Kurt woke to a soft banging on his door the next morning.

He groaned and rolled over, wincing as his wrist twisted a little and a shooting pain shot up his arm.

“Kurt?” He heard Carole’s voice come from the doorway.  “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“M’fine,” Kurt mumbled into his pillow, trying not to move any other parts of his body.

“Well it’s just, you have school today,” she said, “And usually you would have left by now…”

“Shit,” Kurt swore to himself as he slowly sat up, groaning again at the ache in what seemed like every one of his muscles.  He looked up to see his door creaking open and Carole sticking her head in. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked again, her eyes filled with concern as she took in Kurt’s every wince. 

“Yeah I just – I fell yesterday and my wrist and ankle are pretty sore,” Kurt told her, which was technically the truth.

“Here, let me have a look,” she said, opening the door more and walking in.  She kneeled in front of Kurt and gently took his hand in her own, turning it around gingerly and feeling around his wrist.  “It doesn’t seem to be broken,” she told him, “but I’d say it’s sprained.”

Kurt sighed and nodded.  “That’s what I thought.”

Carole moved to his ankle, poking the bruising gently and glancing up at Kurt when he hissed in pain.  “I don’t think this is broken either,” she said after a few minute of poking and prodding.  “Just a little twisted and bruised.”

Kurt nodded but didn’t say anything, staring at his hands in his lap.

“Are you okay to go to school?” Carole asked, her voice genuinely concerned. 

“I should be fine,” Kurt told her.  “Is there anything you could wrap my wrist with, though? It’s just – it’s pretty painful.”

“Of course,” Carole replied, smiling and ruffling Kurt’s already sleep-mussed hair.  “Come down for breakfast and I’ll wrap it down there.”

Kurt nodded and sighed as she closed the door, dropping his head down into his good hand and groaning again.  He just ached everywhere.  His body felt heavy, his limbs felt stiff and unusable.  And he now had to worry that, because his dad knew, how long would it be before other people started finding out?

Oh, and he still had absolutely no idea what to do about Blaine.

Kurt slowly changed out of his pajamas and into his Dalton uniform, looping the tie around his neck and leaving it loose, not wanting the extra pressure on his aching muscles for longer than necessary.

“Woah,” Finn said as he entered the kitchen, his eyes widening at the sight of Kurt.  Kurt had only looked in the mirror for a few seconds and knew how awful he looked.  “You look…”

Carole shot Finn a glare and he instantly ducked his head and shut up.  Kurt sighed and sat down in the chair across from Finn, slowly forking a waffle and some strawberries onto his plate.

“Here,” Carole said, sitting down next to him with a wrap in her hand.  “Let me wrap your wrist, okay?”

Kurt nodded and held his wrist out, Carole taking it gingerly in her hands and slowly wrapping the tan material around it.  “This should help with the swelling and the pain,” she told him as she finished up.  “Just still try not move it around a lot.”

Kurt nodded again.  His throat ached a little, and really, it would be his luck if he got a cold after last night.

He slowly ate his breakfast, already accepting the fact that he was going to be late to school and deciding that he wasn’t going to rush.  Being late was being late, so why be an earlier late?

Kurt internally groaned again, because he wasn’t even making sense to himself right now.

“Hey, kid,” Burt grunted as he sat down in the chair next to Kurt.  His eyes were concerned, as he looked at Kurt, Kurt wincing at the wrong time and causing his dad’s eyes to drop to his wrist.  “You said you were fine yesterday.”

“It hurt more this morning,” Kurt mumbled, staring at his plate.

“Kurt –”

Kurt shot him a look that clearly said not now, his dad seeming to get the message and nodding.

He finished the last of his strawberries, sighing gently before standing up and swinging his bag over his shoulder, trying to withhold the wince at his aching shoulder muscles.  “I should go,” he told the room, “I’m already late.”

Burt stood up too, coming over and taking Kurt’s bag from him.  “I want you to call Blaine and tell him to meet you at your car,” he said.

“Dad –”

“No, Kurt,” Burt said, his voice stern.  “You’re obviously in more pain than your letting on, and I don’t want you to make it worse for yourself.”

“He’s in class –”

“Are you kidding?” His dad shook his head and rolled his eyes as he let out a small laugh.  “That kid would do anything for you.  Just call him, okay?”

Kurt sighed but agreed.  “Fine.”

Burt carried his bag to the car for him, throwing it in the passenger seat as Kurt hopped in.  “Drive carefully,” he said.

“I will.”

And…” Burt paused, coughing awkwardly into his sleeve before going on.  “Don’t do any – uh – spidery…things today.”

Kurt laughed but nodded.  “I really don’t think I could, even if I wanted to,” he replied, lamely lifting up his wrapped wrist.

Kurt watched as Burt sighed and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.  “Look, kid,” he said after a few moments.  “I – all of this…”

“I already told you I can’t turn it off.”

Burt laughed a little.  “Just…be careful, okay?”

“Dad –”

“No, listen, kid,” he said, “I know we’re in Ohio and not some place like New York or something, but…there’s still bad people here, Kurt.  People who could hurt you…” He paused, gauging Kurt’s reaction, before going on.  “And…the police are looking for you, you know…”

“I know.”

“Oh,” Burt looked surprised before nodding. 

“Blaine’s dad is chief…” Kurt supplied.

Burt’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping open a little before he shut it.  “Are you serious?” He asked.  “After Spider – after you save his kid, he still has it out for you?”

Kurt nodded, biting his bottom lip.  “They don’t exactly…get along.”

Burt sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  “Bastard,” he said under his breath.

Kurt laughed and fell silent again, sticking his keys in the ignition before turning back to his dad.  “I should go,” he said.  “I’m already missing the first two periods.”

“Go,” Burt said, backing away from the car.  “And do something about Blaine.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled out of the driveway, dialing Blaine’s number and holding it to his ear.

“Kurt, where are you?” Blaine’s voice came through as a whisper after three rings.  “Actually, wait a second…”

Kurt heard Blaine murmuring something that sounded like him asking for permission to go to the bathroom.  After a few minutes, he heard a door shut on the other end of the line before Blaine’s voice came back, full volume this time.

“Where are you?” He asked again.  “Are you sick? Are you okay? Oh god, did you get –”

“Blaine, I’m fine,” Kurt assured him.  “I’m on my way right now.”

“Oh, okay,” he heard Blaine say.  “But then…why are you calling me in the middle of class?”

“Because I…need your help,” Kurt admitted, biting his bottom lip as he drove.  “I…fell yesterday and sprained my wrist, and my shoulders are sore too, so…could you help me carry my books and bag in?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Blaine immediately responded.  “Of course, Kurt.”

“Thank you,” Kurt replied.  “I’m sorry for disturbing you –”

“No, actually, don’t be,” Blaine laughed, “I was actually looking for an excuse to get out of history.”

Kurt laughed, listening to Blaine’s deep, honey velvet laugh sound through the line.  “I’ll be there in around thirty minutes,” he said after a few moments of laughing.

“Alright,” Blaine said.  “I’ll be there.”

…..

Kurt had barely put his car into park when he saw Blaine dash out of the building, his blazer off and held over his head to protect his hair from the light rain.  He opened his door and slowly got out, wincing as he landed awkwardly on his ankle.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine asked, noticing Kurt’s wince.

“I’m fine,” Kurt hissed between his clenched teeth, trying to take a step as Blaine grabbed his bag and blazer from the passenger seat, dropping his own down across his shoulder instead of hovering it over his head.

“Kurt, you can barely walk,” Blaine sighed, switching the bag and blazers to his other shoulder and holding his arm out for Kurt.  “Here, lean on me and I’ll help you.”

Kurt reluctantly shuffled into Blaine’s arm and wrapped his own around Blaine’s neck for support, trying to ignore how his skin was blazing under Blaine’s touch.  They did the awkward hobble that one does when leaning on another, only pausing once they were inside the school.

“You look exhausted,” Blaine said, stopping and turning to look at Kurt full on.  “You already missed your important classes…why don’t you just relax the rest of the day?”

“Blaine, I drove all the way here for class,” Kurt deadpanned.  “I’m not driving back home.”

“No, no, you can…in my room, if you want…”

“Oh.”

Kurt thought about it for a moment, realizing just how hard it was to keep his eyes open.  “Okay,” he eventually said.  “But only until lunch.”

Blaine smiled and resumed his position as Kurt’s crutch, helping him up the stairs and into his room.  “You can borrow some sweatpants, if you want,” he said, gesturing to his dresser as he hung their blazers on the hook on the back of his door.

Kurt nodded and looked at Blaine, raising an eyebrow as he saw the other boy undoing his tie and laying it across his desk chair. Blaine noticed his expression and ducked his head, a small blush smattering across his cheeks.  “I may have told my teachers I wasn’t feeling well so that I could get out of class to help you,” Blaine admitted, “so it would look weird if I went back to class now.”

“Oh,” Kurt looked around, as if expecting another bed to appear.  “I don’t want to take your bed if you were planning on sleeping –”

“It’s fine,” Blaine said.  “I’m not that physically tired, anyway.”

Kurt nodded, grabbing a pair of Blaine’s sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly going into the bathroom.  He put the pants and shirt on, a small gasp slipping from his lips as the smell of Blaine clearly wafted around him.  He lifted the neck of the shirt up to his nose and inhaled deeply, assuring himself that it definitely wasn’t creepy to sniff your friend’s clothes.

“What did you mean?” Kurt asked as he came out of the bathroom and stood awkwardly at the edge of Blaine’s bed, “when you said you weren’t physically tired?”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, closing it abruptly and standing up from the chair and going to sit on his bed, patting the spot next to him.  Kurt gingerly sat down, sure to leave a few inches in between them so that his skin wouldn’t do that weird tingly thing it did whenever Blaine touched him.

“It’s just everything,” Blaine said after a few moments of silence.  “My dad, the whole thing where I almost died, the fact that I don’t know who saved me…”

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Blaine went on.

“And it’s not like I don’t have theories, because I do,” Blaine all but whispered.  Kurt was unable to take his eyes off the boy, his own misting up a little at Blaine’s distress.  “I mean, he was wearing a ski mask, so he obviously didn’t want people to recognize him.”

“Blaine, you’re okay though,” Kurt said softly.  “You – you’re safe.”

“But I wasn’t,” Blaine said, his voice so quiet Kurt had to strain to hear him.  “If – if the guy – Spiderman – hadn’t shown up, I’d be dead.”

Kurt gasped a little and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, the words Blaine had just spoke hitting him for the first time since he’d saved Blaine.

He felt his eyes tearing up as he looked at Blaine – beautiful, broken Blaine – quickly turning his head so Blaine wouldn’t see him cry.

But he was too slow.

“Kurt,” Blaine said, his voice gentle and concerned.  “What –”

“I just don’t know what I’d do without you,” Kurt whispered, his voice cracking.  “And this is stupid because you didn’t die and you’re here and I can see you and touch you and I don’t know why I’m so upset, but just the thought of someone doing that…”

Kurt trailed off and took a shuddery breath, standing up and quickly running to the bathroom and gently closing the door behind him, not noticing that his arm had sent his bag tumbling to the ground and it’s contents spilling out.

God, Blaine probably thought he was so pathetic now.  But all Kurt could think was what would have happened if he hadn’t been in the area.  He could picture Blaine’s cold, unmoving body – his limbs contorted, blood pouring out of his head.  He could see himself at Blaine’s funeral, crying and gripping his dad for support, thinking of all the missed opportunities and beating himself up over the fact that he wasn’t around to do anything.  He didn’t even let himself think about what the following weeks would have been like, what Dalton would have been like without Blaine, how –

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot about Blaine, at least until a soft knock sounded through the door.

“Kurt?” A soft voice said.  Kurt sighed at how broken Blaine sounded, at how broken he was because of what happened and how concerned he was about Kurt.

Kurt sighed and leaned over to turn the doorknob.  He glanced up, expecting to see an upset and apologetic Blaine.

Instead he saw Blaine standing there, holding the red ski mask in his hands and staring at Kurt with wide eyes.

The first thing that ran through Kurt’s mind was how the hell did he get that? But then he remembered his mad rush this morning to get his things in his bag, trying to find his spare pair of socks and settling for the unfolded red ones he grabbed from under his bed, which, he know knew, obviously weren’t socks.

“You knocked your bag over,” Blaine whispered, barely any sound escaping his mouth as he looked at Kurt with wide eyes.

“Oh,” Kurt said, because what more could he say.  He wiped the last of his tears off and stood up, clearing his throat and wanting to say something more.

“You…” Blaine started but trailed off, glancing back down at the red material in his hands.  “This – you can’t…”

Blaine looked back up at Kurt, something Kurt had never seen glowing in his eyes.  He took a few steps closer before nodding slowly, watching as Blaine’s eyes widened even more.

Kurt took the ski mask out of Blaine’s hands and gently slipped it over his head, giving him a tentative smile through the fabric.

“It’s me, Blaine,” he said softly.  “I’m Spiderman.”

He heard Blaine gasp, as if him saying it made it even more real, like it was all the proof Blaine needed.

Kurt felt a weight being lifted off his chest as he said the words, finally having someone else to share the burden with.  He also knew that his dad was right, and that Blaine deserved to know. But, of course, he realized that after Blaine had already found out.

Kurt looked back up and into Blaine’s eyes – his big, beautiful, hazel eyes that were glowing with something Kurt had never seen before, something he’d wanted to see in them for as long as he knew Blaine.

Kurt felt Blaine’s hands come up and grip the bottom of the ski mask, the material slowly being lifted from his face, the cool air acting as a relief from the heat that Blaine’s gaze was causing in the rest of his body.

“It’s you,” Blaine whispered, a small smile tugging on his lips and Kurt could have sworn he was leaning in closer.  “It was always you.”

And before Kurt could do anything else, Blaine’s lips were on his.  It was soft, gentle, and not nearly long enough.

He sighed as Blaine pulled away, only far enough so that he could look into Kurt’s eyes.

“Oh, there you are,” Blaine breathed, his breath blowing across Kurt’s face, the smell of coffee and spearmint and maple syrup wafting around Kurt.  “I’ve been looking for you forever.”

A small whimper escaped Kurt’s lips before he leaned in and pressed their lips together again, Blaine’s bottom lip fitting perfectly between his own as he fisted his hands in Blaine’s hair.

Kurt gasped into Blaine’s mouth as their lips molded together and a small moan escaped Blaine’s lips, his arms wrapping around Kurt’s waist and pulling him closer.

“You’re Spiderman,” he breathed against his lips before trailing them down to his jaw, his tongue gently swiping at the smooth skin.  “You – oh my god Kurt, you’re Spiderman.”

“We’ve established that,” Kurt all but moaned as Blaine sucked and licked his way down Kurt’s neck. 

“But this explains so much,” Blaine whispered against his collarbone.  “You acting different, the really long spider webs I would find stuck to your clothes, even though I never said anything, and the fact that you always acted weird when Spiderman was brought up.

Kurt laughed and tilted Blaine’s head back up so that their lips could meet again, a small sound of pleasure humming from Blaine’s lips at the contact.

He knew that this was probably too much, too fast, but he honestly didn’t care.  Because he was Spiderman, and he finally didn’t have to keep it from Blaine anymore.

They kissed and kissed, the world feeling as if it stopped around them, as if nothing else mattered except for that they were here, in Blaine’s bathroom at Dalton, kissing and sharing and basically laying their souls out for one another.

“Only you and my dad know,” Kurt breathed against the shell of Blaine’s ear.  “It’s only you two.  It’s only you.”

Blaine moaned again – though Kurt wasn’t sure if it was what he said or just his breath against his ear.  He trailed his lips down Kurt’s neck again, nipping gently at his pale skin and kissing around to the back of his neck, gently pressing his lips against the small bite that was still was noticeable.

“The spider bite,” Blaine breathed against it.  “That’s what…that’s what caused all this, isn’t it?”

“I think so,” Kurt replied as he suppressed a shiver.  “But I’m not positive.”

Blaine pulled back and laughed, Kurt whimpering a little at the loss of contact.

Once his laughing had died down, he looked directly into Kurt’s eyes.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes shining and sincere.  “Thank you for saving me.”

Kurt smiled and swallowed the lump of emotion that had formed in his throat.  “You’re welcome,” he breathed.  “And thank you,” he went on.  “Thank you for giving me something to do something with these freakish spider skills.”

Blaine laughed again before leaning in and kissing Kurt again.

“Come nap with me,” Blaine whispered against his lips.  “You still look exhausted.”

“Mmm, are you sure?” Kurt breathed, attempting to thread his hands through Blaine’s gelled hair.  “I’m kind of enjoying this…”

Blaine laughed and guided them to the bed, gently lowering Kurt down before covering him up and climbing in next to him.  He took Kurt’s wrist in his hands, tenderly kissing it, never breaking eye contact with Kurt.

“Were you out there last night?” Blaine murmured after he set his wrist down, moving his hand to stroke the faint bruise on Kurt’s cheek.  “During the storm?”

Kurt nodded and lowered his eyes from Blaine’s gaze.

“Please don’t be stupid about this,” Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt’s face closer until their lips were mere centimeters apart.  “Please, Kurt I – this is dangerous, you know?”

“I know,” Kurt whispered.

“And my dad – he’s looking for you.”

“I know that, too.”

“Be careful,” Blaine said softly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Kurt’s mouth.  “Don’t leave me because you weren’t careful, or because you were stupid.  Don’t disappear.”

“I’m not disappearing, Blaine,” Kurt murmured.  “I’m only just fully appearing, remember?”

Blaine laughed and nodded, winding his arms around Kurt’s torso and pulling him flush against him.

“I’m going to kiss you again,” he whispered softly, Kurt feeling a small blush forming across his cheeks.

“I won’t stop you.”

Blaine grinned and leaned in, taking Kurt’s lips with his own and kissing him.  He kissed him until their lips were sore and kiss swollen, until Kurt’s were a bright red, until their hair was mussed in a way that made it so, so obvious as to what they were doing.

They kissed until the heat was low in their belies, until their breathing became too much, the moans a little too hot.  Hands wandered, breath mingled, skin warm and hot and tingling from touch and sense and heat.

And when three Warblers came to check on Blaine, slowly opening the door and peeking in, they smiled to each other, exchanged fist bumps, and quietly closed the door, the red ski mask on the floor going unnoticed by them.

When Kurt left later that evening, Blaine insisting on transporting Kurt’s things again and practically carrying him to the car, they kissed again, slow and languid and warm.

“Come over tomorrow,” Kurt breathed as he pulled away, the smile on his face huge and his eyes glowing.  “Please.”

Blaine smiled and nodded, his eyes shining in the evening sky.  “Okay,” he whispered, bending down a little so he was at Kurt’s level, careful not to bump his head on the top of the car.  “Don’t go out tonight, alright?  You’re too sore.”

Kurt laughed.  “I won’t,” he replied softly, stroking Blaine’s cheek.  “You’re acting like my dad.”

“Well this situation doesn’t really have a lot of different pieces of advice available,” Blaine replied with a chuckle.

Blaine leaned in and captured his lips again, Kurt humming his approval a few seconds before Blaine pulled away.  “Your dad’s expecting you home soon,” he murmured, stroking Kurt’s hand gently.  “You should go.”

Kurt nodded, glancing down for a moment before looking at Blaine with wide, excited eyes.  “It’s Friday,” he said, a huge grin on his face.

“It is,” Blaine laughed.  “Any particular reason you’re re-teaching me the days of the week.”

“You should come over tonight instead,” Kurt whispered, his voice excited.  “You can stay the weekend, sleep on the couch.  And then you don’t have to drive all the way over for one day, and I can just drive you back on Monday.”

Blaine thought about it for a moment before hesitantly nodding.  “Will your dad be okay with it?”

“Well I know yesterday, when I was telling him about you and your dad, I got the feeling you were welcome at our house whenever you wanted,” Kurt told him.  “But, once he finds out about this, you’ll probably be stuck on the couch.”

Blaine laughed, his shining eyes meeting Kurt’s pure blue ones.  “What is this?” He asked, gesturing down at their linked hands.

Kurt smiled again and leaned forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth.  “This is whatever you want it to be,” he murmured, “but I know that I’d be okay with this being something special.”

Blaine grinned and wrapped Kurt – who was still sitting in the car, mind you – in a tight hug.  “That’s what I want,” he whispered into Kurt’s ear, pressing a soft kiss below it.

Kurt pulled away and grinned, Blaine’s returning smile causing his heart to do little flips.

“You’re making something in my heart,” Blaine murmured after a few moments.  “You’re spinning a web in my heart, Spiderkurt.”

“Oh my god!” Kurt laughed, swatting Blaine gently on the arm.  “And just when I thought you couldn’t be any more romantic, you go completely cheesy on me.”

“But, Spiderkurt,” Blaine said, feigning shock, “how could you say something like that to your damsel in distress?”

Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes, turning Blaine around and sending him back into the building to get his things for the weekend.