Summer air pressed warm against his flesh, all hot and sticky surrounding him. Every time the wind blew by it was like gasping in a breath-a breath that smelled of sweet flowers, tasted like dripping ice cream, and sounded like gentle laughter. 

Blaine sighed, tucking his hand deeper into his short's pocket, watching the world as he walked with a goofy smile on his lips. His other hand was loosely held in Kurt's, whose head was turned away towards the shops, and he gave it a squeeze. Kurt looked towards him, and with the flash of a smile Blaine's heart started beating faster and he ducked closer to nuzzle Kurt’s neck and kiss his cheek.

"Blaine," Kurt laughed, trying to dance away. 

"Mm?" he hummed innocently, kissing his cheek again and then brushing his hand over Kurt's side so that he giggled, simply because Blaine adored the sound.

"Blaine," Kurt said again, breathless, and slipped his hand free to move away. "Didn't you promise Coop that you'd be home before dinner?"

"He can wait," Blaine said, holding out his hand.

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed it again, intertwining their fingers. "Troublemaker."

Blaine just laughed. The afternoon sun slanted across him and warmed his skin, the light turning the world bright and golden. Kurt loved watching the shadows dancing across Blaine's face, the way that his features scrunched up in the light. Blaine loved the way the sunlight looked in Kurt's hair, how bright it made his eyes. It always became their back and forth game, sneaking glances whilst the other looked away. 

The walk home was filled with bright, colourful flowers peaking out of hanging baskets and drooping from bushes. Twinkling lights were strung in every shop, not yet turned on with the afternoon glow still lighting up the sidewalks. The pair paused to look through shop windows, peering in at pastries and garden statues, endless rows of records and coffee shops buzzing with life. Upbeat music played softly in every store, and Blaine would hum along, setting his chin on Kurt's shoulder as Kurt would look in through the windows and Kurt would try his hardest not to laugh or sing along with him, a smile curving his mouth. 

"You're too cute," Kurt grinned as they paused outside of a bookshop that was playing some top-forties song and Blaine pressed close to him, lips against his ear, shaking with laughter as he sang along. 

Blaine just laughed harder and kissed his cheek before tugging Kurt's hand to keep them moving. 

By the time they actually reached the house Blaine had managed to charm the woman at the florists cart into giving him a rose-to which he immediately, and dramatically, presented to Kurt a moment later, receiving a cooing, "Awe" from the woman and an adorable blush from Kurt. He'd also brought home a package of cinnamon rolls for his brother, hoping to make up for their late arrival with a bit of sweetened bribery. 

As soon as they walked in through the door, Coop was attacking them with a bear-hug, arms thrown around Blaine and Kurt and squishing the package between them so that it nearly caved in on itself. 

"Food, Cooper!" Blaine squeaked. 

Coop let him go, plucked the package from his arms with one hand, and reached out to ruffle Blaine's curls with the other. Blaine rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair to fix it, and looked up just in time to see Cooper attempting to do the same to Kurt. As soon as Kurt had seen the hand heading for his hair he'd ducked away, glaring at Coop as though he'd been trailing a weapon at his head and must have been insane. Blaine couldn't help but grin, hiding it behind his hand when Kurt looked over, because he just loved how utterly Kurt he was. 

"You're late," Cooper said, moving into the kitchen and flipping open the lid on the package as he went. With a smirk he pulled out one of the sticky cinnamon buns and bit off a large chunk.

"We got distracted," Kurt answered, admiring his rose. "And Blaine's a romantic."

"No denial from me," Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt close to press their lips together. Kurt hummed happily against his mouth, one hand around Blaine's waist and pulling him closer.

"Keep it PG please, boys," Cooper said loudly. "We are going to be enjoying dinner."

"If you don't enjoy all those cinnamon buns before we actually eat," Blaine muttered.

Coop scoffed dramatically, shoving another bite into his mouth with a huff and then closing the package and making a show of pushing it off to the side. "Content, Squirt?" he said, folding his arms over his chest. "You know I am the adult here."

"Alright, Coop," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. 

When the three of them sat down to eat dinner-Kurt beside Blaine and unconsciously leaning into him, their feet tangling under the table-Coop started babbling on about some audition role he had gone to for a good ten minutes, to which Blaine nodded along as politely as he could as his brother went into extensive detail about how amazing he had been. "So how was your day?" Cooper finally asked, looking between them before his brow furrowed and he added, "Anything interesting happen?"

Blaine wanted to sigh into his food. True, his brother had become more understanding since he found out about the whole Silver Spark scenario, but he'd become equally more worrisome and overprotective as well. A single paper-cut would send him into a panic.

"I mean, I thought I overheard something about Silver Spark at a bank robbery downtown..."

"I'm sure you did," Blaine mumbled into his meal, staring at the table.

Kurt set a gentle hand on Blaine's knee and squeezed it lightly. The touch was reassuring. "Nothing too big," he said, speaking to Coop. "It was a simple break in by a bunch of amateurs who didn't realize what they were up against."

The corner of Blaine's mouth turned up slightly as he pushed food around his plate with his fork, picturing the mixture of terror and utter surprise on the robbers' faces when Silver Spark had crashed into the room, as confident as ever, and simply tilted his head. Of course, he'd had to resist the urge to smirk and say, "Boo" and instead went for a simple, "Hello". When they had regained their composure somewhat, they'd seemed to have had the impression that taking on somebody in a super-suit would be a good idea and even easy-totally shocking, but true for many who decided to break the law.

So, of course, when Kurt had been the one to snap on the handcuffs not too long after, Silver had just caught a glimpse of the smug look on his face just before he disappeared.

"Did you get hurt?" Cooper said seriously.

"I'm fine, Coop," Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

There was a pause, and then, "Did you kick their asses?"

The corner of his mouth twitched up. Same old Cooper. "Pretty much," Blaine grinned.

The doorbell chimed through the house. Cuddled up against Kurt, Blaine looked towards Coop to see if he was moving to open it, only to find his brother staring at him intently. Blaine shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to look away, but his brow just furrowed deeper and he pressed his palms together. 

"Yes, Cooper?" Blaine said slowly.

"Who's at the door?"

"I...don't know...?" Blaine replied, his tone unsure. He glanced at Kurt, seeing if he was missing something, but Kurt looked just as confused-and maybe a bit more amused-as him.

"Aren't your like, Spidey-senses tingling or something?"

Blaine could feel Kurt shaking with laughter against his side. "What?"

"You know, your superhero-sixth-sense? The Spidey-sense?"

Kurt had his hand held over his mouth, hiding a smile in his palm and muffling his laughter. Blaine stared at his brother. "It doesn't work like that."

"Well, are you going to answer the door then, Blainers?"

Blaine sighed and untangled himself from his boyfriend. "I'll be back then," he mumbled. Kurt smirked and pulled him down by the shoulders to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before settling back down comfortably into the couch.

Whoever it was knocked on the door as Blaine approached. Knowing that if there was any real danger the suit would have notified him, Blaine pulled open the door. Wesley smiled down at him as soon as it was opened. "Anderson," he said in way of greeting, "puppy-ish as ever."

Blaine rolled his eyes and stepped aside so that Wes could enter. Following the sounds of Kurt and Coop's voices from the living room, Blaine trailed after him, fiddling with his bowtie as he walked. Kurt turned around at the sound of approaching footsteps, resting his arms on the back of the couch, and waved at Wes when they walked in. Blaine grinned at the ground. Just when he was sure Kurt Hummel was as adorable as he could possibly be, he did one thing more to set his heart racing. 

"Heart-eyes alert," Wes muttered, nudging him in the side.

"Shut up, Wesley," Blaine said, but he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. Settling down next to his boyfriend, Blaine leaned in close so that he could press his lips to Kurt, whose hand reached out and intertwined with his, warm palm flat against warm palm. When their mouths moved apart and he opened his eyes again he was caught in that split second when nothing existed except for the boy in front of him. The world was just nebula-eyes blinking brightly at him, and the curve of his soft lips slightly parted, and the feeling of his hand fitting in his like a puzzle piece.  

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and he blinked, regaining himself. Coop and Wes were talking to one another, Wesley having taken up camp in the last remaining chair in the room, but Blaine wasn't taking in what they were saying. 

"I love you," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine smiled, looking down at their hands between them. "I love you, too."

Kurt ran his thumb over Blaine's knuckle, ghosting it over a recent scar he'd earned from a rather nasty fight involving two thieves-and one obscenely large canine-not that long ago. His hands were snaked with little white scars-too faded to be noticed but still there if you squinted hard enough-from years of being Silver. Even as Kurt's thumb traced over his hands, he could see the similar scars on Kurt's own fingers. Blaine could pick out a few that he had pressed his lips lightly to on quiet nights spent alone in his room with Kurt, who had laughed and told him about falling out of a tree when he was younger, or about slip-ups in training. Others curled around his hands, barely there at all, like long forgotten stories clinging desperately in hopes of being told. 

"...Silver Spark...? Yeah, busted a robbery..."

Blaine perked up, eyes shifting to look at Kurt who was absently admiring the table now, head turned in Wes' general direction. Flashing him a look out of the corner of his eye, Blaine settled back into the couch, trying not to look too stiff.

"Badass of the year, right?" Coop was saying, looking much more comfortable than Blaine felt, and grinning goofily. 

"Ultimately!"

He could see the corner of Kurt's mouth twitching at their words. 

"You think anybody knows who he is?" Wes asked suddenly. 

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt Kurt squeeze his hand again but the nerves never did go away. There was a reason it was called a secret identity, and he knew that Wes would never tell anyone, but after the danger Coop and Kurt had both been placed in, Blaine didn't want to take the chance with somebody else. 

"Who knows," Kurt said.

"I kind of hope so," Wes said. "It would suck to have to do that all on your own. Especially after all that super-villain Acid and Smash bullshit. The guy should at least have somebody he can lean on."

"I don't think he's alone," Coop said. Blaine peeked open his eyes, watching through his lashes. "I mean, he's gotta have at least somebody around him that he can rely on. And even if he didn't, he's got to know that he has a whole city full of people there to support him. Silver Spark is a hero, maybe not as cool or well-dressed as the other comic-book superstars, but he's...he's a spark," Coop said, grinning at his own pun, "and he keeps on glowing."

The sky outside had turned dark, the pink and blue sunset streaked sky painted over to reveal the rich colours of the night, stars peeking through the clouds passing over like winking eyes. In the living room, lit with a warm glow of light and lively with chatter and a crackling fire in the corner, Blaine was nearly asleep, curled up on the couch with Kurt wrapping his arms around him. Between the fire, Kurt, and the blanket draped over the two of them, Blaine was contently cozy and ready to fall asleep. 

Kurt had one hand in Blaine's hair, absently playing with his curls, his other still held in Blaine's.

"'m tired," Blaine murmured, already half drunk with sleep.

Kurt yawned, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sleepy smile. "Me too," he said, moving the hand in Blaine's hair away so that he could rub his eyes.

Blaine snuggled closer, lifting his own free hand to rub his eyes before curling up into a ball. He could feel Kurt's laughter, his body pressed so close to the other boy's chest, and Blaine furrowed his brow, turning over again to look back up at him. "Wha'?"

"Nothing...you're just cute when you're tired," Kurt said.

Flushed slightly, Blaine rolled back over, aiming a grin at the ground.

It was nice to have a night off. No blaring security alarms, no chasing people down, no worrying that Kurt wasn't okay, and being home in one piece wasn't too bad either. To have a break from all the noise and commotion was peaceful. It wasn't as though he wasn't happy to be helping, but it could get tiring sometimes. And sometimes, it was just a lot to have all that weighing on his shoulders, though at least he did have people to carry the weight with him. He was glad the world was full of heroes, the people-kind and the super-kind. It made things just a bit easier. 

Blaine let his eyes droop closed, let his body relax as Kurt shifted behind him, one arm draping over Blaine's side, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles over his arm. Blaine could feel the rise and fall of Kurt's chest against his back. He could hear the soft breaths escaping through his lips, feel it stirring the hair at the base of his neck. He could feel the warmth of his skin as it ghosted over his own, the gentle touch of his hand. Their feet tangled together under the blanket, crossed together like that of one body. Even with the murmur of voices and the hiss of the dying fire, it felt as though they were alone, hidden in another world that nobody but them could reach.

They were both nearly asleep when something sharp nipped at the back of Blaine's neck. Not a moment later he heard a soft beep, almost humming through his brain. His neck felt tingly, little pin-pricks chasing over his skin like blunt needles pressing into numb flesh. The beeping went off again, slightly louder this time, like a persistent alarm clock and Blaine sighed, Kurt stirring behind him.

"Something wrong?" he whispered, voice slightly rougher with sleep dragging on it. 

Blaine didn't speak but lifted his hand to silently tap the back on his neck and he felt Kurt's chest as he exhaled. 

His tired eyes flickered towards Cooper and Wesley across the room, both of them slouching in their chairs. Blaine's groggy head was trying to think of an excuse when he felt Kurt shifting behind him, sitting up on the couch with his hand still in Blaine's. Sleepily rubbing his eyes, Blaine looked towards him with his brow furrowed just as Coop and Wes turned towards them at the sound of movement.

"Blaine and I are just gonna head upstairs," Kurt said. 

It took Blaine a second to follow along. Faking a yawn, he slouched against Kurt as though too exhausted to stay up on his own and nodded his head. "'m tired," he mumbled almost incoherently, letting his eyes fall shut again as he rested against the other boy's frame.

"Don't fall asleep before you get there, Blaine," Wes laughed.

Through half closed eyes he could see Coop looking at him with a sort of understanding. "Get some rest, Squirt."

"Mhmm," Blaine yawned.

Kurt hooked his arm around Blaine's waist, helping him to stand as he draped his own arm over Kurt's shoulder. The two of them lumbered towards the stairs, Kurt supporting most of Blaine's weight as they walked and Blaine occasionally yawning and rubbing at his eyes. When they got to the top of the steps Blaine stretched himself out, feeling the stinging in the back of his neck like a shock of electricity pulsing through his system and waking him up.

"You sure you're awake enough?" Kurt asked, keeping his voice to a whisper.

Blaine could already feel the cool metal at the base of his neck, itching to be set free. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Okay," Kurt said quietly, his arms wrapped around himself. 

Blaine took a step towards him, resting his hand on Kurt's elbow. Kurt lifted his head and in a moment both of them were falling into each other's arms like two magnets pulling together. Blaine felt Kurt's arms settle around his shoulders as he wrapped his own around Kurt's waist, nuzzling his head into the other boy's neck. 

"I love you," Kurt whispered, his breath ghosting over Blaine's neck. 

"I love you, too," Blaine said, voice slightly muffled.

Blaine lifted his head, hair ruffled and messy and lips slightly parted as he looked up at Kurt, before closing the space between them. As their lips touched their eyes fluttered closed. Mouths moving together, Kurt's arms slid from his shoulders to wrap around Blaine's neck. When their lips broke apart again they rested their foreheads together, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

The hallway was dark but for the faint moonlight slanting across the ground through the window, but Blaine could still see Kurt's eyes perfectly. He could still get lost in his eyes, in the endless blues and rich greens, swirling together and spreading out. Blaine lifted his hand almost unconsciously, brushing it over Kurt's cheek. The corner of his mouth tugged up in that familiar little smirk-the same one he wore whenever Blaine did something silly or goofily romantic-and Blaine's heart danced in his chest. 

Finally, Blaine took a step back, breaking away from Kurt. Letting his eyes fall shut, he willed the suit to move over his skin. He could feel the cool metal as it slid over his body, the second skin like a familiar touch. As it wrapped around his fingers and stretched to his toes, the metal slipped up his neck, moving over his chin and skirting around his mouth. When Blaine blinked open his eyes the world was tinted darker. 

Experimentally flexing his fingers, Blaine started for the window at the end of the hallway. The window faced the back of the house, so there was less of a chance of anybody seeing him. Pushing it open all the way, moonlight streaming through and glinting off the silvery metal, Blaine paused and turned back. Kurt was watching him, the smallest of smiles tugging at the side of his mouth. "Are...are you coming?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Of course I am," Kurt said as though it was obvious, crossing his arms with a smirk.

Blaine smiled, biting down on his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. If there was somebody who would stick with him through loss and pain, through success and failure, through psychotic criminals and crumbling buildings, it was Kurt. Kurt who Blaine knew he could lean on, who's arms felt like safety as soon as they were around him, and who trusted Blaine no matter the situation. Together they could be anything, face anything, do anything. Together they were unbeatable, two hearts beating as one, and Blaine wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe a hero was supposed to remain alone in solitude and fester on his emptiness. Maybe they were supposed to find someone to love but hide themselves away, never truly understanding and trusting the other. Maybe their secrets were supposed to destroy them, tearing at them until they were nothing but memories, lost in the minds of the insane. 

Silver Spark flexed his fingers again, eyes raised to the star filled sky. And maybe he never had to fight alone. Maybe he was meant to have Kurt, his missing puzzle piece, there by his side. Two minds and one heart, both fighting together. Soulmates and best friends and keepers of secrets, brought together by the spark of silver that ignited through the city, like stars coming to life. 

And he keeps on glowing.

Blaine smirked to himself. And they keep on glowing.

Kurt took Blaine's hand, moonlight falling across his fair skin and making his eyes bright. "Together."