Pairing: Kadam
Words: 581
Genre: Romance
Rating: just some mild making out - PG13?

Summary: Kurt reflects on the time the Gleeks went to the dentist. Adam is very interested. The referenced song is called 'Justify My Love' by Madonna.

Justify My Love

"Are you serious?" Adam asked incredulously, looking at Kurt as they sat snuggled together on the couch in the loft. "They had their dentist put them under so they could get high?"

"Brittany started it," Kurt explained. "She was telling everybody about her Britney Spears fantasy and then they all tried it, even the boys. Suddenly they were all getting bleachings and root canals voluntarily."

"Did you?" Adam asked, his eyes glittering with mirth.

"What? No, of course not. I have excellent dental hygiene," Kurt protested and looked away, suddenly very interested in studying the wood grain of the coffee table.

Adam grinned. "You did, didn't you?" he insisted, nudging Kurt with his shoulder. "Did you have a Brittney Spears fantasy? Go on, tell me…"

"I did not," Kurt said pointedly. Adam hummed and for a moment, neither of them said anything. Kurt looked at Adam from under his eyelashes, debating whether or not to tell him. He had never told anyone before- not even Blaine. Especially not Blaine, because it was so embarrassing! He sighed. Adam was giving him that look, the one that was puppies and kittens and sexy Brit all wrapped up in one, and how could he resist that? "When I went, Dr Howell had changed his playlist to Madonna," he confessed.

Adam smiled triumphantly. "Even better! Her videos are much moremature," he teased, waggling his eyebrows. Kurt blushed brightly. "Did your fantasy feature Justin Timberlake?" Adam asked. "I won't be jealous if you tell me the juicy details…" He trailed his fingers up Kurt's thigh.

Kurt bit his lip and shook his head. "I sort of got caught in one of her, ah… earlier phases," he said slowly. Even though he had come a long way since Blaine's lessons on how to look sexy, the explicitness of some of Madonna's experimental videos – and the memory of inserting himself into them- still made him feel fidgety. Adam seemed to guess what he was implying, and the innocent puppies melted from his eyes to make way for pure smoulder.

"Tell me," he demanded again, shifting his legs so they wrapped around Kurt's on the couch. "Or sing it to me," he added in a whisper, leaning in closer.

Kurt shivered. "It's more of a… spoken song," he said, but his resistance was waning. "I wanna kiss you in Paris," he whispered, recalling the dream and pressing closer to his boyfriend. "I wanna hold your hand in Rome…"

His memory was fusing with the present as Adam obligingly ran his hands along Kurt's sides the way the lovers in the black and white video touched the platinum blonde singer.

"I wanna run naked in a rain storm – make love in a train… cross-country…" Kurt gasped, gyrating against Adam and offering himself up for more of his touch. His hands slid up on the pillows until his arms lay raised over his head, his wrists crossed. His eyes closed of their own accord. "Wanting… waiting… needing…for you – to justify my love," he whispered melodiously.

Adam instinctively seemed to know what he needed and gently clasped a large hand over his wrists, pressing them down into the pillow, encouraging Kurt to give in to the fantasy again. This time, Kurt let himself fall without feeling guilty or ashamed. Adam made him feel safe, and he knew he could be himself with him.

The rest of the lyrics were forgotten, and so was Madonna and the story about Glee club, as the song became all about them.

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.