The Green Hornet
Title: The Green Hornet
Length: three-shot, currently consisting of 1405 words
Spoilers: The Green Hornet Movie, comics, radio drama, tv series, Blaine existing and his potential last name
Summary: Blaine Anderson, playboy extraordinaire, has just inherited everything upon his father's death-this includes the 'Journal Sentinel', the mansion, all of the money he could ever want, and, of course, Kurt-the crazy mechanic/jack of all trades and the most super awesome car...ever.
Rating: PG-13
note: no prior knowledge of Green Hornet needed, it shall all be explained
Author's note: hey, a three shot. All ready written and complete. This first part takes largely after the new movie, which was really good by the way-at least Jay Chou was really good, a finer example of Bruce Lee imitation I would be hard pressed to find- The next two parts explain more of what's happening in this part, and get in touch with the original Green Hornet stuff-so Blaine's actual personality finds more play time than this part actually assumes. enjoy!
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It all started when Blaine Anderson, scion of the Anderson journalistic empire, woke up…and his coffee was shit. Not literally, but it tasted thereof, and let’s just say that Blaine was pissed.
“Where the Hell is my Fucking Cappuccino!?” He cried as he exited his mini-mansion on the far side of his father’s estate. No one could hear him of course, for all of the servants were inside the actual mansion, on the other side of the pool which separated Blaine’s mansion from his fathers. Blaine ran across the warm concrete, hoping to go fast enough that his bare toes would not feel the repercussions of leaving his abode with no footwear.
Swinging the side door to his father’s mansion open again he screamed into the lesser-grand foyer. “Why is it…that on the day after my father dies…my first day of work…the worst day of MY LIFE…that I CAN’T GET A GOOD FUCKING CUP OF COFFEE! WHERE THE HELL IS THE GUY THAT NORMALLY MAKES MY COFFEE! IS HE SICK? IS HE GONE? DID HE SPIT IN MY COFFEE!” The maid who was standing on the stairs stood silent in shock, she had never heard the younger master swear before.
“You um…fired Kurt yesterday.”
“Who the hell is Kurt?”
“The mechanic…your coffee maker…You fired him yesterday with the rest of your father’s staff.”
“Damn. Um…two things-why the hell is the mechanic making the coffee? And secondly, I want you to rehire him right now. Immediately. I’ve got a long day ahead and if I have to go one more minute without my fucking coffee I’m going to scream rape, and being who I am, you are going to be tried, and put in jail.” The poor maid let out a small noise sounding vaguely like ‘meep’ but hurried to call back the mechanic.
Nigh on half-an-hour later Blaine was presentable, and dressed well, but his hair was still loose and curly. He sat on the front steps of the grand entrance to his father’s mansion, waiting for…Kurt…to come and show him how to make the coffee before he left for work. He had calmed down quite considerably after his screaming fit, and was now mm-bopping along to the songs that buzzed constantly around his head. He barely even noticed as a leather-jacket clad male pulled up on a motorcycle, not even a meter away.
Blaine did notice, however, when the motorcycle was turned off, and the figure on top of the bike arched his back as he took the helmet off of his head, tucking it under his arm and pulling out a small compact before flipping his hair with his left hand and checking the helmet hair-damage ratio. The man then glided off of the bike, his left leg reaching high into the air and over, bringing the man directly in front of him.
Blaine stood and offered his most charming smile.
“You must be Kurt.” Blaine said, offering his hand. Kurt smiled and received the hand warmly, shaking it only once before releasing his grasp.
“You must be Mr. Anderson.” They both stood awkwardly silent for a moment before Blaine asked to be told how to make the coffee. Kurt gave a small smile and said a simple ‘follow me,’ before beckoning Blaine forward and into Blaine’s father’s garage. Kurt led Blaine into a small kitchenette area, before opening up a cupboard, and showed Blaine the most extravagant coffee machine he had ever seen.
“So…this is the coffee machine…” Kurt said, blushing slightly and looking down at his hands, and at Blaine’s curious, speculative look he continued on. “Here, I’ll show you how it works.” Kurt quickly began to flip a few switches and watch as the machine whirred into life. They both watched as coffee beans were heated and ground into a fine powder before being pressed and filtered with steamed milk and water, a foaming cream reaching the top of the cup Kurt held at the bottom of the machine.
Blaine took his first sip and sighed in contentment, almost ignoring Kurt’s eager face. “This is…amazing. Really. You’ve outdone yourself.” He took another sip. “Where did you find that thing?” Blaine said, referencing the coffee machine. Kurt blushed, and leaned up against the kitchen table, his long legs reaching out in front of him and crossing delicately at the ankle.
“Oh…um…I made it…in my spare time. I’m just the mechanic here…and I have a fine taste…so most times I found the coffee lacking, and I needed that extra hit of espresso in the mornings…and so did your father sometimes…so he funded it…and I guess I just…”
“Wow!” Blaine interrupted, placing his small cup on the table and lightly grabbing Kurt’s elbow. “You made that? You have to be a…be a…genius or something. You have got to meet my friend Wes. I’m sure he’d absolutely adore you.”
“Um…Mr. Anderson, not to interrupt or anything, but…I really have to be going. I’m going job hunting today and…”
“Oh!” Blaine looked genuinely surprised. “Didn’t I tell you? You’re totally working for me now. I can’t live without your coffee, and even though you showed me how to work your…amazing machine…all of the instruments are written in Chinese or something. I can’t read that.” Blaine paused for a moment, trying to let the information sink in. “You can call me Blaine by the way. I have a feeling we’re going to be best buddies.” He said with a wry grin. Kurt tried not to let his heart sink; best buddies.
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They did indeed, turn out to be best buddies. The duo spent all of their free time together, and it was only part of the natural progression of things that they were bound to get drunk together at some point.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, as they sat in the back of one of his father’s favored cars. “Tell me honestly,” he said with nary a slurring of the tongue or sense of humor in sight, “what did you think of my father?”
Kurt paused for a moment, trying to find the best way to tell Blaine, caring and genuine and earnest Blaine, what he thought of Blaine’s father. Kurt decided to go with the less-than-subtle approach.
“He was a dick.”
Blaine, surprisingly, reacted with vigor. “I know right! God. He was such a jerk. He tore the head off of my action man figure once, just because trying wasn’t good enough. I was only trying to stick up for a girl!”
“Oh.” They lapsed into silence. “One time, your father wanted me to modify a car…his Rolls Royce…I eventually did it to all of the cars but…anyway…he wanted bullet-proof glass, titanium enforced siding…crazy shit…and then his stupid driver crashed the car…he blamed me for it.”
“Wow. Kurt…I…”
“It wasn’t even my fault! It was my first attempt! He was lucky he could save the car!”
“Kurt, that’s…”
“I mean, there’s no way a car can stand up to a fucking brick building!”
“Yeah, that’s completely unfair.” Kurt suddenly got very excited, and turned to Blaine.
“Wait here for a moment!” He called as he turned and opened the door, his ass swaying slowly as he crawled out of the car, cupped becomingly by his jeans that Blaine just new cost more than his own did. Kurt returned shortly after, kicking the door closed and raising a gun to the door. Blaine’s wide eyes and gaping mouth only lasted a moment as Blaine rushed forward.
“NO! Kurt! He wasn’t that much of a jerk! You don’t need to do this!” Kurt fired before Blaine could reach the door. The window didn’t even shatter and Kurt’s wide grin was all Blaine saw before he fell backwards onto the leather seat. “Oh shit.” He breathed, placing his hand over his still rapidly beating heart.
Kurt swung the door open. “C’mon Blaine! Out here! I have one more thing to show you!” Blaine slowly got out of the vehicle, his legs wobbling under him like jelly, but his flushed face and wide eyes betrayed his true emotions.
“That was so cool.” He whispered, taking in Kurt’s own flush of approval.
“Here.” Kurt whispered back, “watch this.” Kurt proceeded to shoot the tires of the car, and the air within them was quickly released, but to Blaine’s amazement the tire was filled back up almost as rapidly.
“Wow.” Blaine whispered, taking a stand behind Kurt and leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “My father was a paranoid one wasn’t he.” Kurt vainly attempted to control his automatic response of leaning into the almost-caress.
“yeah…he sure was.”
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