"Four more," Kurt said, panting from having managed to hula hoop for five minutes, which was the record for the day. "We've managed to get full points on the six events we've done so far. We can do this!"
"I love the enthusiasm." He kissed Kurt sweetly. "Where to next, darling?" He picked up their card from the student who had just stamped it. "We have Rock Climbing, Perfect Shot, Twisted Twister – whatever that is, Horseshoe, Three-legged Race, Figure-it-Out, Machine vs Man, and Human Transformation as our options."
Kurt smiled and took Adam's hand. "How did we get chosen as the pair to represent NYADA at this Collegiate Field Day in Central Park event anyway?"
"I'm pretty sure that one of the Apples submitted our names Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire style after they saw the Harry Potter theme this year."
"I see. You've been so enthusiastic about the whole idea. I thought you had signed us up for a chance at the prize. And you helped me come up with the idea for our mixed-house shirts when we couldn't decide on a single house to represent."
"Well, the prize does seem like a ton of fun, but alas, it wasn't I who entered our names. Looking for the striped polos at second-hand stores was your ingenious idea though. I found these amazing boots while on our quest for shirts. And our shirts are fantastic, which is all down to your sewing skills of being able to take the four shirts apart and put them back together with the front and one sleeve of one and the back and one sleeve of the other. No one would be able to tell that they didn't come this way."
"It does look pretty crazy, but it was fun. We need to make sure we take a few selfies." He looked at Adam's hair and remembered the lightening mark he had put on his forehead and chuckled." He pulled his Harry Potter glasses out of his pocket and put them back on. "We look do a little like Harry and Gilderoy."
"I've read fan fics with that pairing."
Kurt laughed. "I'm sure."
"What's your choice for our next adventure?"
"Let's go look at Twisted Twister. It could be fun."
They made their way through the group of college students who were participating and watching. They stopped in front of the Twister area.
"Oh, wow," Kurt said. "The spots aren't just on a mat on the ground. It's like being on the inside a box that's missing one side. So, what do you think?"
"Let's read the rules first."
They moved closer and Kurt began to read out loud. "Each player must place one appendage on a different surface at all times. If a player cannot manage to do so, they are eliminated. A round lasts for ten minutes. In order to win full points, both players must still be actively playing. Points will be prorated and awarded individually, and then combined."
"Let's watch for a couple of minutes," Adam said. He moved and stood so that his chest was pressed to Kurt's back and wrapped his arms around Kurt.
Kurt leaned back into him and relaxed. He turned his head and spoke quietly. "I actually think we'd be really good at this because unlike a lot of the people who are competing together, you and I have no qualms about any part of ourselves touching the other person. I think that would give us an advantage over that poor guy right now trying to move his arm without touching his partner's boobs."
Adam laughed. "You're right, darling. I'm sure there's not a singe place on me that you haven't already touched, all of which I'd be thrilled to have you touch again."
Kurt blushed. "Well, the feeling is mutual. Shall we go sign up?"
"I get to be all over you in public? Yes, sign me up," Adam said directly into Kurt's ear.
Kurt leaned into Adam's neck. "I'm glad we wore our dance belts for support and to protect the public from the very not-G-rated issue going on in my pants right now, which is sure to get worse when we get in that box."
Adam kissed Kurt on the neck. "Let's sign up before it gets too hard to participate."
"Very funny!" Kurt said as he rolled his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, they got their 100-point perfect score and they were both in desperate need of relief.
Adam picked up two of the bottles of water for the participants before they walked away from the table.
Kurt said, "We have to sit down somewhere so I can use all my willpower to be able to move on to the next event."
Once they were under a tree in the shade and had finished their water, Adam held the list with the map on it up again to look at.
Kurt pointed. "Shooting. Are you any good at that? That can't possibly get us all worked up again."
"I'm not bad. Let's go see."
They stopped in front of the Perfect Shot area and cracked up laughing. It was sponsored by FIT.
"We have to do this," Kurt said. "I know we can get full points – if you just do what I say."
"I can do that."
They stepped up and handed their card over and went behind the table.
"You get two minutes to look through the items. You can move them around on the table, but they can't be moved off the table."
They stepped up to the table. Kurt looked through everything on the table and quickly made five stacks.
"I layered them. You'll put on the first item in each stack. I'll put on the next one. And we just keep going alternating. Are you ready?"
Adam nodded.
"Time!" called out the person who was going to photograph them.
Kurt said, "We're ready."
She stepped behind the camera. "Every piece of clothing or accessory you put on has to actually show in the photo and it has to be on you in some way, not just laying across your shoulders or on top of your shoes or something."
"Got it," Kurt said.
"Yell 'Cheese!' each time you're ready for me to snap a photo. You both have to be inside that tape square on the ground."
Kurt nodded.
"On your mark, get set, go!" She started the 5-minutes countdown timer.
Adam moved and did just as Kurt had said. They moved to the square as quickly as possible and yelled "Cheese!" They repeated the process five times in just under five minutes. When the timer went off the people standing and watching started to clap.
The photographer said, "That was fantastic! We've not had anyone get more than half of the stuff on in five minutes."
"It's a gift," Kurt teased. "I'm the king of layers."
The photographer laughed. "I guess so."
Kurt and Adam picked up their card with their perfect score marked on it with the official stamp.
Adam said, "I'm pretty good at horseshoes. Let's go take a look at that."
Kurt wrapped his arm around Adam's waist and walked snuggled into his side as they looked at the map to see where to go. When they got there, Kurt cracked up laughing again.
"I see. Another great play on words by the New York Aquarium and the New School. I'm not sure I'm up for this though. This seems like something better suited for a smaller person than me," Adam said, looking over the colorfully painted papier-mâché shells.
"I agree. Some of those 'shells' are pretty small. I'm not even sure that I can crab walk in all of them. It's hysterical though."
They stood and watched for a few minutes as the couple competing put each 'shell' on and crab-walked to the next "shell", switched "shells" and kept going.
"Very fun, but not for us. Definitely a smaller girl and guy event. Let's go look at Figure-it-Out."
When they got to the area, they saw plastic plates being used at the playing pieces for a large version of Mastermind.
"Oh, I'm fantastic at this game, darling. I used to beat all of my friends and cousins."
"Perfect. Let's do it."
They moved closer to the table to read the rules, and then watched the two pairs that were already in line before them. Once it was their turn, Kurt moved behind the lacrosse net that had been covered with a tarp and placed five of the plates in a row. Adam moved into position and started with a pattern of red, orange, yellow, green, blue.
The runner for the game marked the side with two white and two black markers.
Adam tried again. Three black markers and two white. After a few more tries, he got five blacks. Kurt reset the plates and Adam started over. The second time took him a little longer, but the third only took him three tries to guess. They barely made the cutoff at 9m 43sec. The crowd cheered for them. They got their card stamped and their points put down.
"One last game," Kurt said. "What do we have the best chance at? I'd say Human Transformation, but we've tried couples Yoga at home and all we do is laugh and make out."
"That's true, but I do so love laughing and making out with you." Adam looked through the list and map again. "We didn't check out Machine vs Man. It's a little farther away."
"I figured that it some macho version of tug-of-war where we have to try to pull a car," Kurt said. "But several of them have been plays on words. Let's go look." Kurt took Adam's hand and starting swinging it between them and began to sing, "We're off to see the wizard..."
Adam laughed and began to hum along.
Kurt stopped dead in his tracks when he realized that the machine was a car, but instead of having to pull it, a bunch of its engine parts removed and were laying on a table. "This is just too easy," Kurt's voice was giddy with excitement.
"Easy in what way, darling? The car's engine is in pieces."
"Piece of cake!" Kurt declared. "Come on." He pulled them up to the table and gave the girl their card.
"Ready to give this a try? We've only had a few guys who finished today. Some engineering students from Columbia managed it after we gave them extra time. We had to dock their points for going over time, though." The older guy standing near the table with the parts on it picked up a parts list and a diagram and handed it to Adam.
"Oh, no. You've got that all wrong. I haven't a clue what to do with any of those parts."
"It's fine, sweetheart. I don't need a diagram. Come on." Kurt pulled him closer to the table.
"Wait," the man said. "You get 20 minutes."
"It won't take but 15, tops," Kurt said as he walked around the table. He rearranged the pieces on the table to suit himself. "I'm ready."
"I'll press the stopwatch whenever you pick up the first part. You both have to work on it or it doesn't count," the man pointed out.
"Got it." He turned to Adam. "Just do exactly what I say for the first piece. It's the easiest. He didn't say both people have to work on it equally."
Kurt reached for the hose he had put in the position farthest away from the engine. He explained to Adam exactly where to place it so that he could put the gasket on quickly. They continued to work that way with Adam holding the parts in place, as needed, and Kurt attaching it properly. At 13m 16s, Kurt put down the ratcheting screwdriver and declared that they were done. They stepped away from the table and let the man who had been standing there look at their work.
"That was impressive," he said. "I have a couple of openings if you're interested." He pulled out a business card for a repair shop and gave it to Kurt after he and Adam had finished cleaning their hands. "Alan Randall."
Kurt took the business card. "I'll think about it. I work as a singing waiter and at Vogue dot com right now."
"I'm positive that I pay better than either of those places."
Kurt chuckled. "I have all of my ASE certifications for cars and light trucks. I would imagine that you would."
He smiled. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"I'm 20. I just look younger than I am."
"Well, hell, even at 20, that's a lot of certifications."
"My dad owns a shop. I started learning how to fix cars when I was eight."
"Sounds like me. I'll let you get back to your activities. "Think about my offer though."
Kurt handed him the card back. "Write your offer for the position and the hours and I'll consider it." Kurt waited for him to hand it back.
"What's your name?"
"Kurt Hummel."
"Hummel. Hummel," he pondered. "Like Congressman Hummel."
"The one and only. He's my dad."
"Well, damn. He's my favorite congressman."
Kurt chuckled. "I'll tell him that he has a fan in the City."
"It was nice to meet you, Kurt. I have to undo what you did for the next guy in line."
"Nice to meet you as well."
Adam had already picked up their completed card when Kurt joined him at the table. "We have to go to the area where the food trucks and music are set up to turn our finished card in. We've got about 45 minutes before they announce the winners.
"I'm starving. Let's pick something from the food trucks and share it."
"Sounds delicious," Adam wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders.
Kurt slipped his arm around Adam's waist. "We make a good team."
"We do. And you are super sexy putting a car back together. Why didn't I know that you were a certified mechanic?"
"I guess it just never came up in conversation. You knew I worked at my dad's shop."
"I did. I just never asked what you did. You're so organized. I just figured that you kept the paperwork and did the invoices and paychecks."
"I did that when I was too young to work as a mechanic, but not the payroll. Just keeping all of the paperwork organized. Scanning invoices, doing inventory, placing orders. Stuff like that."
"Mmm. Something smells good," Adam said. He looked across the grassy area towards where the food trucks were parked along the road. "Gyros. That sounds delicious. Care to split one with me?"
"Sure." Kurt scanned down the line of trucks. "Ooh, I haven't had a funnel cake in ages. Let's split one of those too."
"I have no idea what it is, but with the word 'cake' in it, I'm assuming that it's a dessert, so I'm sure I'll like it. I haven't met one yet that I didn't."
They took their food and sat down next to each other near the tent where they had turned in their completed card in in the row marked for the official contestants. Other teams began to fill in the space along the front with them and a lot of the people who had been playing for $1 per game filled in the seats behind them.
At 2:00, a guy who appeared to be in his mid-30s stepped outside the front of the tent. "I'd like to thank everyone who came to participate in the Collegiate Field Day in Central Park event. Would the representatives of the participating colleges please stand up?"
Kurt and Adam stood along with the others.
"Thank you."
Everyone sat back down.
"As you all probably know, this year's event has been sponsored by the Harry Potter Societies from several of the participating schools and the winner this year will be taking a four day, three night trip to Orlando to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter Theme Park during fall break in October."
Everyone applauded and cheered.
"We also have Harry Potter themed prizes for the second and third place collegiate teams, as well as each of the top teams in each game, regardless of whether the team was an official team from a New York City college. These range from Harry Potter apparel to an autographed complete set of the Harry Potter books."
There was more cheering.
"So, without further ado, we'll start with the collegiate winners. Each pair was allowed to choose ten games. In third place, each winning a Hogwarts robe of their house choice – Mario Fuentes and Elizabeth Jackson from NYU."
They stood up and waved at the crowd.
"In second place, each winning a wand from Olivander's in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and a Hogwarts robe in their house choice – Jarvé Edwards and Ally Liu from CUNY Bronx campus."
They stood and waved.
"In first place, scoring perfect scores in their ten games – Kurt Hummel and Adam Crawford from NYADA."
Even though they had gotten full marks at each game, Kurt was surprised. He and Adam stood up and waved before they sat back down.
Adam wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders and leaned in to speak directly into his ear. "I know where I'm going first."
"Honeydukes."
Adam kissed below his ear. "You know me so well, darling."