3 Weeks Earlier

In the beginning, Kurt Hummel wasn’t sure what to do with the ‘powers’ that he had suddenly gotten.  Because powers couldn’t exist. Superheroes were fake.  There was absolutely no way he could suddenly develop the ability to cling to the walls and the ceiling, or how his reflexes were now 1000 times better.

It didn’t make sense, but, after 48 hours of the madness, Kurt was starting to accept the fact that whatever it was wasn’t going away.

He was glad that he boarded at Dalton, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, because if the weekend was any indication, it’s that he was very, very capable of destroying his father’s home.

It started with a doorknob sticking to his hand, and when he went to yank it free, he ended up ripping it from the door.

And then it progressed from there – the window latch breaking, his cell phone snapping in half, much to his dismay. 

For the rest of the weekend, Kurt opened doors with one finger and ate with his fork merely resting on his hand.  He turned around to shut the doors as he passed through them instead of letting them slam, pressing on his computer keys with barely any force at all.

Somehow, he made it until Monday morning without a big mishap.

He was getting the hang of it by then, the gentle touches he had to use almost becoming second nature.  Kurt sighed in relief as he pulled into the Dalton parking lot, safe and with no damage done by accidentally pressing on the gas too quickly or forcefully.

He reached over to his passenger seat for his satchel, gently clasping it in his hand and swinging it over his shoulder.

Kurt started walking towards the school before something hit him.

He hadn’t even considered what he would do with other people around.  So far Kurt had been mostly by himself with the family dinners every evening.  But now he had to be around people all day.

He just hoped that nothing went wrong.

For the most part, Kurt was fine.  He nodded to the Warblers in the hallways, watching his step and being careful not to accidentally bump into anyone, afraid he would accidentally knock him over.

It wasn’t until lunch that a problem arose.

Kurt was seated in his usual spot, having all but run out of the classroom and into the lunchroom, quickly getting his lunch and sitting down.  He assumed that sitting down was just safer for everyone.

He felt a small puff of breath on his neck before his eyes widened and he spun around, his hand reaching out against his own accord and grasping the wrist of the assaulter.

Except the assaulter was Blaine.

Kurt stared, shocked, into Blaine’s hazel eyes for a minute as his mind caught up with his action, panic taking over once he became aware of what he had done.

“Oh god,” he said, instantly dropping Blaine’s hand and clasping his own in his lap.  “I – I’m sorry Blaine, I – I don’t know what – I’m not sure why –”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Blaine said as he dropped down into the seat next to him, reaching over and patting Kurt on the knee.  “You’ve got some pretty stellar reflexes though.  I can honestly say that is something I didn’t know about you.”

Kurt sighed and turned back to his lunch, picking at his salad but not eating, because what had just happened was something that he really wanted to avoid.

“And I didn’t mean to startle you,” Blaine went on after a few minutes of silence.  “It’s just that you’ve got a pretty bad spider bite on the back of your neck.”

Kurt perked up at this.  He could feel that there was a bump on the back of his neck, but it was in the one spot where he couldn’t turn to see it in the mirror.

But a spider bite – well, that was interesting.  Because when he’d had that sharp pain in the same place, he thought that he’d been bit by a bug, but then quickly wrote that theory off because there was no way a bug bite could do this – whatever the hell had happened to him.

“How do you know it’s a spider bite?” Kurt asked. 

“I get them all the time,” Blaine replied as he took a bite of his sandwich.  “I like to hang out and read in my attic, and there are spiders all over the place.”

Kurt nodded again but didn’t comment, because it just didn’t make sense.

But then again, he had almost eaten a fly the other day.  After he caught it with two fingers, that is.

…..

Kurt sighed in relief as he flopped down onto one of the couches in the choir room, thankful that the day was almost over and that he could go hole himself away in his single dorm room for the rest of the night once rehearsal was over.

It was going normal enough, Wes going on about song choices while David sat next to him just nodding along, Blaine grinning and nudging him in the shoulder whenever they brought up a song he thought would fit Kurt’s range well.

And Kurt was aware of all of this – but he was too aware. 

He could literally hear everything.  The rustle of Nick’s clothes all the way across the room, the tapping of another Warbler’s finger against their leg as they waited for rehearsal to be over, Blaine’s heartbeat.

Although he could be imagining that last one, because he swore it sped up a little every time he came in contact with Kurt.

The hour drew on, Kurt wishing that it would end soon because all of the noises and little movements that were catching his attention were starting to drive him a little crazy.  He tried to zone out, staring at the couch in front of him and willing his mind to just shut off until rehearsal was over.

And it worked, at least until Wes slammed his gavel down on the table and Kurt bolted up and out of his seat, running towards the council table and throwing the gavel across the room.

Kurt, again, froze for a moment as he waited for his mind to catch up with what just happened.

“Oh,” he whispered to no one in particular.  “I – I don’t – please, I – I’m sorry I don’t know why –”  Kurt glanced around the room, taking in all of the Warblers shocked expressions before his eyes fell on Blaine, who sat there with a curious look on his face, his eyes glued to Kurt and squinted slightly, almost like he was studying him.

Kurt gulped before running over – slower than he thought he could run, but he didn’t actually know how fast he was able to run – and retrieving the gavel, handing it gently to Wes before running out of the room.

Once he was out of sight, he groaned and slammed his fist against the wall, because how could this thing make him be so stupid? He’d never been impulsive before – at least physically, because he didn’t have a tendency for being verbally impulsive – and now he was suddenly grabbing people for sneaking up on him and throwing wooden hammers across the room for banging a little too loudly.

Kurt groaned again when he looked at the wall, noting that his fist had placed a hole in it.  And, again, Kurt had never punched a wall before, let alone felt theneed to punch a wall.

This thing was actually driving him crazy, and he needed to figure out how to manage it.  And soon.

…..

Kurt waited until everyone was asleep.  Once the clock hit 12:30, he pulled his ski mask out of his closet (because yes, he can ski) and pulled it over his head before carefully opening his window and stepping out onto the ledge below it.

He’d experimented a little before, scaling a few feet up the walls before dropping down in fear that he’d get stuck or that someone would walk in.  So he knew that he could do it, it was just a matter of whether he had the mentality to scale a building with nothing but his sticky hands and feet.

He took a deep breath before placing them on the wall, slowly moving them up until his feet were no longer touching the ground.

And then once he included his feet, he was going.  He was scaling up the wall, past windows and classrooms and dorm rooms, and he silently thanked his subconscious for suggesting the mask, because he definitely didn’t want anyone to see him and recognize his face.

After about forty minutes of just climbing, Kurt slid back into his room and gently closed the door.  Pulling the ski mask off of his face, he ruffled his hair a little as he looked in the mirror.

And he was surprised to see a smile on his face.

It wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that.  But he needed to make it manageable, and he was pretty sure that just going out and using these powers – if that’s what they were – was the way to do that.