"Stop saying spunk," says Kurt flatly. "I'm not doing it."
"But--" Sam tries.
"Absolutely not. You're lucky I'm even agreeing to be seen with you."
"I mean," says Sam, "the whole idea is not to be seen with me."
"Sam," Kurt says, he thinks very patiently. "I don't wear unbreathable unnatural fibers."
"Kurt, it's spandex, not polyester." He doesn't roll his eyes -- but it's a near thing. (By now, he has an idea of what fabrics Kurt does and doesn't find acceptable. It's just one of those things you pick up.) "You can't be recognized."
"Which is going to happen the second that anyone sees me or hears my voice," Kurt points out. "Spandex or no spandex, it's a small town."
He makes a good point. Kurt's pretty damn distinctive.
"Anyway, I don't see what's wrong with," Kurt wiggles his fingers, and he does roll his eyes, "crime-fighting in what I'm wearing."
Sam stares at him.
He's wearing skinny madras pants with a yellow blazer, a dark blue tie, and lace-up knee high boots.
Well. At least the boots are kind of practical.
"Fine," Sam agrees, giving up. Serious: "You've got to at least wear a mask, though."
Kurt eyes with great distaste the black domino mask that is being offered to him. "Do you know what that will do to my hai--" He squawks as Sam hauls him into a kiss.
A long kiss, in which Sam makes sure to dig his hands into his hair as much as is physically possible.
"Oh man, look. It's already messed up," Sam says, grinning, and he can tell that Kurt is trying really hard to be annoyed, but the color in his face isn't selling the anger thing.
(He was much madder when Sam dropped a reference about the whole superhero thing into casual conversation.)
Kurt frowns at him and makes one futile attempt to flatten the "baby bird just woke up in the nest" situation that Sam has created, then he wordlessly holds his hand out for the mask.
"Nice," says Sam, shooting him a thumbs up once he has the mask on his face, and he sees the tiny quirk of the corners of Kurt's mouth. "Let me just go change and we'll get out there."
Except when Sam comes out with his costume on, they wind up hooking up in a back stairwell instead of patrolling the streets. Kurt may not want to wear spandex, but he's pretty okay with taking it off of Sam.
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"Stop saying spunk," says Kurt flatly. "I'm not doing it."
"But--" Sam tries.
"Absolutely not. You're lucky I'm even agreeing to be seen with you."
"I mean," says Sam, "the whole idea is not to be seen with me."
"Sam," Kurt says, he thinks very patiently. "I don't wear unbreathable unnatural fibers."
"Kurt, it's spandex, not polyester." He doesn't roll his eyes -- but it's a near thing. (By now, he has an idea of what fabrics Kurt does and doesn't find acceptable. It's just one of those things you pick up.) "You can't be recognized."
"Which is going to happen the second that anyone sees me or hears my voice," Kurt points out. "Spandex or no spandex, it's a small town."
He makes a good point. Kurt's pretty damn distinctive.
"Anyway, I don't see what's wrong with," Kurt wiggles his fingers, and he does roll his eyes, "crime-fighting in what I'm wearing."
Sam stares at him.
He's wearing skinny madras pants with a yellow blazer, a dark blue tie, and lace-up knee high boots.
Well. At least the boots are kind of practical.
"Fine," Sam agrees, giving up. Serious: "You've got to at least wear a mask, though."
Kurt eyes with great distaste the black domino mask that is being offered to him. "Do you know what that will do to my hai--" He squawks as Sam hauls him into a kiss.
A long kiss, in which Sam makes sure to dig his hands into his hair as much as is physically possible.
"Oh man, look. It's already messed up," Sam says, grinning, and he can tell that Kurt is trying really hard to be annoyed, but the color in his face isn't selling the anger thing.
(He was much madder when Sam dropped a reference about the whole superhero thing into casual conversation.)
Kurt frowns at him and makes one futile attempt to flatten the "baby bird just woke up in the nest" situation that Sam has created, then he wordlessly holds his hand out for the mask.
"Nice," says Sam, shooting him a thumbs up once he has the mask on his face, and he sees the tiny quirk of the corners of Kurt's mouth. "Let me just go change and we'll get out there."
Except when Sam comes out with his costume on, they wind up hooking up in a back stairwell instead of patrolling the streets. Kurt may not want to wear spandex, but he's pretty okay with taking it off of Sam.