So, what you need to know about this verse to understand what’s going on:
- Blaine is a paramedic type thing that rides around on a bike to be a first responder in heavy traffic.
- He sometimes picks up extra shifts at the park
- One night, Spider-Man broke into Kurt and Blaine’s apartment and bled all over the carpet because he knew Blaine was a paramedic
- Blaine fixed the shit out of his wounds.
- Blaine wears really tight bike shorts to work sometimes
Actually that last point is pretty irrelevant to this story, but I thought you might like to know.
Kurt reluctantly opened his eyes after several long minutes of trying to get back to sleep and checked the clock. Two in the morning. Why the hell was he awake? He lay still for a moment, doing a mental run down of the situation. Didn’t have to pee. Wasn’t thirsty. Blaine hadn’t woken him up for sex. Wait. Why hadn’t Blaine woken him up for sex? Kurt rolled over to make sure Blaine wasn’t sick or injured or - Blaine was gone. It was two in the morning and Blaine’s shift ended at eleven thirty. What the hell was going on?
That was when Kurt heard the clinking of dishes. He pulled on his bathrobe to cover his naked skin from the chill of winter - what? he’d been waiting for sleepy nighttime sex! - that the rumbling heater couldn’t quite beat and went to figure out why Blaine was still up. Kurt stepped into the kitchen and was immediately grateful for his robe. There was a half dressed man sitting on the counter, bleeding from the wound that Blaine was trying to stitch up. Unfortunately, this wasn’t too much of a surprise anymore.
"You’re here often enough that you should just pay rent," Kurt said tiredly. The mask over the man’s face twitched in the way that Kurt had come to realize was a smirk. He yawned and flapped his hand at the mutant - Kurt’s way of asking what sort of villain had injured him this time.
"Doc Oc added some spinning blades to his arsenal that I wasn’t prepared for."
"Did you bleed on my new carpet?"
"I am offended at the mere notion," Spider-Man replied indignantly, putting a mocking hand to his chest and then wincing when Blaine smacked him in the chest for moving
"Well then I’m glad you’re safe," Kurt said. He pulled a pizza out of the freezer and set the oven to pre-heating. What sort of host would he be if he didn’t feed injured super heroes when they showed up to exploit the goodness of Blaine’s heart? Granted, it was only ever the same stupid idiot who got himself hurt but those were semantics. Stupid idiot or not, Spider-Man was like a stray cat - you did not mean to leave food out for him more than just the once, but now it’s been a year and a half and you keep his favorite pizza in your kitchen. Or something like that.
They have seen his face - cannot check for concussions with a mask on. And Kurt had seen him on the subway or at the coffee shop or across campus. He knows Blaine had seen him, too. They tried not to talk about it, for posterities sake, but when you made awkward eye contact over the news stand with the mutant that had just been bleeding on your bathroom floor the night before, or saw him dripping mustard all down his shirt in the park - that’s the sort of crazy shit you had to laugh about over an entire bottle of wine.
Kurt grabbed two beers and a bottle of water out of the fridge as Blaine finished the neat row of stitches that will need to be taken out in an hour. Super healing, pretty handy. That is why he sticks around for a while after being patched up. Mostly. Doctors tend to ask questions when there is no record of a patient getting stitches and yet there they were, needing them taken out. Kurt liked to think that they have grown on Stan - the fake name they have taken to calling him so that they do not have to deal with real ones - the way he had grown on them. He had taken to showing up for minor things that would clear up on their own, officially so that he makes sure he has a clean bill of health, But Kurt noticed that Blaine always seemed to have some sort of game on the DVR that he could not possibly watch alone.
He did not want to think that they had been plotting those nights behind his back, but they totally were.