Holy Sh I'm a Superhero

by FanaticallyFranticWritings

Quinn Evans is, for lack of a better term, a loser. He's on the school paper, he can't play sports, and he spends too much time buried in his books to be noticed. One day he gets bit by a spider and his world explodes. (Gender swapped Quinn, Quick bromance and eventual Faberry with starter Finchel)

2. Chapter 2

Title: Holy Sh... I'm a Superhero

Rating: PG (Language)

Stuff: Lima, New York instead of Ohio. Quinn and Sam are twins so they are a year younger than everyone else, just to point that out.

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We stayed up all night, me and Puck, researching everything we could. Turns out there's spider that was created by scientist, genetically engineered so to speak, to create super soldiers so we can kill all the terrorist. That was really in the report, kill all terrorist with Spider Soldiers, this is how our government speaks. We're all doomed. But it didn't work, something to do with not being to blend with their DNA, so they scrapped the project. Only one person was ever successful, he had a heart attack, not because of the bite but because he was a 60 man flying through the air.

Puck researched all the science stuff because I'm just not that into it, I take a lot of AP classes and I am damn good in Science I just don't get all giggly over research. I've been reading comic books and taking notes on the many things we know about Spider-Man and besides getting instant sexy I think it's going to be different. I cut my hand because I'm clumsy and it healed in like 3 or 4 minutes, that freaked me out. I climbed up and down Puck's wall and over his ceiling, I am pretty a fucking gymnast. My senses have greatly improved, I can hear every fucking thing and that..that shit is wild. I have to focus or my brain will explode. Puck said that to me.

We're standing in the middle of an abandon warehouse with really high ceilings, Puck has decided that we should try flying, that I should try. I can control my web a lot better, I can make a fist without shooting web. I don't know about flying, I don't really want to learn right now.

"Do it, Quinn. Quit being a virgin about it."

I glare at him, "I just don't want to."

"You're a superhero now! You have to do this! You need to learn your powers."

I shake my head, "dude, I could break something."

"No," Puck put on his glasses and opened his binder, "see, that particular spider can rapid heal because of being engineered. So, with the denseness of the human bones and your freaky spider power you'll heal in 10 maybe 20 minutes tops. It will be painful."

I stare at him as he pats me on the shoulder and points across.

"Aim and fly. Come on."

I swallow and aim...holy shit dude, I am fucking flying. It's the greatest feeling ever, I swing everywhere from side to side and everything. It's the most amazing thing I've ever experienced and I wish Puck was up here with me. I cheer at the top of my lungs before coming back down, I walk over to him and grin.

"This is the most amazing thing...Puck, go bit by the spider."

He grins, laughing, "it'll kill me, my DNA may not be compatible. We can't take the risk, I'm the Watson to your Sherlock."

"Yeah, right." I nudge him, "Wanna get on my back?"

He pushes me, "I'm your Watson, not your Robin. So, what are we gonna call you?"

"Nothing, villains don't exist unless there's a superhero flying around trying to save people."

Puck groans, "bro, you have powers! You need to do something with them."

"Dude, I'm about to become the hottest guy in school."

"Second."

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We walk in the school and no one looks at me, I'm still wearing my glasses -mostly so people can tell the difference between me and Sam- but my hair is tousled and not neatly combed over like usual because I think I can pull it off. My wardrobe hasn't changed much at all, I just feel a bit more confident. I can hear things, feel people, and there is someone walking close behind me...I drop down and move to the side quickly as slushy flies over my head. Spidey fucking sense.

"Karofsky, I knew I could smell you." I smile and duck when he swings at me, "hey, relax guy."

He grabs my shirt, "you little shit."

"David," I wiggle free, "now, now, violence is never the answer."

He swings and I run up the lockers and cut a flip because I just can't help showing off. The crowd cheers and I bow.

"Thank you, thank you, I've been eating

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"Oh God...what happened?" I squint, "florescent lit hell..."

Rachel leans over running her fingers over my hair, "Karofsky cracked you in the nose. Nice show this morning."

"I've been eating my Wheaties." I groan, "is my nose broken?"

She shakes her head, "I thought it was, but it doesn't look bad. Your bruised but no broken bones. Kind of impressive."

"Wanna kiss it better?" I close my eyes, "did I say that out loud?"

She kisses my nose, "you did."

I open my eyes and she's sitting back down, watching me with a smile on her face. Puck comes storming into the office with Santana behind him. Santana walks up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me off the mattress.

"You little shit," she whacks me on the nose, "why are you picking fights?"

I whine, trying to get free, "come on, get off me. I was defending myself."

"Damn you," she hugs me, "don't do that again. Just because you got lucky doesn't mean you can just pick fights."

Puck looks at me, "been eating your Wheaties huh?"

We high five as Santana moves letting me fall back on the mattress. I look at Rachel as she stands, smoothing down the front of her skirt with a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Maybe try a different cereal." Rachel grins, "because you still got socked in the face. Feel better, stop trying to get a broken nose."

She leaves, I watch her while Puck pulls the curtain around the bed. He walks up to me and shakes his head.

"How? How did you managed to get hit?"

I shrug, sitting up on my elbows, "I think I was trying to be cocky."

"Knock it off.."

Santana sits on the bed, "Puck tells me you're a Superhero."

"Puck! Haven't you ever heard of secret fucking identity?" I twist his ear, "come on man."

He gets away, "it's Santana. She's really smart, we need her."

Santana nods along with Puck, shrugging as if it's the only solution. She is pretty smart, she's the smartest girl I know -after Brittany and her freak numbers brain- and she does love comics as much as I do. I nod, it's not like I can erase her memory...unless...

"What's he doing?" Santana stares at me as I hold my finger to my temple and squint at her, "knock it."

I stop, "mind control is not on the list of powers."

"Neither is improved brain production, dumb ass."

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Brittany has decided it's her job as big sister to walk me to and from class when she's around, no one messes with Brittany because she's just too awesome. She's the only member of glee club to have never been hit with a slushy, not once. I need protection like this, even though I could totally save her ass whenever I want. It's embarrassing, the way she holds my hand and leads me through the cafeteria, people have stopped laughing about it but it doesn't make it any less humiliating. I'm a man dammit.

"Heads up!"

I cover Brittany, pushing her behind me and I am drenched, drenched in the sticky corn syrup that is high school humiliation. The chunks of frozen hell roll down my face and slip into my shirt. Karofsky. He's been giving me shit all year, he's like the kid on the play ground with a crush but girls didn't like getting their hair pulled and I don't like slushy facials. Or boys for that matter. Or fucking Karofsky.

Before I can stop myself I'm running at him and I tackle him to the ground, fist flying and him covering his face with no attempts to hit back. I feel someone pull me up so I kick him in the face for good measure.

"Wheaties, bitch!"

I look around, everyone is just standing there, looking at me like I'm crazy or something. I free myself from Finn's tight hold and walk out of the cafeteria. I look down at my ruined Captain America shirt, this school is full of fucking savages.

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I've been taking dance classes for years, it's not a secret that I'm probably one of the most over look glee kids in the club. I usually dance somewhere near front and center or in the back behind the likes of Finn or Sam, two people that can't dance at all, dancing my ass off and not getting noticed. It makes me mad and I've never been the type to hit a bag or run or some sort of 90's movie montage of me learning to fight. It's more of an 80's movie montage, angry dancing. Brittany thought me a lot of what I know, she's so fluid and natural. I'm angry and sad, that's what she calls my dancing. I'm either angry or really sad and trying to dance through it. She knows me so well.

I twirl on the tip of my toes with my right leg stretched back and curved up, the back of my head can touch my foot. My dad wanted me to play football or take boxing with Sam but no, I pulled a Billy Elliot on him and haven't looked back sense.

"You're so great."

I stop, "Rachel, don't do that!"

She laughs and stand there, dusting off my sweatpants as I sit on the stage floor and lean back on my hands. She walks up to me, a smile on her face, as she sits beside me.

"Everyone is looking for you."

"They should know where I am." I look around, "at least Brittany should know."

Rachel nods, "she told me to try here, she's taking everyone else to the greenhouse."

"Why?"

"Because you have a crush on me and she thought I could make you feel better."

I blink, "what did you say? I think I heard a nightmare coming out."

"Because you have a crush on me." She grins, "Brittany told me, I don't think she meant to but then again she probably did it on purpose."

I lie back against the stage and jump up, because it's cold and I'm sweaty and not wearing a shirt. I grab the white undershirt and pull it over my head. Rachel stands, watching me with her fingers laced in front of her and an innocent smile on her face.

"When did you get in such great shape?"

I smirk, arrogance coursing through my veins, "I've always been hot."

"I didn't call you hot, I said you were in great shape."

"Isn't that the same exact thing?" I flex, "looks pretty hot to me."

She pushes me, "you were cuter as a bumbling loser."

"Come on Berry, admit it." I smile as she walks away, "I'm hot!"

She laughs and I grin, she wants me.

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When Kurt comes over for dinner he brings Finn with him and Finn brings Rachel and dad loves it. He loves having a house full of people to cook for. Finn has horrible table manners and when he has comes over I invite Puck and he brings Santana and we all end up eating around the kitchen, sitting on the counter or standing up. Dad loves every second of it, mom loves it just as much but she works a whole lot. Then after dinner we all go into the living room and watch movie, this is usually when I sneak away and go outside. I usually sit on top of the monkey bars but tonight I'm walking on them on my hands before flipping off them.

"I got you something." Puck smiles, "me and Santana pitched in on it. We decided to share the title of Watson."

I smile, "I took Santana flying today...web slinging...whack web flinging."

"I'm the smart one. Come on."

We go inside, walk through the kitchen to avoid the family bonding in the living room and go up the stairs to my room in the attic. Santana is standing in my bed putting on one of my button downs, it's always been a dream of mine to have a hot cheerleader swaying sexily in my bed and wearing one of my shirts. Santana was never in that dream. Santana's hot but she doesn't get the blood pumping, now if she were Rachel, I'd throw Puck right out the window.

Puck grips my shoulder, "Spider-Man."

"I'm not Spider-Man."

Santana jumps on me and shoves a mask on me, "you are now. Think about, Superheroes are real and you're him."

She climbs off me as I look in the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror. Puck stands beside me, pulling on a lab coat and glasses as Santana stands to my right, pushing her hair out her face.

"We're like the sexy super friends." Santana grins, "Professor Puck, Spider-Man, and Snixx."

I raise the mask, "should I dedicate my life to saving the world?"

"No, we should dedicate our lives to saving the world." Puck smiles, "we're best friends, we've been dreaming of this our whole lives."

Santana snakes an arm around my waist, "it's a dream come true. Puck isn't going to go Goblin on you and I...did Peter have any girl friends that he didn't eventually fall in love with, put in constant danger, or get them killed?"

"Not cool. Those girls chose him!" I shake my head, "you guys, with great power comes great responsibility."

Santana smiles, "now I have a reason to use that police scanner."

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AN: I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so far. I just want to try something new.