The Green Hornet (2/3)
Title: The Green Hornet
Length: three-shot, this part consisting of 1045 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: R(for language)
note: no prior knowledge of Green Hornet needed, it shall all be explained
After the drinking and car fiasco, Blaine soon discovered that he wasn’t the only one with daddy issues.
“Mr. Anderson was always pulling my dad around; he never spent any time with me anymore…at least…not since my mom died.” Kurt said to Blaine the morning after over some freshly brewed coffee. “It was at that point that the really old chauffer took me under his wing.”
“Okay, um-“ Blaine interrupted, “who?” Kurt looked surprised for a moment, but insight was not to be left alone.
“I guess you wouldn’t have known him. He went back to…China? Japan? Somewhere Asian a couple years ago. He was your grandfather’s chauffer way back when, and he kinda stuck around to keep an eye on your dad, or so he told me anyway. I think he just didn’t want to leave his cars. They were practically his children, he’s how I got into mechanics actually.” Kurt said with a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee.
“Huh. I thought your dad was the mechanic?” Blaine asked cautiously as he sipped from his own cup, shivering in delight as the warm liquid caressed his tongue.
“He was, but the chauffer had been here forever, and sometimes Dad wanted someone to look after me…and so chauffer did…he and Dad switched off shifts in the garage.”
“Oh…that’s cool.”
“So dad just wasn’t…around much.” Kurt said lamely, tears shimmering just below the surface and his lower lip quivered pitifully, catching Blaine’s full attention.
“That like…seriously sucks man. At least my dad cared enough to hang out with me…sometimes…” Blaine said as he finished his coffee, not even minding the fact that it was now cooling down; because it was so awesome.
“Oh, dad was around, it’s just that he and I didn’t have much in common, and so we didn’t tend to hang out, he was always too busy for me.”
“Oh.”
“Hey,” Kurt began, suddenly brighter than before, “do you wanna go catch a movie?” his large, puppy-like eyes that looked up towards Blaine beseechingly beckoned to Blaine, and as though he were in a trance, Blaine replied.
“Sure.”
One check of the movies available and their time listings and Blaine and Kurt were on their way. Kurt had forced Blaine into a green waistcoat and a dark trench coat. He gave Blaine a small mask that covered his eyes and a bowler’s hat. Something about cosplaying as the ‘Riddler’.
Some might say it was very serendipitous of them to have been going down that one specific road at that one specific time, some might say it was fate, Kurt simply said it was good planning.
“HELP!” a young woman shouted as a small group of thugs grabbed onto her various extremities. Blaine watched, wide-eyed from the safety of the shotgun position in the car they had taken out of Blaine’s newly acquired collection of cars.
“We have go back and help her.” Blaine whispered as they came up to a stop sign.
“Blaine, we’re out numbered, under-armed, and the thugs are obviously pretty confident in their abilities if they’re attacking her in the middle of the day in the street.”
“yeah, but Kurt, we can’t just leave her there!” Blaine insisted. Kurt pulled the car over, turning his head to look directly into Blaine’s eyes and search for the determination that he needed to know was there.
After he found it, he said one word: Okay, and switched gears, driving backwards for half a block and whizzing around a corner, switching gears once again and pressing the car forward as fast as it would go.
“HOLY SHIT! KURT!?” Blaine shouted, clutching the car door’s handle and bracing himself.
“If we’re going to help her we’re doing it in style!” Kurt said, changing gears again and twisting the wheel, skidding across the ground and stopping just before the group of thugs, who had stopped their actions, and instead stared at the vehicle in awe.
Kurt smirked at them once before unbuckling Blaine’s seat belt and brushing off the lapels of his coat. “All right, now I want you go out there and beat them up. Tell them they can’t infringe on your territory-make sure they know it’s the streets you’re referencing and not the broad.” He gave him one last push to his shoulder and pushed him out the door.
Blaine stood awkwardly for only a moment.
“FUCKING A! IT’S THE GREEN FUCKING HORNET” One of the thugs shouted.
“Um-I’m terribly sorry, but I think you have assumed me to be someone-“
“NO IT’S GOTTA BE THE DEBONAIR WARBLER!”
“No, I really think that-well…actually…Please release this young madam at once!” Blaine said in the sternest voice he could muster. He couldn’t hear Kurt giggling from the car. He tried to muster his courage, but as it always happens when fear persists, Blaine slipped into his ‘too-polite-mode’, “And…I would beseech you to desist your proclamations of my identity…and it would be very helpful if you would not invade my…um…terf…anymore?”
“I guess you’re right.” The first thug said to the second. “The Green Hornet never seemed like a pussy in the papers.”
“You did not just call me a fucking pussy you dickhead!” Blaine roared and socked the thug in the eye. Before the others in the group could even react he had kicked the second thug in the groin and dragged the third by the nose into the fourth, forcing them to tumble to the ground and groan in agony.
The previously forgotten female stood amazed. Blaine raised himself from his crouched position and dusted off the coat that Kurt had so lovingly loaned him from Kurt’s own closet. He took a step forward and grasped her hand, raising it to his lips and pressing them to her quivering fingers.
“Don’t go walking out alone anymore, all right?” Blaine asked, but did not wait for a reply as he dropped her hand and jogged over to the passenger side of the car, hurrying in as fast as he could before the thugs would get up from the ground.
All Kurt could do was grin as he sped away, Blaine’s own hands shaking as he clutched any handles within the car that he could and braced himself once more. Everything was going according to plan.
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