It was 2:14 a.m. when Blaine finally made it back to the apartment, exhausted. He didn’t particularly enjoy spending late nights out delivering criminals to police stations, but there is so much crime in New York City and he believes that if have the power to do good, you have a responsibility to do it. He slipped off his suit and mask, put on his pair of boxers and climbed into bed alongside Kurt, wrapping an arm around him.

“Your arm is freezing.” Kurt spoke into the pillow.

“I’m sorry, I had to walk the last stretch home because the buses don’t run this late.” Blaine nuzzled his nose into the back of Kurt’s head, placing a kiss in his hair.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re home safe. How was your day?”

“Same old, same old. My students still think they can lie their way through quizzes when I know they haven’t done the reading. How’s it going at the office?”

“Busy as usual. Anna’s impressed with our outturn for spring-line ideas. I’ll show you some of the sketches at breakfast. How was your night?”

“What do you mean?” Blaine asked, and Kurt could feel his pulse quickening.

“You know, how you go around the city in a suit and catch criminals and stop crimes and help the police do things and such.” Blaine’s breath caught in his throat, not sure how to respond. He had planned on telling Kurt, just not at fuck-me o’clock. ”C’mon Blaine, I watch the news, I know what’s going on. Though I’m not a fan of the name they’ve given you. Super-spidey? Not very catchy. But, I suppose Marvel has Spiderman patented.”

“You’re—you’re not mad?” Blaine asked. He’d fought some of the most dangerous thugs in the city, but he could think of nothing more terrifying than Kurt’s wrath.

“Of course not,” Kurt chuckled, reaching to hold the hand that Blaine had draped over him. ”I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. Besides, you’re doing great things out there. I’m just worried I’ll have to peel you off the street if you miss a big jump.” He rolled over to face Blaine, “And the city’s compensating you, right? How else are we going to afford our wedding?” Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, and Kurt placed a kiss on Blaine’s nose. ”Come here, frosty. You’re freezing.” Blaine compressed against his fiancee, his head nuzzled against Kurt’s chest, while Kurt wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head.

“The only downside is that you’re too tired for sex.” Kurt mock-complained. ”Oh well.”

“Who ever said that?” Blaine asked against Kurt’s neck, just as he started to suck at his collarbone.