The lovely lola-mejor has stepped in to beta this story for me and helped me work out some kinks, any mistakes are still mine though!

Santana skulked through the shadows, keeping close to the walls of the buildings she was sliding past, and glancing behind her every few steps. She could feel something in the air, a kind of electricity that usually meant something was going to happen tonight, something big.

Sure she didn't have Blaine's super power of being able to sense danger but you could only be a superhero in a big city like this for so long before you were able to anticipate when something going to happen.

So far that night all she had done was broken up a bar fight and that was to show off in front of crowd of college boys more than anything else. They were, after all, the most likely crowd to brag about seeing Super Snix and get her some more publicity.

But as the night grew the city began to close itself around Santana, wrapping her in a sense of fear she wasn't used to feeling. She was quick footed and able to scale walls with no difficulty at all, her superhero costume, what little of it there was, was bullet proof and she had a supersonic screech that could knock out anyone within a mile radius. She should be fearless.

So why was she so afraid?

A small sound had her diving behind a mess of trash cans in the alley way, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth went dry and she started to look around like a startled animal. Something was close.

She could barely hear anything over the sound of her own blood pounding in her ears but she could feel something moving closer. Panic began to flare insider her as she realised this alley had no way out, she was cornered.

A figure stepped into the entrance of the alleyway, the bright lights of the city turning it into a silhouette and casting a long shadow across the ground.

Santana squinted, trying to make out who it was that had been following her. She almost laughed when the figure stepped into the ally and away from the bright lights so she could see his face. It was just a kid, a young boy who looked as if he was barely eighteen.

'Hey kid, isn't it past your bedtime?' She smirked, any fear that had been settling in her chest vanishing instantly. This boy was no threat.

The kid moved towards her, his feet dragging along the ground as if he wasn't in full control of his movements. His arms swung loosely at his sides as he walked and his head lolled to the side as he looked at her.

Santana felt her stomach clench uneasily, there was something seriously not right with this kid, he didn't seem in control of his actions. His sluggish movements reminded her of a zombie from the movies, the old classic ones, not the lame super-fast zombies from some of the more recent ones. But there was just too much life in his eyes for him to be the living dead, she thought.

He stumbled towards her slowly, reaching down as he passed a pipe lying on the ground to grasp it in his slack grip.

Santana faltered, she knew she should get herself out of this corner she had become trapped in and on the other side of this kid. She could easily scale the wall and jump over him, or she could just belt out a supersonic scream and knock him out. But there was an overwhelming curiosity burning in her, forcing her to stay where she was and find out what this kid was trying to do.

As he got closer Santana was able to get a better view of the state he was in. His shirt, which was once obviously an expensive and well kept garment, was torn on one shoulder and ragged around the bottom. There was a trickle of blood running down the side of his face from a cut on his forehead and he wasn't wearing any shoes.

Every instinct Santana possessed was screaming at her to move, to run or fight, anything but just stand there and let this kid get closer.

There was something about his eyes, expressionless yet full of life. His head lolled again as he stumbled slightly on a piece of debris in the ally and he looked right at her.

She gasped at the look in his eyes, for a split second they were no longer expressionless, they were desperate and terrified, screaming at Santana for help.

She faltered once more as the kid raised the arm holding the pipe above his head. Something on his wrist, a small black leather strap, beeped and a small red light appeared on it. Within seconds the pipe began to glow with heat and Santana could smell the acrid stench of burning flesh.

She chocked back another gasp and stumbled back, away from the kid. The device on his wrist must be heating the pipe, but it was going through the boy's hand, burning him, and he hadn't even noticed.

Santana screamed as the pipe flew down at her with more speed and accuracy then she could have imagined the kid possessing, the burning metal crashing into the bare flesh on her right arm. Instantly the skin began to burn and Santana jerked away.

Her curiosity over the kid vanished as she realised he was more of a threat than she had thought. She aimed a well placed kick towards the boy's chest, one that would usually send her targets flying, but the kid barely stumbled.

He swung at her again, this time the pipe caught her in her stomach and she crashed backwards into a pile of debris. Her superhero outfit saved her from being burnt but she was still left winded.

The next time the kid swung the pipe she dodged it, swinging her leg up again to kick the boy in the head and send him off balance. He recovered quickly and turned around, stumbling towards her with a more determined stance.

She decided to end it there and then. She didn't think this kid was behind his own actions, but that didn't mean she could let him attack her like that, she would have to fight back harder, even if it did mean hurting someone who was probably innocent.

She opened her mouth and drew in a deep breath, filling her lunch before screeching out a sonic scream, targeting it all towards the kid. The sound waves rippled around her in the air and the kid was flown backwards several feet through the air, landing heavily on the hard ground.

Santana started to move towards him to make sure he was unconscious, wondering what she would do with him if he was. She contemplated calling Blaine for some help, but he was out on yet another date with that little bit of fancy he had picked up a while back.

When she was just a few feet away from the kid she heard another beep coming from the strap around his wrist. This time a blue light flashed and she gasped as a blue light began to engulf the boy, fizzling light an electric current. His body jerked for a moment before he was still.

Santana didn't need to inspect any further to know he was dead.

'I'm telling you Santana, something's going on.' Blaine insisted as he paced around their kitchen. Santana was sitting on a stool she had dragged over to the sink and was holding her wrist under a stream of cold water pouring from the tap.

Santana had stumbled into their apartment a few minutes earlier cradling the burnt arm which added to the usual cuts and bruises as evidence that she had been in a pretty serious fight with someone. She had been in the middle of recapping her night to Blaine when he had suddenly started pacing.

'Blaine if you want to do something useful stop wearing a hole in the floor and go fetch me the bandages and painkillers. And some Tequila.' Santana snapped. She was in pain and in no mood to listen to Blaine's ranting until she had some sort of drug in her system.

Blaine scowled at her but went and fetched the first aid box anyway. He sat down next to her and helped her to cover the burn on her arm with some healing salve.

'I spoke to Mike the other day. He said he tried to stop someone from robbing a diner on the Upper East Side, but it was an old woman. He said she must have been about eighty and she was waving a gun in everyone's faces but she didn't seem in control of her own actions either. She was like a zombie.' Blaine said.

The story had caused a storm in the papers that day. 'The Dancer Saves Diner' had been splashed across the headlines every article had concentrated on how an elderly woman had tried to hold up a diner and how, when The Dancer had disarmed her, she had had what appeared to be a stroke and died.

No one had blamed Mike for her death, she was old and they put it down to the stress, but no one could explain why the old woman had tried to rob the diner. According to witnesses she had been sitting in a coffee shop a few blocks down just before, reading in a quiet corner like she always did, when she had suddenly gotten up and left.

'I've heard a few stories floating around.' Santana agreed. 'I hadn't really given them much thought until now. What do you think this means?'

'I think someone is using mind control over these people.' Blaine had had thought this since he had seen the man drive his family into the river two months ago. Since then even more 'accidents' like that had occurred all over the city. 'Maybe we have a new super villain in town?'

'Maybe, but this didn't seem like a super power being held over this kid, he had something around his wrist, I think that was controlling him.'

'So a villain who has knowledge, money and equipment to build a mind control... thing.' Blaine sighed. 'How come these villains are so much more dangerous than the ones who just use their super powers for bad?'

Santana shrugged and stood up as Blaine finished treating her cuts and burn. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and took several long gulps before deciding to change the subject, it was late and she was too tired to try and start thinking about a new threat to the city.

'So how are things going with you and Mr. Fancy Pants?'She smirked. 'Judging by the claw marks down your back I'd say you're getting along well.'

Blaine blushed and busied himself with the first aid box.

'Stop looking through my clothes Santana.' He grumbled, carrying the box back to the bathroom.

'Your ass is quite red as well.' She called after him. 'Did he spank you? Were you a naughty boy?' She purred as Blaine slammed the door behind him.

Two days later Kurt and Blaine were enjoying a peaceful day in Central Park. The sun was hot and the park was full of people, residents of the city and tourists alike. Despite this, after a few minutes of searching Blaine had managed to find a quite space in amongst the shade of the trees.

They settled down on a picnic blanket and began to spread out the food they had brought.

It was the first day in a while that they had plenty of time to enjoy the day, rather than making dates between other activities. Kurt had a lot of college work to get finished before the summer break and Blaine, well Blaine's job was quite relaxed about the hours he worked, but he had been busy trying to find out who the new villain about town was.

But now they were in the park, soaking up the sunshine through the gaps of the trees and Blaine found it hard to think about anything other than the amount of skin Kurt was showing off in public that day.

He had managed to keep the bottle of champagne chilled on the way to the park and he poured them both out a glass to sip as they watched the world go by around them.

They ate their way through the sandwiches and cold cuts they had packed before moving on to a punnet of strawberries.

Kurt moved himself so he was pressed against Blaine's side, dipping one plump strawberry into the small bowl of sugar he had placed on the rug and feeding it to Blaine. Red juice escaped from Blaine's lips and trickled down Kurt's palm, making its way to his wrist before Blaine licked it clean.

Kurt breathed in a shuddering breath and leaned over to kiss Blaine, licking the sticky red juice from his lips and gently pushing him back on the rug.

They lay there for a while, tongues gently entwining and hands idly wandering over each other, content to just feel one another for a while. Blaine was just starting to wonder how much they could possibly get away with in a public area when a sound close by broke them apart.

Another couple had settled down not far away from Kurt and Blaine's spot, spreading out their own picnic rug and chatting merrily.

Kurt shrugged and sat up, giving Blaine a look that clearly said they could finish off what they had started later.

Blaine sat himself up against the tree trunk and motioned for Kurt to come closer. Kurt grinned and sat between Blaine's legs with his back against Blaine's chest. They sat in contented silence for a few moments before Kurt spoke.

'I forgot to say, you'll never guess what I saw yesterday!' He grinned, craning his head back to look at Blaine excitedly.

'What?' Blaine asked.

'Well, I was walking past the Museum of Natural History and suddenly this guy bursts through the doors and starts running towards this van that parked outside. He was carrying something and pushing people out of the way. Then all these security guards start running out of the museum after him, shouting and yelling! The man almost reaches the van when Flower Power swoops in, blows some of that sleep pollen in his face and the guy just collapses. As soon as the guards caught up she flew away though.'

'Oh yeah, I think I saw that one the news.' Blaine said.

'Apparently the guy was trying to steal one of the displays there. But in broad daylight and everything!' Kurt laughed. 'Obviously not the brightest thief in New York.'

'No.' Blaine laughed, although he disagreed. Although there were more people around during the day it was probably the best time to try and steal something. If you had everything well planned and were smarter than the average criminal you could get away with it, the only thing stopping you would be the supers, and during the day the majority of them would be in their day jobs.

All of a sudden, through the calm and peace of their little space in the wooded area, Blaine's danger sense flared up. He closed his eyes and received a momentary flash of something that was about to happen.

A young girl jogging through the park, dodging through the crowds and checking the heart monitor on her watch before picking up her pace a little. She doesn't see the horse break away from the woman walking it, rearing in fright from a loud noise nearby and galloping off into the crowds.

People scatter but the girl checks her monitor again as she rounds a corner, she doesn't see the horse as it gallops in her, knocking her down and stamping on her head.

Blaine jolts suddenly, he doesn't have much time.

'Hey Kurt, I'll be back in a second.' He says, standing up quickly and dislodging a disgruntled Kurt from his lap. He walks briskly out of sight of the people nearby and grabbing his mask from his pants pocket. He slips it on before bending his knees and leaping, crashing through the canopy of the trees and covering almost half the park in one go.

He lands nimbly among a group of people playing baseball who all stare at him and start chattering excitedly. He glances about to catch his bearings before jumping again, not so hard this time so he ends up exactly where he needs to be.

The people around him are already beginning to scatter away from the bolting horse and Blaine catches sight of the girl who will soon be killed if he doesn't step in. He runs towards her and knocks her out of the way, taking the full force of the horse hitting him instead. He grounds himself firmly to the floor and pushes against the horse, enough to counter the hit but not so much that he would hurt the frightened animal.

The horse stumbles back as though it had hit a wall and starts to paw nervously at the ground, not so sure what to do now that the initial panic is out of its system.

Blaine grabs hold of the horse reins and holds it steady, stroking its nose and speaking soothingly as he waited for the panicked owner to catch up with it.

'Oh my God.' The woman cried, running over to them, slowing down as she got nearer so she didn't end up spooking the animal again. 'Thank you, thank you so much!' She threw her shaking arms around Blaine and drew him into a hug.

'No problem.' Blaine smiled. 'Just be more careful in future.'

'I will be.' The woman nodded.

Blaine glanced down at the jogger sprawled on the ground, looking up at him in awe. He nodded to her curtly before bending his knees and leaping away from the scene, leaving behind the gawping crowd.

As soon as he got back to the place where he had started off from he tucked his mask back into his pocket and took a deep breath to shake off the excitement of the moment.

As soon as he was ready he jogged back over to where he had left Kurt, stopping sharply as he approached the empty space where Kurt should have been.

He felt panic bubble up in his chest, had something happened to Kurt? He hadn't felt his danger sense flare up, but then where was he?

'Hey, he went storming off that way a few moments ago.'

Blaine looked over to the couple who had settled down near them, the guy was pointing over towards one of the main paths running through the park. He thanked the guy and began to run after Kurt.

It didn't take long to catch up with him, but it wasn't easy to make him stop either.

'Hey, Kurt!' He tugged on Kurt's arm, trying to get him to stop. 'Hey, what's going on?'

Kurt did stop at that, turning around and glaring at Blaine.

'I don't know Blaine, what is going on? I sure as hell don't know!'

Blaine frowned. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'We were having a lovely day and you just run off! Again!' Kurt scowled. He shifted the picnic basket in his grip and tried to walk away, but Blaine held onto his arm.

'What? I wasn't gone long, I-'

'It doesn't matter; you do this almost every time we're on a date! We're having a great time and then you just leave! If you don't want to be with me then just say so.'

'Kurt, of course I want to be with you-'

'Then why do you keep leaving? Huh? I don't like being left on my own and not given a reason Blaine, people stare at me and I keep thinking you're not going to come back. Are you on drugs?'

Blaine was thrown by this sudden question.

'No-'

'Then why are you leaving all the time?' Kurt looked close to tears but he was stubbornly keeping them at bay.

'I- I can't tell you right now.' Blaine couldn't tell Kurt yet, he didn't want to put him in danger.

The tears and exasperated expression fled from Kurt's face, replaced by a stony hardness Blaine was almost frightened of.

'You can't tell me? Or you don't want to?' He turned around not even waiting for an answer.

'Wait.' Blaine yelled, chasing after him and grabbing him arm again. 'I want to tell you Kurt, believe me, I-'

'Then tell me.' Kurt said softly, almost pleading with Blaine. When Blaine didn't answer he shook his head. 'I'm starting to wonder if you really do like me.'

'Of course I do Kurt, I love you.' Blaine insisted. Kurt froze.

'What?'

Blaine felt breathless and his heart raced with what he had just said, but he knew it was true. He just hadn't intended to blurt it out like that. He lifted his head up, looking Kurt in the eyes.

'I love you Kurt.'

Blaine woke up the next morning, stretching in the soft covers of Kurt's bed and basking in the warm sunlight already streaming through the window.

It looked like today was going to be another lovely day and Blaine wondered if he could convince Kurt to go out with him again.

Their argument in the park had been ended suddenly by Blaine's declaration and although Blaine knew Kurt hadn't forgotten the matter, it had certainly been put aside for the evening.

Blaine grinned. It had been a wonderful evening. They had made their way back to Kurt's apartment, Blaine still didn't trust Santana not to spy on them having sex, and spent hours making love in Kurt's bed before collapsing in a sweaty, exhausted heap in the early hours.

The smell of bacon cooking wafted through the door and Blaine felt his stomach rumble in response. He untangled himself from the sheets and located his underwear on the floor, leaving the rest of his clothes where they lay.

He wandered into the kitchen and saw Kurt sitting at the table reading a paper and drinking orange juice while the bacon and what looked like pancakes cooked behind him.

Blaine smiled at Kurt as he poured himself a glass or orange, but something felt off. The bacon began to smell as if it was burning and Kurt still hadn't looked up at him yet.

'Kurt? Is everything ok?' He asked.

Kurt finally looked up at him from the paper, the look in his eyes unreadable. He nodded down to the page he was reading.

'It seems The Dapper Avenger was in the park too yesterday.' He said. 'Wearing, it seems, the exactly same clothes as you were.'

Blaine froze, he hadn't noticed anyone taking pictures yesterday, and he hadn't thought he was around long enough.

'Is there anything you want to tell me Blaine?'

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