Author: Agent_girlsname
Title: No Cape? No Tights? No Problem!
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Brief descriptions of people in danger...
Summary: Kurt is almost mugged as he is walking home late one night when he is saved by a dapper young man called Blaine. It's love at first sight and the pair start dating.
What Kurt doesn't know is that he's dating New York's most charming superhero and neither of them are prepared for what's ahead...
Kurt pulled his jacket tighter around him as he walked home from the library. It wasn't that cold out, even for a fall evening in New York, but he felt a chill run through him none the less. Clouds were obscuring the dark sky and hiding the moon while apartment blocks and office buildings towered around him, feeling much taller and enclosing then the skyscrapers in the heart of the city ever did.
His bag felt heavier on his shoulder than usual, the extra work being set by his teachers showing in more than just the later hours studying at the library. The extra weight, or maybe just the increasing tiredness, seemed to be making the journey home seem longer.
It was only ten blocks from the library to the apartment he shared with Rachel and he would usually be home by now, but he still seemed so far away from reaching it.
Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle and his instincts from years of being bullied kicked in. He noticed a man loitering up ahead and although the hood from his jacket was obscuring his face Kurt could tell the man was watching him.
Kurt faltered and turned around, thinking it would be best to walk back to the crossing and walk an extra block to a street that would be busier this time of night, it would take longer of course but Kurt suddenly felt very isolated, a feeling that felt so out of place in the densely populated city.
As he turned he saw another man striding towards him. Kurt made to step out of his way, some small part of him still clinging on to the thought that maybe these men would ignore him, but his gut told him different.
He gasped as the man grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly towards an alley way between two tall buildings. The man who had been loitering up ahead quickly followed, blocking any chance Kurt had of escaping.
He struggled against the man holding him, trying to twist out of his strong grip of land a kick that might be able to free him, but nothing worked.
Kurt stilled suddenly as the man drew out a knife, pressing the sharp tip against the thin fabric of Kurt's jacket and making a whimper from him.
'Oh God, my wallets in my bag and my phone is in my pocket, just please don't hurt me.' Kurt said, his voice shaking with fear. The man under the hood sneered at him and his accomplice dragged the bag from Kurt's shoulder, rifling through it and spilling his books and papers onto the ground in search for Kurt's wallet. When he found it he started to pull out Kurt's cards, flinging the membership and store cards to the ground and pocketing his credit card.
'Where's the cash?' He growled at Kurt. Kurt shook his head.
'I don't have any.' Kurt replied, squealing as the knife was pressed closer to him, ripping his jacket.
'Don't lie; people with fancy clothes like yours always have cash on them.'
'I'm just a college student; I've only got my credit cards.' Kurt was trembling by now, he had given the two men everything he had and now they were deciding it wasn't enough.
'I think we need to take you to an ATM and get us some then.'
'I don't have any money in my account; I swear it's all on credit cards at the moment.' That was the exact reason Kurt was walking home at such a late hour rather than getting a cab as he had always promised his dad he would, and suddenly all of Burt Hummel's worrying didn't seem so unfounded anymore.
'That's not good enough.' The man holding him shouted, raising his knife and pressing it against Kurt's cheek. The cold metal felt like ice against Kurt's skin and Kurt felt the overwhelming terror paralyze him, he couldn't talk, or move or even blink.
Oh God, I'm going to die!
Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if his life began to flash before his eyes at that point, but instead all he could think of was how disappointed his dad was disappointed in him for not keeping safe, and how was Rachel going to afford the rent without him?
Somewhere in middle of these thoughts Kurt's eyes had closed in a vain attempt to shut out the horror of the situation. He heard a strangled gasp that didn't seem to be his own and suddenly the cold blade was whipped away from his cheek. The bruising grip on his arm had vanished too and when he heard one of the men scream he forced his eyes open.
Both of his attackers were now in a heap on the cold ground, both seemingly unconscious and one of them was bleeding from a cut on his forehead.
Standing a few feet away, staring down at the two men, was another man. But unlike the two attackers this man didn't seem threatening at all.
As if feeling Kurt's gaze on him the man turned around to face him.
'Are you ok?' He asked, frowning at Kurt.
Kurt just about managed to nod before feeling his knees give way, sending him crashing to the ground.
A strong pair of hands caught him under his arms before he hit the floor, bringing him back to his feet even as his knees buckled again.
'Whoa, there you go.' The man said, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist to help him stand. Kurt clung on to him, trying to concentrate on breathing and stopping himself from shaking. He tried to ask the man something but all that came out of his mouth was a garbled whimper.
He stared down at the mess in the ally; the two unconscious men who had been a threat to his life just moments ago were splayed amongst his papers, books and whatever the man had thrown from his wallet.
'I think I should get you home.' The man said, leaning Kurt up against the wall and gathering the mess strewn over the ally.
Kurt watched him as the man carefully packed everything away into Kurt's bag before handing him his wallet, all cards slotted neatly back into place, including the one the attacker had pocketed.
He was shorter then Kurt, but he looked stronger. Even though he was wearing a jacket Kurt could tell he had a compact build, his height and slimness disguising his strength. After all he had to be strong to take on both those men. And they had been armed.
And even through his trembling and the thudding of his heart Kurt noticed how handsome he was. Dark hair and expressive eyes captivated him and when the man turned to smile at his Kurt felt his stomach jolt.
'I'm Blaine by the way.' He said, hoisting Kurt's bag onto his shoulder and wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist again, lifting him from the wall and helping him to walk out of the ally.
'Kurt.' Kurt managed to say, although it was barely more than a whisper into the cooling night air. As they left the ally Kurt looked back once more at the men on the ground.
'Don't worry about them Kurt, they won't be getting up any time soon.' Blaine assured him.
'Th-thank you.' Kurt said, taking several deep breaths to try and still his nerves. Blaine presence was reassuring and made him feel safe, but the closeness of the other man wasn't doing much to calm Kurt down. He could feel Blaine's fingers pressing into his side as they walked and could smell the man's scent on the gentle breeze.
'Are we heading the right way?' Blaine asked. Kurt snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked around.
'Uh, yeah, just l-left here.' He replied. They walked the rest of the way in silence and in almost no time they were standing outside Kurt's apartment. His hands were shaking too much to find the right key so Blaine took them in his own steady hands, opening the door and walking Kurt inside.
He settled Kurt down on the sofa just as Rachel walked out of her bedroom in her pyjamas.
'I was wondering where you were, I was getting worried.' She said, stopping as she caught sight of Blaine and Kurt's pale face.
'Kurt are you ok?' She said, rushing over to the sofa and wrapping her arms around her friend. Kurt just nodded and lent into her.
'He's in shock, I'm going to make him some tea, is that ok?' Blaine asked. Rachel nodded and pointed out the cupboard in the small kitchen that held the cups.
He returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea containing more sugar then any normal person would prefer in their drink, but he knew it would help Kurt get over the shock.
Blaine set the drink down just as Kurt was finishing the story of what had happened.
'You took on two armed men all by yourself.' Rachel looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. Blaine could feel some colour creeping on to his cheeks.
'Well I couldn't leave him could I?' He aid looking down at Kurt. The sugar in the tea seemed to have helped him quite a bit. He wasn't trembling anymore and some colour had come back to his cheeks.
'Thank you so much.' Kurt said, the tremor gone from his voice at last.
'It's really no problem.' Blaine smiled. 'As long as you're ok now I'll go, you should probably think about calling the police though.'
'Wait.' Rachel said as Blaine made to leave. 'Here, write down your number, you saved Kurt's life, the least he can do is take you out for a coffee to say thanks.' She thrust a pad and a pen into Blaine's hands and it was all Kurt could do not to roll his eyes. Trust Rachel to be setting him up at a time like this, but still, he wasn't complaining.
'Stay safe Kurt.' Blaine winked as he left the apartment.
New York City twinkled below him, like so many stars spread among the darkness. It was breathtakingly beautiful and was one of the reasons Blaine loved this city so much. Despite the violence he seemed to find on every corner there was still so much beauty to this city.
He stood atop the tallest skyscraper he could reach the fastest, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his heart down from what he had just encountered.
Sure, defeating two muggers was childs play to Blaine by now, he was pretty confident he could manage it in his sleep.
But this time it was different, this time he had been unmasked, he had used his super powers in front of someone and even walked him home. That was so unlike him.
Thankfully Kurt hadn't seemed to have seen what he had done. His eyes had been closed and he hadn't seen Blaine use his incredible strength the pick up the mugger who easily had a hundred pounds over him and toss him across the alley as if he were a rag doll. Kurt hadn't seen him punch the other man so hard he had launched into the air.
He lowered his mask over his eyes, feeling the soft material press against his skin and anchor him to the animosity he clung to like a security blanket.
New York knew about him, he was one of the handful of so called superheroes that protected the city. All of them together might have the man saving power of superman, but individually they were considered small fry. They saved people from muggings, scooped young children from the paths of cars and averted robberies, but none of them would be able to stand up to the power of a comic book villain.
It was just as well that New York didn't seem to have any of those then.
Blaine dangled his legs over the side of the building, watching the tiny people scurry along hundreds of feet below him. New York never slept, which was good as Blaine never tired of watching over it.
His skin began to itch suddenly, the early warning sign that danger was near. He walked over to the other side of the building and the feeling grew stronger. He watched below as a young woman walked along talking on her phone. A man was following her, getting closer and closer by the second while the young woman had no idea he was even there.
Blaine shook his head, when would these people learn? There was only one of him, he couldn't save everyone and not every superhero had his danger-sensing abilities, they just had to wait to stumble upon crime as it happened.
He stepped up onto the ledge and felt the wind whip around him, from this height it was strong but to Blaine it was as powerful as a summer breeze. He imagined he cut an impressive silhouette against the night sky, as any good superhero should.
He smiled and leapt from the tall building, loving the feeling of plummeting to the ground, falling faster and faster before finally landing on the hard ground as nimbly and quietly as a cat.
The man didn't even hear him as he caught up with him. Blaine tapped him gently on the shoulder, suppressing the urge to laugh as the man turned around to face him, his scowling face instantly adopting a terrified expression as he recognized who Blaine was before he sprinted away, almost knocking the woman he had been following over in his haste to get away.
The woman startled and turned around, pulling her phone away from her ear.
'Wha-'
'You should be more careful.' Blaine told her sternly, his voice adopting a deeper tone as it always did as soon as he put on his mask. Something about the authority the mask implied made it almost necessary to speak with a deeper voice.
'I'm sorry, I will be.' The woman, who was probably older then Blaine, said, sounding as if she were a child that had just been told off.
Blaine bent his knees, jumping back up to the top of the fifty eight floor building with ease. He could hear the woman shouting after him but he ignored her, she was out of danger now, she didn't need him.
He settled back down on the edge of the building. Kurt had been out of danger; he had felt it, so why had he walked him home?
Blaine sighed and pulled out his phone as he felt it vibrate. He had a message from Kurt.
'Thank you again; can I get you a coffee some time?'
He smiled and typed back a reply, even though he knew he shouldn't.
Superheros weren't meant to fall in love.
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