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Amy opened her eyes reluctantly as she woke up, wincing as she detected faint lines of light seeping into the room through the window.
She pulled the blanket more fully over her head, groaning slightly as she desperately wished for more sleep. She found herself feeling certain that Kurt would roll over and knock her right off the bed, or else steal the covers, which he was notorious for - but then she suddenly realized she was alone in the bed.
Damn it... Her eyes felt awful. They felt extremely grainy, as though she'd gotten very little or no sleep at all. And then she recalled that she'd been crying a lot last night - no wonder her eyes felt so damn puffy.
Kurt wasn't here... He'd gone out with his brother and Shane McMahon, and she'd returned to the hotel alone.
Rubbing at her eyes, the diva pushed herself up to a sitting position. Then, glancing around the room, she came to another startling recollection: This was not her hotel room.
She gazed over at the other bed, unable to see the person lying asleep in it, as the blanket was over his head, but she now remembered whose room she was in.
Adam... He'd been so very kind to her last night. She'd been roaming the hallway aimlessly, as she hadn't wanted to stay in her own room after the fight with Kurt. And then the tall blond man had emerged from his own room and saw her, and he'd gently grabbed her arm and asked what was wrong - she'd been crying and sobbing out in the hall at the time.
The Canadian suddenly shifted in his sleep, turning over onto his back, and Amy was treated to a view of his strong, handsome profile.
He really was quite gorgeous... The redhead couldn't help thinking that as she eyed him while he slept. How sweet he'd been toward her the previous night. He didn't have to sit here and listen to her sob story, or hold her in his arms. He didn't have to allow her to stay here in the spare bed in his room - but he had, without complaint. And that meant more to Amy than she could probably ever express in mere words...
Despite her horrid situation, the redhead felt a small smile coming to her lips. It made her feel good to know that some people truly did care - that Adam cared... She wished there were a way, somehow, that she could repay him for his kindness.
The diva glanced toward the nightstand between the two beds, locating her watch. As she buckled it back in place on her wrist, she noted that it was just a little after eight.
Bitterly, she wondered if Kurt was even back from his nightly excursion yet. Then, knowing that Lisa would never have allowed Shane to stay out all night - at least not without her - she guessed he had to be asleep in their room. Thank goodness they'd gone out in Shane's rental last night...
The redhead rose from the bed, bending down to scoop up her clothing from the desk chair and glanced back at Adam. She was closer to him now, so she had a better view of him than she'd had a few minutes ago.
He was sound asleep, his breathing deep and regular, lips slightly parted. Amy had a deep urge to bend over and place a kiss on his cheek - or maybe even his lips, but she restrained herself. Then, she tiptoed to the bathroom, shoes in her other hand, to change into the clothing she'd worn last night.
When she was finished, she exited the small lavatory as quietly as she could manage, wincing a bit as her foot stepped on a loose floorboard. She didn't want to awaken Adam, instead wanting to slip out of the room discreetly.
As she passed directly by his bed, the blond man turned over onto his left side so that he was facing her. The redhead studied him for a moment, biting her lip as she felt a burst of affection toward him. He'd been so sweet to her last night, and she'd never forget that.
"Thank you..." she whispered softly, a small smile playing at her lips. Then, her small bag of toiletries in hand, she inched stealthily toward the door.
She glanced back at him once before turning the knob and letting herself out.
A moment later, Amy swiped her keycard through her own hotel room door, attempting to keep as silent as possible. She gritted her teeth as she pushed the door open and tiptoed inside, fully expecting to see Kurt laying sound asleep in the middle of the bed.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. The Olympian was sitting wide awake on the edge of the bed, and he glared at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Where the
hell
were you?!"