The Super League Of Slightly Weird Teens
Title: The Super League Of Slightly Weird Teens
Pairing: Klaine, Kurtofsky
Rating: NC-17
WordCount: ~7200
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Drama( Cause Karofsky's an asshole), Crack (Cause Sue's innit)
Warnings: Dub!Con.(Please take Karofsky taking advantage of his powers on Kurt VERY seriously) The story loosely follows a canon format but it IS AU so be prepared for deviations.
Verse Summary: Kurt Hummel is not your average teenager. He's a super hero, what he hadn't known was that there are more like him.
Installment Summary: Kurt moves to Dalton eventually because he's a step away from losing his temper and sending a jock to a hospital. Blaine is supportive and Karofsky takes advantage of his shapeshifting powers
Co-creator: longas91
Beta: alexxasick
Author's Note: This is a SuperHero Verse and NOT a multichapter. The installments will refer to each other but since I can't promise to keep coherent storylines or regular updates I'm not making any promises about the next part, okay? Inspired by longas91's brilliant art here and here and also his brilliant ideas on who should have what power. He kind of created it really (in utter awe of his and his drawings)
Kurt Hummel always felt that superheroes were like homosexuals.
Awesome and underrated.
Awesomely underrated.
Of course in the world where he lived, people spend all their lunch money buying superhero comics but like in each of the superhero’s universe they’d go through shit.
Except Kurt Hummel never thought that he’d be both.
Well he almost always knew he was gay but he very recently realized he could be a superhero.
He’s always been a little bit stronger than most boys especially considering his size.
When he’d been a little kid, other boys used to be simultaneously afraid of his strength and make fun of his eccentric clothing choices. He’d stopped both displaying his strengths and inviting them over to tea parties from then.
Girls used to find him a darling and he was good for carrying their heavy school bags when they were still too young to have boyfriends to do it from them. Later he just sort of stopped and people forgot what they couldn’t see. They didn’t really pay much attention to him other than to make fun of his exotic personality when their own shamble of a life caught up to their sad little brains.
Burt always was and always would be supportive of Kurt’s eccentricities, after all they do come at the expense of his paycheck and although he loved his son and paid attention to him, he always attributed Kurt’s agility and strength to the fact that Kurt liked the martial arts and had helped around the garage lifting heavy things for many years. Burt would usually steer clear of Kurt whenever he came out with his pair of sai and katana even though they were made of rubber and wood respectively, his son just looked really ferocious and a little ridiculous in the sequined and Kurt-o-mized Japanese traditional clothing.
Kurt however sometimes wished he had the real versions of his sai (he’d probably cut himself with the katana but oh well), his sensei always told him he was especially gifted with them, defending himself and disarming his enemies. Kurt agreed he wasn’t the violent type, he’d much prefer disarming his opponent of their weapons and then have a deep conversation about anger management and how it’s not nice to kill people.
So when Karofsky starts bullying him in school Kurt ignores it. He takes pity on the one with enough originality to come up with “Fury” as a nickname for his fist. Why would anyone even name his or her fists?
But Kurt didn’t fight not because he couldn’t but because he didn’t want to and also because he wasn’t allowed to bring his katana no matter how non fatal it was to school after that one time with Finn and his broken ribcage.
When the outlet for his frustrations, namely New Directions, start giving him a hard time because Mr. Schuester decides he can’t join the girls group, Kurt sucks it up and leaves, takes his elaborate drawings and planned sequences and heads on over to Dalton because that’s what Puck told him to do. And Puck was a jock. They were all jocks there, he was outnumbered and he was supposed to stick to the status quo, the bullied queer, no matter how much it bothered him (damn Finn and his ribcage). So he listened to the seemingly stronger kids because or else they would beat him up (yeah right…) but he couldn’t take the stress of suddenly being the “Top Dog Queer”, there were no books on it, no movies, no instruction booklet or stupid pamphlets in Ms. Pillsbury’s office (the last one was a sore disappointment)
Of course, Kurt had never anticipated the ‘dumb jock’ to come up with a good idea in his insensitivity because it was inspiring to be in a place where not only was the glee club ‘local rock stars’ but the ‘Top Dog’ was gay. A whole 17 years worth of instruction pamphlets right in front of him in a compact version of curly hair (horribly greased) hair, enigmatic smiles and piercing brown eyes.
Blaine, as he found out later to be his name had caught his lack of spying skills. It didn’t take much effort really. After he’d finished performing ‘Teenage Dream’ and rendering Kurt a hapless mass of unintelligent jelly he’d strut right on over to him standing star struck in the middle of the doorway and looked him straight in the eyes.
“You’re not really the new kid are you?” He asked and Kurt swore his brown eyes twinkled at that moment and Kurt could literally do nothing but tell him the truth, like he was somehow compelled to.
Kurt shook his head and he’d expected a hard glare and some sort of threat but Blaine’s face had broken out into a pleased grin as he turned back and called out to two other boys, “Wes! David! We got ourselves a spy.” There were no real malice in his words and he even chuckled at Kurt like it was a big joke.
It turned out his lack of conspiracy skills was the big joke as David called him endearing. But mostly he was surprised when Blaine had asked for a moment alone and had looked deeply into his eyes again and Kurt found himself unable to look away.
“I take it, you’re having problems at school.”
And Kurt is again unable to lie or look away and blurts everything out and Blaine just looks so comforting and understanding like he could curl himself up in his arms and just lay there safe and not judged. He wasn’t lewd, he wasn’t the type to throw himself into someone’s arms just cause they were gay and possibly not averse to physical relationships with him.
Blaine’s advice sticks to him, he wants to stand up, and he wants to confront, not beat up, not force and most importantly not be like them. The little word of encouragement that Blaine texts to him does give him ‘courage’ every moment to live on and fight on and be proud of himself. He admits he becomes just a little bit obsessed if printing out Blaine’s Facebook profile picture and putting it up on his locker after a few days of knowing him is any indication and his practice sessions with his katana seems less compulsive, less intense and he can enjoy the way the weight of the blade feels resting in his hands, or how the pressure changes as he slices it through the air and finally how it comes back to rest against his palm and the slight pressure in his biceps at slowing down its momentum is all exhilarating and fresh.
This control, over his anger, frustrations, strengths and raw impulse to break lose sometimes and strangle Karofsky and those other jocks, it wouldn’t have been possible without his sai, katana and his martial arts. The reason why he wouldn’t play sport or shove back when he was shoved was more deep-rooted than just a simple desire to remain the bigger person.
Kurt was afraid of himself, of what he could do to people so he suppressed himself and he learned to control. But when he felt the edges of control and oppression fray he took Blaine’s words to heart and he confronted Karofsky.
He followed him till he reached the locker room and that’s when he got his real scare.
Karofsky kissing him did something to him; it brought out raw, uncharted emotions like the ones that used to burst in rages before he had taken control of them, except they weren’t similar to his childhood urges, these were different. His heart leapt from his chest and beat impossibly fast so that for a moment he didn’t know what to do with himself but just breathe and stare and exist and when Karofsky leaned in again, for the first time since he can remember he had shoved back because no way was he going to lose control like that again.
He’d ran, ran away from everything McKinley, Karofsky, high school and uncontrolled and he’d found himself shakily calling Blaine, the one person who calmed him and had given him hope, brought him out of the downward spiral of an oppressive life that Kurt had resigned himself to lead. Blaine had sounded concerned and comforting even over the phone and he’d promised to come over tomorrow because he was busy today and he just sounded so sorry and so guilty that Kurt’s heart ached.
And just as Blaine had promised he was at the gates of McKinley just as school gave out. Kurt didn’t know how Blaine had managed to do that because to get here by the time the day at McKinley was over he’d have to leave Dalton’s when the day at Dalton’s was not but Blaine had smiled and said it wasn’t a big deal when Kurt asked and it was that smile and the way Blaine put his hands gently on his shoulders and looked at him that had unleashed it again, turned him into a quivering heap of nerves in Blaine’s arms as he recounted what had happened the day before with Karofsky.
Blaine shushed him and told him it was alright, that he would handle it and oddly enough Kurt felt like everything was solved, he stopped crying and shivering and just stood straight looked back at Blaine confident and ready to confront Karofsky once again, yesterday if someone had told him that someone could make him confront Karofsky again he’d have called them crazy and maybe bonked them on the head lightly with his katana just for bringing Karofsky up but with Blaine beside him Kurt felt like he could conquer the world.
When Blaine and Kurt had cornered Karofsky, Kurt noticed how desperately Blaine tried to make eye contact with the bully, edging words out slowly and gingerly like trying to coax Karofsky into taking their help but Karofsky kept him eyes averted and didn’t listen to Blaine. Kurt felt sorely disappointed; it felt like if Karofsky would listen to anyone, he’d listen to Blaine because there was this thing where you just couldn’t not listen to him. But instead Karofsky had shoved Blaine into the nearest horizontal surface and Kurt had been terrified, terrified that Karofsky would hurt Blaine or do to him what he had done to Kurt.
And Kurt was so afraid that he lost control again as he gripped into Karofsky’s shoulder and shoved once more. He stopped himself from moving closer to Karofsky because his insides were in a mess and he might as well have thrown him down the stairs with the blood pounding in his ears. Instead he let Karofsky walk away glad that Blaine was there beside him when he dropped boneless onto the stairs and admitted in a small voice something that might be a little closer to the real problem and the cause of his mental than being shoved like he always had been.
“Before yesterday, I’d never been kissed before.”
And Blaine had looked at him intrigued, a little disbelieving.
“At least one that counted.”
And he was glad that Blaine helped him up without prying because just having the physical contact made him feel like Blaine’s confidence was seeping into him and he felt well enough to walk without falling down. All through lunch he felt oddly inebriated, light and worriless. Blaine didn’t bring Karofsky up or his embarrassing confession from earlier and Kurt relaxed sooner than he’d have thought he was capable of.
It made him feel like having lunch with Blaine always.
Kurt felt a little selfish to just leave McKinley and ruin his father’s honeymoon especially since his relationship with Finn was just starting to improve but all efforts people made to be nicer to him just felt like fake sympathy. It started to close in on him and suffocate him, those pitying glances. He wasn’t your average teenager, heck he wasn’t even your average gay teenager most of the time but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be normal. And not in the way that rich kids would want to be normal, like he really wanted to be normal sometimes, to shed off his skin for a bit but he couldn’t.
So when his dad offered him a chance to go to Dalton’s he did the next best thing to changing himself, he changed his surroundings. And he got to see Blaine everyday, feel his comforting presence, and see his beautiful smile. Kurt never really believed in love at first sight but he couldn’t deny that, that was what that instant attraction had been, even when he hadn’t known that Blaine had been gay.
That moment on the stairwell when Blaine touched his hand he felt happy, his worries felt petty and his anger felt misguided.
From the way everything was playing out after he arrived at Dalton Kurt finally started feeling normal, like he fit in until after that evening when he started to acquaint a new word to himself.
Superhero
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Kurt might have been a little lost. He had to switch to a dojo nearer to Dalton’s if he wanted to continue his training and he wasn’t completely sure where he was. He was jogging now, well most people would say he was running but considering the speed at which he could really run, this was jogging for his standards and took more or less the same effort.
He needed to find his path soon or else he’d be late and miss curfew and his privilege to go to dojo would be revoked and Kurt would hate that. Blaine and the Warblers and the appreciation was nice but training had helped in more than just fitting in with others, it had helped him accept himself and he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go of that.
Kurt fervently hoped that his impeccably white pants weren’t becoming dusty in jogging around in the long road. He adjusted his red scarf around his neck so that it wouldn’t strangle him as he increased speed a little and it provided a nice contrast to his tight fitted blue blouse.
However he decided to take a little detour when he heard a shout from the road he’d just left. The main reason he went back was because the raged scream sounded very familiar to what he was previously used to hearing and sure enough there was Sue Sylvester wrestling a guy who had tried to mug her. What she didn’t notice was the second guy creeping behind her with a crowbar aimed at her head.
And Kurt dashed, he’d never really needed to run before but now that he surged forward he was there in a split second before the crowbar could make contact, grabbing the crowbar thug’s hand and throwing him over the shoulder without any of the judo techniques he’d randomly picked up over the years.
He simply lifted the guy off the ground and threw him far away from Sue. By the time he was conscious of what he was doing Sue was already staring at him dumbstruck.
“Oh. My. Sweet. Porcelain.”
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When Sue told him that she has a special get together over the weekend and that he must be there Kurt had smelt something fishy.
What he hadn’t fathomed was that it was a gathering of superheroes. Except they were far from the justice league, they were more like the odd group of teenagers with something akin to superhuman abilities, like being a counter-tenor.
What was more amazing was that the party consisted of Puck, Quinn, Rachel and Mike Chang.
“Welcome Porcelain to the Super League of Slightly Weird Teens” Sue’s voice rang out clear through her living room.
Rachel cleared her throat, “We had outvoted that name last meeting.” She reminded in her high, prissy voice.
“As opposed to what? Rachel’s Ravenous Rogues?”
“We’re unnamed!” Quinn clarifies in her voice that has irritation underlying every forced syllable.
Sue made an annoyed grunt, “Fine then, Porcelain welcome to the Unnamed.”
And Quinn seems like she is about to speak again when Kurt interrupts, “So what are you guys supposed to be?”
“Not ‘you guys’ Porcelain, ‘us’, now you are a part of Unnamed.” Quinn seems like she wants to say something again as Sue finishes but Kurt interjects.
“So what are we?”
But before Sue can say anything Rachel’s excited voice cuts through, “We’re superheroes.”
“Like fighting crime?”
“Not yet…” Rachel isn’t sure how to continue before Sue takes over again.
“You could say we’ve been waiting for you.”
And all this suddenly starts seeming like a horrible, horrible trap.
“We’re mostly in training at the moment and so can’t really engage in fighting crime. I mean last time Quinn tried she ended up covering a whole alleyway in ice, it took many, many blow driers to melt that.” Rachel ended by giggling like it was a particularly funny story.
“I’m Cryokinetic,” Quinn offers as explanation, “I actually discovered this ability quite recently after being dumped by Sam, I felt these moments of uncontrollable rage during which I’d end up freezing stuff.” Quinn finished her anecdote in a sweet voice, “but its getting better.” And she reached out for Kurt’s glass, the liquid in it froze, ‘I can now freeze the liquid without freezing the solid glass.” She finished proudly.
“I’m a Vocal Amplifier.” Rachel introduces her power without any prompting, “I have great control over my powers because I’ve always known I was special and trained from a very young age, “Except I can’t show you because it’ll probably knock you out and break a lot of stuff.
Since everyone was introducing themselves, Kurt turned automatically to Mike Chang who shrugged, “I memorize stuff really quick…like without even realizing I was memorizing. Until Sue told me it was special I always just thought MTV was a really great teacher.”
When Kurt looked at Puck he looked back blankly before turning to Sue, “What was I again?”
“Pherokinetic.” She said with a roll of her eyes and clarified at Kurt’s confused expression, “There has to be something wrong when a guy can score with so many girls with that grass patch on his head he likes to call hair.”
When Kurt still looked confused Puck burst, “I’m the sex machine, irresistible, constant source of pheromones, man.” He said with his arms outstretched like he expects girls to jump into them any moment.
“Porcelain here has Super Strength and Enhanced Agility, a perfect addition.” Sue diverts their attention from Puck’s moment of self-adoration and the rest of the group claps for him.
Kurt isn’t sure how he should react to all this. Thinking he was a freak all his life to actually have it confirmed and then find out there were more like him all in one day was a little overwhelming. But there was one question that burned in him more overwhelming than the fact there was an actual group of superheroes with nothing in particular to do cooped up in Sue’s living room.
“What’s your superpower?” Kurt looks straight at Sue.
Sue takes a dramatic pause, her lips curling up in a self-satisfied smirk
“Super Awesomeness.”
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“Kurt, will you relax?” Blaine said on one of their outings to the coffee shop.
“I am relaxed.” Kurt retorted, annoyed because he felt they hadn’t really reached that position in their relationship where he could tell Blaine that he was a potential superhero or at very best a Super Weird Teen and not be tagged a rabid basket case. Then again there was that urge that he wanted to blurt everything out to Blaine.
Blaine reached across the table and took his chin between his thumb and index finger and turned Kurt’s head to face his, he looked into Kurt’s eyes, “Kurt, relax.”
And Kurt did.
“I have some big plans.” Blaine said mischievously and Kurt forgot about being a superhero (or Super Weird Teen) for a moment, intrigued.
“Blaine Warbler Anderson is in love.”
And Kurt hadn’t accounted on Blaine standing up in the middle of a Warbler meeting and use official minutes to request a serenade at the Gap when Blaine had told him he was in love in the coffee shop.
Somewhere inside Kurt had felt that they way he was so deeply comfortable around Blaine despite having just met meant something, something more intense than the casual relationship they executed mostly. And he had felt that something so instantaneous, so impulsive would be mutual.
Only it wasn’t and when Blaine started to sing at the Gap Kurt felt like the room had burst with Blaine’s energy and enthusiasm and for the first time since Kurt can remember he’d felt jealous that he wasn’t in someone else’s shoes.
Kurt didn’t want to admit that he was in love with someone who would serenade another but what Kurt wanted or did not want to admit had nothing to do with reality and he found himself stopping the urge to doodle Blaine’s name in his notebook more often than he approved.
Blaine was never your average teenager, he was extraordinary, exuberant and compelling but Kurt hadn’t figured at least until after Blaine’s Gap Junior Manager rejected him ruthlessly that he was also a little bit strange and oddly arrogant for a guy who’s just been dumped.
“I could have any guy I wanted you know. I can get them.” Blaine says looking contemplatively straight ahead of him.
“Oh?”
“But I soon figured, that was just an illusion.”
“Hmm…” Kurt didn’t expect Blaine to be completely coherent after having been told off so harshly.
“But sometimes I feel that an illusion would be better than the reality of not being loved.”
And Kurt was a little angry with that. Blaine was loved, maybe not by the person he wanted but he was loved unlike Kurt who was only randomly molested as his first kiss. It was depressing watching someone else who clearly has had a better love life than him (at least one exists for Blaine) and still is depressed about it. It makes Kurt feel pathetic in ways he doesn’t want to feel pathetic.
“You are loved Blaine.” Kurt says voice sharp in his irritation and Blaine looks at him quizzically, “You’re just sore because it’s me and not Jeremiah.”
“Kurt?”
“I get it Blaine, that you’ve been nice to me because it’s easy to sympathize with the weak gay kid and I’m sorry I’d thought after all the support, coffee dates and flirty songs that the person you were going to serenade was me.” And okay so he hadn’t meant to sound that bitchy (or whiny)
“I’m sorry Kurt…I hadn’t meant to do that to you.” And Blaine looked so ashamed, like he was asking for sympathy and forgiveness that Kurt forgot to ask what Blaine hadn’t meant to do.
In retrospect, Kurt had become quite curious about that last statement. Kurt wondered if Blaine had meant to say that he hadn’t meant to be so perfect so that Kurt could manage not falling for him.
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Dave Karofsky was never normal and it took him a lot of getting used to this fact. The day he discovered this was when he was five and had broken his mother’s favorite lamp, the one with the body in the shape of a petite angel with wings. He had run hoping that he could look like someone else, anyone else at all, like the neighbor’s kid and he’d hid and found that even when his mother looked directly at him crouching behind a bush she had smiled sweetly and patted him on the head before turning away and continued her search.
He trotted out from behind the bush bewildered when he caught his face on a window and he did look like the neighbor’s kind. He also discovered after turning back to looking like himself he was very exhausted.
Karofsky had tried to impersonate his father next and it would have worked except when he was going out of his room, his discovered his voice had remained the exact same high pitched voice of a 5 year old.
Karofsky had always used this ability when he needed to disappear for a few minutes, avoid pesky relatives, annoying teachers but it wasn’t something he felt like exploiting. Even when he bullied he wanted to bully as himself even though it meant he could do it as someone else and avoid risky situations. But he liked the fear he could see in their eyes and it was an immense pleasure to know that it was all due to him.
Karofsky liked being powerful, superior.
That’ why he felt weak when those feelings started cropping up for a guy who’d strut with cocked hips and look like a faerie in latest fashion. He hated that when those glasz eyes would be on him he’d want to brush his hair or dust imaginary dust from his shoulders just to look his best. No matter who he turned into or impersonated or tried to be, he couldn’t stop liking Kurt.
And so he bullied him like any sensible five year old would do to the girl they like. He bullied him until Kurt would do what he didn’t have the resolve to do, avoid him. Except Kurt didn’t back down, Kurt cornered him and he pushed him until it all came out.
And he felt like an even bigger coward for not manning up to it.
He would have. He wanted to.
He would have told Kurt how much he loves him, how much he’s enchanted by him, how much time he spends thinking about him.
But Kurt came to him with someone else. Someone he could stick close to, someone he trusted, someone he needed for support because he was afraid of the big, bad bully.
Kurt never understood what that kiss had meant.
But Karofsky understood why Kurt had shoved him when he pushed Blaine into the grills.
Blaine was someone Kurt wanted to protect.
Just like Karofsky wanted to protect Kurt.
How had he turned into the bad guy?
When Kurt left McKinley, he thought it was a blessing. Karofsky thought that without that compulsive presence always grabbing his attention he’d stop thinking about Kurt. Only it became worse because he couldn’t see Kurt, so he didn’t know what Kurt was doing, how he was, what he was wearing or who was being a bitch to.
Or worse, who he was with.
Karofsky knew that if he did what he was thinking of doing for the past week his obsession would turn him into a stalker but if he knew that if he didn’t see Kurt he would go crazy anyway.
Karofsky was a little nervous as he straightened out his blue blazer. He had quickly transformed into the first blue blazer clad kid he saw from behind Dalton’s gates and hoped he wouldn’t come across any of the guy’s friends because he didn’t even know who he was supposed to be. He spent a good amount of time on the net trying to fathom from Dalton’s homepage where Junior Years might hang out but he had a hunch when he heard music coming from down one of the halls.
Suddenly the largest wooden door that marked the end of the hallway burst open and more of those blue blazer clad boys skipped out, still singing and harmonizing but that was all irrelevant when right in the middle of them was Kurt led out in the arms of that boy, Blaine.
But before he could seethe any more at the scene boys starting coming from behind him, probably trying to see the performance in the hallways and Karofsky used that opportunity to slip back out through the crowd unnoticed.
Karofsky didn’t know when it became a weekly habit. He’d wait out in the garage till one of the freshmen would climb into their cars with their parents and head out for a weekend overnight. They were easy to pick out because their mothers would fawn over them a lot more than any other year’s. Then he’d hang out in the Junior Year Building hoping to catch Kurt around. It wasn’t prohibited for the different years to hang out in each other’s buildings. They just normally didn’t fortunately. He had found out the Warbler rehearsal room his first day at stake out and in the following weeks had managed to find out where Kurt stayed (that might have been due to the room allocation list put up on the bulletin board more than his awesome stalker-esque qualities)
He’d taken out to sit behind the branch off into another hallway a little way up front of Kurt’s. It was mostly deserted and even though he usually knew the name of the alias he adopted, he didn’t know many others. He’d gotten to know the Warblers just in case (they were also up there on the bulletin board) along with a few jocks. (bulletin boards are useful) Sometimes he’d even sit outside Warbler practices, he didn’t need to be very discreet about doing that because a few kids tended to do that. Damn, who knew loser glee kids could actually be popular?
Sometimes Kurt would not be at Dalton’s because he was taking a weekend overnight to his own house but most of the times Karofsky saw him Kurt would be with Blaine and Karofsky would be torturing himself most of those times.
With the way Blaine was always touching Kurt and always looking at him, Blaine’s hands were huge and they were always, always on Kurt.
A hand to the shoulder, a sappy gaze, a hand around the waist or a horrible gut wrenching mix of the three.
Blaine was a lawsuit waiting to happen. But it never did.
Karofsky wasn’t blind to how Kurt would lean in, linger and subtly chase the physical contact once it was retracted. (and it wasn’t retracted enough times)
Even though Karofsky wasn’t sure what Blaine’s position was in all of this, he knew Kurt was infatuated with him.
After all, his shoulder still hurt.
On one such day he’d been sitting in his hiding spot for such a long time that he’d forgotten the time and it had become quite late. Kurt had long since entered his room once Blaine had seen him off, brushing a loose strand off his hair off his forehead. It was always adorable a single strand would come loose right from the middle of Kurt’s usually immaculately styled hair whenever he was flustered or excited.
Karofsky didn’t know what he was thinking and probably never will when he slipped into Kurt’s bedroom in the same blue blazer he’d been wearing all day except his hair wasn’t black but a darkish brown with curls instead of the straight locks that had tickled his ears all evening, his eyes were a piercing brown instead of the deep blue his freshman alias’s had been.
Kurt’s roommate hadn’t returned to the room and Karofsky had noticed that, it had played an important part in the decision he had made to rise of his seemingly eternal slump against the whitewashed hallway walls and slowly peek into Kurt’s room. He just wanted to see how Kurt lived, what type of things he owned and used, the things that made Kurt beautiful and unique.
The light in the side of Kurt’s roommate was turned on which basked Kurt lying on his bed on the other end in a warm glow, enough for Karofsky to see Kurt’s peaceful face, beautiful in the way it was devoid of any emotion and the tough mask Kurt always seemed to have on. The desk beside Kurt’s bed an array little odd bits and pieces on one side of it and countless number of cosmetics pushed to the back, which left the center of the table blank. The chair fitted in front of it had a black cushion with blue sequins that seemed to match the colour of Kurt’s eyes and there was a shawl draped over the back. Without realizing what he was doing Karofsky stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he reached for the shawl on the table, he wanted to feel the cashmere against his fingertips, Kurt’s shawl right within reach and in his bewilderment Karofsky realized the person was right there beside him, a hand’s length away.
He couldn’t look away from how half his face was in shadow, how delicate his face looked with fiery eyes closed and amber eyelashes fluttering against the top of his cheekbone, the way his beautiful, pink lips were parted just so… so that all he could think of doing was trace them with his thumb and so he did.
Kurt’s lips stretched into a ghost of a smile and Karofsky leaned down to kiss them.
Peaceful, happy Kurt.
Kurt’s eyes slipped open a little before closing again and he rolled onto his side, one hand reaching forward to rest on Karofsky’s shoulder, he made a low growling noise before speaking, half of the name eaten up in Kurt’s drowsy mumble
“Blaine…” Kurt’s smile became wider as he said it.
And Karofsky remembered that he entered Kurt’s room as Blaine, that for the first time in his life, he was too afraid to approach someone in his true form. He would rather have that soft, lazy smile directed at Blaine than a look of disgust or fear for him in those mesmerizing glasz eyes.
He’d rather kiss Kurt one more time than never again. So he did.
A soft pressure and Karofsky’s heart leapt out his chest when it was replied with a soft pressure of Kurt’s lips a moment later. Karofsky became a little bolder taking Kurt’s bottom lip between his and sucking and Kurt moaned and that really did drive Karofsky mad, he thread a hand through Kurt’s hair as he kissed him, messing the locks up and taking pleasure in how easily it ruffled under the manipulations of his fingers, softer than it looked during the day styled with a fistful of gel and generous spritzes of hairspray. It trailed down to the soft skin of his cheeks, down his jaw and suddenly Kurt stirred, his movements becoming sloppy until he stopped responding altogether and Karofsky opened his eyes to see that Kurt had his eyes wide open shell shocked but he hadn’t pulled away and their lips were pressed against each other until Karofsky moved back an inch to give them some space but it wasn’t enough, all Karofsky could think in between terror of having been found out was how he’d love to just plunge back to what they were doing.
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered softly, scared and Karofsky remembered once again that that was who he was to Kurt in this moment and that if Kurt was kissing someone willing, no, enthusiastically then it was Blaine, “I thought you wanted to be just friends.”
And Karofsky couldn’t believe his ears, be just friends with Kurt? Who? Blaine? That had to be the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in the past weeks. Blaine was always around Kurt and the way he looked at Kurt, who was Blaine trying to kid saying such bullshit and what was wrong with Kurt to believe that?
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered again a little assertively, lightly touching his cheek and pressing their foreheads together, “What’s wrong?”
And no matter who he wanted and no matter who Blaine denied wanting, the only important thing was that Kurt wanted Blaine and right now that’s who he was.
‘Blaine’ kissed Kurt again, “You sure?” Kurt said impossibly low, the words forming against his lips and ‘Blaine’ couldn’t muster an answer, he didn’t trust his voice would come out right and he didn’t want to traumatize Kurt but the truth was he wasn’t sure about any of this. This was wrong on so many levels but when ‘Blaine’ leaned forward to kiss Kurt again more surely and forcefully, he knew that despite his doubts he wanted to do this.
He just didn’t know if would regret it later, when he wasn’t Blaine anymore but Karofsky and Kurt wouldn’t look at him the same way he was looking now, so vulnerable and yet so trusting.
What had Blaine ever done to deserve this from Kurt?
‘Blaine’ shuffled off his shoes clumsily as he clambered onto the bed, half his weight settling on top of Kurt and the press of their bodies against each other was delicious, Kurt’s light restrained whimpers as ‘Blaine’ hands roamed over his chest slowly unbuttoning Kurt’s pajama top button by button.
Kurt scrambled for the buttons of his blazer and once that was shoved off his shoulder, Kurt reached for the button of his trousers and ‘Blaine’ imagined he looked slightly surprised so that Kurt stopped his fumbling uncertainly.
“I guess I really wanted this.” Kurt sounded embarrassed and a little bit unsure and it did things to ‘Blaine’s’ stomach. It dropped like he was feeling nauseous and jittery all and ‘Blaine’ wanted Kurt to know that he could want anyone in the world and have no reason to be embarrassed about it but he couldn’t speak so he grab Kurt’s loosening grip on his trouser and pressed his fingers against the obvious tent in his pants and Kurt let out a shuddery breath. And embarrassment washed over ‘Blaine’ because of what he was doing to Kurt and Kurt just seemed so willing and yielding to his touch, so eager to touch back, to establish a connection with the completely wrong person.
Kurt opened his fly leaving the trousers loose around his hips as he pulled at the tie, loosening it enough to pull it over his head and throw it carelessly to the floor. Kurt seemed a little desperate as he pulled at the buttons of their shirts together and ‘Blaine’ was on the way to losing his control as well so he grabbed Kurt’s busy hands and pressed him into the bed above his head, stopping to breath to understand, to concentrate, to not give in to the intense desire to be able to love Kurt as himself, to not be Blaine anymore.
Kurt groaned under the intense gaze, “…Blaine”
And that did it, he released Kurt and sat up and Kurt was again a little surprised and almost scared at the cold attitude but he knew what he was doing, pushing Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders, allowing an idle to finger to trail the smooth expanse of skin down to the elastic of his pajama pants and hooking the band of the pants and Kurt’s underwear under his fingers and pulling them down until Kurt was naked in front of him, Kurt looked so vulnerable and his confidence in Blaine seemed to be fraying at the edges every moment that he delayed. He kissed Kurt softly before turning him over and pressed his head to the sheets. Kurt whimpered as Karofsky reached over him for one of the numerous lotions and moisturizers perched on the desk.
‘Blaine’ kissed Kurt’s name and Kurt seemed to relax with a slight tremor wracking his body and he turned back.
Kurt felt the change; somehow Blaine seemed different, bigger and more compelling but didn’t question it as he thought it was nothing more than a side effect of his heightened senses as Blaine pushed two fingers in. Karofsky wanted to tell Kurt to relax, he wanted to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he finger-fucked Kurt but he couldn’t and so he massaged Kurt’s back comfortingly trying to express through his actions what he wanted to say and Kurt seemed to get the message as he relaxed his muscled and spread his legs further.
And god that was just so hot, it drew out an involuntary moan from him and Kurt chuckled, the sweet jingle trailing off into a groan as Karofsky added another digit. He pushed and wriggled his fingers, trying to stretch Kurt out as quickly as possible without seeming demanding.
Truth was Karofsky was afraid, that Kurt would suddenly turn to kiss or touch him and instead of the person from his fantasies he’d find him.
And Karofsky didn’t he could take being looked at like a monster by Kurt again.
Even though in the back of his mind he knew he was one.
He knew it even as he reached for the emergency condom he carried in his wallet, he knew it even as he rolled it on and lined himself across Kurt’s back, who moaned at the weight pressing him into the bed causing delicious friction against the sheets.
He knew he was a monster when he pushed in and Kurt trembled under him and grunted out, “Mmmm…Blai-
And Karofsky couldn’t hear it, couldn’t have it thrown out into the air like that until it chocked him so he clamped his hand around Kurt’s mouth muffling the sounds he made, the sounds that were like music to his ears simultaneously stabbing at his heart because he wasn’t meant to hear them.
He starting thrusting in and out and Kurt was so incredibly tight and so incredibly hot pulling him in that Karofsky closed his eyes and willed himself to not come.
And that was before Kurt rocked back against him.
Fuck
Karofsky redoubled, pulling Kurt’s hips up from the bed so he could reach for his cock, tugging on it roughly, rhythm erratic and Kurt wailed against the makeshift gag, his teeth grazing Karofsky’s palm and Kurt stilled, spurting across Karofsky’s hand and the sheets, muscles clenching around Karofsky’s cock inside him and Karofsky stopped fighting and came inside the condom while thrusting in and out of Kurt throughout the wave of his release.
As soon as Karofsky released his hold on Kurt’s hips, he dropped forward tired and satiated. Karofsky stopped himself from collapsing on top of Kurt and caught his breath as he struggled to sit up straight on the bed when Kurt stirred and made to sit up Karofsky panicked, quickly transforming back into Blaine.
And wow he couldn’t believe that he was responsible for that positively glowing smile that had lit up Kurt’s face. It stole what little breath he had managed to recover.
‘Blaine’ scrambled out of bed grabbing his clothes afraid of the things he might be tempted to do or even worse say if he looked at Kurt any longer. He pulled on his trouser and underwear, quickly zipping them up before shrugging on his shirt when he heard a little chuckle from Kurt.
When he turned to Kurt, he was flushed from head to foot and there was an incredibly cute and shy smile on his face, “You know…” He sounded a little breathless, “That was my first.” And the way his voice seemed to glow a little from pride and happiness and oh no…
He didn’t bother buttoning up. He just ran, kept on running until he was out of breath in a dark and deserted hallway,
What the fuck had he done?
Kurt was fucking in love with Blaine.
Part Two
A/N 2: Sooo....If I manage to write another part. There's a certain Pyro wreaking havoc around Lima :P
Feedback helps me decide whether to continue or not :)
Pairing: Klaine, Kurtofsky
Rating: NC-17
WordCount: ~7200
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Drama( Cause Karofsky's an asshole), Crack (Cause Sue's innit)
Warnings: Dub!Con.(Please take Karofsky taking advantage of his powers on Kurt VERY seriously) The story loosely follows a canon format but it IS AU so be prepared for deviations.
Verse Summary: Kurt Hummel is not your average teenager. He's a super hero, what he hadn't known was that there are more like him.
Installment Summary: Kurt moves to Dalton eventually because he's a step away from losing his temper and sending a jock to a hospital. Blaine is supportive and Karofsky takes advantage of his shapeshifting powers
Co-creator: longas91
Beta: alexxasick
Author's Note: This is a SuperHero Verse and NOT a multichapter. The installments will refer to each other but since I can't promise to keep coherent storylines or regular updates I'm not making any promises about the next part, okay? Inspired by longas91's brilliant art here and here and also his brilliant ideas on who should have what power. He kind of created it really (in utter awe of his and his drawings)
Kurt Hummel always felt that superheroes were like homosexuals.
Awesome and underrated.
Awesomely underrated.
Of course in the world where he lived, people spend all their lunch money buying superhero comics but like in each of the superhero’s universe they’d go through shit.
Except Kurt Hummel never thought that he’d be both.
Well he almost always knew he was gay but he very recently realized he could be a superhero.
He’s always been a little bit stronger than most boys especially considering his size.
When he’d been a little kid, other boys used to be simultaneously afraid of his strength and make fun of his eccentric clothing choices. He’d stopped both displaying his strengths and inviting them over to tea parties from then.
Girls used to find him a darling and he was good for carrying their heavy school bags when they were still too young to have boyfriends to do it from them. Later he just sort of stopped and people forgot what they couldn’t see. They didn’t really pay much attention to him other than to make fun of his exotic personality when their own shamble of a life caught up to their sad little brains.
Burt always was and always would be supportive of Kurt’s eccentricities, after all they do come at the expense of his paycheck and although he loved his son and paid attention to him, he always attributed Kurt’s agility and strength to the fact that Kurt liked the martial arts and had helped around the garage lifting heavy things for many years. Burt would usually steer clear of Kurt whenever he came out with his pair of sai and katana even though they were made of rubber and wood respectively, his son just looked really ferocious and a little ridiculous in the sequined and Kurt-o-mized Japanese traditional clothing.
Kurt however sometimes wished he had the real versions of his sai (he’d probably cut himself with the katana but oh well), his sensei always told him he was especially gifted with them, defending himself and disarming his enemies. Kurt agreed he wasn’t the violent type, he’d much prefer disarming his opponent of their weapons and then have a deep conversation about anger management and how it’s not nice to kill people.
So when Karofsky starts bullying him in school Kurt ignores it. He takes pity on the one with enough originality to come up with “Fury” as a nickname for his fist. Why would anyone even name his or her fists?
But Kurt didn’t fight not because he couldn’t but because he didn’t want to and also because he wasn’t allowed to bring his katana no matter how non fatal it was to school after that one time with Finn and his broken ribcage.
When the outlet for his frustrations, namely New Directions, start giving him a hard time because Mr. Schuester decides he can’t join the girls group, Kurt sucks it up and leaves, takes his elaborate drawings and planned sequences and heads on over to Dalton because that’s what Puck told him to do. And Puck was a jock. They were all jocks there, he was outnumbered and he was supposed to stick to the status quo, the bullied queer, no matter how much it bothered him (damn Finn and his ribcage). So he listened to the seemingly stronger kids because or else they would beat him up (yeah right…) but he couldn’t take the stress of suddenly being the “Top Dog Queer”, there were no books on it, no movies, no instruction booklet or stupid pamphlets in Ms. Pillsbury’s office (the last one was a sore disappointment)
Of course, Kurt had never anticipated the ‘dumb jock’ to come up with a good idea in his insensitivity because it was inspiring to be in a place where not only was the glee club ‘local rock stars’ but the ‘Top Dog’ was gay. A whole 17 years worth of instruction pamphlets right in front of him in a compact version of curly hair (horribly greased) hair, enigmatic smiles and piercing brown eyes.
Blaine, as he found out later to be his name had caught his lack of spying skills. It didn’t take much effort really. After he’d finished performing ‘Teenage Dream’ and rendering Kurt a hapless mass of unintelligent jelly he’d strut right on over to him standing star struck in the middle of the doorway and looked him straight in the eyes.
“You’re not really the new kid are you?” He asked and Kurt swore his brown eyes twinkled at that moment and Kurt could literally do nothing but tell him the truth, like he was somehow compelled to.
Kurt shook his head and he’d expected a hard glare and some sort of threat but Blaine’s face had broken out into a pleased grin as he turned back and called out to two other boys, “Wes! David! We got ourselves a spy.” There were no real malice in his words and he even chuckled at Kurt like it was a big joke.
It turned out his lack of conspiracy skills was the big joke as David called him endearing. But mostly he was surprised when Blaine had asked for a moment alone and had looked deeply into his eyes again and Kurt found himself unable to look away.
“I take it, you’re having problems at school.”
And Kurt is again unable to lie or look away and blurts everything out and Blaine just looks so comforting and understanding like he could curl himself up in his arms and just lay there safe and not judged. He wasn’t lewd, he wasn’t the type to throw himself into someone’s arms just cause they were gay and possibly not averse to physical relationships with him.
Blaine’s advice sticks to him, he wants to stand up, and he wants to confront, not beat up, not force and most importantly not be like them. The little word of encouragement that Blaine texts to him does give him ‘courage’ every moment to live on and fight on and be proud of himself. He admits he becomes just a little bit obsessed if printing out Blaine’s Facebook profile picture and putting it up on his locker after a few days of knowing him is any indication and his practice sessions with his katana seems less compulsive, less intense and he can enjoy the way the weight of the blade feels resting in his hands, or how the pressure changes as he slices it through the air and finally how it comes back to rest against his palm and the slight pressure in his biceps at slowing down its momentum is all exhilarating and fresh.
This control, over his anger, frustrations, strengths and raw impulse to break lose sometimes and strangle Karofsky and those other jocks, it wouldn’t have been possible without his sai, katana and his martial arts. The reason why he wouldn’t play sport or shove back when he was shoved was more deep-rooted than just a simple desire to remain the bigger person.
Kurt was afraid of himself, of what he could do to people so he suppressed himself and he learned to control. But when he felt the edges of control and oppression fray he took Blaine’s words to heart and he confronted Karofsky.
He followed him till he reached the locker room and that’s when he got his real scare.
Karofsky kissing him did something to him; it brought out raw, uncharted emotions like the ones that used to burst in rages before he had taken control of them, except they weren’t similar to his childhood urges, these were different. His heart leapt from his chest and beat impossibly fast so that for a moment he didn’t know what to do with himself but just breathe and stare and exist and when Karofsky leaned in again, for the first time since he can remember he had shoved back because no way was he going to lose control like that again.
He’d ran, ran away from everything McKinley, Karofsky, high school and uncontrolled and he’d found himself shakily calling Blaine, the one person who calmed him and had given him hope, brought him out of the downward spiral of an oppressive life that Kurt had resigned himself to lead. Blaine had sounded concerned and comforting even over the phone and he’d promised to come over tomorrow because he was busy today and he just sounded so sorry and so guilty that Kurt’s heart ached.
And just as Blaine had promised he was at the gates of McKinley just as school gave out. Kurt didn’t know how Blaine had managed to do that because to get here by the time the day at McKinley was over he’d have to leave Dalton’s when the day at Dalton’s was not but Blaine had smiled and said it wasn’t a big deal when Kurt asked and it was that smile and the way Blaine put his hands gently on his shoulders and looked at him that had unleashed it again, turned him into a quivering heap of nerves in Blaine’s arms as he recounted what had happened the day before with Karofsky.
Blaine shushed him and told him it was alright, that he would handle it and oddly enough Kurt felt like everything was solved, he stopped crying and shivering and just stood straight looked back at Blaine confident and ready to confront Karofsky once again, yesterday if someone had told him that someone could make him confront Karofsky again he’d have called them crazy and maybe bonked them on the head lightly with his katana just for bringing Karofsky up but with Blaine beside him Kurt felt like he could conquer the world.
When Blaine and Kurt had cornered Karofsky, Kurt noticed how desperately Blaine tried to make eye contact with the bully, edging words out slowly and gingerly like trying to coax Karofsky into taking their help but Karofsky kept him eyes averted and didn’t listen to Blaine. Kurt felt sorely disappointed; it felt like if Karofsky would listen to anyone, he’d listen to Blaine because there was this thing where you just couldn’t not listen to him. But instead Karofsky had shoved Blaine into the nearest horizontal surface and Kurt had been terrified, terrified that Karofsky would hurt Blaine or do to him what he had done to Kurt.
And Kurt was so afraid that he lost control again as he gripped into Karofsky’s shoulder and shoved once more. He stopped himself from moving closer to Karofsky because his insides were in a mess and he might as well have thrown him down the stairs with the blood pounding in his ears. Instead he let Karofsky walk away glad that Blaine was there beside him when he dropped boneless onto the stairs and admitted in a small voice something that might be a little closer to the real problem and the cause of his mental than being shoved like he always had been.
“Before yesterday, I’d never been kissed before.”
And Blaine had looked at him intrigued, a little disbelieving.
“At least one that counted.”
And he was glad that Blaine helped him up without prying because just having the physical contact made him feel like Blaine’s confidence was seeping into him and he felt well enough to walk without falling down. All through lunch he felt oddly inebriated, light and worriless. Blaine didn’t bring Karofsky up or his embarrassing confession from earlier and Kurt relaxed sooner than he’d have thought he was capable of.
It made him feel like having lunch with Blaine always.
Kurt felt a little selfish to just leave McKinley and ruin his father’s honeymoon especially since his relationship with Finn was just starting to improve but all efforts people made to be nicer to him just felt like fake sympathy. It started to close in on him and suffocate him, those pitying glances. He wasn’t your average teenager, heck he wasn’t even your average gay teenager most of the time but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be normal. And not in the way that rich kids would want to be normal, like he really wanted to be normal sometimes, to shed off his skin for a bit but he couldn’t.
So when his dad offered him a chance to go to Dalton’s he did the next best thing to changing himself, he changed his surroundings. And he got to see Blaine everyday, feel his comforting presence, and see his beautiful smile. Kurt never really believed in love at first sight but he couldn’t deny that, that was what that instant attraction had been, even when he hadn’t known that Blaine had been gay.
That moment on the stairwell when Blaine touched his hand he felt happy, his worries felt petty and his anger felt misguided.
From the way everything was playing out after he arrived at Dalton Kurt finally started feeling normal, like he fit in until after that evening when he started to acquaint a new word to himself.
Superhero
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Kurt might have been a little lost. He had to switch to a dojo nearer to Dalton’s if he wanted to continue his training and he wasn’t completely sure where he was. He was jogging now, well most people would say he was running but considering the speed at which he could really run, this was jogging for his standards and took more or less the same effort.
He needed to find his path soon or else he’d be late and miss curfew and his privilege to go to dojo would be revoked and Kurt would hate that. Blaine and the Warblers and the appreciation was nice but training had helped in more than just fitting in with others, it had helped him accept himself and he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go of that.
Kurt fervently hoped that his impeccably white pants weren’t becoming dusty in jogging around in the long road. He adjusted his red scarf around his neck so that it wouldn’t strangle him as he increased speed a little and it provided a nice contrast to his tight fitted blue blouse.
However he decided to take a little detour when he heard a shout from the road he’d just left. The main reason he went back was because the raged scream sounded very familiar to what he was previously used to hearing and sure enough there was Sue Sylvester wrestling a guy who had tried to mug her. What she didn’t notice was the second guy creeping behind her with a crowbar aimed at her head.
And Kurt dashed, he’d never really needed to run before but now that he surged forward he was there in a split second before the crowbar could make contact, grabbing the crowbar thug’s hand and throwing him over the shoulder without any of the judo techniques he’d randomly picked up over the years.
He simply lifted the guy off the ground and threw him far away from Sue. By the time he was conscious of what he was doing Sue was already staring at him dumbstruck.
“Oh. My. Sweet. Porcelain.”
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When Sue told him that she has a special get together over the weekend and that he must be there Kurt had smelt something fishy.
What he hadn’t fathomed was that it was a gathering of superheroes. Except they were far from the justice league, they were more like the odd group of teenagers with something akin to superhuman abilities, like being a counter-tenor.
What was more amazing was that the party consisted of Puck, Quinn, Rachel and Mike Chang.
“Welcome Porcelain to the Super League of Slightly Weird Teens” Sue’s voice rang out clear through her living room.
Rachel cleared her throat, “We had outvoted that name last meeting.” She reminded in her high, prissy voice.
“As opposed to what? Rachel’s Ravenous Rogues?”
“We’re unnamed!” Quinn clarifies in her voice that has irritation underlying every forced syllable.
Sue made an annoyed grunt, “Fine then, Porcelain welcome to the Unnamed.”
And Quinn seems like she is about to speak again when Kurt interrupts, “So what are you guys supposed to be?”
“Not ‘you guys’ Porcelain, ‘us’, now you are a part of Unnamed.” Quinn seems like she wants to say something again as Sue finishes but Kurt interjects.
“So what are we?”
But before Sue can say anything Rachel’s excited voice cuts through, “We’re superheroes.”
“Like fighting crime?”
“Not yet…” Rachel isn’t sure how to continue before Sue takes over again.
“You could say we’ve been waiting for you.”
And all this suddenly starts seeming like a horrible, horrible trap.
“We’re mostly in training at the moment and so can’t really engage in fighting crime. I mean last time Quinn tried she ended up covering a whole alleyway in ice, it took many, many blow driers to melt that.” Rachel ended by giggling like it was a particularly funny story.
“I’m Cryokinetic,” Quinn offers as explanation, “I actually discovered this ability quite recently after being dumped by Sam, I felt these moments of uncontrollable rage during which I’d end up freezing stuff.” Quinn finished her anecdote in a sweet voice, “but its getting better.” And she reached out for Kurt’s glass, the liquid in it froze, ‘I can now freeze the liquid without freezing the solid glass.” She finished proudly.
“I’m a Vocal Amplifier.” Rachel introduces her power without any prompting, “I have great control over my powers because I’ve always known I was special and trained from a very young age, “Except I can’t show you because it’ll probably knock you out and break a lot of stuff.
Since everyone was introducing themselves, Kurt turned automatically to Mike Chang who shrugged, “I memorize stuff really quick…like without even realizing I was memorizing. Until Sue told me it was special I always just thought MTV was a really great teacher.”
When Kurt looked at Puck he looked back blankly before turning to Sue, “What was I again?”
“Pherokinetic.” She said with a roll of her eyes and clarified at Kurt’s confused expression, “There has to be something wrong when a guy can score with so many girls with that grass patch on his head he likes to call hair.”
When Kurt still looked confused Puck burst, “I’m the sex machine, irresistible, constant source of pheromones, man.” He said with his arms outstretched like he expects girls to jump into them any moment.
“Porcelain here has Super Strength and Enhanced Agility, a perfect addition.” Sue diverts their attention from Puck’s moment of self-adoration and the rest of the group claps for him.
Kurt isn’t sure how he should react to all this. Thinking he was a freak all his life to actually have it confirmed and then find out there were more like him all in one day was a little overwhelming. But there was one question that burned in him more overwhelming than the fact there was an actual group of superheroes with nothing in particular to do cooped up in Sue’s living room.
“What’s your superpower?” Kurt looks straight at Sue.
Sue takes a dramatic pause, her lips curling up in a self-satisfied smirk
“Super Awesomeness.”
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“Kurt, will you relax?” Blaine said on one of their outings to the coffee shop.
“I am relaxed.” Kurt retorted, annoyed because he felt they hadn’t really reached that position in their relationship where he could tell Blaine that he was a potential superhero or at very best a Super Weird Teen and not be tagged a rabid basket case. Then again there was that urge that he wanted to blurt everything out to Blaine.
Blaine reached across the table and took his chin between his thumb and index finger and turned Kurt’s head to face his, he looked into Kurt’s eyes, “Kurt, relax.”
And Kurt did.
“I have some big plans.” Blaine said mischievously and Kurt forgot about being a superhero (or Super Weird Teen) for a moment, intrigued.
“Blaine Warbler Anderson is in love.”
And Kurt hadn’t accounted on Blaine standing up in the middle of a Warbler meeting and use official minutes to request a serenade at the Gap when Blaine had told him he was in love in the coffee shop.
Somewhere inside Kurt had felt that they way he was so deeply comfortable around Blaine despite having just met meant something, something more intense than the casual relationship they executed mostly. And he had felt that something so instantaneous, so impulsive would be mutual.
Only it wasn’t and when Blaine started to sing at the Gap Kurt felt like the room had burst with Blaine’s energy and enthusiasm and for the first time since Kurt can remember he’d felt jealous that he wasn’t in someone else’s shoes.
Kurt didn’t want to admit that he was in love with someone who would serenade another but what Kurt wanted or did not want to admit had nothing to do with reality and he found himself stopping the urge to doodle Blaine’s name in his notebook more often than he approved.
Blaine was never your average teenager, he was extraordinary, exuberant and compelling but Kurt hadn’t figured at least until after Blaine’s Gap Junior Manager rejected him ruthlessly that he was also a little bit strange and oddly arrogant for a guy who’s just been dumped.
“I could have any guy I wanted you know. I can get them.” Blaine says looking contemplatively straight ahead of him.
“Oh?”
“But I soon figured, that was just an illusion.”
“Hmm…” Kurt didn’t expect Blaine to be completely coherent after having been told off so harshly.
“But sometimes I feel that an illusion would be better than the reality of not being loved.”
And Kurt was a little angry with that. Blaine was loved, maybe not by the person he wanted but he was loved unlike Kurt who was only randomly molested as his first kiss. It was depressing watching someone else who clearly has had a better love life than him (at least one exists for Blaine) and still is depressed about it. It makes Kurt feel pathetic in ways he doesn’t want to feel pathetic.
“You are loved Blaine.” Kurt says voice sharp in his irritation and Blaine looks at him quizzically, “You’re just sore because it’s me and not Jeremiah.”
“Kurt?”
“I get it Blaine, that you’ve been nice to me because it’s easy to sympathize with the weak gay kid and I’m sorry I’d thought after all the support, coffee dates and flirty songs that the person you were going to serenade was me.” And okay so he hadn’t meant to sound that bitchy (or whiny)
“I’m sorry Kurt…I hadn’t meant to do that to you.” And Blaine looked so ashamed, like he was asking for sympathy and forgiveness that Kurt forgot to ask what Blaine hadn’t meant to do.
In retrospect, Kurt had become quite curious about that last statement. Kurt wondered if Blaine had meant to say that he hadn’t meant to be so perfect so that Kurt could manage not falling for him.
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Dave Karofsky was never normal and it took him a lot of getting used to this fact. The day he discovered this was when he was five and had broken his mother’s favorite lamp, the one with the body in the shape of a petite angel with wings. He had run hoping that he could look like someone else, anyone else at all, like the neighbor’s kid and he’d hid and found that even when his mother looked directly at him crouching behind a bush she had smiled sweetly and patted him on the head before turning away and continued her search.
He trotted out from behind the bush bewildered when he caught his face on a window and he did look like the neighbor’s kind. He also discovered after turning back to looking like himself he was very exhausted.
Karofsky had tried to impersonate his father next and it would have worked except when he was going out of his room, his discovered his voice had remained the exact same high pitched voice of a 5 year old.
Karofsky had always used this ability when he needed to disappear for a few minutes, avoid pesky relatives, annoying teachers but it wasn’t something he felt like exploiting. Even when he bullied he wanted to bully as himself even though it meant he could do it as someone else and avoid risky situations. But he liked the fear he could see in their eyes and it was an immense pleasure to know that it was all due to him.
Karofsky liked being powerful, superior.
That’ why he felt weak when those feelings started cropping up for a guy who’d strut with cocked hips and look like a faerie in latest fashion. He hated that when those glasz eyes would be on him he’d want to brush his hair or dust imaginary dust from his shoulders just to look his best. No matter who he turned into or impersonated or tried to be, he couldn’t stop liking Kurt.
And so he bullied him like any sensible five year old would do to the girl they like. He bullied him until Kurt would do what he didn’t have the resolve to do, avoid him. Except Kurt didn’t back down, Kurt cornered him and he pushed him until it all came out.
And he felt like an even bigger coward for not manning up to it.
He would have. He wanted to.
He would have told Kurt how much he loves him, how much he’s enchanted by him, how much time he spends thinking about him.
But Kurt came to him with someone else. Someone he could stick close to, someone he trusted, someone he needed for support because he was afraid of the big, bad bully.
Kurt never understood what that kiss had meant.
But Karofsky understood why Kurt had shoved him when he pushed Blaine into the grills.
Blaine was someone Kurt wanted to protect.
Just like Karofsky wanted to protect Kurt.
How had he turned into the bad guy?
When Kurt left McKinley, he thought it was a blessing. Karofsky thought that without that compulsive presence always grabbing his attention he’d stop thinking about Kurt. Only it became worse because he couldn’t see Kurt, so he didn’t know what Kurt was doing, how he was, what he was wearing or who was being a bitch to.
Or worse, who he was with.
Karofsky knew that if he did what he was thinking of doing for the past week his obsession would turn him into a stalker but if he knew that if he didn’t see Kurt he would go crazy anyway.
Karofsky was a little nervous as he straightened out his blue blazer. He had quickly transformed into the first blue blazer clad kid he saw from behind Dalton’s gates and hoped he wouldn’t come across any of the guy’s friends because he didn’t even know who he was supposed to be. He spent a good amount of time on the net trying to fathom from Dalton’s homepage where Junior Years might hang out but he had a hunch when he heard music coming from down one of the halls.
Suddenly the largest wooden door that marked the end of the hallway burst open and more of those blue blazer clad boys skipped out, still singing and harmonizing but that was all irrelevant when right in the middle of them was Kurt led out in the arms of that boy, Blaine.
But before he could seethe any more at the scene boys starting coming from behind him, probably trying to see the performance in the hallways and Karofsky used that opportunity to slip back out through the crowd unnoticed.
Karofsky didn’t know when it became a weekly habit. He’d wait out in the garage till one of the freshmen would climb into their cars with their parents and head out for a weekend overnight. They were easy to pick out because their mothers would fawn over them a lot more than any other year’s. Then he’d hang out in the Junior Year Building hoping to catch Kurt around. It wasn’t prohibited for the different years to hang out in each other’s buildings. They just normally didn’t fortunately. He had found out the Warbler rehearsal room his first day at stake out and in the following weeks had managed to find out where Kurt stayed (that might have been due to the room allocation list put up on the bulletin board more than his awesome stalker-esque qualities)
He’d taken out to sit behind the branch off into another hallway a little way up front of Kurt’s. It was mostly deserted and even though he usually knew the name of the alias he adopted, he didn’t know many others. He’d gotten to know the Warblers just in case (they were also up there on the bulletin board) along with a few jocks. (bulletin boards are useful) Sometimes he’d even sit outside Warbler practices, he didn’t need to be very discreet about doing that because a few kids tended to do that. Damn, who knew loser glee kids could actually be popular?
Sometimes Kurt would not be at Dalton’s because he was taking a weekend overnight to his own house but most of the times Karofsky saw him Kurt would be with Blaine and Karofsky would be torturing himself most of those times.
With the way Blaine was always touching Kurt and always looking at him, Blaine’s hands were huge and they were always, always on Kurt.
A hand to the shoulder, a sappy gaze, a hand around the waist or a horrible gut wrenching mix of the three.
Blaine was a lawsuit waiting to happen. But it never did.
Karofsky wasn’t blind to how Kurt would lean in, linger and subtly chase the physical contact once it was retracted. (and it wasn’t retracted enough times)
Even though Karofsky wasn’t sure what Blaine’s position was in all of this, he knew Kurt was infatuated with him.
After all, his shoulder still hurt.
On one such day he’d been sitting in his hiding spot for such a long time that he’d forgotten the time and it had become quite late. Kurt had long since entered his room once Blaine had seen him off, brushing a loose strand off his hair off his forehead. It was always adorable a single strand would come loose right from the middle of Kurt’s usually immaculately styled hair whenever he was flustered or excited.
Karofsky didn’t know what he was thinking and probably never will when he slipped into Kurt’s bedroom in the same blue blazer he’d been wearing all day except his hair wasn’t black but a darkish brown with curls instead of the straight locks that had tickled his ears all evening, his eyes were a piercing brown instead of the deep blue his freshman alias’s had been.
Kurt’s roommate hadn’t returned to the room and Karofsky had noticed that, it had played an important part in the decision he had made to rise of his seemingly eternal slump against the whitewashed hallway walls and slowly peek into Kurt’s room. He just wanted to see how Kurt lived, what type of things he owned and used, the things that made Kurt beautiful and unique.
The light in the side of Kurt’s roommate was turned on which basked Kurt lying on his bed on the other end in a warm glow, enough for Karofsky to see Kurt’s peaceful face, beautiful in the way it was devoid of any emotion and the tough mask Kurt always seemed to have on. The desk beside Kurt’s bed an array little odd bits and pieces on one side of it and countless number of cosmetics pushed to the back, which left the center of the table blank. The chair fitted in front of it had a black cushion with blue sequins that seemed to match the colour of Kurt’s eyes and there was a shawl draped over the back. Without realizing what he was doing Karofsky stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he reached for the shawl on the table, he wanted to feel the cashmere against his fingertips, Kurt’s shawl right within reach and in his bewilderment Karofsky realized the person was right there beside him, a hand’s length away.
He couldn’t look away from how half his face was in shadow, how delicate his face looked with fiery eyes closed and amber eyelashes fluttering against the top of his cheekbone, the way his beautiful, pink lips were parted just so… so that all he could think of doing was trace them with his thumb and so he did.
Kurt’s lips stretched into a ghost of a smile and Karofsky leaned down to kiss them.
Peaceful, happy Kurt.
Kurt’s eyes slipped open a little before closing again and he rolled onto his side, one hand reaching forward to rest on Karofsky’s shoulder, he made a low growling noise before speaking, half of the name eaten up in Kurt’s drowsy mumble
“Blaine…” Kurt’s smile became wider as he said it.
And Karofsky remembered that he entered Kurt’s room as Blaine, that for the first time in his life, he was too afraid to approach someone in his true form. He would rather have that soft, lazy smile directed at Blaine than a look of disgust or fear for him in those mesmerizing glasz eyes.
He’d rather kiss Kurt one more time than never again. So he did.
A soft pressure and Karofsky’s heart leapt out his chest when it was replied with a soft pressure of Kurt’s lips a moment later. Karofsky became a little bolder taking Kurt’s bottom lip between his and sucking and Kurt moaned and that really did drive Karofsky mad, he thread a hand through Kurt’s hair as he kissed him, messing the locks up and taking pleasure in how easily it ruffled under the manipulations of his fingers, softer than it looked during the day styled with a fistful of gel and generous spritzes of hairspray. It trailed down to the soft skin of his cheeks, down his jaw and suddenly Kurt stirred, his movements becoming sloppy until he stopped responding altogether and Karofsky opened his eyes to see that Kurt had his eyes wide open shell shocked but he hadn’t pulled away and their lips were pressed against each other until Karofsky moved back an inch to give them some space but it wasn’t enough, all Karofsky could think in between terror of having been found out was how he’d love to just plunge back to what they were doing.
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered softly, scared and Karofsky remembered once again that that was who he was to Kurt in this moment and that if Kurt was kissing someone willing, no, enthusiastically then it was Blaine, “I thought you wanted to be just friends.”
And Karofsky couldn’t believe his ears, be just friends with Kurt? Who? Blaine? That had to be the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in the past weeks. Blaine was always around Kurt and the way he looked at Kurt, who was Blaine trying to kid saying such bullshit and what was wrong with Kurt to believe that?
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered again a little assertively, lightly touching his cheek and pressing their foreheads together, “What’s wrong?”
And no matter who he wanted and no matter who Blaine denied wanting, the only important thing was that Kurt wanted Blaine and right now that’s who he was.
‘Blaine’ kissed Kurt again, “You sure?” Kurt said impossibly low, the words forming against his lips and ‘Blaine’ couldn’t muster an answer, he didn’t trust his voice would come out right and he didn’t want to traumatize Kurt but the truth was he wasn’t sure about any of this. This was wrong on so many levels but when ‘Blaine’ leaned forward to kiss Kurt again more surely and forcefully, he knew that despite his doubts he wanted to do this.
He just didn’t know if would regret it later, when he wasn’t Blaine anymore but Karofsky and Kurt wouldn’t look at him the same way he was looking now, so vulnerable and yet so trusting.
What had Blaine ever done to deserve this from Kurt?
‘Blaine’ shuffled off his shoes clumsily as he clambered onto the bed, half his weight settling on top of Kurt and the press of their bodies against each other was delicious, Kurt’s light restrained whimpers as ‘Blaine’ hands roamed over his chest slowly unbuttoning Kurt’s pajama top button by button.
Kurt scrambled for the buttons of his blazer and once that was shoved off his shoulder, Kurt reached for the button of his trousers and ‘Blaine’ imagined he looked slightly surprised so that Kurt stopped his fumbling uncertainly.
“I guess I really wanted this.” Kurt sounded embarrassed and a little bit unsure and it did things to ‘Blaine’s’ stomach. It dropped like he was feeling nauseous and jittery all and ‘Blaine’ wanted Kurt to know that he could want anyone in the world and have no reason to be embarrassed about it but he couldn’t speak so he grab Kurt’s loosening grip on his trouser and pressed his fingers against the obvious tent in his pants and Kurt let out a shuddery breath. And embarrassment washed over ‘Blaine’ because of what he was doing to Kurt and Kurt just seemed so willing and yielding to his touch, so eager to touch back, to establish a connection with the completely wrong person.
Kurt opened his fly leaving the trousers loose around his hips as he pulled at the tie, loosening it enough to pull it over his head and throw it carelessly to the floor. Kurt seemed a little desperate as he pulled at the buttons of their shirts together and ‘Blaine’ was on the way to losing his control as well so he grabbed Kurt’s busy hands and pressed him into the bed above his head, stopping to breath to understand, to concentrate, to not give in to the intense desire to be able to love Kurt as himself, to not be Blaine anymore.
Kurt groaned under the intense gaze, “…Blaine”
And that did it, he released Kurt and sat up and Kurt was again a little surprised and almost scared at the cold attitude but he knew what he was doing, pushing Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders, allowing an idle to finger to trail the smooth expanse of skin down to the elastic of his pajama pants and hooking the band of the pants and Kurt’s underwear under his fingers and pulling them down until Kurt was naked in front of him, Kurt looked so vulnerable and his confidence in Blaine seemed to be fraying at the edges every moment that he delayed. He kissed Kurt softly before turning him over and pressed his head to the sheets. Kurt whimpered as Karofsky reached over him for one of the numerous lotions and moisturizers perched on the desk.
‘Blaine’ kissed Kurt’s name and Kurt seemed to relax with a slight tremor wracking his body and he turned back.
Kurt felt the change; somehow Blaine seemed different, bigger and more compelling but didn’t question it as he thought it was nothing more than a side effect of his heightened senses as Blaine pushed two fingers in. Karofsky wanted to tell Kurt to relax, he wanted to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he finger-fucked Kurt but he couldn’t and so he massaged Kurt’s back comfortingly trying to express through his actions what he wanted to say and Kurt seemed to get the message as he relaxed his muscled and spread his legs further.
And god that was just so hot, it drew out an involuntary moan from him and Kurt chuckled, the sweet jingle trailing off into a groan as Karofsky added another digit. He pushed and wriggled his fingers, trying to stretch Kurt out as quickly as possible without seeming demanding.
Truth was Karofsky was afraid, that Kurt would suddenly turn to kiss or touch him and instead of the person from his fantasies he’d find him.
And Karofsky didn’t he could take being looked at like a monster by Kurt again.
Even though in the back of his mind he knew he was one.
He knew it even as he reached for the emergency condom he carried in his wallet, he knew it even as he rolled it on and lined himself across Kurt’s back, who moaned at the weight pressing him into the bed causing delicious friction against the sheets.
He knew he was a monster when he pushed in and Kurt trembled under him and grunted out, “Mmmm…Blai-
And Karofsky couldn’t hear it, couldn’t have it thrown out into the air like that until it chocked him so he clamped his hand around Kurt’s mouth muffling the sounds he made, the sounds that were like music to his ears simultaneously stabbing at his heart because he wasn’t meant to hear them.
He starting thrusting in and out and Kurt was so incredibly tight and so incredibly hot pulling him in that Karofsky closed his eyes and willed himself to not come.
And that was before Kurt rocked back against him.
Fuck
Karofsky redoubled, pulling Kurt’s hips up from the bed so he could reach for his cock, tugging on it roughly, rhythm erratic and Kurt wailed against the makeshift gag, his teeth grazing Karofsky’s palm and Kurt stilled, spurting across Karofsky’s hand and the sheets, muscles clenching around Karofsky’s cock inside him and Karofsky stopped fighting and came inside the condom while thrusting in and out of Kurt throughout the wave of his release.
As soon as Karofsky released his hold on Kurt’s hips, he dropped forward tired and satiated. Karofsky stopped himself from collapsing on top of Kurt and caught his breath as he struggled to sit up straight on the bed when Kurt stirred and made to sit up Karofsky panicked, quickly transforming back into Blaine.
And wow he couldn’t believe that he was responsible for that positively glowing smile that had lit up Kurt’s face. It stole what little breath he had managed to recover.
‘Blaine’ scrambled out of bed grabbing his clothes afraid of the things he might be tempted to do or even worse say if he looked at Kurt any longer. He pulled on his trouser and underwear, quickly zipping them up before shrugging on his shirt when he heard a little chuckle from Kurt.
When he turned to Kurt, he was flushed from head to foot and there was an incredibly cute and shy smile on his face, “You know…” He sounded a little breathless, “That was my first.” And the way his voice seemed to glow a little from pride and happiness and oh no…
He didn’t bother buttoning up. He just ran, kept on running until he was out of breath in a dark and deserted hallway,
What the fuck had he done?
Kurt was fucking in love with Blaine.
Part Two
A/N 2: Sooo....If I manage to write another part. There's a certain Pyro wreaking havoc around Lima :P
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