Kurt was pacing back and forth across the roof of the Daily Planet, hands fidgeting at his sides as he tried to keep his breathing in check.

“You’ll be fine,” he muttered to himself. “You’ll be fine, totally fine, completely fine.”

He stopped and stared up at the cloudless night sky.

“Shit.”

Kurt continued his pacing beneath the Planet’s slowly rotating golden symbol, a replica of the Earth emblazoned with the paper’s name that shone brightly as a beacon for the city beneath. It was, in fact, Kurt’s favorite place in Metropolis. He loved coming up to the roof and looking out at the city, the bustle and noise quieted to a low hum. It was the perfect spot to stop and think, to reevaluate. But tonight Kurt’s thoughts were one giant jumble, with only one thread connecting them: Superman.

From the first moment he had seen the red and blue clad hero fly by, Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about him. Kurt prided himself on his worldliness, his inability to be surprised. He thought he understood his world and everyone in it. But Superman blew all of his assumptions away. First off, he was a man who could fly. He had powers that no human being did. But more than that, he used those powers to help people. Kurt obviously believed in being a good person, in doing his best to make the world a decent place. He had left fashion journalism for investigation because that was where he could make a difference. He hoped that his reporting helped make Metropolis a better place by routing out corruption, but he wasn’t deluded. First and foremost he wrote because he loved it, it wasn’t a wholly selfless act. Kurt had never known a person that was that selfless. Even growing up amongst soldiers, who were undeniably all heroes, he had never met a person who was truly… good. But then here was this man that did everything in his power, power heretofore unknown on Earth, to help people that he had never met. He dedicated his entire life to the point of losing his own identity.

Kurt stopped pacing to stare out into the city, the buildings aglow like Christmas trees. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he took in the sight of his favorite city. He felt like an idiot, pacing the rooftop like a teenage girl before a first date.  

“Seriously Hummel,” he chided himself, “just because he’s probably the nicest person on the planet, and he’s saved your life, and he can FLY, and he’s ripped, and dear god those tights….” He shook his head. “Anyway, just because he seems perfect does not mean you can be unprofessional about this. Pull yourself together, you’re a Pulitzer-nominated journalist, you’re Kurt fucking Hummel, and this is just an interview… I mean, it’s not like he’d have feelings for you anyway. He’s probably straight. Even though he does wear the campiest outfit I’ve ever seen… But even if he wasn’t, he’s a superhero. They don’t date. And I’m probably not even his type…” 

Kurt’s mumbling trailed off as he got lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly, a swift breeze and a whooshing sound blew across the roof. Kurt turned on the spot and looked up just in time to see Superman hovering before him.

“Good evening, Mr. Hummel.”

 “Um… hi…” Kurt coughed. “I mean… hello. Uh, what should I… what should I call you?”

Great Kurt, very professional, not idiotic at all. How did you even get this job? Focus!

Blaine smiled down at him. “Well, I guess the name you gave me is as good as any. I don’t want to seem immodest, though…”

“Since you’re currently floating in midair, I think the name fits, Superman.”

Blaine blushed slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Hummel.” He slowly lowered himself to stand on the roof in front of Kurt, though still an inch or so off the ground to maintain the illusion of extra height. Kurt didn’t notice. “So, I figured there must be a lot of questions about me that people would like to know the answers to.”

Kurt nodded, pulling his notebook and a pen out of his back pocket. “Right. Well, I guess we could start with your vital statistics.”

“Vital statistics?”

“Yes, like your age?”

“Well, I’m older than 21….”

Kurt looked up. “Oh… I guess you don’t want people to know…. If there’s anything you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.” He looked into the hero’s eyes, trying to convey a sense of trust to put him at ease, to make it clear that Kurt was on his side.

Blaine nodded. Neither of them spoke for a moment, but their eyes stayed locked. Kurt had originally thought Superman’s eyes were simply a hazel, but he now realized they contained every color imaginable, blues and greens and yellows mixed with deep browns and honey. They were most magnetic eyes he had ever seen.

“Um… Mr. Hummel, you can ask me another question, if you’d like.”

“How big are you?” Blaine’s eyes widened. Kurt made a small gasp, shaking his head quickly and looking down at his notes in embarrassment. “I mean… how tall are you?”

Blaine looked down towards his feet, trying not to blush. He had no desire to tell Kurt how tall, or more accurately short, he really was. “Maybe we could skip the vital statistics.”

“Right. So, you can fly, you’re super strong, you’re super fast, impervious to pain… anything else?”

“Well, I if we’re going with the adjective “super,” I have super hearing. And I guess super vision? I can see far away and very close, like a telescope and a microscope.”

Kurt jotted all of this into his notebook, mumbling “telescopic vision, microscopic vision…”

“Um… I have heat vision. Which is nice, it means I don’t need to own a microwave.” Blaine chuckled a bit, attempting at humor, but Kurt was in his journalistic zone. “And x-ray vision.”

Kurt looked up. “X-ray vision?”

Blaine nodded. “Yep. I can, uh, see through things.”

Kurt’s eyes widened. Without even thinking he dropped his notebook to cover his crotch, mentally thanking his past self for putting on black boxer-briefs that morning instead of his more garish, but more comfortable, pink underwear. Blaine’s eyes followed Kurt’s notebook down, but immediately popped right back up to Kurt’s face, schooling his own into a neutral expression as he tried not to think about what had just happened.

“Um, and uh… oh, and ice breath.”

That worked to break the tension. Kurt laughed incredulously. “Ice breath? That’s ridiculous.”

Blaine laughed sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess it is. Comes in handy when I need to keep a drink cold.”

“So you’re a beer kind of guy?”

“Not usually. Besides, I never drink when I fly.”

Kurt’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. The more he talked to this man, the more his crush grew. He was just so charming and endearing. Kurt couldn’t believe that someone who flew around the city shooting lasers from his eyes like a mythical god could be so… likeable.

Kurt looked over at this puzzling man, his incredulity clear on his face. “Where do you come from?” he asked quietly, without thinking.

“I’m from, um, pretty far away”

“Oh.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment as the information set in.

Blaine was the first to speak. “I mean, I grew up… here. But Does that… does that bother you?”

Kurt thought for a moment, his eyes on his notebook. Here was this amazing man who spent his time saving people he didn’t know, a man who was charming and sweet and, yes, incredibly good-looking. Did it matter that he wasn’t human? Hell, he was better than most humans, he was a hero.

Kurt looked up, meeting Blaine’s eyes and giving him a reassuring smile. “Of course not.”

Blaine seemed to visibly relax, smiling back at Kurt.

Kurt suddenly realized they had gone off-topic and his professional demeanor was quickly failing. He cleared his throat. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, and this is just for, you know, inquiring readers: why are you here?”

Blaine chuckled. “Well, would it be too corny if I said I was here to fight for truth and justice?”

Kurt snorted. “Yeah, probably.”

“It’s true, though. I mean, I can leap tall buildings in a single bound and outrun a bullet, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just sat back and let bad things happen when I could easily help out.”

Kurt was baffled. “How are you even real?” he mumbled.

“Um, sorry?”

“I mean, really. I’ve seen a lot in my life but I have never met anyone as moral as you. You’re like… you’re like some hero from a Saturday morning kids’ cartoon show. It’s insane.”

“Well, I do fly around in a cape, I guess it comes with the territory.”

Kurt had to stop himself from melting at Blaine’s self-deprecating grin.

“Besides, Mr. Hummel,-“

“Kurt. You’ve saved my life enough times, you can call me Kurt.”

“Alright, Kurt. Besides, hopefully by doing what I can to make the world a better place, I can be a role model for the people of Metropolis. Maybe more people will do good if they see me doing it.”

“Wow, you’re more idealistic than Blaine.”

Blaine’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, but he tried to cover it with a shy smile.

“So, who’s Blaine?”

“Oh, um, he’s no one. Just a guy I work with. You’d get along, he’s a big boy scout just like you are.”

Blaine couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward towards Kurt. “Ah. So this idealistic reporter is just… a friend?”

Kurt gulped as he realized just how close they were now standing, his eyes darting from Blaine’s to his broad chest and back again.

“Yes. Just friends. He’s, um, not my type.”

Blaine gave Kurt a sly grin. “So… if I’m not being too forward… what is your type?”

Kurt’s eyes widened. Is Superman flirting with me?!

Blaine had no idea what was compelling him to flirt with Kurt. He chalked it up to momentary insanity caused by the reporter’s dazzling blue eyes and his far too-tight pants.

Kurt’s brain seemed to have short-circuited. For once in his life, he couldn’t find the right words. All he could do was stare at the tempting lips of the man in front of him.

Blaine’s smile dropped at Kurt’s deer-in-headlights expression. He took a step back.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hummel. That was too forward of me.”

Kurt took a deep breath, thinking a bit easier now that there was more space between them. He also noticed that Blaine was near the edge of the roof, looking as if he about to leave.

“Oh no, no, it’s fine! Please don’t go yet!”

Blaine gave him a curious look. “Do you have any more questions?”

Kurt sighed. He knew he had enough to write a decent front-page, above the fold, piece that would have the whole city talking. But also wasn’t ready to say good-bye yet.

“Listen, I’m not going to pretend that I know what it’s like, being able to do what you do, going out everyday and risking yourself to save people you’ve never met. But I do know that it has to be hard, especially when you can’t even use your real name or have a personal life.”

Blaine smiled softly. Kurt continued to surprise him. He knew he was falling hard and fast for this man.

“Anyway, if you ever need to talk, totally off the record, I’m here. Remember that you have a…” (Kurt couldn’t stop his eyes from roving once more over the tight-fitted costume)“-friend. You have a friend.”

Kurt stepped forward and put out his hand to shake, his eyes back on Blaine’s. Blaine tried to quiet the butterflies in his stomach as he shook Kurt’s hand, ignoring the feel of electricity between them and the smell of Kurt that was so potent when they stood so close.

“Thank you Mr. Hummel. I mean, Kurt. I look forward to reading the article.”

Blaine gave one last smile before he slowly lifted off the roof and turned to fly off. Kurt stood beneath him, staring up in awe, frozen in place for a good five minutes as the events of the interview played back in his mind.

Holy shit. I just interviewed Superman. SUPERMAN! And wow, he’s unbelievable. And not just the flying and ice breath. And seriously, who has ice breath? Oh wow, Blaine is going to be so jealous. I bet Superman is his little idealist hero. But who can blame him? The guy is basically perfect. And hot. Shit, was he hot. And was he… flirting? No. No way. He wouldn’t…

Kurt stared out into the sky, trying to see if he could glimpse a flying figure amidst the Metropolis skyline. As he thought back to the man he had just interviewed, he made a startling revelation.

“Holy crap… I know that suit was tight but… oh yeah, he was definitley flirting…”