Soon enough, FLT 398 and 399 were up for their initial physical training appraisal.
Kurt and Sebastian were partners in this. Their duties to each other was to count how many sit up and pushups they can do in the time allotted: one minute.
"Position of exercise ready," the MTI on the bullhorn called.
The boys raised. Kurt was the first to do his out of the pair.
"You can do this," Sebastian said.
"Thanks, Smythe," Kurt said.
"PUSH!" The MTI commenced.
Sebastian counted as Kurt took off, amazed. Kurt looked so delicate and soft, he didn't expect for him to be this fit, but with a body like Kurt's he supposed he had to work hard for it.
"Push it out. It doesn't hurt, it's just a trick. You're doing great," Sebastian coached.
"TIME!" the MTI called.
"How many?" Kurt asked, a little out of breath.
"55. Bet I can beat it," Sebastian smirked.
"You can try," Kurt challenged with a raised eyebrow.
"SWITCH!" the MTI called.
Sebastian got in the front leaning rest position, ready to impress Kurt.
"Position of exercise ready," the MTI called.
The boys raised.
"PUSH!"
Kurt counted as he watched Sebastian effortlessly push himself up and down like it was nothing.
"Breathe, you'll go faster," Kurt said.
Sebastian took his advice and kept pushing.
"TIME!" the MTI called.
"How many?" Sebastian asked.
"58," Kurt said.
"Sebastian smirked while Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and went to tell their MTI the scores as he came by.
"Good job you two. Keep it up," SSgt Miguel said as he passed.
Kurt and Sebastian looked at each other, smiles determined with a head nod.
Kurt got into the sit-up down position and put his hands across his chest like a mummy.
"Position of exercise ready!" the MTI called.
"Readup!" the flights called back.
"BEGIN!"
Kurt took off, as if gravity didn't exist, at the speed of light. Sebastian almost lost count with him.
"TIME!" the MTI called.
"How'd I do?" Kurt asked out of breath.
"76," Sebastian said.
"Good luck," Kurt winked.
"Puh-lease," Sebastian said ling down.
Sebastian got down, ready to knock out the challenge.
"Position of exercise ready!" the MTI called.
"Readup!"
"BEGIN!"
Sebastian went through them effortlessly, but slowed down bit by bit.
"Breath, Smythe. Breathe through it. Push," Kurt coached.
"TIME!" the MTI called.
"How bad?" Sebastian asked.
"69," Kurt answered.
Sebastian chuckled out of breath.
"Worth it," Sebastian said.
They gave their scores to the MTI. They were slightly confused at the look SSgt Miguel gave them before leaving. It looked like he was thinking of something.
"You have sixty seconds to hydrate and do whatever little stretch you have to do before the run starting now," TSgt Mason yelled.
Kurt took a small swig form his canteen before stretching a little on the track.
"Ready to eat my dust, Hummel?" Sebastian asked.
"Tch. Open wide, Smythe because you're going to get a mouthful," Kurt smirked.
The rules of the run were explained to the trainees as they prepared for the run.
"Ready… GO!" the MTI said before the boys took off.
Kurt could honestly run for days. He just hums a tune to himself, and goes on, but today, his head was in the game. He wasn't merely trying to get a good score on his first try. He was trying to out run the boy next to him.
"FOUR SIR," Kurt and Sebastian yelled as they passed the clock that was on six minutes, forty-two seconds.
"Getting tired, Hummel?" Sebastian asked.
"Not a chance," Kurt smirked.
They sprinted the last two laps with an end game of ten minutes, two seconds for their mile and a half run, also being the first two to finish.
"Good job. Back to your gear. Hydrate," SSgt Miguel said.
"Proceeding, sir," they said.
Something on the track caught Kurt's eye. He noticed some of the boys finishing, going to puke in the ditch on the side of the track, but there were some that were struggling.
"Smythe, come with me," Kurt said.
Without further question, Sebastian followed Kurt to SSgt Gimahara.
"Ma'am, Trainee Hummel reports as ordered. There are some of our fellow brothers on the track struggling, permission to run with them for motivational purposes," Kurt said, showing no fear to the small Japanese lady.
"You and Smythe have our permission. SSgt Miguel and I will be speaking to the both of you after everyone's dressed," SSgt Gimahara said.
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am. Proceeding, ma'am," Kurt said, "Let's go, Smythe."
Kurt and Sebastian ran back on the track to run with the slower trainees that were struggling. They called cadences to help them not think about running and just doing it.
"Those your trainees, team chief?" Master Sergeant Bates asked watching Kurt and Sebastian coach the other trainees.
"Yes, sir," SSgt Gimahara said with a triumphant smile, "That's my chow runner and guidon bearer."
"You always did get the good ones," MSgt Bates commented.
X_x
After the boys showered, they were called to the dayroom. They backed in there like little sardines.
"Female instructor approaching," Chang said.
"Ma'am, FLT 399, reports as ordered," the flight called.
"Sit," she commanded.
"Proceeding, ma'am," they said sitting together.
"Okay, pt appraisals were this morning, and I got your scores back. Actually if you look on the board behind me, you can see your scores. We only had five A classes in here: Trainee Hummel, Trainee Smith, Trainee Duval, Trainee Sterling, and Trainee Evans. The rest of you suck. By the time this is all over, not one of you will be lower than an A, do you understand me?" SSgt Gimahara glared.
"Yes, ma'am," they roared.
"Good. In addition to that, Trainee Hummel and Trainee Smith are now our PT monitors. They will help me in whipping you dough boys into shape," SSgt Gimahara said, "Their runtime was only ten minutes, if any of you were wondering."
Everyone looked at the two of them. Sebastian sat there cool as a cucumber while Kurt blushed like a tomato.
"Can I trust you two with that?" SSgt Gimahara asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Sebastian and Kurt answered in a determined matter.
"These two also went back on the track to aide some of you and your brother flight. I want you who were aided to thank these two sometime today," SSgt Gimahara said.
"Ma'am, Trainee Smythe reports as ordered. Does that make us pace runners at PT?" Sebastian asked.
"No, but how do you say your name?" SSgt Gimahara asked.
"S-MY-the, ma'am," Sebastian said.
"Okay, gotcha," she said.
"Every time," Sebastian said under his breath.
"Well do you blame them? Have you seen your name? Misleading. In fact, I'm just gonna call you guide," SSgt Gimahara said.
"That sounds a lot better, ma'am," Sebastian said.
X_x
It was ten minutes until taps was going to play. Kurt stood in the middle of one bay and Sebastian in the other.
"WALL LOCKER!" they called.
The flight scattered to the space between each bed to stand in front of their wall lockers.
"Five minute burn out. Starting with side straddle hops. GO!" Kurt and Sebastian announced together, rehearsing a script during details.
Everyone started doing their jumping jacks while Kurt and Sebastian watch, performing the exercises as well.
"Squat thrusts, go!" they called.
Everyone went to do squat thrusts.
"Remember pain is nothing. That's just you growing. Embrace the hell out of it. Push!" Sebastian called.
Everyone started doing pushups.
"Breathe to keep a steady pace if you don't like the pain, but control your breathing. It will all pay off, believe me. Flutter kicks go!" Kurt called.
They all started kicking.
"And remember, we're all in this together," Kurt announced.
"We all want to see each other and ourselves get out of here a better person," Sebastian called.
"Crunches Go!" they yelled together.
Everyone started doing crunches until Sebastian and Kurt called time.
"Hydrate," they called.
Everyone went to their web belts and took a swig of their water.
"Good job. We'll do this once a night, and on our free time, Hummel and I will teach you different techniques and exercises to do on your free time that will get us the best PT scores out there. HOOAH?" Sebastian motivates.
"HOOAH!" Everyone chanted.
"Awesome, and if there are any questions you guys have, come ask me or Smythe," Kurt said.
When he finished, taps started to play. The dorm chief called the dormitory to attention as the bugle played the song over the intercom, making them remember the airmen and militants that had come before them, alive, or fallen.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, ma'am," the dorm said before the entry controllers turned the lights out and turned their lights on.
The trainees went to bed, but row by row were waken up, taken to the bathroom by the entry controllers and was briefed on what to do on entry control.
Kurt and Sebastian's element was the first one down.
"So, any questions about anything having to do with EC or basic?" the first entry controller asked ad the second one was checking his weapon.
"How was warrior week?" one trainee asked.
"We haven't been yet, but we do know that the goal there is to get beast excellence. That's like honour grad flights of BEAST week," the second EC said after he put his weapon back together.
"What foods do you recommend eating for high performance?" Duvall asked.
"Everything on the line at chow is pretty much it, but I wouldn't eat the burgers, and the grilled cheese isn't as good as everyone says it is, but I still like the food here," the first EC said while the second one nodded in agreement.
"Oh and whatever you eat, for the love of Christ, eat a banana," the second EC stressed.
"Why?" Sterling asked.
"It reduces cramps," Kurt and Sebastian said at the same time.
"Exactly," EC one said. He looked at Sebastian, "You're the guide, aren't you?"
"What gave it away?" Sebastian smirked.
"You have the arms for it," the EC shrugged.
"Thanks," Sebastian said.
"He's our guide," the other EC said pointing to the second one.
"Yeah, I saw you at practice," Sebastian said.
"Tis me," the EC smiled.
"Well, let's get you guys back to bed. Go on," the EC said.
The trainees went back to bed, heads filled with knowledge and plotting techniques on surviving the rest of basic.
"Hey, Hummel," Sebastian said.
Kurt gasped and turned around, not realizing he sleeps next to Sebastian. This entire week was full of hell, he hadn't noticed his neighbors.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked.
"Where are you from?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt was thrown off by the random question.
"Ohio. You?" Kurt asked.
"France," Sebastian asked.
"You're shitting me, right?" Kurt said sitting up.
"Nope," Sebastian smirked.
'Of course he's European, look how hot he is,' Kurt's thoughts said before Kurt mentally scolded himself for looking at Sebastian and regretted it.
It was the summer months, and they were allowed to sleep shirtless, a benefit Sebastian used.
'Bad Kurt, you have a boyfriend,' Kurt thought.
"Hey, Hummel, I have a question," a boy with bright blonde hair said coming up to Kurt.
"Yes, Sterling?" Kurt asked.
Out of nowhere, Sterling took one leg and rested it up against the wall with one foot on the ground in a standing split.
"Are you gay," Sterling asked.
"Um… yes, but… what?" Kurt asked, confused by the motion.
"Oh okay," Jeff said moving to the next bed and doing the same thing.
"Yes, yes I am," Sebastian said.
"Oh, okay," Jeff said. He went down the line doing the same process.
"W-what was that?" Kurt asked.
"Let's just go to sleep, night Hummel," Sebastian said.
"Night, Smythe," Kurt yawned.
"GO TO BED, STERLING!" someone shouted down the line.
(a/n):
Hi there, so this is the second chapter to this story, and I already have this mapped out in my head, save for an ending, but I'll get there eventually.
Now, jeff is modeled after a girl in my flight who did the exact same thing, and before I was confused, now I think it's hilarious considering her job. But anyways, the sun went down, and I need to take my pretty little butt to sleep.
Nighty night
-this gal