Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.
"So... boxing, huh?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. Blaine instantly went blushed, looked around Lima Bean, then leaned whispering. "First rule of fight club? We don't talk about it."
Kurt sighed while getting up and throwing out their coffee cups, and then headed outside in silence, no waiting to see if Blaine would follow. He did, of course. Kurt was the one to eventually break the silence.
"You're not going to tell me anything? At all?" Blaine considered this for a moment; he really wasn't supposed to tell anyone. But there wasn't a rule about showing people.
"No. I won't." Kurt huffed. "But, I will show you." A smile spread across Kurt's face.
"Really? But, I must warn you in advance, I'm completely and utterly un-coordinated." Blaine laughed lightly.
"That's fine, you honeslty don't need much coordination, as long as you can hit the punching bag, you're set."
THE NEXT DAY, KIND OF.
"Are you set?" They were in Blaine's basement, both boys and grey sweatpants and white muscle shirts with red boxing gloves on their hands. Kurt nodded.
"Alright, first we're going to get in position." Blaine put his hands on Kurt's hips and guided him towards the punching bag.
"There now, get in the stance." Blaine guided Kurt, showing him what to do, bouncing from one foot to the other, and sending numerous blows to the bag.
An hour later, both boys were sweaty and out of breath.
"Kurt, we should probably take a water break." He gave one more punch, then walked over to two stools and picked up his water bottle, chugging half of it down.
"I can see why you like boxing. It really is a great way to channel your energy, in a healthy manner of course." He said, wiping sweat of his brow.
"You're actually really good at it, a little more practice and I just might let you come to a club meeting."
Author's Notes:
FIGHT CLUB MAKES ME COMPLETE.