One night, not long after the two of them had started sleeping at each other's places a few times a week, Kurt pulled away fsrom his book by a quiet tapping on the window. Glancing at the clock, he swung out of bed. Usually Blaine wasn't done superheroing until 2am. It was just past midnight. And Blaine hadn't said anything about sleeping over.
His stomach tightened nervously as he threw a robe on and approached the window. What if something was wrong?
He drew the curtain back slowly before letting out a shaky breath. Blaine was on his fire escape, shoulders hunched forward, and his arms wrapped around his middle, making the Nightbird costume look far too big.
Kurt quickly pulled the window open. "What's wrong? He asked, his eyes over Blaine worriedly. "Come inside," he added, sticking a hand through the window to help Blaine through.
Blaine clambered inside before latching onto Kurt, hugging him tightly, face pressed into Kurt's neck. Closing the window, Kurt moved them slowly to his bed, arms automatically wrapping around Blaine.
Once they'd settled on the bed, Blaine shifted to lie half on top of him. Kurt rubbed his back soothingly, biting back the questions he wanted to ask now that he could tell Blaine was physically okay. After a few moments, he carefully he pulled the mask off of Blaine's face, kissing the top of his head softly before moving to take his gloves off.
After a ten or fifteen minutes Blaine's grip loosened. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Kurt started unclamping his armor as best he could from their current position. "No need to apologize," he whispered. He paused. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"It's stupid," Blaine said with a shake of his head. Kurt watched as he got up, crossing the room to change into pjs.
"Not if it upset you." Kurt tilted his head curiously at Blaine's back.
Blaine took his time tucking his costume away where it wouldn't easily be found before climbing back into the bed. Kurt discarded his robe and tucked his book more safely on his nightstand, waiting for Blaine to say something.
Once he'd settled back under the covers with Blaine, Blaine said, "It's dumb."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "There were these boys… they couldn't've been out of high school yet. They… it shouldn't have bothered me so much. I deal with much worse sometimes…" Kurt waited. "I heard yelling, so I followed it, and they were-" Blaine's voice cracked. "They started yelling homophobic slurs at this kid. They managed to land a few punches on him before I got in there." His jaw tightened. "I've been doing this for a while so it's not like I haven't had to break up shit like that before, but this was just… the kid was so young and he- he reminded me a bit of Jason." Kurt hummed quietly, brushing a tear off Blaine's cheek. "Why do people do that? Why do they have so much hate in them because people different from them exist? Why do they think it's okay?" Blaine's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "I can understand people stealing because they need the money. I can even understand some of the idiotic fights I have to break up. But chasing after a kid? Because he might be gay and you and your friends have to beat him up? What the hell kind of world is this?"
Kurt held onto him tighter. "I know honey, I don't understand it either. Hate like that shouldn't exist."
They were quiet for a while; Blaine's breathing beginning to even out.
"I wish I could do more than try to get there before it's too late."
"Maybe we can find a place that works on educating people," Kurt whispered back, tugging the blankets more securely around them. "Try to stop people from ever thinking it's okay."
Blaine snuggled into his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed tiredly. "Mmm, I love you," he mumbled.
Kurt blinked, suddenly more awake. He was not expecting his evening to take that particular turn. "I love you too," he whispered.
He wasn't sure Blaine had heard him, but he decided it didn't matter anyways. He could just say it again in the morning.
