands up in a placating gesture.  "I'm sorry...but damn it, Amy - he hurt you so unnecessarily - and after you've done so much for him!"  He shook his head.  "I just didn't think that was fair..."

The redhead's eyes refilled with fresh tears, and she raised a hand to her cheek, wiping some of them away.  Then, although unhappy with what he'd done, she went to Kurt and put her arms around him in a hug.

The Olympian's gaze met Torrie's, the tall blonde looking sad, and he instantly hugged Amy back.  Gently rubbing her back and hair, he spoke softly.

"There, there...it'll be okay...Somehow, he's gonna see he made a mistake - a big one..."

*

Jay opened the door to his and Nora's hotel room and stared in shock at his best friend.

"Adam, what the hell-"

"Can I just come in?" the tall blond man asked, not bothering to wait for an answer.  Instead, he shoved his way rudely past Jay, receiving a shocked look from Nora, who was sitting primly at the desk chair beside the bed.  The little blonde's eyes widened as she noticed the darkening bruise on Adam's face.

"My God, Adam, are you-"

"Everything is such a mess," the tall Canadian said, interrupting the diva.  "And it's all my fault..."  He shook his head in dismay and lifted both hands to his hair, wanting nothing more than to just tear it out.

"We heard a bit of a commotion a few minutes ago," Jay said as he made his way over to his best friend and his girlfriend.  "Sounded like Kurt yelling..."

"Um...yeah," Adam admitted, "that was Kurt - he decked me one."

Nora gasped, a stark look of shock on her pretty face.

"Why?!"  She couldn't imagine the Olympian really getting angry at Adam, let alone actually hitting him.  Even that day at the hospital when Amy had been shot, the man had kept his cool when Adam had seemed on the verge of attacking him.

"Jay knows..."  The tall blond nervously shifted his gaze to his best friend, as though waiting for him to explain to the young woman.

"Oh, don't tell me, man..." the shorter blond man said, shaking his head.  "You did it already, didn't you?"

Adam didn't have to reply.  Besides, the look in his eye plus the way he shifted his gaze down to the floor spoke volumes.

"Did what?" Nora asked.  She was completely confused.

"He broke up with Amy..." Jay said evenly.

"What?  Why?!" the blonde woman asked incredulously.  Her blue gaze instantly went to Adam, who stood there solemnly, making no attempt to protest or deny what his best friend had said...