Glamberts Big Bang Chapter 11

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Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (11/16+Epilogue)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Beta: mindchnger
Artists: peculiar_mind / gargoyles42 /
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Luxe]
Rating: PG
P.O.V.: First Person, Adam Lambert & Luxe (clearly marked)
Warning: Discussion of rape & abuse (not very descriptive)
Word Count: 1,426
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Summary: Luxe and Adam have been best friends since Hollywood Week, but now that tour rehearsals have begun, Adam is finding out things he'd never know about his friend. Things that no one should have to go through. Can Adam be her Knight in Shining Armor? Or will he be the support Luxe needs to overcome her fears and help herself?

ADAM’S POV

Luxe cries herself to sleep, ending up with her head in my lap. When I’m sure she’s sound asleep, I carefully reach for my phone without disturbing her rest. Once I’ve got the piece of technology in my hand, I dial my mother. The phone rings three times before she answers. “Hello?” she says.

“Hey, Ma,” I say quietly.

“Adam! Hey, baby! What’s up?” she greets me happily.

“I… Ma, it’s bad,” I tell her. “Jackson, he… He was let out of jail and he’s left the town he was jailed in and they think he’s coming after Luxe. I’m so scared, Ma, so friggin' scared.”

“Oh, Adam, baby,” Ma coos. “It’s going to be alright.”

“You don’t know that,” I reply. “Last time I took my eyes off her, he got her. Thankfully she got away but I’m betting he is so fucking pissed off this time. I’m scared he’s really going to hurt her and I…” My voice cracks as tears flood my eyes. “I don’t think I could handle it if anything happened to her.”

“Baby, she’s more than your best friend, isn’t she?” My mom asks.

I nod, then remember she can’t see me. “Yes,” I whisper. “I… I’m head over heels for her, Ma. Luxe is my world. None of this Idol stuff matters if she’s not here with me.”

“Have you told her this?” she asks.

I sniff a little bit. “No. Do you think I should?”

“Of course, Adam, you should definitely tell her,” she answers. “That girl has had it bad for you since Hollywood Week.”

“What?” I ask with a chuckle. “How do you know that?”

“Because a mother knows,” she teases. “But seriously, anyone that looks at the way you two interact could see it. Hell, a blind man could see it. You two are so obvious.”

“More obvious than me and Kris?” I ask with a smile.

“Way more,” Ma answers, which makes me laugh lightly.

“Are you sure about that?” I ask. “The fans haven’t said anything. They’re all about the ‘Kradam.’”

“Oh, sweetie, that’s because gay boys are so much more taboo and therefore hotter to your fans,” my mom explains. “Besides, I think your pretty little fan girls would rather lose you to a hot guy than a pretty little girl. It means that they at least had no chance to begin with.”

I laugh again. “Ma!”

“What? It’s the truth,” she tells me.

“You’re such a dork,” I reply. “But I love you for it.”

“That’s part of the reason you love Luxe,” she says, not asks.

I feel myself blush and look down at the sleeping girl in my lap. “Yeah, that’s true. She’s got that goofy side that you have.”

“So why did you really call me?” Ma asks.

I sigh. “I’m terrified, terrified that I can’t protect her. She… she’s been through so much with this guy and I don’t know if I can keep him from getting to her,” I explain.

“What’d he do exactly?” she asks.

I sigh again. “She says it was a year and a half of rape,” I tell her. “But the emotional and physical abuse started years before that. I mean, it started with emotional and verbal, then turned into physical then sexual. I just…” I shake my head, my eyes filling with tears. “I wish I could take all her pain away, ya know? Make her forget all those awful memories.” My mother hums in agreement and I can picture her sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea, nodding her head. “I just… I’m scared. So scared. But I don’t want her to know. I want her to feel like I can protect her. I want her to know I’m her rock of support.”

“Baby, all you can really do is be there for her,” she tells me. “And you can’t hold back your emotions. If you do, you’ll be no help to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you cried on her shoulder sometimes.”

“But I want to be strong for her,” I reply.

“And you are,” my mother says. “But being strong also means letting things out too. You can’t help her if you’re an emotional wreck. So once in a while, you’ve just got to get it out. Cry, scream, write it down. Whatever you need to do.”

“Okay,” I murmur. “If you think that’ll help.”

“I know it will, baby.”

“Thanks, Ma, this… this has helped,” I tell her.

“You know, Adam, you can always call me if you need to get things off your chest,” she says.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks again.”

“I’m always here, baby,” she reminds me.

“Thanks, Ma. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she replies.



LUXE’S POV

I’m slowly waking from what has to be a nightmare. I can hear Adam’s voice in the distance and he sounds worried. The more awake I become the more I notice that Adam’s on the phone. He’s talking to his mom and he is worried. He’s worried about me. He’s also saying something about being head over heels for me, that I’m his world. These words make my stomach do a flip of joy and I can’t help snuggling in to him a little more. He strokes my hair softly as he continues to talk to Mama Lambert. But what really gets to me is when he says that none of the Idol stuff would matter if I wasn’t by his side. I feel completely giddy and just want to sit up, throw my arms around him and kiss him within an inch of his life. But I don’t. I decide to let him finish his conversation with his mom first. Then I’ll ravage him with my mouth.

I smile contentedly as I listen to him ask if we were more obvious than he and Kris. I can only imagine what his mother says as this makes him laugh and he says something about Kradam. But then he changes the subject, making a frown pop up on my face. He’s really worried about me. He’s worried he can’t protect me, that Jackson will really hurt me. I know how he feels. I’m scared he’ll hurt me this time too.

After a while he tells Mama Lambert that he loves her and hangs up the phone. I turn on to my back and look up at him. There are tear stains on his face. I immediately sit up and wrap my arms around the older man, pulling him close. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve been putting you and everyone else through. I’m sorry for causing so much worry. I wish you didn’t have to be in the middle of this. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Adam tells me quietly, kissing my cheek. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you said, Hey, Jackson, come terrorize me and my Idol family. You didn’t do anything wrong, Luxe. This is not your fault. You got that?” I nod even though I don’t really believe him. “But uh, now that I’ve said that, can I just…” he stops, making me look at him. There are tears in his deep blue eyes.

“Come here,” I tell him, pulling his head down on to my shoulder. “Let it out, Adam. I’m here for you.” The raven-haired man buries his face in my neck and cries quietly. I whisper soothingly to him and stroke that gorgeous hair of his. “You’re okay,” I tell him. “We’re going to be okay.”

I’ve never seen Adam break down like this before. Not ever. It’s a little scary, actually. I hope he’ll be okay. I hope all of this stress doesn’t give him a psychotic break. Hell, I’m not sure it won’t do that for me. But he’s got a more stable mental health than I do, so maybe he’ll be alright. I just know that this is all a little too much for either of us.

Once Adam has calmed down and assured me that he’s just fine, we decide to watch a marathon of DVDs. Of course Adam lets me decide and I get out all the seasons I have of Supernatural and pop Season One in to the DVD player. Then I move back to the bed and curl up against my best friend’s side. Throughout our Supernatural marathon we kiss and cuddle. But that heat we had previously never comes back. We’re both too emotionally drained for that, I think.