He's Cheer Captain, I'm on the Bleachers

A/N: This is an A/U. Sophomore Blaine Anderson transfers to WMHS and decides to try out for the cheer squad where he meets the very attractive senior Co-Captain Kurt Hummel. Can they keep their mutual attraction contained enough to win another national championship?

Warnings: It's rated M for adult language and sexual situations. If either of these things will make you uncomfortable, then it is best you find another story to read.

Disclaimer:I do not own Glee or its characters. I have invited some of the boys to play and will do my best to return them unharmed.

Interested in becoming part of the most successful team on the William McKinley High School Campus? Enjoy performing, dancing and gymnastics? Would you like the opportunity to travel to New York and Florida? The Cheerios might be the place for you.

The Cheerios are always on the look out for talent, enthusiasm and dedication. Our competitive season begins in August with conditioning camp. Auditions for new members are held on the last two days of camp. New members will be notified the first day of classes.

All returning and prospective members are expected to attend conditioning camp the first two weeks of August. Attendance is mandatory. We will begin promptly at 8:30am and end at 3:00pm. All prospective members are required to wear a white t-shirt, black shorts, and flat soled cheer shoes. Bring water. Lots of water. See you there!

Blaine Anderson, sophomore transfer to William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio walked into the large gym on the first Monday in August not really knowing what to expect. Loud music was blaring from speakers. Fifty or sixty kids inside – mostly girls, but a few boys like him, were all engaged in some sort of activity. Some were already stretching on pads on the wood floor. Some were standing, arms flailing about in intricate patterns as they mouthed the words to what Blaine expected to be actual cheers. Everyone seemed to be wearing white, black or red.

A tall, slender young man brushed past him from behind, mumbling something Blaine couldn't quite make out. Taking a chance, Blaine reached out to tap him on the shoulder. He certainly wasn't prepared for the sight that met his eyes. The guy was indescribably gorgeous. Without conscious thought, Blaine's eyes dropped to take in his athletic form, fitted red shorts, and black t-shirt that hugged his chest in the best way. Finally he glanced back up at the boy's face, noting the raised eyebrows and look of amusement.

"Did you enjoy the tour?" he asked with a smirk.

Mouth dry, Blaine had to swallow hard before he could answer. "Um, I'm sorry. What?"

The other boy rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Was there something you wanted, besides feeling me up with your eyes?" he asked pointedly. "I do have other things to do today."

Blaine shook his head to clear it. "I'm new here." Undeterred by the other boy's laughter, Blaine pressed on. "I'm not exactly sure what to do."

"Come on, new kid." The boy reached out and tugged on Blaine's messenger bag strap, draped across his chest. "Follow me."

Blaine followed, amazed that the other kids all seemed to move out of the way without being asked or told. When they reached the far side of the gym, the other boy turned to him and gestured towards the bleachers.

"Pull out your water and leave it on the lowest bleacher. Drop your stuff somewhere up in the stands. No one is going to touch it. Then you can come find me out on the mats. You need to stretch. Trust me. I'm Kurt, by the way."

Blaine quickly did what he'd been instructed, then made his way over to where Kurt was laid out in a straddle stretch, chest flat on the black mat. Dropping down, Blaine spread his legs as far as was comfortable and began to lean forward, breathing slowly as he deepened each stretch, concentrating on not bouncing.

"Thank you," he called out towards Kurt.

Kurt pushed himself off of the floor far enough to place his chin on his elbows and stare at the new kid. "I'm sorry? Did you say something?"

Blaine admired his blue-green eyes. "Thanks. For your help. I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Turning around to stretch out his back, Blaine's curiosity grew. "Kurt, is there some hidden meaning to the colored shirts?" he asked.

Kurt sat up, bringing his legs in, pressing the soles of his feet together, and drawing them in as close to his crotch as he could. "Yeah. You're new to McKinley, aren't you?" Gracefully, he began to stretch the muscles in his arms, studying Blaine closely.

"That's kinda what I meant when I said I was new." Blaine smiled shyly before sitting up to copy Kurt's moves, albeit without as much grace.

Shrugging, Kurt explained, "I assumed you meant you were new to the Cheerios. Sorry. Yes, the shirts have meaning. All of you wearing white t-shirts are newbies. Never made the Cheerios before. The red shirts represent the junior varsity cheer squad. Black shirts are varsity."

"Oh. So you're on varsity. Which would make you…" Blaine paused expectantly.

Kurt chuckled, "A senior. Yeah, I've been on varsity for four years, and before you ask, yes, that is unusual. But then again, I've never been your typical anything," he observed unapologetically. He admired the slight flush that spread across the younger boy's neck as Kurt held his gaze. The kid was young, for sure, but 100% eye candy.

Finished with his series of stretches, Kurt sat cross-legged in front of Blaine. "The JV squad cheers at the JV games – football and basketball – so typically it's made up of freshmen and sophomores; Varsity does the same only at the Varsity games – so usually it's the juniors and seniors. But the Cheerios are much more than that. We combine the best 26 cheerleaders from both squads, to form our competition squad. The Cheerios have won six national championships in the past seven years. We're a serious competitive squad – Orlando. ESPN. The real deal." Kurt's eyes darkened as he spoke passionately about his team.

Reaching forward, Kurt brushed a stray curl behind Blaine's ear as an excuse just to touch it. It was as soft as Kurt had imagined. "So, new to McKinley kid. Here's the deal. If cheering "rah rah siss boom bah" is your thing, then you're in the wrong place. And don't feel bad. You can leave before conditioning starts. No one will say much."

Blaine wrapped his arms around his knees, holding Kurt's gaze. "No. No. I'm really excited to be here. I mean, maybe I'll be the biggest flop in the history of the Cheerios, but we miss 100% of the opportunities we refuse to take. I'm not going to walk out before I've even given it a shot." Blaine dropped his gaze, before peering back up at Kurt through his eyelashes. "Any advice you wouldn't mind sharing."

Kurt smirked. It was too easy, and he wasn't able to help himself. "Stand up," he commanded. Once the new kid had done that, Kurt held out a finger, making small circles with it "Turn around…slowly."

The new kid was shorter than the guys Kurt would normally find attractive, but his amazing golden eyes and firm ass more than made up for it. Besides, given his age, the kid probably still had a few more growth spurts in him.

After Blaine had sat down again, Kurt gave him his honest opinion. "You're going to need to lift weights – bulk up your arm strength, to lift the flyers. 'Cause if you end up making the team, that's what you'll be doing as a guy. The heavy lifting."

"Hey!" A blonde girl wearing a red t-shirt who had been stretching nearby reached over to smack Kurt on the arm.

Rubbing his arm, Kurt glared at the girl. "Shut it, Fabray." He looked back at Blaine and winked. "You need to be prepared to work your ass off. Adorable as it may be," he added flirtatiously noted how Blaine turned a darker red at his directeness.

"Kurt!" the girl looked read to smack Kurt again.

Kurt's grin grew knowing how irritated Quinn was becoming at his flirtation with Blaine. She didn't care that Kurt was gay, but as president of the school's celibacy club, she was always uncomfortable with anything remotely sexual. Holding out his hand in the universal sign to stop, Kurt spoke to her.

"For the record, Fabray, I checked the student handbook. For it to be considered harassment, it needs to be unwelcome and unwanted. And the hobbit here may not welcome my flirtatious advances, but given the way his pupils have blown with desire, he certainly wants them."

Blaine swallowed hard, before flicking his tongue out to wet his very dry lips. Arousal burst through him when he realized Kurt's eyes had followed the movements. What the hell was happening here?

A piercing whistle sounded, and the entire gym went silent. An extremely tall woman dressed in a blue track suit stood in the entrance to the gym. Raising a mega-phone to her lips, she yelled out, "Lopez! Hummel! Fabray! Front and center."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's knee when he stood and offered him one more wink before moving to stand by the cheerleading coach. Blaine felt his stomach sink.

"All right you pathetic sacks of lard, welcome to Hell Week. The Navy SEALs are scared to attend my conditioning camp, ladies. You want the uniform? You're going to have to prove you deserve it." She gestured to the three students standing next to her. "Kurt Hummel and Santana Lopez are co-captains of the varsity squad. Quinn Fabray is captain of our junior varsity squad."

She continued saying things, but Blaine tuned her out. He'd just been flirting with the captain of the cheerleading squad. Kurt Hummel. Captain.

Fuck.

This was either going to be very, very good – or very, very bad.

End Note: I sat down last night to type in the next chapter of my other story. Instead of chapter eight of Shove Me in to Shallow Waters, my muse took over and gave me ten pages of Cheerio Kurt and Cheerio Blaine. Sigh. I'm not complaining. They're hot. Since honesty is the best policy, I will state for the record that I don't know how quickly I will be able to update between now and the beginning of June, but I will update as time allows. Thank you for reading!