A/N: I’ve decided to switch up the POVs a little, so this chapter is from Kurt’s. Next part might take a while, but it’s coming!
Kurt wakes up to sunlight.
He tries to close his eyes more tightly, but the bright light of the sun follows him even behind his eyelids, red and warm and blinding, and god, did he really forget to pull the curtains over the windows in his rooms again?
He lets out an annoyed sigh and tries to pull the covers over his head, and it’s only when his hand meets the unfamiliar soft fabric of the blanket over him that he realizes he’s not in his own bed.
Then it all comes back in a rush, as if his mind is suddenly waking up for real – bright colors exploding around him, the feeling of falling for a long, long time until he hit the ground and found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. Huge buildings, blinding lights, people who refuse to help him and instead just walk on by, magic that doesn’t work, rain, rain, rain, and even more rain.
… And Blaine. The only one who helped him, who saved him from that wagon-like thing. The man who has such guarded eyes but such a kind look in them as well; who looks like he’s constantly holding something back but still makes Kurt feel like everything will be alright with just a small upward tilt of his mouth.
Every kid dreams of being a superhero, having powers, saving people — but no kid thinks about what it’s like when you’re a hero and you’re not saving people. Truth is, not much else changes. You still hurt, you still love… you still wish, and hope, and fear things… and you still need people to help you with all of it. In some ways, that’s the best part.
My name is Barry Allen and I’m the fastest man alive.