plan on telling Blaine what he knows that night but one thing leads to another,
and Kurt’s secret about Blaine’s secret is
out. Blaine just can’t lie to save a life, though Kurt has got to hand it to
his husband – he saves lives like no other.
kept his mouth shut so far, figured Blaine would come to him eventually, but
now that he’s caught him red-handed – well, black-handed, technically, since
the color scheme of Blaine’s suit is blue and black – he just can’t go on
pretending that he buys Blaine’s lies about studying late at the library night after night.
are you doing there?” Kurt asks, sleepily yet horrified, as he walks
into the bathroom and watches Blaine pull off his cape and cram it into the
Blaine flinches, turning around with an end of the cape still in his hand. “I-
I… um, I was trying on a costume for…” He looks lost for a second, and his eyes
light up when he finally thinks of something. “Halloween! Um, yeah, for
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We can finally share the stories we wrote for the latest Klaine book. My art partner was unfortunateplottwist, who I was so lucky to work with! She’s one of my favorite artists in the fandom. Our trope was superhero!Blaine.
opened his eyes and took three deep breaths to keep from panicking.
It had happened
in a matter of seconds: one moment he was trying to stay awake as he rode the
late night train from the library to his apartment after working on a very long
essay, and the next was filled with screeching sounds as the train crashed
against something, derailing and tilting dangerously to the side. Now, it was
dark. Kurt searched in his bag for his bottle of water, giving it to an old
man, who seemed in shock. He was about to reach for his phone to call for help
when he heard a loud bang, and one of the doors shattered, falling to the
subway’s floor like it was made of tinfoil. A girl choked on a little scream
and stepped away, holding onto one of the poles for dear life.
PG-13 | Humor | Romance | College AU | Superhero AU
Summary: Blaine, the reluctant superhero amateur with the lamest backstory ever.
Kurt, the apparent snob with an impatient attitude and an aversion to
expressing gratitude. They hate one another, but the universe has other
plans if the way they keep running into each other is anything to go by.
Beta’ed and rescued by @notthetoothfairy, without whose enthusiasm this might have gotten deleted a while ago. Thank you for everything! she’s made this story a thousand times better!
And thanks to everyone sharing and loving this! it means the world to me!
Part Five: The End of the Pride
and the Prejudice, and the Start of the Superheroes
If you ever ask Blaine Anderson how he managed to break into a
hostage situation, undetected by both cops and robbers, make his way through
the building into the hot zone, fake himself as one of the hostages, find the perfect
moments to get the guns to scorch without the risk of making them accidentally
press the trigger and killing someone, and get their clothes equally scorching
without actually catching on fire, to the point of them writhing on the floor
completely neutralized but without being a danger or fire hazard to anyone
else, get everybody out safely, and make sure none of this could be traced back
to the almost normal looking boy in a sweater and jeans in the corner of the
room that the security cameras probably caught on tape – all the while sporting
a painfully broken arm, a roughed up face, and bloody palms and knees -… if you
ever ask Blaine how he managed all that? He will tell you he has absolutely no
idea, but that he’s damn glad he did.
I made it a prompt anyway because I could not help myself
“This place is a breeding ground for MRSA,” Kurt says, watching with a shudder as Libby presses her face to the side of the bounce house she’s currently shrieking and jumping in. “Remind me to hose her down with antibacterial gel before we leave.”
Blaine nods, though he less worried about Libby right now, she’s brassy and tough and is rarely slowed down by illness or injury or—anything, really. She runs by the picnic bench they’re seated backwards on, her dark curls flying behind her, and shouts above the chaotic din of the indoor play area, “Daddies watch! Daddies did you see? Daddies watch me watch look look!”
“We see you, honey,” Kurt says.
“Great job,” Blaine adds, when she does a sort of sideways half flip into a different bounce house.
No, Libby is fine. It’s Devon he’s concerned about.
Who cares that you get home safe? Who knows you can’t be replaced? Who thinks that you’re one of a kind? …oooh, somebody loves you…
(An anon who apparently knows the shortcut to my heart prompted: “something where Blaine is an actual superhero named Nightbird and he goes missing for a few days/gets hurt/both and his boyfriend husband Kurt’s all worried”)
There was a time when Blaine’s tardiness annoyed Kurt to no end, back before they broke up, worked on themselves, got married, and moved into their one-bedroom
apartment in New York. Before Blaine discovered his latent superpowers
and decided to use his strength, flight, and enhanced vision for the
good of the people, no matter the potential cost to himself.
Nightbird was born and became the hero Blaine always wanted to be. (Or,
the hero Blaine had always been, Kurt thinks, just in armor and a cape,
even if Blaine couldn’t see it.)
So, Kurt used to get annoyed,
but now, he just worries, because Blaine coming home late is better than
Blaine not coming home at all.
The problem is… the dinner Blaine is late for was two days ago.
AU where Sebastian Smythe is a superhero, and Marley Rose is a superhero, and Blaine Anderson performs on Broadway in drag, and Rachel Berry has a neckbrace, and THEY ALL EXIST IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AT THE SAME TIME
Heartfelt - When the Andersons move in across the street, seven year-old Kurt is worried at the realization that they have a boy his age (but one grade level below him). However, his worries are for naught, and in a big way.
Kurt sighs, turning a small teacup over in his hands as he wonders when his dad will be back from the garage, and when his mom will wake up from her nap. She takes a lot of naps lately; Dad says it’s just because she’s really tired, but she didn’t used to nap so much. Anyway, now he’s alone in their front yard, a tea party all set up for two.
He’s thinking about putting everything away - as imaginative as he can be, a tea party just isn’t the same without another person there - when he hears a cheery, unfamiliar voice.