FIC translation: "Tomorrow's Colors" (2/?)
Title: Tomorrow's Colors (2/?)
Author: ashita no kioku
Translator: Morgan D. aka morgan_d
Fandom: Glee
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Adam
Word count: 1.702
Spoilers: Up to 4.14 - "I Do".
Summary: As Kurt realizes his long-bottled-up problems won't allow him to move on, he needs someone to show him he's the only one who can choose the colors of his own future.
This is my authorized translation of "Cores do Amanhã", fanfic by fellow Brazilian writer ashita no kioku. The original in Portuguese can be found here.
Chapter 1
Tomorrow's Colors
by ashita no kioku
translated by Morgan D.
Chapter 2
Kurt opened the door to the loft with mixed feelings. On one hand, he was sad he had to part with his family so soon. Not that there had been anything he could have done about that, given that his dad and Carole would be returning to D.C. the next day. Besides, Finn had beaten him on the 'who stays the longest locked away in his own bedroom' match, so they had ended up barely speaking to each other while Kurt was there.
On the other hand, not having to face everyone's looks clearly asking him 'When are you going to stop being in denial and admit that Blaine is the love of your life?' was definitely a nice change.
"Home sweet home," said Santana as they carried their bags inside. And this time she had several of them, since her initial move to New York had been so poorly planned.
"Our flight might not have been long, but sitting beside this nasty mood of yours wasn't a pleasant experience, Hummel," she went on. "Seems getting lucky at a wedding isn't enough to make your company bearable."
Whose smart idea was to fly back to New York with Santana anyway?
At least she wasn't among those who took what had happened as evidence that Kurt was in denial about Blaine. Or perhaps she just didn't care.
"As if you know much about bearable company," Kurt countered. "You're even more insufferable when you're happy."
Santana seemed about to retort when they heard an angry shout from Rachel.
"Fine. We both lost the award for Most Unbearable Company to Berry," said the Latina girl. "I'm going to put my stuff in your room. Do I need to tag my clothes so you don't mix them up with yours?"
Kurt ignored her remark. Predicting she would be busy in his room for a long time, he chose to find out what was upsetting Rachel this time. The girl's emotions had been a whirlwind for the past few weeks. Kurt had thought she would calm down after Midnight Madness, but now her mood would change from sad to confident to furious faster than Kurt changed scarves.
And that was saying something.
Rachel was lying on her bed, hugging a pillow.
"Is everything okay?" asked Kurt.
"Oh, you're back already," said the girl, getting on her feet. "How was your flight? Where's Santana? Are you hungry? I think dinner is still warm."
"Hey, slow down," said Kurt, taking a hold of her flailing arms. "Flight was okay, Santana is in my room, and thank you for cooking extra. I'm going to eat in a moment. Now, what's going on?"
"I'm just a little anxious about auditioning for Funny Girl, that's all," she answered quickly.
Too quickly to sound natural.
"When you're ready to share what's troubling you, I'll be here," said Kurt.
Rachel gave him a thankful look. "And what about you, are you okay? I saw you and Blaine dancing together while I was singing."
Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. "Let's make a deal? I won't ask you about Finn, and you don't ask me about Blaine."
"Deal. I guess that's fair. Although your situation and mine are very different, because Blaine is your soul mate, and everyone can see..."
Kurt cut her off. "Rachel. Please."
She sulked for a moment, then changed the subject, more excited. "All right. What about your other man? Are you going to see him tomorrow? You guys missed Valentine's, so you should see each other again soon."
Kurt hesitated. Adam was another good thing about coming back to New York. Since their first conversation, Adam always found a way to make Kurt feel better.
It wasn't like Kurt needed to be constantly praised. He could have his own entourage of sycophants if he wanted, as his new-found popularity after his victory at Midnight Madness seemed to have attracted that kind of people.
But he didn't want sycophants. He wanted people who would recognize his talent.
And it wasn't bad to have for a change someone who wouldn't keep pointing out how wonderful Blaine was.
Although his next encounter with Adam probably wouldn't be that harmonious, as Kurt had decided to tell him what had happened at the wedding.
He owed Adam that much, even if they were not formally dating. Because every time they met, the possibility that they would become something grew stronger.
Even though they spent a lot of time together at NYADA, especially now that Kurt had joined Adam's Apples, they had only had two dates off-campus.
The first time they had gone out, Adam had confessed he wasn't really a fan of coffee or drinks, which was what Kurt had initially invited him to. So they went for ice cream and a stroll through the city. Adam had a lot of energy and decided to be Kurt's tour guide to New York. They walked side by side, as the other man described what he knew of the place.
And then Kurt would correct him at almost every turn, since the countertenor had been fascinated by the city since he was a little boy, and Adam had lived there only for a few years.
Realizing that, the British started making up preposterous stories about every landmark they saw, only to provoke Kurt and have him discourse about what he knew.
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"Oh, my God, you can't be serious!" exclaimed Kurt with frantic gestures. "I'm sure that's not the reason why this building was designed like this. I once read that... What? What is it?"
Adam was laughing, and his mirth lit his eyes up. "You're so passionate about all this stuff. It's cute to see you like this. You're almost bouncing while you gesticulate."
Kurt blushed. People usually said his excitement about things was frivolous. Whenever he talked about clothes or Broadway, many only wished he would shut up.
Even his dad and Carole had given him carte blanche to plan their wedding, without really bothering to hear his ideas.
And then there was Adam. Deliberately instigating Kurt into sharing what he knew about New York. And smiling fondly as Kurt spoke.
"You must enjoy suffering, letting me talk this much," Kurt replied.
"Wrong answer. Repeat after me: 'I'm cute when I'm excited'," said Adam, insisting on it until Kurt had repeated it.
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"You're so far away now," said Rachel, cutting into his thoughts, "that it's making me even more certain that you should text Adam."
"Yes. I'll do that."
Kurt immediately texted "Hey, you. How have you been? Just arrived in NY" into his cell as he walked to the kitchen, trying to escape Rachel and her habit of commenting on his facial expressions while he texted.
Adam didn't take long to reply. "I was wondering when you'd text me. My days have been boring. Rehearsing with the Apples was strange without you. It's been only a few weeks, and you're already one of us. How did the wedding go?”
Kurt replied, “I feel like part of the group, too. And there was no wedding. (The phenomenon of McKinley relationships drama strikes again.) But actually I'd like to talk to you about something that happened at the 'wedding'. Are you free tomorrow?"
He knew Adam would figure out by the tone of his text that it would be a difficult conversation. Especially since Adam knew Blaine had been at the reception.
He could pretty much predict Adam's response to be something like 'I'm not going to like this conversation, am I?'
So, naturally, Kurt's heart skipped a beat when the actual reply was, "Are you okay? Did something bad happen?"
Of course you'd put my welfare first, mused Kurt. Why can't you be a just little selfish once in a while? I know how to handle selfish people.
And then Kurt's guilt might now weigh on him so heavily.
No, I'm not going to come up with stuff to make me feel less guilty, Kurt thought. Dad reminded me how important it is to own our mistakes.
His phone vibrated again, bringing him back from his thoughts. “Kurt?”
“I'm fine. Don't worry. So, are you free?" sent Kurt.
“I am. And if I weren't, I'd be now, 'cause you've failed to convince me that you're fine. Anywhere specific you'd like to go?”
“Don't change any plans because of me. And actually, the things I'd like to talk to you about are a little personal, so a quiet place would be nice.”
“You're totally worth changing my plans for. But I am really free, I swear. And in NY, there aren't any quiet places except our own.”
Kurt had never been to Adam's apartment. Just like Adam had never been to his. Taking their friendship to such a personal space seemed like a huge step.
“Well, I have three roommates. You've met two of them, and neither appreciates what the Apples represent. And they're far easier to handle than the third one. I can't even remember what quiet feels like.”
“Wanna come to my place? I live on my own, so we won't be interrupted.”
Move forward or not?
A shout from Santana prompted Kurt's decision. “Yes, that'd be nice. Definitely better than here.”
“Great. If you come early, you win a free home-cooked meal.”
“You had me at 'free'.”
“My grandma used to say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. ;-)", replied Adam, sending also his home address.
Kurt laughed. Even though Adam might have clued in to the contents of their future conversation, he kept on with the flirting.
"Hey, Porcelain," said Santana as she left his room wearing one of Kurt's pants. "I'm totally borrowing this."
"No way, Satan. I don't touch your things and you don't touch mine."
Rachel joined them. "Kurt won't let me borrow his clothes either, Santana."
"You have neither the legs nor the ass for Hummel's pants, Berry. Just take a look at that!" said Santana, pointing at Kurt's backside.
If things went well the next day, Kurt would start inviting Adam over. He would much rather see the boy sing about butts than listen to the topic being discussed by his roommates.
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T/N: Please don't go without leaving your feedback. I'll make sure it reaches the author.
Author: ashita no kioku
Translator: Morgan D. aka morgan_d
Fandom: Glee
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Adam
Word count: 1.702
Spoilers: Up to 4.14 - "I Do".
Summary: As Kurt realizes his long-bottled-up problems won't allow him to move on, he needs someone to show him he's the only one who can choose the colors of his own future.
This is my authorized translation of "Cores do Amanhã", fanfic by fellow Brazilian writer ashita no kioku. The original in Portuguese can be found here.
Chapter 1
Tomorrow's Colors
by ashita no kioku
translated by Morgan D.
Chapter 2
Kurt opened the door to the loft with mixed feelings. On one hand, he was sad he had to part with his family so soon. Not that there had been anything he could have done about that, given that his dad and Carole would be returning to D.C. the next day. Besides, Finn had beaten him on the 'who stays the longest locked away in his own bedroom' match, so they had ended up barely speaking to each other while Kurt was there.
On the other hand, not having to face everyone's looks clearly asking him 'When are you going to stop being in denial and admit that Blaine is the love of your life?' was definitely a nice change.
"Home sweet home," said Santana as they carried their bags inside. And this time she had several of them, since her initial move to New York had been so poorly planned.
"Our flight might not have been long, but sitting beside this nasty mood of yours wasn't a pleasant experience, Hummel," she went on. "Seems getting lucky at a wedding isn't enough to make your company bearable."
Whose smart idea was to fly back to New York with Santana anyway?
At least she wasn't among those who took what had happened as evidence that Kurt was in denial about Blaine. Or perhaps she just didn't care.
"As if you know much about bearable company," Kurt countered. "You're even more insufferable when you're happy."
Santana seemed about to retort when they heard an angry shout from Rachel.
"Fine. We both lost the award for Most Unbearable Company to Berry," said the Latina girl. "I'm going to put my stuff in your room. Do I need to tag my clothes so you don't mix them up with yours?"
Kurt ignored her remark. Predicting she would be busy in his room for a long time, he chose to find out what was upsetting Rachel this time. The girl's emotions had been a whirlwind for the past few weeks. Kurt had thought she would calm down after Midnight Madness, but now her mood would change from sad to confident to furious faster than Kurt changed scarves.
And that was saying something.
Rachel was lying on her bed, hugging a pillow.
"Is everything okay?" asked Kurt.
"Oh, you're back already," said the girl, getting on her feet. "How was your flight? Where's Santana? Are you hungry? I think dinner is still warm."
"Hey, slow down," said Kurt, taking a hold of her flailing arms. "Flight was okay, Santana is in my room, and thank you for cooking extra. I'm going to eat in a moment. Now, what's going on?"
"I'm just a little anxious about auditioning for Funny Girl, that's all," she answered quickly.
Too quickly to sound natural.
"When you're ready to share what's troubling you, I'll be here," said Kurt.
Rachel gave him a thankful look. "And what about you, are you okay? I saw you and Blaine dancing together while I was singing."
Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. "Let's make a deal? I won't ask you about Finn, and you don't ask me about Blaine."
"Deal. I guess that's fair. Although your situation and mine are very different, because Blaine is your soul mate, and everyone can see..."
Kurt cut her off. "Rachel. Please."
She sulked for a moment, then changed the subject, more excited. "All right. What about your other man? Are you going to see him tomorrow? You guys missed Valentine's, so you should see each other again soon."
Kurt hesitated. Adam was another good thing about coming back to New York. Since their first conversation, Adam always found a way to make Kurt feel better.
It wasn't like Kurt needed to be constantly praised. He could have his own entourage of sycophants if he wanted, as his new-found popularity after his victory at Midnight Madness seemed to have attracted that kind of people.
But he didn't want sycophants. He wanted people who would recognize his talent.
And it wasn't bad to have for a change someone who wouldn't keep pointing out how wonderful Blaine was.
Although his next encounter with Adam probably wouldn't be that harmonious, as Kurt had decided to tell him what had happened at the wedding.
He owed Adam that much, even if they were not formally dating. Because every time they met, the possibility that they would become something grew stronger.
Even though they spent a lot of time together at NYADA, especially now that Kurt had joined Adam's Apples, they had only had two dates off-campus.
The first time they had gone out, Adam had confessed he wasn't really a fan of coffee or drinks, which was what Kurt had initially invited him to. So they went for ice cream and a stroll through the city. Adam had a lot of energy and decided to be Kurt's tour guide to New York. They walked side by side, as the other man described what he knew of the place.
And then Kurt would correct him at almost every turn, since the countertenor had been fascinated by the city since he was a little boy, and Adam had lived there only for a few years.
Realizing that, the British started making up preposterous stories about every landmark they saw, only to provoke Kurt and have him discourse about what he knew.
-
"Oh, my God, you can't be serious!" exclaimed Kurt with frantic gestures. "I'm sure that's not the reason why this building was designed like this. I once read that... What? What is it?"
Adam was laughing, and his mirth lit his eyes up. "You're so passionate about all this stuff. It's cute to see you like this. You're almost bouncing while you gesticulate."
Kurt blushed. People usually said his excitement about things was frivolous. Whenever he talked about clothes or Broadway, many only wished he would shut up.
Even his dad and Carole had given him carte blanche to plan their wedding, without really bothering to hear his ideas.
And then there was Adam. Deliberately instigating Kurt into sharing what he knew about New York. And smiling fondly as Kurt spoke.
"You must enjoy suffering, letting me talk this much," Kurt replied.
"Wrong answer. Repeat after me: 'I'm cute when I'm excited'," said Adam, insisting on it until Kurt had repeated it.
-
"You're so far away now," said Rachel, cutting into his thoughts, "that it's making me even more certain that you should text Adam."
"Yes. I'll do that."
Kurt immediately texted "Hey, you. How have you been? Just arrived in NY" into his cell as he walked to the kitchen, trying to escape Rachel and her habit of commenting on his facial expressions while he texted.
Adam didn't take long to reply. "I was wondering when you'd text me. My days have been boring. Rehearsing with the Apples was strange without you. It's been only a few weeks, and you're already one of us. How did the wedding go?”
Kurt replied, “I feel like part of the group, too. And there was no wedding. (The phenomenon of McKinley relationships drama strikes again.) But actually I'd like to talk to you about something that happened at the 'wedding'. Are you free tomorrow?"
He knew Adam would figure out by the tone of his text that it would be a difficult conversation. Especially since Adam knew Blaine had been at the reception.
He could pretty much predict Adam's response to be something like 'I'm not going to like this conversation, am I?'
So, naturally, Kurt's heart skipped a beat when the actual reply was, "Are you okay? Did something bad happen?"
Of course you'd put my welfare first, mused Kurt. Why can't you be a just little selfish once in a while? I know how to handle selfish people.
And then Kurt's guilt might now weigh on him so heavily.
No, I'm not going to come up with stuff to make me feel less guilty, Kurt thought. Dad reminded me how important it is to own our mistakes.
His phone vibrated again, bringing him back from his thoughts. “Kurt?”
“I'm fine. Don't worry. So, are you free?" sent Kurt.
“I am. And if I weren't, I'd be now, 'cause you've failed to convince me that you're fine. Anywhere specific you'd like to go?”
“Don't change any plans because of me. And actually, the things I'd like to talk to you about are a little personal, so a quiet place would be nice.”
“You're totally worth changing my plans for. But I am really free, I swear. And in NY, there aren't any quiet places except our own.”
Kurt had never been to Adam's apartment. Just like Adam had never been to his. Taking their friendship to such a personal space seemed like a huge step.
“Well, I have three roommates. You've met two of them, and neither appreciates what the Apples represent. And they're far easier to handle than the third one. I can't even remember what quiet feels like.”
“Wanna come to my place? I live on my own, so we won't be interrupted.”
Move forward or not?
A shout from Santana prompted Kurt's decision. “Yes, that'd be nice. Definitely better than here.”
“Great. If you come early, you win a free home-cooked meal.”
“You had me at 'free'.”
“My grandma used to say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. ;-)", replied Adam, sending also his home address.
Kurt laughed. Even though Adam might have clued in to the contents of their future conversation, he kept on with the flirting.
"Hey, Porcelain," said Santana as she left his room wearing one of Kurt's pants. "I'm totally borrowing this."
"No way, Satan. I don't touch your things and you don't touch mine."
Rachel joined them. "Kurt won't let me borrow his clothes either, Santana."
"You have neither the legs nor the ass for Hummel's pants, Berry. Just take a look at that!" said Santana, pointing at Kurt's backside.
If things went well the next day, Kurt would start inviting Adam over. He would much rather see the boy sing about butts than listen to the topic being discussed by his roommates.
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T/N: Please don't go without leaving your feedback. I'll make sure it reaches the author.