Kurt didn’t remember ever sleeping as well as he did the night after he saved Blaine.  When he woke up, it took him a moment to remember everything that had happened the night before.  And when he did, he froze and sat upright in his bed with wide eyes.

Because he had saved Blaine.

Because Blaine had seen his spidery powers.

Because Blaine didn’t know it was actually Kurt.

And, god, Kurt knew that he was going to regret that name instantly.  If word got out – which he was sure it would at this point, because he was certain that Blaine had told his dad everything, and that his dad would feel the need to tell everyone that there was someone out there by the name of Spiderman that was saving people instead of bashing them – then Spiderman was going to be a name that he heard often.

Of all the times in the past where Kurt was quick witted, that was probably the one minute where he could have used his uncanny ability for sass and creativity.

Stretching out his sore muscles, Kurt groaned and stood up.  Really, he wished that there would have been some kind of immortality that came along with everything else.  But he still got cuts when he fell, bruises when he ran into things and, apparently, stiffness in his muscles from lifting a full grown teenager out of an alley with only his web as support.

Kurt shrugged on a sweatshirt and toed on some socks before slowly going down the stairs and towards the kitchen, where he heard Blaine and Burt’s voices quietly talking.

“There you are,” Burt grunted as he slapped a plate full of eggs and bacon down for Kurt.  “You never usually sleep in this late.”

Kurt’s eyes widened a little as he glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost eleven in the morning.

And then he remembered that he had to pretend that he didn’t know Blaine was there.

So he took a bite of his eggs before squinting his eyes and staring up at Blaine with a look he hoped was confused.

“Um…Blaine…” he muttered and ducked his head, and he didn’t really have to pretend to look bashful because Blaine was in his house on Saturday morning and Kurt had bedhead and was wearing his cotton plaid pajama bottoms.  He glanced up at Blaine again and smiled a little, because Blaine was wearing a pair of Finn’s pajamas, which were adorably too big on him. “What are you still doing here?”

He saw Blaine swallow and look towards hid dad with worried eyes, watching as Burt nodded at him before squeezing Kurt’s shoulder and walking out of the room.

Blaine remained silent for a few moments, staring at his hands in his lap before getting up and moving to sit in the chair next to Kurt.

“I – don’t freak out, okay?” Blaine said, his voice soft.  “And I don’t want you blaming yourself, because it wasn’t your fault.”

Kurt nodded, and he could honestly say that if he didn’t know what Blaine was about to tell him, he would have been insanely worried.

And it was funny that Blaine thought Kurt would blame himself, because, if it wasn’t for Kurt, who knows what would have happened to Blaine.

“I – last night, remember how I walked to get coffee?” Kurt nodded, and Blaine went on.  “On my way back, some…thugs, I guess, cornered me in an alley and were about to kill me.”

Kurt gulped, thinking back to the night before and how frightened he had felt seeing Blaine cornered like that, how he felt before he remembered that he actually could do something about it.

“They – they were saying awful things, Kurt,” Blaine breathed, his voice shuddering a little as his eyes started to become moist.  “Calling me a fag, telling me that I wasn’t worth living…as if I didn’t hear that enough from my dad, right?” Blaine let out a humorless laugh, rolling his eyes a little as he stared at his hands folded in his lap. 

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed, wanting to reach out and clasp Blaine’s hands in his own.  But he didn’t.

“I’m fine, obviously,” Blaine said.  “It’s just…it was weird.”

Kurt looked at Blaine in confusion, even though he knew from personal experience how weird it actually was.

“Just – this guy, at least I think it was a guy – he just came swooping out of the air and shot some silver string at the men, sticking them to the wall…” Blaine paused, a far off wondering look in his eyes.  “It was so weird, Kurt.  And then he sort of picked me up and flew me out of the alley and back to my car.”

“What?” Kurt asked, and he hoped that his voice sounded awed and curious.  “That’s ridiculous.”

“I know,” Blaine laughed again, “But it was like some kind of string came out of the guy’s hands that made him swing from building to building.”

Blaine was looking at Kurt sheepishly, and if that wasn’t the cutest expression Kurt hadn’t seen on Blaine, then he didn’t know what was.

“Don’t think I’m crazy,” Blaine whispered.  “Please.  It’s just – it was real, you know? I’m not making it up.”

“I – I believe you,” Kurt replied softly.

If anyone believed it, it was definitely Kurt.

“He said his name was Spiderman,” Blaine spoke again after a few minutes of silence.  “I don’t – I just don’t know why he would save me.”

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed, this time taking Blaine’s hands and looking the boy in the hands.  “You’re worth saving.”

Blaine shook his head, and Kurt could see the tears shining in his eyes again.  “I’m not though,” he whispered, his voice worn and cracked.  “I – there was probably someone somewhere else who died last night, or a group of people, and this guy saved me instead.  I’m – no one would have missed me, Kurt, I –”

“I would have,” Kurt said, his voice fierce, even though what he really wanted to say was along the lines of I saved you, Blaine. It was me.  I found you worth saving.  “I would have missed you and – and if it had been me – I would have saved you.”

I did save you.

But something Blaine said was still ringing in Kurt’s mind.

There was probably someone somewhere else who died last night, or a group of people…

People died on the streets all the time.

Granted, it wasn’t New York or anything, but there was still crime in Ohio, especially in the more populated parts of the state.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and squeezed his hands before wrapping his arms around him.

“I’d probably be dead,” Blaine whispered in his ear. 

Blaine was alive because of Kurt, and that in itself was enough for Kurt to feel proud of himself.

…..

Blaine fell asleep that afternoon on Kurt’s couch while they were watching a movie, his head leant over and resting on Kurt’s shoulder.

God, Kurt couldn’t understand how someone would want to hurt this boy.  He looked so innocent and sweet just sleeping there, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open a little as soft breaths escaped his lips as he slept.  Kurt didn’t even care if Blaine drooled on him.

He flipped off the movie and turned the volume on low, not wanting to wake Blaine.  He’d had an emotional 12 hours; it was understandable that he needed to sleep again.

As Kurt flicked through the channels, he paused at the local news station, gulping as he saw the banner flashing on the bottom of the screen.

Three Men Found Plastered to Alley Wall with a Strange Material

Kurt scoffed a little, because really, spider web was not that strange of a material.

Well, okay, maybe it was when it was holding three oversized men to a brick wall, but still.

At least they found the men, though.  That was three less people on the streets out to hurt others. 

Blaine snuffled a little at Kurt’s movement, rubbing his face against Kurt’s shoulder and burying his head further into the crook of Kurt’s neck.

Kurt smiled softly as he watched Blaine sleep.  He was falling so incredibly hard for the boy, it was almost unbelievable how quickly his feelings had formed.  And the fact that he wanted nothing more than to tell Blaine.  This morning, he’d wanted nothing more than to just tell Blaine that it was him, that he was Spiderman, that he had saved Blaine.

But he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to.  He knew his life would be changed forever – more than it already was, that is – if everyone found out that Kurt Hummel was Spiderman.

But Blaine wasn’t everyone, the romantic part of his brain argued.  Blaine was just one person, and if Kurt swore him to secrecy he knew that he wouldn’t tell anyone.

Not yet, then, Kurt decided.  He couldn’t tell anyone yet.

Kurt watched the news for a few more minutes, and he was pleased to find that no one had said anything about Spiderman yet.  He knew they would, that either his dad or Blaine or Blaine’s parents would tell the authorities, but it was still nice to see that the media didn’t know quite yet.

Blaine murmured and shifted in his sleep again, his nose pressing into Kurt’s shirt and his arms moving so that they were wrapped around Kurt.

Kurt felt his heart fluttering a little as he watched Blaine, his skin tingling where Blaine was touching him.  He brushed the stray curls out of Blaine’s eyes, watching as a small smile formed on the sleeping boy’s lips.

Kurt had it bad, and he knew that if someone were looking in on them, they would be able to tell, too.

He was glad that he still had his teenage feelings despite his new spidery abilities.  And this, this hopeless crushing on Blaine, was only further reassurance that he was still Kurt, that he was still the same person he was before.  It was just that he now had a few extra perks – and a whole other identity.