Kurt really didn’t know what was happening.  One minute he was smiling at Blaine as he hopped out of the car, waving goodbye to his friend and telling him he’d see him at Dalton on Monday. And then a minute later he was gasping in pain as something pricked him on the back of his neck, his hand instantly flying back to see what the culprit was, a sharp, burning sensation filling through the rest of his body.

Finding nothing, Kurt sighed and went up to his room. He thought he went a little faster than normal, but it had been a long day.

He washed his face and applied his cream, going about his business as usual.  He didn’t think twice when he squirted a little too much cream into his hand, or when he accidentally tore his shirt while taking it off.

He went to bed without saying goodnight to his dad, trying to tune out Finn’s snoring that he could still here from across the hall.

But the next morning, he startled at the sound of the garage opening, only becoming aware a few minutes later that he was clinging to the ceiling.

That was just over 3 weeks ago now, towards the end of November, and Kurt was getting tired of keeping it to himself.

Kurt sighed as he ran through the piercing December air, silently thanking the red mask he made around a week ago now.  He knew that he’d eventually get himself a full body suit – because it definitely seemed like this thing wasn’t going to go away.

For now, though, Kurt had no real purpose.  He ran just to run, because he could run now, and on top of that he could spit webs out of the wristbands on his hands – something which he still didn’t know how he made them, but he did and he was quite proud of himself – and latch onto buildings.

At least, Kurt didn’t have a purpose until that night.

He rounded a corner – more like spun around the corner, due to the fact he was suspended in the air – perking at the sounds coming from the dark alley.

“You little fag,” the voice sneered.  “You don’t deserve to live here. You don’t deserve to live anywhere.”

And Kurt had taken one look at the breathtaking, familiar face of the boy, who was now cowering into the corner of the alley as the three men surrounded him, before he knew what he had to do

He had to save Blaine.