Brittany took Finn's and Kurt's arms as they walked her home after the nursing home incident. She was chattering happily about the nice man who wanted her to give him a bath, but Kurt was still sulking a bit about getting a faceful of cat. He had smiled nicely at the lady who was staring intently at him, she had suddenly yelled that he looked too much like her ungrateful son Karl, and turned her cat into a Kurt-seeking missile. What stung even more was that the cat, after landing, turned around and hissed at him like it was his fault.

Despite the drama he'd caused about getting cat hair all over, he had to admit that he'd escaped with less damage than Puck. Puck had been crooning Sinatra classics and giving the ladies in the front row the full Puckerman treatment, which had been just fine until a man came up behind him and hit him over the head with a vase, crowing, "That will show you to try to make out with my girlfriend."

"What's that?" Finn was convinced that he heard somebody following them.

"Oh, that's just Lord Tubbington. It's his time of the month, you know."

Finn exchanged glances with Kurt, but didn't say anything.

They were saying goodnight to her at the door when the rustling in the bushes got louder. Finn yelled as the bushes parted to reveal a heavy-set man in a suit, smoking a cigar and holding a pink book under one arm. He rushed with surprising speed to Kurt, took one long whiff, wrinkled his nose, went on to Finn, sniffed him, grabbed his arm, and bit down. Finn yelled again in shock and Kurt started to chase him, "Hey! You don't get to bite my brother!"

Fin was still blinking when he came back a few minutes later. "For a fat guy, he moved pretty quickly. Are you okay, Finn?"

"Yeah, it just barely broke the skin, but..." Finn looked at the bite. There were just four tiny pinpricks, not even normal teeth marks.

"Do we need to get you a rabies shot or something? He wasn't foaming at the mouth or anything, but..."

Brittany shook her head. "Oh, no, he's had his rabies vaccination. Poor Lord Tubbington, he must have wanted somebody new to play with."

"Brit, Lord Tubbington is your cat, right?"

She nodded. "He's on Atkins now." She paused, concerned. "Finn's not made of carbohydrates, is he?"

"No, sweetie," Kurt reassured her, figuring that was the easiest way not to get into a discussion with Brittany about the difference between cats and people.

At home, after Kurt had insisted on cleaning and disinfecting the bite and Finn had insisted on the Spiderman bandages, Kurt settled in his room with the latest issue of Vogue and Finn started another round of Call of Duty. He burst into Kurt's room an hour later.

"Dude! I just set all kinds of new personal bests, it's like the Spiderman bandages gave me extra spider senses or something. Do you think they did?"

Kurt sat up. "Finn, if they did, then we'd have small children—and a few slightly larger ones—all over the country swinging from webs and fighting crime."

"Well, let's check the news, maybe there are, all of a sudden, it's like the powers activated."

Kurt opened his laptop and went to Google News. "No, nothing here."

"Type in 'spider powers,' maybe it's not on the front page yet."

Kurt did so, "Sorry, Finn, still nothing. Maybe it's just coincidence." Finn looked crestfallen for a moment, and then noticed a scarf that was hanging from the top of Kurt's dresser. He lay down on the floor and played with the tassels, while Kurt watched in amused alarm, or possibly alarmed amusement.

"Hey, that's fun, now I get why you like scarves so much."

"Yes, Finn, I'm sure you do." Just as Kurt was about to pick up his magazine again, Finn got up and jumped over to the bed.

"Kurt, would you brush my hair?"

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