It's New York in the middle of summer, the fire escape can't really be called a balcony, even if Kurt has put out some planter boxes of herbs. But they can call it a balcony if they want to.

Blaine breathes is the rare cool breeze and stuffs another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Kurt! Hurry up out here before you miss the breeze and popcorn!"

"does that have real butter on it?" says a voice above his head? Blaine looks up with a start to a figure in blue and red standing straight out from the wall, as if the laws of gravity and physics were an option rather than a law.

"erm...my Boyfriend prefers olive oil and sea salt" Blaine takes a breath and tries to bring his brain back online, but nothing is working.

"Oh well, that will do!" Spiderman grabs the bag and strolls off around the side of the building.

Two things occur to Blaine at this point.

One; Kurt will never believe him and

Two; Man he's glad they moved to new York.