Kurt was honestly surprised when he saw Finn wearing an obviously self-designed Spiderman shirt a few days later, even though he really shouldn’t have been.

“…why?” He asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys.

“Because he’s, like, awesome, dude,” Finn replied as he shoved a whole piece of toast in his mouth.  “I mean, did you hear how the whole police force was out looking for him on Monday night and not one of them could find any trace of him except for the guy who was ‘webbed’ to the ground?” Kurt laughed at Finn’s air quotes around the word webbed, because he thought it was hilarious how no one actually believed it was actually spider web.

“What would you do if you met the guy?”

“I’m not gonna lie,” Finn said as he grabbed another piece of toast.  “I’d probably pass out.”

Kurt broke into a fit of hysterics, almost spitting his orange juice out of his mouth as he struggled to swallow it.

…..

“You’re still distant.”

Kurt glanced over his shoulder as he walked to Warblers’ rehearsal the next day, sighing as he saw Blaine catching up with him.  “I’m sorry,” he said. 

Blaine shrugged and shoved his hands in his pants pockets.  “…did I do something?”

Kurt stopped walking and grabbed Blaine’s elbow, forcing him to stop along with him.  “Oh, no honey,” Kurt said.  “No, it’s not you.”

He watched as Blaine blushed, quirking an eyebrow at the action.  “What?” He asked tentatively.

“Oh, nothing,” Blaine murmured.  “It’s just – you called me honey.”

It was Kurt’s turn to blush now.  “I didn’t mean to,” he said as he ducked his head.  “I – it sort of just slipped out.”

Blaine let out a stiff laugh as he rocked back and forth on his toes, staring up at the ceiling.

“We should –”

“So we should probably –”

They both cut off laughing again, glancing at each other shyly out of the corner of their eyes.

“Things have never been this awkward,” Blaine said after a moment, starting to walk and nudging his head, signaling for Kurt to follow. “I suggest it never happens.”

Kurt laughed and shuffled to catch up with Blaine.  “I completely agree.”

…..

That Thursday was not one of Kurt’s best.

He’d gone out that night, not really looking for anything, and not really finding anything as a result.

However, he hadn’t checked the weather, so when a full out storm hit, Kurt was miles away from his house with winds so strong it was making it difficult for him to swing.

He ran into trees.  His web snapped a few times and he went tumbling to the ground, unable to catch his web on anything due to the slick, wet surfaces. 

“Ugh,” he groaned as he got up for what felt like the hundredth time.  His wrist ached, so much so that he was not considering walking the rest of the way home.  “Stupid vulnerability.”

He cradled his wrist to his chest and walked the remaining distance, which he realized wasn’t as far as he originally thought. However, as he neared the driveway, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to just swing into his window like he usually did, and that he’d have to go through the front door.

Well, shit.

He slowly opened the door, wincing at the stabbing ache in his wrist.  It was definitely sprained, if not broken.  The door opened inch by inch, Kurt trying to get it so it wouldn’t creak like it usually did.

It obviously wasn’t Kurt’s day.

And, Christ, he was still in his suit.  He didn’t exactly have another pair of clothes to change into, so if his dad or Finn or Carole were to catch him –

“Kurt, that sure as hell better be you.”

Kurt panicked and considered just running back out the door.  But his leg ached and there was a pain in his right ankle and he didn’t think that he’d get very far, to be honest.

“I swear to god, Kurt,” he heard his dad grumble as he came down the stairs.  “This isn’t like you.  You don’t sneak out and you know if you’re having a secret relationship with Blaine you could just tell –” Kurt gulped as he watched his dad come into view, his rant trailing off when he saw Kurt standing in the doorway, dripping wet and sporting a blue and red suit.

“Um,” Kurt stammered, his heart thrumming in his chest as he twisted his mask in his hands.  “I’m not in a secret relationship with Blaine?”

He watched as his dad’s mouth opened and closed several times, his eyes wide and confused and just a hint concerned.

“Seriously?” He said after a few minutes.  “You?”

“Hey, don’t be so surprised,” Kurt gulped.  “Being bitten by some magic spider can do weird things to you.”

Burt looked overwhelmed, but he ushered for Kurt to quickly go upstairs. 

“Kid, your wrist – and you’re walking kind of funny.”

“I’m fine,” he assured him through the door as he stripped of his wet clothes.  “Just the wind knocking me down a couple times.”

He opened his door and let his dad in, watching as he shut it behind him.

“Hell, Kurt,” Burt said with a huff of breath.  “I just – this isn’t some kind of joke?”

Kurt shook his head and stood up, turning around and pulling down the collar of his shirt to show his dad the spider bite.

“I’m pretty sure that did it,” Kurt told him, sitting back on the bed.  “Blaine thinks it was some kind of cross-species genetics experiment that got loose.”

“Wait, does Blaine know?” Burt asked, and when Kurt shook his head know Burt’s eyes widened again as if something just occurred to him.  “You – that was you that saved him.”

Kurt nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat and staring at his feet dangling off the bed.

“You saved his life.”

“Yes.”

“And you haven’t told him it was you.”

“Right.”

“And why the hell not?”

Kurt glanced up at his father in confusion, his eyebrows scrunched.  “What –”

“I’m sure as hell that the kid wants to know who the fuck saved him,” Burt said, Kurt raising an eyebrow at his father’s language.  “I know I would.”

“I can’t just tell him –”

“You know he won’t tell anyone,” Burt went on.  “I know that you know that.”

Kurt sighed but nodded.

“Tell him, Kurt.”

“Dad,” Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair.  “It’s not that simple.”

Burt grunted but nodded.  “I can’t say that I get it, or that I understand any of this,” he said, “But…just trust your instincts, okay? And be careful.”

Kurt nodded again, looking back up at his dad and seeing the concern in his eyes.

“You can’t tell Finn,” Kurt told him.  “Or Carole.”

Burt laughed but nodded.  “Oh my god,” he said in between chuckles.  “This is going to make all that Spiderman talk of his even more amusing.”

Kurt smiled and let out a small laugh.  “It is funny, listening to it and then knowing that it’s actually me he’s talking about.”

“That’d be a riot if he found out.”

“Oh my god,” Kurt laughed again.  “You have no idea.”

Burt’s eyes turned serious again as he walked a little closer to Kurt, placing one hand on his shoulder.  “You like Blaine?”

Kurt bit his lip and looked at his dad as he felt a blush spreading across his cheeks.  “Yes,” he murmured quietly, afraid to even admit it out loud.  “A lot.”

“Then if you care for him, you should tell him,” Burt told him.  “Ever heard the phrase ‘honesty is the best policy?’”

Kurt nodded again and sighed.  “How do you even bring that up?”

“I don’t know,” Burt answered as he walking out of the bedroom.  “But just do it in your own time, and I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Kurt sighed, watching as his dad walking out of the room.

“Oh and, Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s no way you can turn it off, is there?”

Kurt laughed again and rolled his eyes.  “No.”

“Okay.  Just thought I’d check.”

Kurt closed his door and went into the bathroom to do his skin care routine, thinking about what his dad had said and how he could possibly break it to Blaine.