Part 1: "Superheroes"

For the Powers 'verse, which I'm writing for the Klaine Bingo thing. You can find my Bingo Card on my tumblr: spiritedquill.

Note: There should be at least 5 more parts to this 'verse, so stay tuned!

Summary: Blaine has always loved superheroes. Now that he finally gets the chance to meet one, he can't believe he isn't dreaming.

Ever since Blaine was four years old, he'd been in love with the idea of superheroes. His favorite movies were the ones about ordinary people who became extraordinary. And, as he got older, he started imaging what it would be like if someone like that was to swoop in and rescue him. He often had dreams about different scenarios in which he was caught in a sticky situation and a wonderful stranger was suddenly there to save him.

Now, that wasn't to say he wanted to be a "damsel in distress" or anything. He always imagined himself putting up a pretty good fight, but it just wasn't enough to beat the super villain with super powers. That's where his superhero came in; to fight fire with fire.

Then, of course, because he'd watched The Amazing Spiderman way too many times, he always imagined a mysteriously romantic kiss after his rescuer carried him to safety—Blaine was always much older in the dreams, rather than eleven or twelve years old. It wasn't until he reached middle school that he even took into account that the masked superhero was always a man. And it wasn't until then that he realized he shouldn't tell anyone about his dreams. It would only bring him pain—pain that he wasn't ready to deal with yet.

When he came out as gay at age fifteen, he wished more than ever that he had a superhero to protect him. That desire only grew stronger the night of the Sadie Hawkins dance. But all he could do was cry into his mother's shoulder when he woke up in the hospital.

It was a year later, shortly after he turned sixteen, when he started hearing about The Bolt—personally, he thought the name could use some work.

The Bolt was a man in a navy blue suit that had only recently started to show up at crime scenes. He was there when a building was burning; carrying people out of the wreckage in the blink of an eye. He was there when someone tried to rob a bank; returning the money to its rightful place and locking the criminal up before they could escape. Blaine always found it kind of funny seeing the people in handcuffs, so confused as to how they ended up there.

Because The Bolt was fast. Like, super fast. And Blaine had a feeling that he liked to show off a bit sometimes.

His suspicions were confirmed one night while he was out for a walk. It was a weekend and he had nowhere to be in the morning, so he decided to get some fresh air after dark.

He realized he'd made a mistake when, suddenly, he was being yanked off the sidewalk and into a small alley between two apartment buildings. Heart beating fast, Blaine blinked against the darkness so he could get a better look at the man's face. He was shoved roughly against the brick wall as the man demanded Blaine give him his wallet.

"I… I don't have it with me, I swear!" Blaine said, too terrified to move. He couldn't tell if the man had a weapon, but he wouldn't doubt it.

"You're lying, kid! Now hand it over or—"

He was cut off by a flash of light. The next thing Blaine knew, he was sitting on a park bench and the mugger was nowhere to be found. He looked around, eyes wide and heart pounding, and gasped when suddenly he wasn't alone. There was someone sitting beside him.

It only took him a split second to realize who it was.

"It's you!" he cried, wincing at how loud it was. "Sorry. Secret identity and all that. What are you doing here?"

The man offered a small smile behind the mask he wore. "It's my job. You were in danger."

"I…" he trailed off. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He'd actually been saved by a real superhero, and he wasn't dreaming. "Thank you." He couldn't think of anything better to say.

The Bolt nodded, standing up in a quick burst of movement. Blaine barely even saw him. "Stay safe." With that, he was gone.

Blaine had a feeling he'd see him again, though. He was looking forward to it.