Monday proved harder for Kurt than he originally suspected.

Sure, he’d been going to school with this for over 3 weeks now, but before everyone wasn’t talking about him.

Or, him as Spiderman.

“Did you hear -?”

“That guy who saved Blaine?”

“He’s like some kind of spider superhero?”

“What if he’s actually evil?”

Kurt gulped as he walked from class to class, not meeting anyone’s eyes, and god, he probably looked so incredibly guilty that he was actually surprised no one had called him out on it yet.  If he was an outsider looking in, he would have pinpointed himself as Spiderman right away, only by how guilty he looked and how he never joined in any conversations about Spiderman.

By lunch, though, Kurt had a new plan.

The first half of his day mainly consisted of groups of people around him talking about Spiderman – because it was a big deal, some guy swooping in and rescuing a gay teenager from bashing in Lima, Ohio.  Then, when the conversation was dying down ,they would start pondering who the guy could be, if it was anyone they knew, if it was anyone famous, if it was actually an escaped criminal doing good works to cover up his crimes.

The last one was Kurt’s personal favorite, although he did find it humorous when they went through lists of people they knew and crossed everyone out, not even bothering to put him on the list.

Oh the irony.

Eventually, if they were Warblers, they would ask Kurt’s opinion on the matter.  At first he thought it would be best for himself not to include himself in the conversations, not wanting to make himself seem suspicious.  But then, after the first time he tried that, the others gave him a weird kind of side eye, almost like they were wondering why he wouldn’t want to talk about Spiderman.

Which is how Kurt was led to his new plan.

Act like he was none the wiser.

Kurt waited for Blaine to come and sit by him at lunch.  He was jittery, only because everyone was talking about him and they didn’t even know it.  It was a strange feeling, because he experienced all of the awkwardness but none of the staring and whispered comments directed towards him.

“Hey,” Blaine grinned as he sat down next to Kurt, bumping his foot with his own.  Kurt ducked his head and blushed at the sensation that shot up his leg, and Blaine didn’t even realize what he did to Kurt on a daily, no, hourly basis.

“Hi,” Kurt replied, giving the boy a small smile.

“It’s crazy how everyone knows what happened already,” Blaine said.  “I mean, it was barely 48 hours ago.”

Kurt nodded and took a bite of his sandwich.  “It’s kind of a big deal, though,” he said after he swallowed.  “Modern day superhero, saves a gay boy in the middle of homophobic Ohio,” Kurt shrugged, trying to act like he knew why it was a big deal.  “It’s just out of the ordinary, you know?”

Blaine nodded, and Kurt noticed that his Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed.

“I – I did some research yesterday,” Blaine said before coughing awkwardly and averting his eyes.  “About – about spider abilities in humans…”

If Kurt wasn’t so concerned about why Blaine seemed so nervous, he would have been completely overtaken by the fact that he looked so adorable like this.

“I would have too,” Kurt responded, trying to act normal and like his skin wasn’t crawling.  “If I were in your place…”

Because he had definitely done research of his own.

At that thought, Kurt sighed in relief, because he knew from experience that Blaine didn’t find anything on the internet about spider mutations in humans.

“I didn’t find anything,” Blaine went on after a few seconds.  “But – there’s apparently a plant not too far from here that specializes in crossbreeding species.  There isn’t much information on their website, but from the info that the website it says they’re trying to create some kind of formula that will create a human with ‘no weaknesses.’”

Kurt swallowed and nodded as Blaine went on.

“What – what if that guy was like bit by a spider injected with that formula?” Blaine said.  He paused and then laughed at what Kurt assumed was himself, shaking his head and scoffing.  “God that just sounds stupid.”

It really didn’t though.

Because, if he thought about it, the only weaknesses Kurt had were ones caused by accidents.  Running into trees, scrapes, falling, bruises – they had all come from himself, never from other people.

Granted, he hadn’t really had any death defying opportunities with other people besides the night in the alley, but it was still something to consider.

“No, no it’s not,” Kurt reassured him.  “It’s – it’s possible.”

Blaine blanched, his eyes wide as he looked at Kurt.  “Really?”

“Sure,” Kurt replied as he took another bite of his sandwich.  “I mean, it’s possible one of the spiders could have escaped and bit the guy –” He froze and stopped talking, remembering the conversation with Blaine about the spider bite on his neck.

Hopefully Blaine didn’t put two and two together, hopefully he didn’t remember the spider bite and connect the dots –

“I guess,” Blaine shrugged.  “It’s just – I want to know who he is and how he saved me, you know?”

“It’s reasonable,” Kurt assured him. 

God he wanted to tell him.

He wanted to tell him more than anything.  God, it would be so easy too.  He would just go up to him and pull him to the side, and that would be that.  Blaine would know, and then everything would be better.

Kurt groaned and dropped his head in his hands, startling Blaine next to him.

“You okay?” Blaine asked as he took a sip of his water.

“M’fine,” Kurt murmured into the table.  “Just a lot going on.”

Blaine snorted and nodded.  “Yeah,” he replied, “you can say that again.”

…..

Kurt went out again that night, telling his dad he had a lot of homework before heading up to his room and slipping on his now complete blue and red suit.  With a sigh, he slipped his mask on and jumped out his window, singing from trees and buildings, not really knowing where he was going.

He needed to do something.  It had been almost an hour now, and Kurt was getting incredibly bored with just swinging around the block.

That is, until he heard someone from the streets below him yell something.

“Look, it’s Spiderman!”

Kurt eyes widened as he saw the man below him pointing and reaching for what Kurt presumed was his phone.

Shit.

He glanced around, trying to find someplace to swing behind where the man couldn’t see him but there was literally nothing.  Everything would take a few swings.

He began to panic, his heart thumping before he heard the screaming coming from an street nearby.  He glanced at the man with his phone once before speeding off towards the sound, rounding the corner to find a girl fighting with a man for her purse.

He spit the web out of his wristband, sending the man flying back into the sidewalk.  With a few more shots of web, he was tacked to the ground.  Kurt swooped down and picked the purse up for the girl and handed it to her.

“Spiderman,” she breathed, her eyes wide and oh god, Kurt definitely had never had a girl look at him like that before.  “Thank you.”

He nodded at her before shooting away, noting that a small crowd was being drawn.  And by small, Kurt meant the whole four people of Ohio that were out at midnight, including the same man with the phone.

Once he was out of sight, Kurt perched himself in a nearby tree and took off his mask, resting his head against one of the branches as he breathed deeply.  He glanced around after a few moments, taking in his surroundings and trying to figure out where he was.

He laughed when he figured it out.

Kurt had been to Blaine’s house twice before, so he knew well enough that he was in a tree in Blaine’s backyard.

And honestly, did his self-conscious have to bring him here of all places?

Kurt was just getting the courage to leave when he saw the back door open slowly, a pair of feet stepping out and walking over to the porch swing.  Kurt watched as Blaine sat himself down and tilted his head up, staring up at the sky.

God, he looked peaceful, Kurt thought.  He could faintly hear him singing, his eyes glowing in the moonlight as he hummed a simple melody.

Kurt stayed frozen, his eyes fixed on Blaine as he swayed in the swing, thinking and humming and making Kurt want to just jump out of the tree even more.

“Blaine,” a gruff voice came from the window behind Blaine.

Blaine sighed and turned to see his father’s head sticking out the window.  Kurt’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Mr. Anderson.  He hadn’t even met the man yet, and he already disliked him just from the things Blaine had told him.

“We got a call about that Spiderman fellow,” he said.  “I’m heading to the station to see if I can catch him.”

Kurt froze, his eyes wide as he watched the two Andersons.

He’d forgotten that Blaine’s dad was captain of the police department.

And he really, really hadn’t known that he was someone worthy of being caught.

“I told you,” Blaine sighed, “He’s just trying to help –”

“We’ll talk about this later, Blaine.”

“No, Dad, seriously –”

“Later.”

Blaine sighed and turned around as Mr. Anderson slammed the window shut.  Kurt watched as Blaine dug his phone out of his pockets and dialed a number, Kurt only realizing what was happening when his phone started ringing.

“Shit,” he swore to himself as he stuck his hand in the pocket – and thank god he’d put a pocket in his suit.  He just hoped that Blaine hadn’t heard his ringtone, which would be a dead giveaway.

“Hello?” He whispered into the receiver.

“…Kurt?” He heard Blaine say, pausing to sniff, and oh god, he wasn’t crying was he?

“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked.

“Why are you whispering?”

Kurt sighed.  “You’re deflecting,” he replied.  “And my dad’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him.”

It amazed Kurt how easy it was becoming to lie.

“Oh,” Blaine mumbled as Kurt watched him wipe his eyes with his coat sleeve.  “I just – I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh, Blaine,” Kurt whispered, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.  “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Blaine replied.  “Honestly Kurt you – you’re perfect.  You’re what keeps me sane, you know?”

Kurt wanted to launch out of the tree and wrap Blaine in his arms, cooing in his ear and telling him that he was perfect and that he kept Kurt sane and just that everything was him.

Instead he just sighed and covered his eyes with his hand.  “Don’t beat yourself up about everything,” Kurt said softly.  “And – Blaine, you know not everything your father says is true, right? Or that everything he does is what’s best?”

Blaine was silent for a moment before Kurt saw him nod.  “Yeah,” his voice came through the receiver.  “I just…it’s hard.”

“I know,” Kurt whispered, hoping that he didn’t sound as chocked up as he felt.  “Just hang in there, okay?”

Blaine agreed, and they both hung up after promising to see each other at school the next day.

Kurt sighed and leant his head back again the tree again.

Although, if he thought about it, it was a little funny that Mr. Anderson and the police were out looking for him, and he was right in a tree in the captain’s backyard.

Kurt always had been a fan of irony.