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It’s complicated

Summary:

Klavier and Clay have a moment together before Apollo comes come.
Some things about Klavier are brought to light.

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Now, Klavier was a good person, but let the record show that he was a bit clingy. Sure, he got attention from fans, but that’s different than getting attention from the people you know and love. This is exactly why he is in his boyfriend’s apartment building with two coffees at 7:00 in the evening.

He knocked on the door and was not greeted with his boyfriend, but with his roommate, Clay.

“Ach, Herr Terran. Lovely to see you. Is Apollo home? I brought him coffee.”

“Sorry dude. He’s still at the office. You can come in and wait for him though. He should be here soon.”

“Thank you Herr Terran.”

Clay stepped aside and let Klavier into the apartment. Klavier walked over to the kitchenette and set down Apollo’s coffee which was immediately scooped up by Clay.

“That was for my boyfriend, Herr Terran. If I had known you were going to be here, I would have gotten you something.” Klavier said, playfully indignant.

“Don’t sweat it man. The coffee is gonna be cold by the time Pollo gets here anyways. I’m just helping.” Clay took a sip of the coffee and his face scrunched up as he slowly spit the coffee back into the hole in the lid.

“Why do you let him drink his coffee black? That shit is disgusting.”

“Because that’s how he likes it. What am I supposed to do about that?”

“I dunno. Just gimme yours. I gotta get that taste out of my mouth.”

Klavier held out his iced coffee for Clay who proceeded to drink about a third of the cup before Klavier could pull it back from him.

“What was that for! I wasn’t done!” Clay pouted at him.

“It’s my coffee!”

“Touché”

Dropping the subject, Clay walked back over the the couch where he was watching TV.

“You wanna join me?”

“Sure, what are we watching?”

“Sailor moon.”

“Is everything space themed with you Herr Terran?”

“Not everything. Just all the best things. Since the accident they won’t let me up in space, so I’ve gotta get my fix somewhere.”

“Ja, that makes sense.” And it did. When the Gavinners broke up, Klavier surrounded himself with music. It just made things easier.

They sat and watched TV for a few minutes until Clay paused it and suddenly turned to Klavier.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta ask, what’s the deal with the whole German thing? You have an accent, but from what Apollo says, your brother doesn’t. Also on a related note, I looked up “Klavier” and ignoring all of the stuff about you, I learned that your name means piano in German. You're literally a famous musician. This cannot be a coincidence.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“My brain.”

Klavier glared at him.

“No, seriously, I really wanna know. I’ve known you for months and I feel like I barely know anything about you. The real you, you know?”

“Ach, well, this is a complicated one.”

“Well, I’m a complicated man and I’ve got time. Spill the beans Piano.”

“Okay, but you must promise not to let the information reach the public. I have a certain image that I have to keep.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to come up with a new post for my Gavinner’s fan blog then.”

“Herr Terran, you don’t really-“

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Either way, I’m not telling anyone. Just come on! The suspense is killing me here!”

“You asked lots of things. What do you want to know first?”

“I asked two things. You are avoiding the question.”
“Anyway, tell me about being a fake German.”

Klavier sighed, “I am not faking being German. I am actually German.”

“But, Kristoph doesn’t have an accent and he’s your older brother.”

“I said I was German. I never said the accent was real, ja?”

“So you’re telling me it’s fake…”

“Hmph, I suppose so.”

“Wait, your accent is fake and you still use it when you are just talking to friends in a private space. What’s with that dude?”

“I told you, I have an image to keep up. If anyone I didn’t trust heard me, I would look like a fraud. Plus, it’s also hard to stop once you’ve started.”

“You know what, that’s fair.”

“Danke.”

“Wait, you said the accent was fake, but you are still German. How does that work?”

“My mother was from Germany and my father was American with German ancestors. That would make me at least half German.”

“That actually explains a lot. Like, your brother’s name is really German sounding.”

“So is mine! Klavier is a German word.”

“Yeah, but your name is fake, so it doesn’t count.”

“I never said that my name was fake.”

“Okay, then let me ask you a question.”

“Ja?”

“Is your name fake?”

“Not exactly. It was a stage name. I haven’t used my “real” name since I was a child and first started performing. Now it’s legally Klavier though.”

“I don’t know whether to be shocked or not. What’s your real name then?”

“Promise you will not tell anyone?”

“Yeah, yeah, I pinky promise and all that. Tell me!”

“...Konrad”

“I see why you changed it. That is not a name meant for show business.”

“It was my grandfather’s name.”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that it’s a horrible name.”

“I never said that I liked it. I did decide to change it, didn’t I?”

“I guess. When did you change it?”

“I was fifteen.”

“Wow. So what made you change it?”

“Ach, that’s what’s complicated.” Klavier fiddled with his rings, obviously not the most comfortable.

“Dude, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine with me.”

“No, no, I’ll tell you. The reason I legally changed it is sort of gender related.”

“Oh, like Pollo!”

“Not exactly. See, I was born a male, but I’ve just never really felt right as one. I’m not a girl either, though. I’m just me. Klavier just fit the real me better than Konrad ever did.”

“So, are you like, non binary then? Shit, did I mess up with your pronouns?

“It’s fine, Herr Terran. I don’t really like to put a label on my gender. If I did, I would just call it ‘Klavier’. And as for pronouns, I don’t really have a preference. Maybe just use he and they in public though. You know how it is.”

“...It must be rough being a celebrity.”

“Ja, it really is sometimes.”

*Click*
That’s when the door opens and Apollo steps into his apartment where his boyfriend is just casually hanging out with his roommate without him.

“Well, hello. Am I interrupting something?”

Klavier got up from the couch to greet his boyfriend. He wrapped Apollo in a hug.

“Of course not libeling.”

“Also, he got you coffee!” Clay yelled from the couch.

Klavier immediately picked up the coffee and threw it away.
“No I didn’t.” He smiled.

“Okay, you two. What did I miss?”

“Me?” Klavier asked jokingly sincere.

Apollo glared a bit at the two of them. Then Clay piped up,

“Well, it’s complicated…”

Notes:

No, Clay, it’s not complicated. You just spit in his drink.