Spiderman Saves Teenage Boy from Gay Bashing

Who is Spiderman?

The Mysterious Spiderman

Kurt gulped as he looked at the headlines in the supermarket on Sunday.�

And, just like he predicted, he instantly regretted the name Spiderman.

Because seriously.� It was lame, especially for Kurt’s standards.

Kurt quickly walked out of the store, knowing that one of these newspapers would be on his doorstep when he got back.

He didn’t speak to anyone or meet anyone directly in the eye.� And he knew that no one would recognize him or pinpoint him as Spiderman, but he still felt like his skin was crawling, like everyone was watching him.

Which they were, just not as�Kurt.�They were watching him as�Spiderman.

Kurt hadn’t gone out since Friday night, mainly because he was trying to keep a low profile.� Which, obviously, had turned out to be a good idea.� But he was getting restless, and he knew that if he didn’t do something before school tomorrow, it would be a disaster.

Once Kurt got home, he checked his phone and gulped as he saw a text message from Blaine.

They caught the guys,�was all it said.� Kurt sighed in relief, even though he did already know that they had been caught.� It was one thing for him to know that they’d been taken into custody, and it was another for Blaine to feel just that much safer.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and picked the paper off the doormat, unrolling it before making his way to the kitchen.

“How did the media find out about Blaine?” Kurt asked, even though he was actually thinking�how did the media find out about me?

“Well I had to call the police,” Burt grunted in reply as took the paper out of Kurt’s hands.� “Blaine told me where they had been pinned to the alley, so I called the police, told them everything, and then gave them the address.”

Kurt gulped but nodded.� He was about to say something when he heard Finn come clomping down the stairs, faster than he usually was on a Sunday morning.

“Dudes,” he said, slightly out of breath from his burst down the stairs, “Did you hear about this Spiderman dude? He’s like a superhero or something. It’s so awesome.”

Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes.� Oh, what Finn would do if he knew that ‘Spiderman’ – yes, Kurt felt that air quotes were necessary by this time – was his stepbrother.

“How did that part of the story get out?” Kurt asked his dad again.

“Well they called back here, asking how those assholes got ‘webbed’ – their wording, not mine – to the wall, and I told them what Blaine had told me.”

“Did they believe you?”

“They probably wouldn’t have if they hadn’t gotten previous complaints for the past few weeks about some guy swinging from buildings and trees,” Burt shrugged, glancing back down at the paper.� “Whoever this guy is, I want to give him a slap on the back for putting socialistic beliefs out of the way and doing the right thing.”

Kurt nodded before standing up and walking over to look at the paper from behind his dad’s shoulder.� It had the dates of the previous reports – all days he had gone out to practice.�

He needed to be more careful.� He hadn’t changed his outfit in the past, only pulling the ski mask on with whatever outfit he was wearing.

If someone recognized him –

Oh, god, he was surprised Blaine�hadn’t�recognized his outfit on Friday.� But then again, Blaine was pretty shaken up once he got him back to his driveway.

He needed a suit.

“I’m going to finish up my homework,” Kurt told his dad and Finn, who both nodded and continued about their business.

Once he was safely in his room with his door shut and locked, Kurt pulled out his laptop and started searching.

Body suits.

Wet suits, because they kind of resembled what he was looking for.

“It’s all spandex,” he muttered to himself.

After a few minutes, Kurt sat back and let out a soft groan.

“Screw this,” he said to his laptop before clicking open a new tab and typing in the nearest fabric store’s website.

Kurt Hummel was going to make his own super suit.

…..

Kurt worked until 10:30, coming out of his room for dinner and only stopping when he heard his phone ringing, alerting him that he had a call and to what the time actually was.

“Hello,” he said as he continued to sew the material together.

“Hey,” a soft voice said from the other end of the line.

Kurt jolted upright and set his needle and fabric down, giving his full attention to Blaine.

“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, his voice filled with concern.� “Blaine what – are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Blaine murmured.� “I just – I miss you here, you know?”

Kurt sighed and nodded before remembering that Blaine couldn’t see him.� “This was your idea, remember,” he reminded Blaine.�

“I know,” Blaine replied.� “But I just wanted what’s best for you.”

There was a moment of silence before Blaine went on.

“My parents called today,” Blaine said.� “They – my mom was hysterical, but my dad – he just asked me what I was doing out so late.� God, he kept going on about it was my fault, that it happened because of who I am and because I was stupid enough to go out so late.”

“Blaine, you know not to listen to him,” Kurt said, because, in their few weeks of friendship, Kurt had gotten to learn everything between Blaine and his dad.� “It could have been anyone, Blaine,” Kurt went on.� “It could have – it could have been me.”�It could have been me pre-mutant spider bite,�Kurt added in his head.

“No, no don’t – please don’t say that,” Blaine said, his voice cracking.� “Please, Kurt I – you’ve been through so much already, with Karofsky and the other jocks and – I don’t want to picture you in that position.”

Kurt’s eyes widened at Blaine’s statement.

He’d been so caught up in all of this spidery-ness that the fact he’d been bullied out of his old school by Karofsky had completely slipped his mind.

If only he could see Kurt now.

As Spiderman though, of course.

Kurt glanced back down at his almost finished suit, smiling a little at it despite its clashing colors of blue and red – they just happened to be the cheapest fabrics.

Kurt and Blaine talked for a few more minutes before Blaine stated that he needed to cram for some test tomorrow.

Once Kurt hung up his phone, he sighed, looking at his suit.

He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do now, he realized.� It’s not like crime was down every alley in Ohio.�

And the next thought that ran through Kurt’s brain caused him to laugh out loud.

I need to get a police scanner.

Kurt laughed again, so hard that he back onto his bed, clutching his stomach.

There was a knock on his door a few minutes later, and Kurt instantly stopped laughing and jolted upright, flinging his unfinished suit onto the other side of the bed.� Finn’s head poked in a few seconds later, glancing around before coming completely in.

“Yes, Finn?” Kurt asked as he grabbed the book from beside him, pretending to read.

“I just…” Finn paused before flopping himself down into Kurt’s desk chair.� “Did Blaine tell you anything else about this Spiderman guy?”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at Finn before setting his book down and sitting upright. “…Why?”

“Because, man,” Finn said, ignoring Kurt’s protesting at the nickname Kurt often expressed his hatred for, “it’s just like – he’s like a superhero, you know? Like comic book material.� I worshiped those things –”

“You still do.”

Finn ignored him and kept talking.� “And now there’s one in�Ohio,�but we know nothing about him except for that he was wearing a red ski mask and said his name was Spiderman and rescued your friend from being gay bashed.”

Kurt was, again, thankful that that was all they knew.

“That’s all Blaine knew, Finn,” Kurt told him after he was done talking.� “And that he was extremely kind.”

Hey, he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to talk himself up.

“Well duh,” Finn said as he rolled his eyes.� “He saved him, man.� I mean, if that’s not nice, I don’t know what is.”

Kurt laughed as Finn sighed dreamily, closing his eyes a little.

“I’d say that you have a crush on Spiderman,” Kurt teased as he watched Finn’s small smile.�

“What?” Finn bolted upright, his eyes wide and alarmed.� “No – no man, no I just really like superheroes and stuff and this is like�real life�and –” A huge grin broke out on his face before he jumped up, quickly squeezing Kurt in a tight hug before rushing out the door.� “I wonder if Puck’s heard about this!” He heard Finn yell to himself as he ran to his room.� “Oh man, he’s going to shit himself if he hasn’t already!”

Kurt laughed again.

Was that what Kurt was?� A superhero?

Kurt got his laptop back out and searched ‘Spiderman.’

His eyes widened as he looked at how there were already thousands of results – websites speculating who it was, articles from around the�country�wondering if Spiderman was actually from their state and just vising Ohio, blogs, some websites even claiming they were tracing his every move.

Kurt looked into the mirror on his wall with wide eyes.

Spiderman was becoming a national sensation already, and it wasn’t even 48 hours after the incident yet.