A/N: Hello, lovelies! Am back. Here's a cute new thing for you to love/hate/whatever me for. Enjoy!
Kurt Hummel's deceptively kind-looking outside hid a surprisingly evil interior. He wasn't a bad person all the time, only during nights when he was performing elegant heists nobody else was able to. His alter ego, Silk, was the most silent and untraceable criminal in Lima, thwarted only by his archnemesis Maestro. Kurt majored in costume design in college, where he met his best friend Blaine Anderson. As dorm mates, they had learned each other's habits so well that it was impractical to not move in together. Blaine was the musical one of their duo, and Kurt relished in evenings spent listening to Blaine sing while he slaved away on new costumes for a production.
Kurt and Blaine knew each other almost completely. One might even think that they had been friends since childhood with how well they had bonded. They knew almost all of the other's secrets, including the fact that they were both gay. It didn't really matter to either one of them. One night it had casually come up in conversation and they had both kind of laughed when they found out. Kurt told Blaine about his current interest, an employee at the local coffee shop (which Blaine had no idea was just a lie to see if he'd get jealous), and Blaine had genuinely smiled.
To the day, they'd been living together happily. They liked the same television shows, snacks, sodas, even toothpaste. It was easy living and they split the rent. Blaine always jokingly asked Kurt where his family got all their money, and Kurt always would joke back with an extravagant answer. The latest line he'd used was "master train producers in a country discovering the perks of international trade". Their friendship was always lighthearted and easy.
On the night of Kurt's latest heist, he'd been grazed by a bullet during his getaway. He winced at the pain in his shoulder as he opened the door to their apartment, where Blaine was lounging on their sofa watching the news. Kurt smiled.
"Murder cases, huh? Anything interesting?"
Blaine turned to smile at his roommate.
"Not much. Just a couple cops down at First National Bank last week. Makes me glad I didn't follow my secret passion for being a police officer."
Kurt laughed at Blaine's joke.
"You kill me, Blaine. I bought ice cream, since someone decided to finish the last tub I bought."
Blaine looked mock-wounded.
"But Kurt, it was the Bachelor finale. You know that always gets me."
Kurt held up a fresh tub of mint chip ice cream, their mutual favorite.
"God, you're lucky I'm your best friend. No one else would condone your Bachelor-watching habits."
Blaine grinned.
"Grab a spoon for me? I'm suddenly feeling very emotional."
Kurt sighed, but relented and grabbed two spoons.
"I get some too, idiot. It's my paycheck that buys this crap."
Kurt flopped on the couch beside Blaine, ripping the lid off the container of the ice cream. He dug his spoon in, grabbing a huge chunk of it before Blaine could protest. He popped it in his mouth, savoring the characteristic minty flavor he'd loved since childhood.
"Jesus, Kurt. Do you need to eat half the damn ice cream in one bite?"
Kurt cackled wickedly.
"Always, but only to deprive my obsessed best friend."
Blaine pretended to wipe away an invisible tear.
"You wound me."
They began to channel surf, only pausing to snatch bites of ice cream.
"It's unfair how good mint chip is."
Kurt looked over at Blaine.
"It really is."
After finding nothing good on television, they simply turned it off. Blaine turned to face Kurt, and his face went from jovial to concerned very quickly.
"Kurt, what happened to your arm?"
Kurt winced, the wound having been forgotten.
"I… I scraped it. On a rough brick today."
Blaine looked skeptical, but didn't ask. He got up off the couch and headed for the bathroom, grabbing their first aid kit.
"Blaine, it's fine. You don't have to keep patching me up."
He looked up at Kurt from where he was cleaning the injury.
"You do it for me all the time. It's only fair."
Kurt sighed, tipping his head back onto the couch.
After a couple minutes, Blaine sat back up.
"There, now it can heal up properly. God forbid you get a scar."
Kurt laughed, draping his arm over his eyes.
"I guess you're right. I am a little OCD about my skin."
Blaine flopped back.
"A little? Kurt, you freaked out last week because you had a spot of chocolate on your face that nobody told you about."
Kurt stiffened.
"It was in plain sight! Everyone was asking if I had a mole I was just covering up."
By that point, Blaine was laughing.
"Ok, forget the chocolate mole. It was funny."
Kurt stood up and stretched, throwing his arms up over his head.
"I'm going to get some shut-eye. Work tomorrow and all."
Blaine glanced at the clock, which read 10:36 pm.
"You're right, I should get some rest too."
Kurt chuckled.
"How would you ever live without me always reminding you such important things?"
Blaine laughed again.
"I have no idea."
Kurt shot a quick smile at his friend.
"Thanks for the patch up, Doctor Anderson."
Blaine returned the smile.
"Any time, Kurt."