“Oh, oh, I know! Do the Queen!”
“That’s considered incredibly rude in England,” Adam wittily replies, to which Kurt rolls his eyes with the quirk of his mouth.
“You know what I mean,” he says. “Fine. How about David Tennant?”
“You don’t honestly believe that I’m the Doctor, do you, Kurt? Please tell me that Santana has left you some of your class,” Adam jokes, passing Kurt a cheeky, wide-mouthed grin to Kurt, who glares at him with a firm pout.
“Just one?” Kurt begs. And, really, this is so unfair, Adam thinks. He can’t just look at me with that pout and those eyes knowing what he’s doing --
“Fine.” Adam gives in. “But just one. Then we’re going to see Safe Haven like you promised.”
Kurt scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, twisting his mouth to the left as he thinks. Slowly, a wicked grin starts to ease it’s way across his features, and he looks at Adam with such a devious look as his says, “Mick Jagger.”
Adam hesitates. “Not that one.”
“Oh, come on, Mr. Confidence,” Kurt says, exasperated. “You’ll tap your ass at me on the day we meet, but you won’t do a silly impression right before we go out on our date?”
Adam blinks. “Date?”
“Yeah,” Kurt answers. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? I’m sorry if I misinterpreted--”
“Of course!” Adam says, a little too hastily. In a calmer tone, he says, “Yes, of course it’s a date. I just didn’t -- Well, with what happened in the past...”
“I agreed to this for a reason, didn't I?” Kurt gives him a reassuring and stunning smile. He stands up and makes his way over to the closet, rummaging through his and his roommate’s clothing until he pulls out a thick, black leather jacket. “If you’re not going to do the impression, at least wear this. I think you’d look good in leather,” he says as he slips it over Adam’s T-shirt. When he’s finished, he quickly, almost shyly, kisses Adam’s cheek. Adam faintly registers the fact that Kurt had changed the subject, but he doesn’t have the time or state of mind to care.
“Well,” he says, a bit dumbly to his own ears, “okay then.”
Kurt smiles at him again. Adam watches as he grabs his own coat, shrugging it on, his cheeks a soft pink under Adam’s intense -- more like creepy, he tells himself later -- stare. However, just as they’re leaving the apartment, Kurt seems to loose all signs of shyness when he whispers into Adam’s ear, “For the record, you make a very attractive Mick Jagger.”
