This story is for Shiranai Atsune who came up with the premise for the story (an awesome idea along with a very long list of many other awesome ideas).

Shiranai, I hope I am doing your idea justice.

Everyone, please enjoy.

Blaine was the proud founder of no less than four clubs this semester. There was the photography club, but the school's budget was limited to whatever camera the students had on their phone which meant the club was more about taking narcissistic selfies than actual photography. Then there was the acapella group, as he tried to revive the Acafellas but that was so lame even the Glee kids refused to join. Mr Shue revived his old Acafella costume which was more like a low grade Justin Timberlake so that club was quickly disbanded. So, then he thought he would create the Library club where kids would sit and read in the library because that was what Blaine was doing these days afterschool anyway. The only people that jointed were Sam and Tina because Tina felt sorry for him and Sam thought it was a place where he could get people to read to him.

So, then he settled on the League of Superheros. It was far more successful than his other attempts. He even made himself a costume and gave himself a name. Sam was all for it, in fact, it was him that actually gave Blaine the idea (but don't tell him that). So there Blaine was, finally with some purpose at McKinley high school and surrounded by enough friends to possibly, perhaps maybe, if he was lucky; distract him from thoughts of Kurt.

"Order, Order!" Blaine even stole a hammer-thing from the mock trial club. He dubbed it Thor's baby hammer. The superhero's assembled. "First order of the day, we need a team name."

"The Christian League for Justice." Tarantula head said.

"No." The Asian Persuasion used her powers of persuasion to flatly drop that idea to the floor.

"I can always pay for someone to come up with ideas for us." Sugar and Spice suggested.

"I think we can think of a name." Blond Chameleon assured. "Blaine, I mean, Nightbird always comes up with the best ideas." Sam smiled ad Blaine, giving him the encouragement, he needed. Sam was good like that, Blaine's second in command.

"How about this week our assignment is to come up with a team name, and to recruit more members."

"I want to join!" Becky stood in the doorway in her cheerleading uniform. She waddled forward and plunked herself at the table.

"Becky, you need a superhero costume to join." When someone was in their normal clothes, it just broke the illusion. Blaine fell out of Nightbird and back into Blaine. "I told you last week, think of a superhero and get yourself a costume and we will happily let you in. And don't copy a superhero either. I don't care what Artie says Mr Y is clearly a B grade knock off of Professor X and we can't have that sort of copy right infringement on the school."

"I thought he got kicked out because he wanted to ban all stairs in the school." Joe whispered to Tina.

"No, that is just what he muttered when we kicked him out."

"No body was kicked out." Blaine clarified, "Artie can come back when he thinks of something better. I mean, Brittany would have been aloud in with her Human Brain persona if she had just answered one single math question."

"Math is hard Blaine." Sam defended.

"I wanted her to count the number of people in the room."

"She was just counting everyone twice because of our superhero personas." Sam explained.

"Fine! We can have her in the club if she wants. Asian Persuasion it's your duty to bring Human Brain into the fold. Team meeting dismissed. Now, I must return Thor's Hammer to the actual Justice League before they put Nightbird on trial for theft, Nightbird doesn't need that sort of publicity."

"They wouldn't let me join, coach." Becky pouted. Sue's office looked a little different than usual. It was covered in crystals and a small cauldron brewing a bright green colour.

"Well that is just scandalous Becky."

"They said I needed a superhero costume."

"Only those that aren't already superheros need a costume and you, Becky, are the best superhuman out there." Sue had also managed to haul a slushy machine into her office for what ever reason and was tossing some green powder in the red mixture.

"I tried to tell them that coach, but they wouldn't listen to me."

"Well Becky, not all super humans are meant to be heroes." Sue was grinding up some glowing green crystal in her giant mortar and pestle.

"What are you doing coach?"

"Well, since my dabbling in voodoo proved unrewarding- entertaining but unrewarding- I've decided to turn my studies to the healing power of crystals. Well, rather, the supernatural power of crystals." Sue poured the green powder in with some blue powder into the cauldron. "I'm trying to secure our win for this year's Cheerios. Now that Santana and Quinn have left, the team needs a little more… umph. And the cheerleading board won't let me use beef hormones even though they will gladly pump that shit into our food chain through beef feed lots. The double standard is atrocious."

"Coach, I don't care about your problems, what about mine?"

"Hold on, hold on." Sue sprinkled in a second load of crystal powder, then a third, then a fourth, watching the slushy machine turn and eventually the red slushy mix turned to green.

"Drink this." Sue filled a slushy up with green mix and handed it to Becky. She guzzled it down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I don't feel any different coach."

"Give it a moment to digest, Becky." Sue studied her as if she were to sprout wings at any moment.

When Becky grew impatient, she threw her slushy to the ground. "Coach you aren't helping me. Your cheerios are stupid now anyway, they will never win a competition with their star students gone."

"Ouch, Becky, that hurt!" Sue grasped her chest as if she had been punched. When she looked down, she saw blood. "Becky, you cut me with your words!"

"I did? I'm sorry coach."

Sue looked down at her chest, with Becky's apology the scar across her breastbone disappeared.

"My goodness, these crystals work. Becky, help me wheel the slushy into the gym. The Cheerios are going to drink this for their practice after lunch and if I don't get myself a wining team then I'm going to have to resort to bartering with the devil, and he and I did not part on good terms last time." As Sue spoke, they wheeled the slushy machine down into the gym.

"Hopefully at least one of these sad excused for cheerleaders will unlock some useful superpowers. There." Sue dusted her hands. The slushy machine was in place in the gym. Surely it would be safe here.

"As for you Becky, your words sting and cut deep. Perhaps you weren't meant to be a superhero after all. lets go make you a costume.

The Superhero club was always on watch for a slushy facial. Usually it was before or after school when the teachers still hadn't woken up without their third cup of coffee, or after they had gone home for the evening or were too tired to care. What they were not expecting was a post-lunch fully coordinated attack ad the end of their meeting.

"I'm telling you the name 'Justice League' has already been taken. The last thing the club needs is a copy right infringement." Blaine sighed as Joe tried to insist on the name. They all walked out the classroom and met with a lime green slushing facial. The entire football team was waiting for them and the kids were soaked, head to toe.

"Gah!" Tina screamed, then licked her lips "Hey, that's not too bad."

"Superhero Gleeks! One football player laughed.

"You new Gleeks are so much lamer than the old ones. Makes me want to bully you even more." Another said.

"Yeah, that Kurt kid, at least would fight back with some insult, you losers just cry." Which wasn't untrue, considering Marley was crying as the green soaked into her skin.

"Get out of our way." Blaine's voice broke, he was trying to sound tough but at the mention of Kurt's name, his voice choked.

"You 'kay dude?" Sam touched Blaine's shoulder. He knew how Blaine hated the mention of Kurt.

"I'm fine Sam." Blaine brushed the hand away. Of course, he wasn't fine. "I'm going to the washrooms to clean up." Blaine broke from the group. While the others stayed to scuffle, a little tit for tat with the football dudes before Mr Shue come out from his desk to scatter everyone away.

Blaine licked his lips. If it was any consolation the green slushy was delicious. How come he had never seen it in the slushy vendor before?

It was all down his costume, it was all through his armour. He had to take it off and clean the pieces individually before it got sticky. And so, he made his way to the locker rooms. Thankfully they were empty and began to strip. He took of his wrist guards, then his breast plate, then his undershirt. Not much had gone on his pants, he could probably salvage them and wear them for the rest of the day. What had really hurt him was hearing Kurt's name. He knew he had done the wrong thing, and he hated himself for it. but that name still stung, it hurt so bad.

"Blaine?" Blaine ignored his name until he heard it again. "Blaine? Come on." Must be a figment of his imagination, there was no way Blaine was hearing that voice. "Hey Blaine." When Blaine felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped and skin around. He had not been imagining things. There, right in front of him was Kurt. Those blue eyes and dimpled smile. Kurt was smiling at him.

"It's you." Blaine's mouth went dry. His eyes widened and his heart shot to his throat.

"Who else would it be?" Kurt shrugged. There was only one reason Kurt would be back. Kurt would only be back if he had forgiven Blaine. Blaine grasped Kurt's face in both his hands and before Kurt knew what was happening Blaine kissed him. Blaine parted his lips, gently trying to part Kurt's too. Kurt opened his mouth with a gasp, then a moan, still taken back by the sudden gesture. Then slowly, gently, Kurt began to relax and move with Blaine, he even placed a hand to Blaine's waist and gripped him, brining their bodies closer. Then there was Kurt sticking his tongue further in Blaine's mouth than ever. Their tongues wrestling then playfully pulling back. Kurt kissed differently than Blaine remembered. Not that Blaine was complaining, in fact he didn't mind this type of kiss, more passionate, deeper, one that made Blaine's head tilt back and clutch tighter just to hang on. His insides tumbled and turned inside, and he couldn't help but smile, giggle a little as he broke away, eyes closed, wishing for the moment to never end.

"That was amazing." Kurt's voice sounded husky from the kiss, far deeper than Blaine remembered it to be.

"Oh, Kurt I thought you would never forgive me."

"Kurt? Why would you think I was Kurt?"