Adam jabbed Kris in the side with an elbow to interrupt him and said, "Okay, so I am giving you fair warning here, the next time you say one word about how I deserved it, or how sorry you are, or for that matter just spend your interview time going off on how awesome I am, I am going to be so totally overcome with love for you that I am going to have to kiss you."

It occurred to him belatedly that maybe he should've been saying no once in a while, but at this point he felt bad—obviously word had gotten around, so now if he turned somebody down, they'd feel like it was them specifically, which just seemed so mean.

“I’m fine,” he says, dragging his hand from his eyes and shifting his hand in Adam’s grip to expose the polish on his thumbnail, “Katy just isn’t too thrilled with the…new direction my sense of fashion is taking.”

Nothing in life is 100%.

It really wasn't like that.

One-night stands are not for everyone.

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"

It's not a political statement, or because there's finally a guy who's worth it. It's just that Ryan's a bad actor, and he'll slip eventually, and he might as well do it on his own terms.

Their friendship is hard to explain.

It would not be an overstatement to say that Adam knows something about sex toys.

Wherein there is magic, daring rescues, accidental kissing, not-so-accidental kissing, Clive Davis is evil, and everyone lives happily ever after.

David stared up at him as he came to the table, and then Cook put a hand on David's shoulder and leaned over him. There was a really—really—weird moment when David thought for a second that Cook was about to—was going to—and David's stomach squeezed into a tiny knot, but Cook was just reaching over to grab the jacket he'd left on his seat.

The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping.

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side." -- Hunter S. Thompson This is a story about the negative side.

Lance was not sure he wanted to meet Adam Lambert. On the one hand, incredibly hot guy, great singer, on the other hand, there was that little throwaway dig he'd made about 'celebrity-magazine bullshit' in his coming-out interview. Lance wasn't sure if that meant him or not, but he'd had too much experience of that kind of crap to discount it completely, and he didn't want to risk having his fears confirmed.

Love is never more complicated than in real life. No words can truly describe it's nature. It's elusive, fleeting, strong, wise, demanding and destructive. It's also the only thing worth fighting for.

"Adam can never write a song about this."

Kris shows up on Adam's tour, and decides to stay.

The plan was simple - the literal two birds with one shot kill. Give Kris what he wants - honesty, and give the press what they can run with - a true love story that makes Kris' turn to the gay-side something less out of character and more in. Everyone knows that Kris is a sweet potato. Everyone knows that he believes in love and happily ever after. If he comes out of the closet in love with his best friend then he's a lot less likely to be eaten alive. The Kradam kids will erect a float for the Gay Pride Parade and the haters to the left will have a focus. Adam can be the bad guy, the seducer, the bright sparkly punching bag. Kris agrees to get out of a stretch limo holding Adam Lambert’s hand at Lady GaGa’s Un-birthday Party. (If this doesn’t scare him back straight – nothing will.) A fic in which Kris and Adam are clueless and neither one realizes what is real.

Listening to his dad play when he thinks Dylan is asleep makes Dylan kind of sad and worried. His dad is good, that’s what everyone says. But no one ever gets discovered in Arkansas. Alfie says even Baltimore is better if you want to be famous, but he still thinks that city kind of stinks, so he doesn’t recommend it to Dylan. He says they need to move to Los Angeles. That’s where all the famous people live. And Alfie has an Aunt Madeleine there, and he can totally come and visit sometimes. Dylan doesn’t have his own computer, but his dad lets him use the one in the living room. He even has his own account there, with his very own user picture (Batman) and password (robinsux). So he already looked Los Angeles up, and he’s pretty sure Alfie is right about this. Because Los Angeles is where Adam Lambert lives, and if his dad is ever going to make an album and give concerts and stuff, Adam Lambert is the guy to help.

Kris was the Master Vampire of the West Coast. If it happened in LA then Kris knew about it. Everything except how Adam Lambert, former Master's Pet to Simon Cowell, not only made his way to LA, but why just being in Adam's presence drives Kris nuts. Kris was never one to back down from a challenge though.

When the full moon comes, Kris Allen finds himself transforming into a fox, after an attack earlier that day by what he thoguht to be a rabid fox. Injured and confused, the tiny fox is picked up by a couple members of the local werewolf pack as a chewtoy gift for their Alpha, Adam Lambert. But when Adam lays eyes on the little ball of fluff, he decides to keep him instead...

In a universe where American Idol never happened, Adam Lambert finds himself working as a consultant for Daniel Radcliffe's latest film, teaching the young actor all he knows about becoming a drag queen. But as they work together, they begin to fall in love. But will Dan be able to open himself up and tell the world that he's in love with a man?

The only reason Adam goes on the stupid camping trip is because of Keith.

Their friendship is hard to explain.

This is not happening. He's not chained up in the back of a van driving through the desert to fucking Arkansas of all places. He definitely hasn't been kidnapped by some tiny adorable dude with a gun babbling about how Adam is his mate. And there is no way in hell he's a werewolf. Except for how the first two things are very clearly true, and he's starting to worry about the third.