Title taken from "Superman" by Five For Fighting

This story is in response to this post on the gkm:

Blaine is a superhero and Lima (and westerville?) are full of crime so they really need Blaine. The thing is, is that the city can't afford to pay Blaine for his services so they set up a system (the citizens got to vote on it and the overwhelming majority voted for it) where if Blaine saves a person, he can ask that person for a favour. It can be anything and the person has to do it (it's usually something like laundry or a cooked meal, etc.) They never put any rules or restrictions about what Blaine could ask for because they never considered that they would need to, they can't fathom Blaine ever doing anything wrong. When Blaine saves Kurt he can't get over how beautiful the boy is. He wants to see more of Kurt so the favour he asks is for Kurt to strip for him.

There's a ton more to the prompt but I really adored it and so here we are, I shall fill it on here and also do all the stuff on the original prompt as well :

http:/glee-kink-meme(.)livejournal(.)?thread=27679705#t27679705

just delete the parenthesis!

Disclaimer: I Don't own magical glee.

Even Heroes have the Right to Dream

Chapter one: Only A man in a funny red sheet

Kurt was walking home from the small fashion boutique he had a part time job at when he turned to find a thug behind him, ready to pounce.

"You fucking queers think you can do whatever you want! Well, I hope I can teach you a lesson you'll never forget." With a leer, the large man started leaning towards him, and Kurt turned, trying to run.

Before he could get away, the thug pounced, and Kurt fell, arms scrabbling for a hold before he hit the pavement. Except instead of the pavement, his body hit a navy and maroon suit, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The Warbler was here. Everything was going to be fine. The Warbler set Kurt gently to the side before quickly punching the thug's face in for daring to touch such a perfect human being. Then, he scooped Kurt up and flew into the air, chuckling down at Kurt and saying, "I really hope you aren't afraid of heights."

Kurt felt like he was in heaven, in the arms of a beautiful hero that seemed to like him. "So, beautiful, where do you live?"

Kurt pointed to the balcony outside his apartment, which was only a block away. As The Warbler landed he opened the screen door for Kurt and they both went inside. Kurt walked awkwardly over to his couch and turned around. "So, uhm, what did you want in return? I'm a great cook, or I could re-design your costume? I think if you made it more understated-"

Blaine couldn't even process what this beautiful creature was saying, besides his name, which was apparently Kurt. He was talking about favors and payment and suddenly Blaine grinned. Because even though he normally asked for stuff like food or flowers or whatever was nearby and low priced, normally, a flawless human being wasn't standing right in front of him, subconsciously begging to be touched.

"Strip."

"I- what- excuse me?" Kurt squeaked, certain he hadn't heard him right. He was a hero, he had outstanding morals, he would never ask someone to-

"You heard me. Strip." At this point Blaine was almost angry.

"But I- couldn't we talk-"

"No. There's a law. You do what I ask, or I can tell the police that I saw you do something wrong, and get to you through the justice system. Or, you can do this the easy way, and take off the Hermes and Alexander McQueen so I can see that gorgeous body of yours." Blaine had stalked slowly forward while saying this, and pulled the scarf slowly off Kurt's neck.

Kurt frowned, certain that if his mind could catch up he would realize that this was a joke, or maybe this wasn't the real Warbler? But who was he kidding, he had seen this masked enigma on TV almost every day doing something heroic. So he did what any normal person would do. He reached forward and very slowly started unbuttoning his vest, glaring daggers all the way. Blaine stepped back to enjoy the view, getting an even bigger hard on at the bitch glare being sent his way.

The blue-eyed brunette was shrugging out of his vest, and taking a deep breath while trying not to cry. Now came the hard part. Actual clothes were coming off.

If Blaine had thought the bitch glare was attractive, it was nothing compared with the complete innocence on Kurt's face, and the embarrassment when he got to the top shirt button.

"Listen, I really don't think this is the best idea. I mean, why would you want to look at me?"

Blaine chucked, thinking he was joking, before looking at Kurt. "Oh, you're serious. No, sweetheart, don't look so upset. I want to see you. I can just tell that you're going to be the hottest thing on two legs. So be a good boy and take the rest of it off, or do I have to call the cops?" He said this last part with a grin, before nodding at Kurt to continue.

Kurt took off his shirt, letting it shrug off his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed. Blaine gasped, and had to restrain himself from walking forward and touching the milky white skin that had just been exposed. "The rest?" He asked in a strained voice, noticing that Kurt had paused in his accidentally sexy strip tease.

Kurt took a gulp before leaning slowly down to his boots to unzip and step out, fully aware that the Warbler was getting a view of his ass, but if he moved, he had a feeling he would just be told to move right back. He was pretty sure the flush was almost full body now, and his fingers were pausing at the top of his pants.

Blaine was too undone right now to offer any soothing words of encouragement. God this boy looked like sin while at the same time looking like the picture of innocence. The hard on under Blaine's spandex was getting painfully so, but anything too sexual would frighten his little fawn off before he got to the really good parts.

Finally Kurt had eased out of his pants, unknowingly torturing Blaine in the process. Then all that was left were flesh colored boy shorts, which Kurt was having a huge difficulty with.

Blaine growled in frustration when Kurt didn't immediately shed that last barrier, because he just knew Kurt's cock would be beautiful like that rest of him. "Off." Was all he could manage to say without pouncing on the flawless boy.

With a huge intake of breath, Kurt pushed his underwear off his cock, brushing it past his thighs, until it pooled with his pants on the floor, leaving him completely exposed. Which would have been fine, if he didn't keep trying to cover up his lovely pretty cock. Blaine finally lost his cool and stalked towards Kurt, grabbing his hands and putting them at his sides.

"You shouldn't ever cover up, God you're absolutely flawless. There should be sonnets and songs and shit devoted to you." He trailed his fingers around Kurt's body, marveling at every inch of skin he touched, at the delicate curve from his back to his lovely globes of ass, which Blaine gave a bit more attention to.

Kurt was shivering because of what those fingers were doing to him, trying to remind himself that he most certainly did not want this, because he wasn't ready and he didn't really know the Warbler outside of what he did for Lima, but reminding himself was so hard when those fingers trailed to his cock, and he started to respond to the light but intense attention it was receiving.

Blaine could have marveled at the angelic boy all night, but right then his beeper went off, signaling that someone at Dalton Tower had a crime for him to solve.

"Thank you for the favor beautiful. I hope I see you again." He said, before leaping out the window and into the night, leaving Kurt caught between fainting from embarrassment or jerking himself off because of the attention his body had gotten that night.

AN: Please everyone tell me what you think!