Jul 20, 2023
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Re-Draw of my old Spider-Man!Kurt fanart from a few years back!
Fic by @cerriddwenluna to come 👀
Kurt Gen Week - Day 6: AU│Spider-Man!Kurt
Fic: Tie You Up And Twist You Out; Part Two
Summary: In an attempt to connect the missing points between his mother’s disappearance and Oscorp’s Dr. Connors, Kurt Hummel stumbles into something that he never saw coming. Luckily for him, radioactive spiders can’t get in the way of love. Spiderman!Kurt, Kurtbastian
AN: I am SO sorry this took so long to get out, but things have been CRAZY lately. I'll try to get better at this whole 'updating' thing, I promise! I didn't want to waste even MORE time scrambling to get things situated with a potential beta, so all typos in this part are absolutely my own. Anyway, enjoy!
Warnings: Homophobia (very brief mention)
Part One
When Kurt gets home, he greets his dad, step mom, and step brother with as much normality as he can possibly muster. He passes up the mention of leftovers in the fridge, feigning a stomachache.
His brother, Finn, narrows his eyes in suspicion, but Kurt is too anxious to care.
Rushing up the stairs, he heads straight for his bedroom, throwing his bag on the floor while kicking piles of dirty laundry out of the way. Waving the mouse automatically brings his computer to life, but he’s deferred for a moment by the picture open on his desktop.
His school’s student council is lined out in front of the school, the image broken up into miniscule pixels. Sebastian Smythe stands proudly in the center, lips pulled to the side in a crooked smile that hints at his infamous arrogance. Even in the picture, his eyes are a striking shade of green, but the digitalized version holds nothing over the real thing.
Sighing, Kurt shakes his head and minimizes the page, clicking automatically on the internet icon. He doesn’t have time to waste drooling over boys (even the gay ones) so dramatically out of his league.
For a moment, he doubts himself. This is ridiculous, Kurt. Do you seriously think that whatever’s going on with you has something to do with the spiders at Oscorp? You’re being crazy. Step away from the computer and go get some rest. Maybe you can even dream about Sebastian.
Despite his shift in thought, Kurt takes a deep breath to calm himself and types “spiders” into the search bar. It can’t hurt anybody, right?
Growing up, Kurt was never very afraid of spiders. He found them fascinating, in fact, and often asked his mother, who was just as entranced, to teach him everything she knew about them. He remembers late nights spent lying in bed with her sitting beside him, stroking gentle fingers through his hair while talking in the hushed tones of a woman trying to keep her knowledge a secret from the night.
However, her knowledge was hardly anything compared to what researchers had gathered and plastered all over the web. His mother had severely underestimated the strength of a spiders’ silk, and had neglected the idea that a lot of the world’s eight-legged arachnids held venom potent enough to knock out the entire human population if ever given the chance.
The whole time, the image of Oscorp’s spiders sit in the back of his head, along with the thought that none of the spiders on most of these websites are even remotely similar to the ones he saw hanging to those dangling waves of silk.
Breath hitching a little higher with every new website, he finds himself poking at the now raised lump at the back of his neck, feeling a heavy sense of dread pool in his stomach.
“Well,” he whispers, adjusting his glasses and swallowing hard as he glances at the clock, shocked to find that it’s already nearly four o’clock in the morning. “Looks like I’ll be making a personal visit to Dr. Connors.”
-3-
Kurt wakes up that morning with a throbbing headache.
His dad pounds on his door, shouting at him to wake up before he misses homeroom.
Groaning, Kurt rolls over in bed, swiping a hand through his tangled locks while reaching for his glasses. Most mornings, he actually does put some effort into looking good, but his few pieces of designer clothing and expensive hair care products just don’t look as good as a comfortable pair of jeans and a splash of warm water.
He trudges into the bathroom with a yawn, rolling his eyes as Finn runs down the stairs with a quick shout of “morning, Kurt, look alive bro!”
His eyes go wide when he pulls his hand away from the door handle, only to rip the whole knob off the door. Jaw falling slack, he tries to drop it, blaming it on a loose screw, only to have his half-hearted suspicions shot to hell when the metal refuses to detach itself from his skin.
He tugs as hard as he can, but it takes at least three minutes before he can finally remove it successfully. It falls to the floor with a thud.
Heart hammering, he shakes his head and goes to brush his teeth. “It’s just…uh…puberty hitting a little late. Life, aftershocks or something,” he whispers, attempting in vain to comfort himself. “Probably happens to everyone.”
Grabbing the toothpaste, he unscrews the cap and positions it over his brush, yelping when almost the entire contents of the tube spill out over his hand. Dropping both brush and tube in the sink, he tries to run the hot water, only to pull the sink handle away in his hand when he apparently yanks it too hard.
“Jesus Christ…” He backs against the door, closing his eyes while trying to steady his breathing. “What the hell is happening to me?”
-3-
Without his skateboard, Kurt has to ask his dad for a ride to school. Burt Hummel smiles sympathetically and pats his son on the back, now well-used to the unfair circumstances the young boy has come across over the past few years. Kurt has always had a tendency to attract misfortune. He has no idea that losing his skateboard was the work of an angry man on the subway, rather than an unfortunate accident.
The less he knows, the better.
Still a little shaken, Kurt forgets to take his camera out of the car before heading into the school, which ends up getting him into a lot of trouble in Year booking. Quinn Fabray, school president and resident pain in the ass, throws a fit and tells him to get his act together before they enlist in the help of an even better photographer.
“Good luck finding one,” he mumbles under his breath as she walks away.
The only highlight of his day is study hall, which he shares in the gym with both Sebastian and Santana Lopez, Sebastian’s right-hand girl and Kurt’s semi-acquaintance.
Santana and Sebastian sit in the back of the bleachers, books open on their laps as they laugh over something that Kurt can’t hear. Smiling despite himself, Kurt drops his bag beside Blaine Anderson, a dorky (and yes, even dorkier than him, thank you very much) sophomore who just so happened to be one of Kurt’s only real friends.
Blaine is painting a sign for Spirit Week, and even though Kurt has some serious problems with Blaine’s color and style choices, he speaks words of encouragement while watching Sebastian from the corner of his eye.
Things are just peachy until the whole football team storms in, led by none other than Dave Karofsky.
Beside him, Blaine tenses up, back going rigid as he scoots closer to Kurt. “Don’t they usually skip this period?” he practically whimpers, anxiously adjusting his bowtie.
“Looks like they decided to change up the routine,” Kurt mumbles, noticing the way Sebastian and Santana glare menacingly down at the thick-skulled jocks.
“But we’re fine, Blaine,” Kurt reassures, reaching for the younger boy’s hand and giving it a firm squeeze. (Little does he know, Sebastian sees it, and Santana rolls her eyes knowingly when Sebastian huffs impatiently.) “Sebastian and Santana are both in here, and everybody knows they don’t put up with—“
He’s cut off when a basketball comes out of nowhere and hits Blaine in the face, causing him to drop the bottle of paint in his hand. Red spills out all over the gym floor as Blaine covers his face with his hands, eyes burning with pain-induced tears.
Dave Karofsky stomps over, grinning as he grabs the basketball and dribbles it cockily. “Sorry about that, Anderson. Maybe you should try being a little less gay.”
The whole team laughs, with the exception of Finn and a few of his friends, who hang back awkwardly and look torn between running away and punching Dave in the face.
Sebastian and Santana storm down from the bleachers, the sound of squeaking metal echoing throughout the gym as everyone stares at them anxiously. Santana drops to Blaine’s side, mumbling curses in Spanish under her breath when she notices that his nose is starting to bleed.
Rushing to Kurt’s side, Sebastian glares menacingly at the football player. Their shoulders brush, and even though it’s totally not the time, Kurt can’t help the tiny shiver that races from the top of his spine to the tips of his toes. Automatically, his skin breaks out in goose bumps, and he has to cross his arms over his chest to keep Sebastian from noticing.
“Fuck off, Karofsky,” Sebastian practically spits, not even flinching when some of the boys on the team laugh immaturely. “What are you even doing here, anyway? Don’t Future Lima Losers sign some sort of contract at the beginning of the year that forbids them from actually attending classes?”
Kurt’s eyes widen. With the exception of Santana, almost everyone in the gym gasps.
Eyes narrowing, Karofsky steps forward, but Kurt steps between them before anything can happen. He places his hands gently on the larger boy’s chest, intending to push him back slightly, only to let out a startled squeak when the jock practically flies backwards. He lands on his ass with a painful “oomph”, rolling onto his side while rubbing at his tailbone.
Behind him, Sebastian curses in disbelief.
Kurt has about two point five seconds before Azimio, Karofsky’s right-hand man and co-caption of the football team, lets out a shout close enough to a battle cry that Kurt knows it’s time to start running.
Finn exchanges a frantic look with Kurt while he passes, eyes softening apologetically as he and a few of the other decent human beings on the team try to hold the other guys back. It’s fruitless, of course, because even Finn is a twig compared to some of the team’s heartier jocks.
Kurt bolts out of the gym and straight into the hallway, cursing under his breath when he hears the familiar shouts of innocent students being pushed out of Azimio’s way. He has no idea how fast he’s running, or that Sebastian is struggling to keep up behind him. The only thing he knows for sure is that he’s already been pushed around by McKinley’s Team of Dicks for far too long, and he thinks it’s time for the underdog to win for once.
Checking over his shoulder, he’s surprised to find Sebastian close behind him, and the jocks even further behind.
With no time to question Sebastian’s presence, Kurt grabs his hand and ducks into the Graphics room, letting out a sigh of relief when he finds the room empty.
“Kurt, what are we—“
Kurt cuts him off with a finger to his lips, eyes darting to the doorway before tugging him towards one of the room’s larger machines. “Just trust me”, he whispers.
They position themselves as comfortably as they can, stifling nervous giggles behind their hands as the sound of pounding feet draws nearer.
“Just follow my lead, okay?”
Nodding, Sebastian looks towards the door, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It’s almost impossible for Kurt not to stare, but he’s full of so much adrenaline right now that he doesn’t even have the heart to hate himself for it.
They’re so close that the sound of their uneven breathing dances and mingles together, forming one, unintelligible mass of noise in the otherwise silent room.
Kurt tries not to focus too hard on the way it makes his chest ache.
“I saw them turn in here!” someone shouts. The voice is so close and so forceful that Kurt feels his stomach flip, but with more excitement than fear.
“We’re gonna find you, faggots!”
Beside him, Sebastian becomes rigid, but Kurt squeezes his hand and gives him a reassuring look. He doesn’t even question his newfound confidence, or the way Sebastian’s eyes widen at the touch.
When the last football player steps into the room, Kurt pulls Sebastian out from behind their hiding spot, letting out a victory cheer as they sprint out of the room and slam the door behind them. Catching on, Sebastian grabs the broom conveniently located just a few feet away, handing it to Kurt and helping him jam it through the door’s handle.
A large force rattles the door as someone tries to burst through it, but the broom holds strong.
Both Kurt and Sebastian burst out into hysterics, ignoring the looks they get from stragglers in the hallway. Bits of harsh profanity echo from the room, but all Kurt can find from their rage is humor.
Finally, the little guy won.
-3-
Wanting to check on Blaine before the period ends, and admittedly a little afraid that they’d either get caught or that the broom wouldn’t hold, Kurt and Sebastian start to head back towards the gym, still smiling as they walk side-by-side.
“That was pretty brave of you,” Sebastian says, sweeping a hand through his unfairly perfect locks. “Not that I’m complimenting you or anything, but what you just pulled was pretty smart. I never thought someone like you had the guts.”
Blushing all the way back to the roots of his hair, Kurt smiles and shakes his head fondly. “I’ll take it as a compliment, anyway.”
Sebastian scoffs. “Think you’re all high and mighty now, princess? What are you gonna do when those pig-heads finally make it out of there, hmm?”
Feeling a confident again, Kurt elbows the other boy in the ribs. “Oh, you know, I’ll pound their faces in.”
Chuckling good-naturedly, Sebastian waves Kurt into the gym before him, taking the stance of all those stereotypical gentlemen in old movies. Kurt shivers, feeling a pleasant warmth pool in his gut.
Blaine and Santana are sitting on the gym floor, surrounded by a few other students in their study hall. The moment they see Kurt and Sebastian, Blaine jumps up and runs straight over to embrace Kurt, followed by a smirking Santana.
“Are you okay?” Blaine asks frantically, grabbing Kurt’s arms and running his hands over them worriedly. “I know you have a bad past with those guys, and what you and Sebastian did was really great but—“
Interjecting, Sebastian narrows his eyes at Blaine. “It was pretty impressive, if you don’t mind me saying. And yes, we’re fine.”
“Did you go all Lima Heights on their asses?” Santana asks, only half joking as she loops her arm through Sebastian’s. “Just like Auntie Tana taught you to?”
“You know I have more taste than that, Santana.”
He winks at Kurt, radiating all of that unfair schoolboy charm that Kurt can’t help but to think is wasted on such a shitty public school plopped straight in the middle of nowhere.
“Well…as long as you’re alright!” Blaine grabs Kurt’s hand and starts to tug him towards the sign splayed out on the floor. “Brittany told me that if I don’t get this done by the end of the day, she’s going to ban hair gel from prom…My nose is find by the way…”
Looking over his shoulder, Kurt finds Sebastian’s eyes locked on him, warmer than he’s ever seen them before.
His whole body flushes with heat.
-3-
The next day, Kurt wakes up early and slips out onto the roof, an old, leather-bound binder tucked under his arm, along with an old textbook and a few pencils. Pushing his glasses up further on his nose, he takes a moment to stare in wonder down at the worn leather, a bittersweet smile curling the creases of his mouth.
“Love you, mom.”
He doesn’t know how long he’s out there, flipping through stained notebook pages and calculating problems only to reach impossible solutions. Sadly, his hair takes the worst of his frustration, as he’s always had a habit of tugging at it restlessly when things don’t work out.
His father comes up to his room at one point, carrying a sandwich and a glass of milk. “You hungry, kiddo?” he asks, smiling warmly at his son. “Finn didn’t eat all the vegetables, surprisingly.”
Kurt snorts, reaching for the plate. “All healthy stuff, right?”
Burt Hummel rolls his eyes, taking a swig of the milk before passing it over. “Yeah, all that organic crap and what-not.”
“It’s keeping everyone healthy, dad.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, then, in which Burt watches his son’s careful scribblings while Kurt goes from tearing chunks out of his sandwich to scrawling numbers in the margins.
“Your mom would be proud of you, you know.”
Heart giving a gentle lurch, Kurt traces the tips of his fingers over the leather binder. “I’m going to finish her work, dad.”
“I know you are, son.”
Even after his father leaves, he stays out on the roof for at least another hour, tearing out pages of wrinkled notebook paper and tossing them over his shoulder without a care as to where they end up.
After hours of searching and working, he’s about to give up when he finally stumbles across an algorithm unfinished in his mother’s notes. Heart racing, he quickly copies it down, thoughts racing from Oscorp to Dr. Connors to Elizabeth Hummel.
He leans back on his shins, slowly pulling his glasses away from his face. “Jesus Christ…”
-3-
Kurt doesn’t even bother to tell anyone where he’s going. He grabs his bag and his keys, shoving dozens of loose-leaf papers into the main compartment of his satchel.
Finn is sitting in the kitchen when he flies past. “Hey, Kurt, where—“
“Out! Tell dad and Carole I’ll be home in a few hours!”
Eyebrows wrinkling in confusion, Finn dwells on it for a few seconds before shrugging it off and going back to eating his sixth sandwich of the afternoon.
-3-
Dr. Connors’ house is fairly simple, with a few ornate details that polish it off beautifully. Kurt has no time to waste gawking at the nice scenery, however, and runs up the walkway before pounding ruthlessly on the front door.
“Dr. Connors! Dr. Connors, please, it’s Kurt Hummel!”
The door flies open, revealing a tall, frowning man with crooked glasses and tired eyes. He looks Kurt up and down, tightening his grip on the doorknob. “I don’t take house calls, sorry.”
Kurt stops the door with his foot, moving into the doctor’s personal space while grabbing and unzipping his bag. “Dr. Connors, please, I—“
“This is getting ridiculous. Please leave before I have to call—“
“I’m Elizabeth Hummel’s son.”
The older man stops resisting immediately, body going slack and eyes widening in disbelief. He looks from Kurt’s face to his toes, as if expecting the late Elizabeth Hummel to step right out of her son’s body. “Good God.”
Smiling half-heartedly, Kurt nods towards the inside of the house. “Can I…come in? There’s something kind of important I want to talk to you about.”
Shaking his head almost in embarrassment, the doctor steps out of the way, extending his arm for Kurt to enter. It’s then that Kurt realizes that his left arm is missing, cut off at the elbow.
“Of course, of course. I’m so sorry if I’ve acted rudely, I had no idea…”
“Oh, it’s really no problem. I probably would have acted the same, what with how famous you are and all.”
Shooting Kurt a curious grin, Dr. Connors nods and leads him into the kitchen, offering him a seat at his makeshift dining table while moving to make a pot of coffee.
“So, I’m assuming you’re here to ask about your mother? She was a brilliant mind, one of the best in the world, if I might say.” He doesn’t face Kurt as he talks, but leans with his one hand pressed against the flat of the counter while he stares out from the window above the sink.
Shifting around a bit uncomfortably, Kurt grabs his bag and plops it on the table, wincing at the loud ‘thump.’ “Kind of. I-I mean, I think I…” Poking his tongue out, he roots around until he comes across a few carefully folded pieces of notebook paper. “I think I found an algorithm of my mom’s. I took the liberty to finish it up, because she was wrong in some places. I think she wasn’t quite finished with it before she had to abandon it. But, anyway, I think it can help with the serum you’re trying to make. For regeneration, I mean…”
Spinning around, Dr. Connors stares with wide eyes at the papers in Kurt’s hands.
“Kurt, what you’re implying is…”
“Crazy, I know, but—“
“Monumental.”
“O-oh.”
Fingers quivering, the doctor reaches out for the papers, licking his lips in anticipation. “May I?”
“Of course.”
The man takes the papers with extreme care, as if afraid that the slightest amount of pressure will send them crumbling to dust. Swallowing hard, he practically falls into his chair, knees buckling beneath him as his jaw falls slack in amazement.
Kurt taps his fingers against the tabletop, feeling pride bubble in his stomach as the doctor’s face splits apart with a megawatt grin.
He forgets all about the spiders.
“Kurt Hummel, I think you’ve just changed the future.”
-3-
After agreeing to meet up with Dr. Connors on Monday, Kurt goes home and, after raiding the fridge, heads up to his room to take a much needed rest.
Right as he’s about to lie down to sleep, his phone beeps, surprising him since no one ever texts him, and even when they do it’s just Blaine, who never stays up past eight thirty on the weekdays.
Kurt, it’s Sebastian. Just checking in to make sure Azimio and Karofsky haven’t cut you to pieces yet;)
Kurt can’t help the smile that tears across his face, heart fluttering and stomach quivering as he traces his fingers across the keys. Coming from anyone else, the text would probably be slightly offensive, but Kurt knows Sebastian well enough by now to realize that he’s just trying to check up on the other boy.
Leaning back against his pillows, Kurt starts to type.
Funny, because I was totally just about to text you the same thing. You know, because you would never have made it if it weren’t for me saving your ass.
(He doesn’t bother to mention the fact that he didn’t even have Sebastian’s number until thirty seconds ago.)
For a second, he wonders if it was maybe too much, but his doubts are put to rest when he gets an answering text.
Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, princess. See ya around.
Needless to say, Kurt sleeps easy that night.
But, unawares to him, everything is about to change, and not at all for the best.
The Web You Spun in My Heart - Part 10
Summary: Spiderman!Kurt AU. Kurt doesn’t plan on telling anyone, not at first. He doesn’t plan to do anything with his new found powers until he sees Blaine, the gorgeous boy he’s hopelessly crushing on, pinned against the wall in an alley. Then everything changes.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. I've been having major writers block, but alas, it is here.
Prologue / Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10
A few days later, and Kurt finds himself sitting in Blaine’s car as he drives from Dalton to his house. At the moment, he’s regretting accepting Blaine’s invitation to dinner, claiming that, even if his parents were hostile against Spiderman, there was no reason for them to hate Kurt, as long as he was being Kurt.
“What if he can sense it?” Kurt fidgeted in his seat as they pulled into his driveway. “You never know, he is sort of trained to recognize mannerisms and things.”
“Kurt,” Blaine sighed, turning in the driver’s seat and reaching over to grab both of Kurt’s hands in his. “I know you’re nervous, and I’m nervous, too. I’ve never introduced a boyfriend to my parents before.”
“That’s not why I’m –”
“Shh,” Blaine hushed him, reaching one of his hands up to stroke Kurt’s cheek gently. “It’s going to be alright, I promise.”
“What’s in that bag, anyway?” Blaine asked as he reached down and took Kurt’s hand.
“Just some things I might need in case of an. . .emergency,” Kurt replied tentatively, biting his lower lip and avoiding Blaine’s knowing gaze.
“Do you bring it with you everywhere?” Blaine murmured, his voice low in Kurt’s ear as they neared his front door.
“I don’t want to be stuck in a bad situation without it,” Kurt said. He knew it was true, that it would be the absolute worst for something to go wrong and, because of the whole secret identity thing, for him to be unable to do anything because he had left his suit hidden in his closet.
“Are you sure you would be fine to go out?” Blaine asked as he fished for his keys in his pocket. “I mean, your ankle and wrist. . .”
“Only if it’s an emergency, Blaine,” Kurt murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine’s cheek just before he propped the door open. “Only if I didn’t have a choice.”
Blaine swallowed and nodded, tugging Kurt’s hand and pulling him into the house as he called for his mom.
The Anderson house was just as nice as the exterior looked. From where he was standing, Kurt could just see the clearly elegant kitchen, while the entry way they were currently in was decorated with mahogany furniture and a big, wide, gorgeous window above the door.
“Wow,” Kurt said, his eyes wide. “This is – it’s gorgeous.”
Blaine shrugged and reached out to help Kurt with his coat. “Here,” he murmured as he slithered it down Kurt’s shoulders, “let me.”
Kurt had to visibly hold down his shiver, because now was definitely not the time to drag Blaine away and make out with him, especially since he was about thirty seconds away from meeting his parents.
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered, his cheeks tinting with color as Blaine grinned at him and hung his coat up on the rack next to the door. He was just about to ask Blaine to show him around when a clear, crystal voice sounded from around the corner.
“We’re in the dining room, dear! Dinner’s just about ready!”
“That’s my mom,” Blaine told Kurt as he grabbed his hand again.
Kurt swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He had never been nervous around parents before, but this was something different. He was meeting his boyfriend’s parents, meaning that he desperately needed their approval so that they wouldn’t mind having him over occasionally. But then Kurt also had to factor in that Blaine’s dad was one of the people who wanted Spiderman – who wanted Kurt – off of the streets.
“They know you’re coming,” Blaine whispered, “but they don’t know about. . .” He trailed off and gestured towards their linked hands between them.
“Well,” Kurt sighed, forcing his fear down into the pit of his stomach and straightening his shoulders. He put on a somewhat forced smile on his face and turned to Blaine. “There’s no time like the present.”
Blaine grinned again and pulled him into the dining room, and Kurt could almost instantly feel his parents’ eyes drop down to their hands.
“Oh!” His mother said, his eyes glowing as she smiled at them. “Blaine, you didn’t tell me that he was both a darling and you’re boyfriend!”
Kurt blushed and ducked his head as she quickly hugged Blaine, turning to Kurt when she released him and wrapping him in a hug of his own.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Anderson,” Kurt smiled, his cheeks still red hot under all the unexpected attention. “You have a lovely home.”
She clucked her thumb at him and squeezed his cheek briefly. “You are just adorable,” she grinned, looking from him to Blaine and then down at their clasped hands. “Goodness, it’s no wonder that Blaine sounds so smitten over the phone.”
“Mom –” Blaine started, but she just ruffled his hair fondly.
The sound of footsteps walking into the room startled Kurt, his smile slowly fading as he saw Mr. Anderson’s gruff expression.
“Um, hello, sir,” Kurt said, taking a few steps forward and holding out his hand.
“You must be Kurt,” he said, his voice deep and rough, like Kurt remembered it from that night he heard him arguing with Blaine. “Blaine’s told us a lot about you. Although, I’m afraid he forgot to mention that you were his boyfriend.”
“Um, it hasn’t been very long,” Blaine supplied from behind him as he took a few steps forward so he was beside Kurt again. “And I thought it would be best if I – if I introduced him in person.”
He sighed and nodded, giving Kurt one more scrutinizing look before gesturing towards the table. “Well, I guess as long as he’s not running around on the streets by himself,” he said passively, dismissively, making it clear that the conversation was over. “Now why don’t we eat before the chicken gets cold?”
Kurt and Blaine both nodded their heads as Blaine’s parents seated themselves at the long table, Kurt blushing again when Blaine pulled out his chair for him before sitting down in the seat to his right.
“So, Kurt,” Mrs. Anderson said with a smile once the food had served onto their plates. “You transferred to Dalton a few months ago?”
Kurt nodded. “Yes, due to some. . .unfortunate, circumstances.”
She smiled at Kurt, a genuine smile filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry, dear,” she murmured, “but at least you have Blaine to help you.”
“He’s been great,” Kurt assured her. “He’s made the transition much smoother than it could have been.”
Blaine’s father huffed from where his seated, an irritated, annoyed huff that Kurt knew could only mean he had something to say about Blaine again. His eyes snapped over to Blaine’s face, where he was staring down at his plate, his face pale and his bottom lip worried between his teeth.
“Paul –” his mother started, but she was quickly cut off by the look on his face.
“All I’m saying is that if he could be as helpful on his own, then maybe he would have so many incidents to begin with,” he said, his voice lower than it was previously.
“Not now, Paul, please, we have a guest –”
“And he should know about this,” he said, “he should know how much work Blaine actually is before he gets in too deep.”
Blaine was biting his lips even harder now, his eyes glistening with what Kurt assumed were unshed tears.
“And now he’s going around defending that vigilante, when he clearly is disrupting society –”
Kurt’s vision flared with fury at his words, not only because he was being offended, but because it was so, so different to hear Mr. Anderson berating Blaine in front of him, where he can actually do something about it. Blaine didn’t deserve this – Blaine, his Blaine, his innocent Blaine wouldn’t hurt anyone or purposefully make anyone’s life more difficult than it needed to be. All he’d done was be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and somehow it had turned into his fault.
“This is what you use as an incentive to capture him, the fact that he saved your son’s life?” Kurt asked, surprising himself at his sudden outburst. He couldn’t just sit around and watch Blaine be unfairly berated like that, not when he did absolutely nothing to deserve it. “Did it ever occur to you that if Spiderman hadn’t been there, he would probably be dead?”
Blaine was staring at Kurt, his face shocked with just a hint of admiration. Kurt realized, in that moment, that Blaine had probably never been stood up for like that before. It was obvious that his mother would agree with his father, no matter how much she appeared to love Blaine, it was clear that her husband would take priority in an argument.
“Well, young man,” Mr. Anderson grunted, setting his fork down forcefully on the table, “if Blaine hadn’t been out on his own –”
“He was going to get coffee,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes, “it was hardly his decision to get mugged. But I’m sure it’s on everyone’s bucket list, getting gay bashed before the age of 18.”
Kurt could tell that Mr. Anderson was fuming, but he could hardly care at the moment.
“This isn’t about Blaine,” he huffed, “this is about a – a menace running around Ohio, interfering with police work –”
“I’m going to take a shot here and say that he’s doing a better job than you are,” Kurt hissed, “and did it ever occur to you that he maybe just wants to help, that he’s not trying to cause you any trouble?”
“You seem to know an awfully lot about this.”
“In all due respect, sir, the internet is a very informative place –”
“Oh, yes, because everything you learn on the internet is true –”
Mr. Anderson was cut off by the sound of Blaine’s chair being pushed out against the hard wood floor. Kurt’s eyes shot to his face, taking in Blaine’s creased eyebrows and his obviously uncomfortable and irritated look on his face. He gave Kurt a look, one that clearly said shut your mouth, don’t make it worse than it already is, and follow me, and left the room without a word.
Kurt gulped and pushed his own chair back, setting his napkin down next to his plate and turning to Mrs. Anderson. “Thank you for the lovely dinner,” he said, forcing a genuine smile at her. “And, sir,” he said, looking towards him as he walked out of the room. “I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries. It won’t happen again.”
Mr. Anderson nodded and waved him out of the room, as if he was excusing him to run after Blaine. Like he wouldn’t have gone anyway, not after everything he’d said about Blaine . . .
No, Kurt wasn’t going to get angry about that again, not when Blaine was clearly upset.
Finding Blaine’s room was harder than Kurt would have liked, considering he’d never been to Blaine’s house before. Once he caught the sound of muffled music coming from behind a closed door, however, he knew he was in the right place.
“Blaine?” He said as he knocked gently on the door, testing the handle to see if it was unlocked. He opened it gently, smiling softly at the sight of Blaine lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, an arm thrown across his eyes as the music filled the room.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he sat down on the bed by Blaine’s feet. “I didn’t mean to get that irritated, but –”
“No, no,” Blaine whispered, not removing his arm from across his eyes. “I’m not mad at you, honestly, it’s just – I don’t understand why he can’t – why he won’t just . . .” He trailed off, his voice turning into a whimper at the last word.
Kurt pried Blaine’s arm off of his face and pulled him into a sitting position, cradling his body against him. “I wish he could understand,” he whispered into Blaine’s hair, planting a kiss right at his hairline. “I’m so sorry.”
Blaine lifted his head up from Kurt’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes, and his lips were just about to brush Blaine’s when he heard a muffled voice come from what Kurt assumed was Mr. Anderson’s police radio.
Two foreign creatures over by McKinley high, all hands requested, I repeat, all hands requested.
Kurt listened as Mr. Anderson stomped around the downstairs, presumably putting his uniform jacket back on, his muted grunts and grumbles as he rushed out of the door and into his car. He turned back to Blaine, his eyes worried.
“Kurt, I don’t know if you should – your ankle and wrist . . .”
Kurt nodded understandingly, but he knew that Blaine was aware that there wasn’t anything that could stop him. “I’ll be okay,” he murmured, stroking Blaine’s cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before grabbing his bag and slinging it over his body. “I promise.”
Blaine nodded and sniffed a little. “Call me when you get home.”
“Even if it’s late?”
Blaine smiled softly at him. “I’ll be awake,” he assured Kurt. “Trust me, I won’t be able to sleep until I know you’re safe.”
Kurt smiled at him one last time before heading to the bathroom, hoping that there was a window he could easily jump out of once he was changed into his suit.
30 Day Challenge: Look
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The Web You Spun in My Heart - Part 9
Summary: Spiderman!Klaine au. Kurt doesn’t plan on telling anyone, not at first. He doesn’t plan to do anything with his new found powers until he sees Blaine, the gorgeous boy he’s hopelessly crushing on, pinned against the wall in an alley. Then everything changes.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is shorter. It's a necessary filler though for things that are going to happen in the future.
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Blaine gulped as he sat across the table from Kurt’s father. Under normal circumstances, he would have been fine. He would have introduced himself as Blaine, Kurt’s boyfriend. He would have called him ‘sir’ and maintained eye contact and done all of the mannerly things he’d been taught over the years.
But the fact of the matter was that this wasn’t a normal circumstance. He’d walked in on him pressed against his son with their lips sealed together, and that was just not a chapter in the manners handbook his parents had given him when he was six.
“Look, kid,” Burt said slowly as he turned his gaze back to Blaine, “I’m not going to hound you, and not just because Kurt’s eavesdropping in the other room.” Blaine glanced quickly over his shoulder to see Kurt quickly looking up towards the ceiling. “If you guys are dating, then what you do when you think you have the house to yourself isn’t any of my business. Just no – um – don’t do that under my roof.”
Blaine gulped and nodded before dropped his gaze.
“I really just want to ask you to keep an eye out for him,” Burt went on after a few moments of silence. “I know I can’t keep him here forever. The drive from here to Dalton is a distance that he shouldn’t have to make every day.”
Blaine nodded and looked up at Burt to see something that he’d never seen in his own father’s eyes. Concern, love, acceptance. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and willed himself to stay in control.
“Just – this whole thing is weird,” Burt went on. “I don’t know how much it takes for Kurt to get hurt. All I do know is that my kid came in that door last night limping and cradling his wrist to his chest and – Christ, Blaine – if that’s what a couple falls can do to him…”
Burt trailed off and Blaine nodded slowly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I promise, sir,” Blaine said after a few moments of silence, his voice low and determined. “I’ll keep your son as safe as I can. I can’t completely stop him from going out and doing whatever it is he does but…I can try to make sure he stays safe and that he isn’t stretching his boundaries.”
“He’s incredibly stubborn,” Burt warned.
“I know.”
“And he’s difficult to argue with.”
Blaine laughed and nodded. “Trust me, I’m well aware of that, too.”
Burt chuckled and stood up before walking around the table to clap Blaine on the shoulder. “You’re a good kid,” Burt said as he looked down at Blaine. “You make Kurt happy, and as long as that doesn’t change and that you look after him, then I don’t have a problem with this.”
Blaine nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face.
“But I am worried about your father…”
Blaine sighed and nodded, playing with his fingers on his lap. “I am, too,” Blaine admitted. “As of right now, they personally haven’t seen him. They’ve only gotten reports from residents, but…”
“It’s only a matter of time,” Burt finished when Blaine trailed off.
Blaine nodded and sighed. “I wish I could talk some sense into him,” Blaine said, “but we aren’t on good terms anyway, and I’ve already tried and he didn’t even listen and –” Blaine cut off and let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “I’m sorry,” he went on. “I shouldn’t be unloading all of this onto you.”
Burt was silent for a few minutes, his gaze set on Blaine’s face with a certain intensity that made Blaine fidget a little.
“You’re always welcome here, kid,” Burt eventually whispered. “Always. I don’t care what the reason is, but if you aren’t comfortable at your house for whatever reason, at whatever time, you can come here.”
“I – thank you,” Blaine muttered back, his throat thick with emotion.
Burt smiled and signaled with his hand for Kurt to come into the room. Blaine stood up and wiped his sweaty hands off of his pants, a small smile on his face.
“Oh, and Blaine?” Burt said before Kurt came into the room.
Blaine looked up and met Burt’s eyes.
“You can call me Burt.”
Blaine grinned again just as Kurt sidled up next to him and gripped his hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear. “He didn’t scare you, did he?”
“No,” Blaine whispered back, bringing his free hand up to brush his thumb across Kurt’s cheek. “But I think he really likes me.”
Kurt let out a high peel of laughter as they both gave their attention back to his dad.
“Take care of each other,” he said to them gripping both of their shoulders and squeezing gently.
Blaine nodded again as Burt caught his eye, Kurt squeezing his hand as they watched the man leave the room.
“So that went well,” Kurt breathed as he looped his arms around Blaine’s neck.
“It did,” Blaine agreed, grinning as he gripped Kurt’s hips gently. “All he really told me was to keep you safe.”
Kurt smiled gently as he leaned in and started mouthing along Blaine’s jaw, his teeth grazing his slight evening stubble. “It’s Ohio,” Kurt whispered as a small moan escaped Blaine’s lips. “I think the only real things that could cause me damage are high winds and thugs trying to beat up short private school boys.”
Blaine grinned and let out a low growl before gently pushing Kurt against the wall and sealing his mouth with his own. “It’s a good thing your dad went upstairs,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s lips. “Because I think this goes under the ‘none of that in my house’ rule.”
…..
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” A voice says in the dark room. There’s only a small, blue light in the corner of the square room, illuminating a vial of something propped up on a table, a glass cover surrounding it.
“Don’t question me,” another voice, this one lower and harsher, replies. “I tried to inform your gel-infected brain already that this was the surest way to keep your job –”
“I just don’t think using things that aren’t tested –”
“So if you’d just trust me, Shuster, we can get this done and over with and you worry-wart heart won’t get caught and sent to prison.”
The man sighs and silence falls in the room, the only sound being their light footsteps.
“How are you going to get it out of –”
“Unlike you, I come prepared to do what needs to be done and instead of letting my mind wander aimlessly around my lack of love life and my failure of a glee club.”
The figure turns towards the keypad next to the glass enclosed vial before flashing a beam of light on the keys.
“Luckily my powers of intimidation combined with my natural intensity can scare anything out of the technology controlled rodents that are allowed to walk around the halls of the school,” the voice goes on as it punches in keys. “Even my all-knowing self isn’t sure as to how they came across this code, but when cornered and harassed they handed it over like a drug dealer sells crack.”
The final number is punched in and followed by a moment of anticipated silence before the glass cube is lifted from the table.
“Now just grab the condom shaped liquid and we can hightail it out of here, because I think I forgot to mention to you that the security does a building check every fifteen minutes.”
“Sue –”
But she isn’t listening, instead grabbing the vial for herself and shoving it into Will Shuester’s hand.
“Take a swig and then hand it over.”
“I don’t know –”
“It’s supposed to make you the best you can be or something along those lines,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Just do it.”
“It isn’t tested –”
“Yeah, well, my anger management pills aren’t tested either, and look how great those are working.”
Will sighs but tentatively takes a sip, Sue grabbing it out of his hands before swallowing the rest for herself.
“Alright, now I don’t feel any different but we’ll know for sure on Monday when we find out if that excuse for a principal gave your job and your little glee club over to perky little Holiday.”
The Web You Spun In My Heart - Part 8
Summary: Spiderman!Klaine au. Kurt doesn’t plan on telling anyone, not at first. He doesn’t plan to do anything with his new found powers until he sees Blaine, the gorgeous boy he’s hopelessly crushing on, pinned against the wall in an alley. Then everything changes.
Prologue / Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10
The drive to Kurt’s house was relatively silent. Blaine would hum along to the radio occasionally, and Kurt would turn his head and they’d smile at each other, but otherwise, they sat in comfortable silence, just soaking each other in with their hands clasped between them.
“Are you sure your dad will be okay with this?” Blaine asked as Kurt turned down his street. “I mean we didn’t exactly ask him if I could stay over…”
Blaine nodded and quickly opened his door, slamming it and dashing around to Kurt’s side before Kurt could even undo his seatbelt. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly as Blaine opened his door for him and held out his hand to help Kurt out. “You’re incredibly cheesy,” Kurt said as Blaine laced their fingers together. Kurt found the key to the house and opened the door, tugging Blaine inside before shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Hello?” He called, waiting a moment for a response. “I’m home!” He called again, only to again be met by silence. “He must still be at the garage,” Kurt told Blaine before releasing his hand in order to get his jacket off, “I don’t know where Finn and Carole are, though.”
Blaine hung up his own jacket and towed off his shoes, using the wall for support as he felt a slender pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat before finishing with his shoes and turning around in Kurt’s arms.
“Hi,” Kurt said softly, one of his huge, toothless grins spreading across his face. “Thank you for coming over.”
“It’s not like it was exactly a hardship for me,” Blaine said, Kurt smirking at how his voice sounded a little breathless.
“Hmm,” Kurt hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s jaw. “I suppose.”
He could feel Blaine grinning at his words as he trailed small kisses up his jaw towards his ear, his own heart hammering in his chest as Blaine’s hands moved to grip his hips.
“Kurt,” Blaine breathed as Kurt continued to kiss across his face, his kisses soft and gentle, “Couldn’t your family – um, couldn’t they walk in?”
Kurt pulled away at Blaine’s words, causing Blaine to whimper at the loss of contact and he instantly berated himself for saying anything. He was about to say something again along the words of actually forget I said anything when Kurt’s lips pressed against his gently, slow and sensual and tender. Blaine hummed as he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s torso and pulled him closer, Kurt’s own winding around his neck and playing with the escaping curls at the nape of his neck.
“I quite like kissing you,” Blaine breathed against his lips after a few moments.
Kurt let out a breathy laugh. “Mmm,” he hummed, “I quite like kissing you too.”
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Blaine asked as he started trailing his mouth down Kurt’s jaw. “I mean I’ve wanted to since the day I –” He cut off and pulled away, a small blush forming on his cheeks.
Kurt laughed at the sight of Blaine. Bashful, beautiful Blaine, who’d basically just admitted to liking him for as long as Kurt had feelings for him. “We really aren’t the brightest,” Kurt laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth. “Because I’ve liked you for that long, too.”
Kurt watched as Blaine’s eyes lit up, the hazel practically melting – and how eyes could be described as melting, Kurt didn’t know. But he was sure that’s what Blaine’s were doing.
“Okay,” Blaine laughed again, shaking his head and squeezing Kurt’s waist gently. “Okay, alright, we’re stupid, I’m stupid, you’re Spiderkurt, and I’m just going to stop talking and kiss you again.”
Kurt laughed and grinned into the kiss, their lips meeting again. It was more difficult, Kurt noted, to kiss when both parties were grinning so much. But then Blaine surged forward a little more, with a little more force, and Kurt gasped into his mouth, pulling Blaine’s face closer with the hands that were still clasped around his neck. He got lost in the feeling of Blaine’s lips – soft and chapped and just a little wet – the way they fit perfectly with this own. He reveled at Blaine’s every gasp, every murmur, and if someone would have asked him if he thought he’d be kissing a boy in his entryway a few days ago, Kurt would have answered that no, he didn’t. But here he was, wrapped up in Blaine so tightly that it was hard to distinguish one boy from the other. Blaine kissed him gently, one hand cupping his chin as he planted short, soft, closed-mouth kisses to his lips, each leaving Kurt tingly and wanting more.
Blaine moved one hand to Kurt’s wrapped wrist, stroking up and down it gently, as if willing it to heal.
“Blaine,” Kurt whispered, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “It’s fine, honestly.”
“I’m just worried,” Blaine murmured, kissing the corner of Kurt’s lips before capturing them in his own again. “If this can happen from just a storm, imagine what –”
“No,” Kurt whispered, silencing Blaine with his lips, simply because he could now. “Shh. We’re not talking about this now.”
Blaine didn’t respond, although Kurt didn’t know if it as because he admitted defeat or because if the fact that Kurt was kissing him again.
Kurt was so focused on Blaine – his hands on his waist and his breath and his lips – that he didn’t hear the clanking of keys as they unlocked the door.
“Carole, I’m tellin’ you,” his dad’s voice rang through the door as it opened, “that movie was awful and…”
He trailed off as he saw Kurt and Blaine against the wall, their eyes wide and their lips just inches apart.
Kurt felt his heart pounding and his face rapidly turning red. He glanced up at Blaine and, if he couldn’t feel his dad’s eyes boring into the back of his head, he would have laughed at Blaine. His eyes were closed and it looked as if where trying to shrink himself. “You’re not shrinking,” Kurt whispered, so that the others wouldn’t hear.
“Well he’s going to kill me,” Blaine whispered back without opening his eyes, instead seeming to squeeze them shut even more. “So you better kiss me goodbye now.”
“I’m not kissing you with my dad in the room,” Kurt replied, causing a small, stiff laugh to escape from Blaine’s clenched lips.
“Umm…boys,” Burt cleared his throat.
“Why are you guys still in the door – oh,” they heard Finn say as he walked into the door. “I’m just going to…yeah.”
Kurt closed his eyes as he heard Finn all but run down the hallway down the stairs. He stepped away from Blaine after what felt like hours of them just standing there like deer in headlights, but was probably less than a minute. He chanced a glance over his shoulder at his dad, whose expression was unreadable. Carole was moving behind Burt towards the bathroom, but there was a huge grin on her face as she winked at Kurt and mouthed ‘he’s cute!’ to Kurt.
Kurt was turning more and more red just as his dad coughed again.
“Um, hello Blaine,” Burt said with a nod of his head.
“Hello, sir,” Blaine opened his eyes and stood upright, his expression frightened but his voice was unwavering. Kurt wanted to laugh at how he could go from practically playing possum to a well-mannered private school boy in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry for coming over, but Kurt said it wouldn’t be a problem and –”
“It’s not a problem,” Burt said, and Kurt could practically feel his dad remembering what Kurt had said that morning about Blaine’s relationship with his father. “You’re always welcome here.”
Blaine nodded, Kurt noticing that his hands were shaking from where they were clasped in front of him.
“Um, Kurt,” Burt addressed him now. Kurt swallowed and waited. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?”
Kurt nodded and turned back to Blaine as he watched his dad walk into the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable in the living room,” he told Blaine, squeezing his hand quickly.
“Are you in trouble?” Blaine asked, his voice worried. “Because I can leave. My brother’s in town and I can have him pick me up if it’s a problem –”
“It’s not a problem,” Kurt said, “you heard him, Blaine. He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.”
Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt’s cheek once, after turning his head and making sure there wasn’t anyone nearby.
“Seriously,” he said as Kurt gave Blaine’s hand another squeeze. “I’m not in trouble, I promise.” He paused for a moment before remembering something Blaine had said. “You have a brother?”
Blaine laughed and nodded. “Stop procrastinating and go see what he wants, Kurt,” Blaine said. “We’ll talk about it when you’re done.”
Kurt nodded and turned to walk into the kitchen, smiling fondly when he glanced back and saw Blaine sitting precariously on the edge of the sofa, as if he was afraid to mess it up.
Kurt shook his head fondly, practically jumping when he heard his dad’s voice behind him. “Kid’s terrified of me,” Burt said.
Kurt turned around, his heart thumping from the small fright. “Can you blame him?” Kurt asked. “First time he meets you and you walk in on…that.” He blushed again as he said the words, ducking his head and avoiding his father’s gaze.
“What was ‘that’ that I walked in on?” Burt asked, leaning against the back of one of the kitchen chairs and crossing his arms. “When did that happen?”
“Um…today,” Kurt admitted, his cheeks flushing even more. He glanced up at his dad to see his eyes softening a little.
“You told him, didn’t you?”
Kurt had always wondered how his dad was so perceptive all the time. He’d just always been like that.
“I didn’t tell him, per say,” Kurt said after a few moments. “But he found the red ski mask I used before I got the suit.”
“The one you were wearing when you saved him.”
It wasn’t a question, and Kurt knew that Blaine had probably mentioned that detail to Burt when he was telling him what had happened that night which was , now that Kurt thought about it, only a week ago.
“Look, I’m happy for you, I am,” Burt said after a few moments of silence. “But we need some ground rules.”
“Dad –”
“No, if he’s staying here for the weekend – which I’m assuming he is since his car isn’t around – then we need to establish them now.”
Kurt sighed and slumped back against the wall, wanting nothing more than to bury his head in his hands.
“And, after walking in on that, I think they’re pretty necessary.”
Kurt groaned and chanced a glance at Blaine, barely able to see him out of the corner of his eye. The TV was on, but Blaine wasn’t watching it. He was gripping his hands in his lap again, his expression concerned as he stared into the kitchen in what was obviously an attempt at eavesdropping. Kurt smirked and caught his eye, raising an eyebrow at him before Blaine ducked his head and looked away, pink smattering across his cheeks.
He is so damn cute, Kurt thought before he was pulled back by his dad.
“Kurt. Kurt!”
Kurt looked at his dad guilty, only to find him shaking his head and chuckling. “You’ve both got it so bad,” he said.
“Now, give me your attention for a few more minutes and you can go back to your boy, okay?”
“First,” Burt said, Kurt glaring at him as he smirked at his blush, “doors stay open.”
“Dad, we’re not going to –”
“I don’t care, we’re making it a rule now that is in affect now and in the future.”
Kurt blushed again, glancing at Blaine again to see his face buried in his hands in what Kurt assumed was embarrassment.
“Second, no funny business in my house. You guys can kiss or whatever, just no –”
“Dad!”
“I’m serious, Kurt. We need to establish boundaries now to avoid issues in the future.” Burt paused before starting again. “And…treat each other right,” he mumbled, not meeting Kurt’s eyes. “You matter, Kurt. You both do.”
Kurt blushed again, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping that his dad didn’t give him a full blown sex talk with Blaine right in the other room.
“Last one,” Burt went on after a few awkward moments. “Blaine sleeps on the couch.”
Kurt sighed and nodded. He knew that one was coming, whether they were together or not.
“…are you done?” Kurt asked, biting his lip as his cheeks refused to stop blushing.
“Yes,” Burt said, leaning back against the chair again and smirking at Kurt. “Go send your boy in here.”
“Dad, don’t scare him!” Kurt protested, looking at Blaine again only to find him watching Kurt with wide, terrified eyes.
“I just want to talk to him,” Burt insisted, standing upright and walking over to Kurt, giving his shoulder a shove in the direction of the living room. “Now go.”
Kurt sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, not noticing until now that they had been sweating during their talk.
“Hi,” Kurt said as he sat down next to Blaine, smiling faintly as Blaine reached over and clasped his hand.
“Don’t make me do it,” Blaine said instantly, his voice shaking a little.
“I knew you were eavesdropping,” Kurt teased, gently nudging Blaine with his shoulder. “But it’ll be fine. I promise.”
Blaine nodded and made no inclination to move.
“Come on,” Kurt stood up and grabbed both of Blaine’s hands, hauling him up with him. “Just get it over with, okay?”
Blaine nodded again and still didn’t move.
“You’re stubborn,” Kurt whispered before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was against his better judgment, really, especially considering his dad was right in the kitchen. He knew they were out of his line of view, but still.
He pulled away after a few seconds, laughing as Blaine tried to chase his lips with his own. “Nu-uh,” he smirked, “No more until you talk to him.”
“But –”
“Go,” Kurt laughed, giving him another peck on the cheek before shoving him towards the kitchen. Blaine glared at him as he rounded the corner, Kurt taking a seat on the couch and lounging back so that he could see Blaine clearly.
The Web You Spun In My Heart - Part 7
Summary: Spiderman!Klaine au. Kurt doesn’t plan on telling anyone, not at first. He doesn’t plan to do anything with his new found powers until he sees Blaine, the gorgeous boy he’s hopelessly crushing on, pinned against the wall in an alley. Then everything changes.
A/N: heh this chapter is 4,000+ words. Also I'm going out of town tomorrow, so there won't be any updates until I return.
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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…”
“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.