Kurt watched apprehensively as Adam did stretches on their hotel room's floor. The Olympian was keeping his fingers crossed as he pretended to be engrossed in a book. His eyes followed Adam as the graceful blonde stood up and walked over to the full length mirror on the bathroom door. Adam pulled his shirt off over his head and inspected his well muscled torso, running a hand over his hard, flat stomach.
"Baby, do I look fat?" Adam asked, glancing over at the Olympic Champion.
Kurt groaned, whacking himself in the head with his book. Not again! "No honey, you look absolutely beautiful," he replied sincerely.
"You're just saying that." Adam turned back to the mirror, a pout on his lips. "I do look fat!" He grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. "I need to exercise. Let's go jogging."
"Honey, no," Kurt groaned. "I'm tired! I don't wanna exercise again!"
Adam frowned and crossed his arms. "If I had said ‘Let's go to bed', you wouldn't object to that physical activity. You never do. So don't give me that crap now!"
"But Adam, I'm sick of exercising!" Kurt protested.
Adam crossed his arms and frowned. "Kurt, do you love me? Even though I'm fat?"
Kurt blinked in surprise. "Of course I love you!" he exclaimed. "And you're not fat."
"Well, I feel fat, and I want to go jogging. Why don't you ever want to spend any time with me?" Adam demanded.
"But I do!" Kurt insisted. "Come on, honey. I think you had something there before; why don't we go to bed? That's good exercise, you know. It's true, it's true."
Adam's lip shook, and he looked about to cry. "All you want me for is sex!" he exclaimed, turning away and burying his head in his hands.
Kurt gritted his teeth, trying to turn on his charm. Sometimes Adam could be extremely annoying. For someone so good looking, he had extremely low self confidence. Kurt stood up and walked over to Adam, wrapping his arms around the tall blonde from behind. "Honey, you know that's not true. I love you, and that's why I'm with you. You're a beautiful, intelligent, altogether wonderful person."
Adam turned around in Kurt's arms, a small smile forming on his lips. "Really?" he asked.
"Yes really," Kurt replied, brushing his finger across Adam's cheek gently. He leaned in to steal a tender kiss.
Adam was smiling when Kurt drew back. "Good," he said, taking Kurt's hand and dragging him towards the door. "Then lets go exercise together."
Kurt groaned. "But Adam - "
Adam stopped and turned to the Olympian, his hands on his hips. "Kurt, IF YOU LOVE ME, YOU WILL!" he exclaimed.
Kurt sighed and picked up his jacket. "Fine, let's go jogging," he said in resignation.
THE END