TITLE: HEROES AND (?)VILLAINS
AUTHOR: REDPEN88 (AKA VERMS)
AN: So I was reading a story by my good friend Chasing Aspirations, and there's this line where Sam thinks Kurt would probably feel like superhero costumes would be dumb. And I totally agree and think that there is only one person whose costume might make Kurt reconsider. So this little drabble just kinda sprouted from that train of thought. This is a oneshot but if u guys like it, it MAY just become a two-shot! I dunno, it kinda rolled out of proportion... anyway, leave me a line!
WARNINGS: Sam is a little OOC
"But this is the only place with a mask that actually looks like HIS," Sam pleaded. He was whining and he didn't even care because this was Kurt and he always gave in after a little bit of nudging and a well-timed pout.
"So take it. Who's stopping you?" Kurt said nonchalantly. "I already have my back-up face-paint and I'm sure this fine gentleman can find me a wizards' hat of some kind." (Cue winning smile to freckly kid behind counter.)
"But that won't make any sense," Sam whined some more. "C'mon Kurt."
Kurt looked around helplessly. The whining was, thankfully getting to him, which meant it wouldn't be long before he caved.
Sam smirked. 'Just a little bit more,' he thought.
"You promised!" Sam reminded him, louder than warranted. "And what's the point if we don't even match?"
"Sam, stop it," Kurt hissed. "People are staring."
"And besides," Sam continued, ignoring Kurt's complaints. "You went as Alphabet last year, so wouldn't that be like, a crime against Halloween Fashion or something?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Please, please, please, please, PLEASE."
Kurt huffed. "It's not gonna happen Evans."
"But you'd look sooo sexy in it."
"I think my dad has had his fair share of heart-attacks already thank you very much," Kurt replied, arms still crossed over his chest.
Sam held the scaly green abomination up to him. "LOOK AT IT, BABE," he said excitedly, "Your ass would look, just," he made a cupping sign with his hands. "Unfff!"
Kurt's eyes were threatening to pop out of his head as he looked breathlessly at his tactless boyfriend.
"Uhm," the store-keeper piped up. "Here's that hat you wanted sir."
Kurt, with shaking hands, reached for the hat, mumbled a "thank you" and promptly proceeded to drop said hat.
The minute he bent over to pick it up, however, Sam began to yell.
"What the HELL do you think you're staring at?" Sam shouted at the poor boy.
"Sam!"
"Babe, be quiet," Sam shushed him. "And you, freckles, if I catch you checking out my boyfriend's ass again, I'm gonna put your head through yours, capiche?"
The poor boy looked like he had wet himself. He was trembling so badly he couldn't even form word, choosing to just nod instead.
Kurt knew what he had to do.
He put his fingers on the back of his boyfriend's neck and gently started rubbing in slow circles and whispered, "That's enough honey; he won't do it again. Thank you for being my hero."
Sam seemed to calm down.
"Come on babe," he said. "I don't want you wearing that Robin costume. You're hot enough as is and I can do without the competition."
"No Sam," Kurt stopped him. "I promised you we could be superheroes this year, and I intend to keep that promise."
Marching up to the counter he paid for Sam's outfit only, apologizing for Sam's temper in the process. If his man wanted to be Batman, then he would get to be Batman. And Kurt knew just what outfit to wear to complement that.
Superhero costumes usually sucked but for that leather-clad Feline Fatale.
Robin's pixie boots be damned, Kurt knew just what to dress up as for Halloween.