#spidey!kurt

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some spidey!kurt art in honour of nwh :))) im so excited to see it!!!

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Klaine Advent, Day 7: Grace

Series Title: Very Married

Summary: Written for Klaine Advent 2014. Snippets from the lives of mid-40’s Klaine. Because, why not? 

Word Count: 407

Catch Up if You Missed Them: Ache, Balance, Cloud, Dessert, Evening, Fall

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Spidey Sense

“Look, Kurt,” says Blaine. “There just isn’t any way to do this gracefully.”

“I refuse to give—" insists Kurt, before several coins fall from his pockets. They hit the theatre floor with a quick succession of jingles and plinks.

Kurt’s upside down, dangling a few feet above Blaine. Even though it’s just the two of them in the quiet space, Kurt can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he tries to keep his body from spinning in the malfunctioning harness. 

Somehow this all seemed easier years ago.

Then again, years ago he’d never imagined he’d one day direct a revival of this God-awful Spiderman musical.

What was he thinking?

“You know,” says Blaine, who’s now walking a ladder across the stage. “I kind of like you like this.”

“Hmm,” is Kurt’s noncommittal response. Irked, he jabs back, “Did anyone ever tell you how tiny you look from this angle?”

Blaine’s quiet as he sets up the ladder. “You’re lucky you didn’t fall,” he says, climbing. “And I’m not sure about safely getting you down, like this. What’s the plan, exactly?” 

Kurt crosses his arms. “The plan is ruined!” he says, melodramatically. He is excited about this musical, about the prospect of doing it and making it actually work, in spite of its horrible history.

The truth is, he’s running out of musicals involving harnesses. 

This one’s starting to make him nervous, though. His quick showcase to Blaine this morning, of how he was envisioning some of the stunts—to be simplified, of course, for his community troupe—seemed a little foreboding, to say the least. 

It takes Kurt a moment to realize Blaine’s still waiting there on the ladder. “What?” asks Kurt, with a bit more acid than he means.

“Nothing,” says Blaine. “Just letting you think.” But Blaine’s gaze is soft and wanting, as he reaches out gently to grasp the back of Kurt’s head. 

“Jesus, be careful.” It’s so damn easy to forget where they are. “Don’t fall!”

“We can’t not do this,” says Blaine, leaning in for the inverted kiss. He pulls away briefly to add, “Honestly, it’s the only reason to do the musical at all.” 

This time, Kurt reaches for Blaine, careful not to tug. How he’d love to flick his wrist and spin a safety net below them, a glimmering, tensile web. 

For now he tries to not get too lost in the moment, which in itself is quite the superhero feat.