I don't think I've ever put a disclaimer before so I'm going to now. I don't own Glee, just like Blaine doesn't own Kurt. Yet.
Also, I don't know if you've noticed, but Blaine seems to have homicidal tendencies (or at least thoughts). I'm not gonna have him actually murdering someone though, so please don't let that keep you from reading :) Uhh, enjoy?
They didn't have to wait for too long. Shortly after they started talking the groups were announced and the crowd fell silent. Blaine leaned forward in his seat and tapped his foot, a nervous habit of his. Not even a minute later, the first squad entered the gym, students from a high school in Cleveland, and they were greeted with some light applause. Then their music started and they began with their routine, tumbling and building pyramids or whatever those figures were called. Blaine followed their movements like a hawk, trying to find any mistakes they made. He had to admit that they were good, but he also had to admit that he didn't really know what they were doing anyways. He'd never before watched a cheerleading anything, after all. But one thing he was sure of. His Kurt would be better.
Burt seemed to not really know what was going on either, but they both winced simultaneously when a girl fell. Though Blaine couldn't suppress the little smile breaking through. They weren't going to win this, that much was clear. He and Burt still clapped politely when they were done and then sat through another two mediocre routines before the McKinley High Cheerios were announced.
The crowd was in an uproar when the cheerleaders came in and got into position, him and Burt probably the loudest of all. But Blaine only had eyes for one. Kurt was stood front and center, smiling a brilliant smile that Blaine pretended was directed at him and then looked down shyly, a pretty blush spreading across his cheeks. And oh, Blaine would make him blush some more later on when he had him underneath him with his legs spread wide, his back arched and a desperate plea for Blaine to just fuck him on his lips. That was a very nice image indeed, but it was also distracting him from what was happening around him. A song he didn't recognize came one and he almost choked on nothing when Kurt jumped up and did a toe touch, yes, Blaine knew what that was, he'd been fantasizing about it, and then proceeded to tumble backwards until he was halfway across the... field?... where he tumbled right into the arms of two other guys waiting there for him, who then grabbed his thighs and calfs and lifted him up above their heads.
And how the fuck dare they?! Blaine was seething with rage, barely managing to stop himself from marching across the gym and demand that his boy be put down. It wasn't so much the fact that they got to touch Kurt's bare skin that upset him, they had to support his weight after all so he wouldn't fall and get hurt. A wise decision because Blaine would punch their teeth out and disfigure their whole face if something were to happen to his boyfriend. No, it was the fact that those fuckers were looking skywards, and Blaine knew that they were trying to catch a glimpse of Kurt's pretty pussy, only concealed by that sorry excuse for underwear he'd gotten to peak at when Kurt did his toe touch. But seeing that was a privilege reserved for him, no one else, and if they didn't put him down this instant.. well, they'd have to prepare themselves for an extended stay at the hospital. Or the city morgue.
Luckily for them, they let Kurt down, but not without a lingering touch to his upper thigh. Blaine gritted his teeth but decided they weren't worth his attention. He continued to follow Kurt's form with his eyes, watched him lift his leg in such impossibly painful looking ways that Blaine had trouble not averting his eyes. At least it was now girls lifting him and not those lewd things that felt they were entitled to call themselves humans, and Blaine calmed down slightly. At least they weren't a threat to his and Kurt's relationship.
Not even half a minute later, the remix came to an end and the cheerios finished their routine, breathing hard but with smiles on their faces so bright that they were rivaling the sun. They were met with deafening applause, half the crowd in attendance was on their feet clapping. As was Blaine. But he stood slightly hunched over, to anyone who might have been looking it would have seemed as if he had stomach cramps or something. In reality, he was trying to hide the massive erection obscenely tenting his pants. Very embarrassing. But it wasn't his fault that Kurt was just too damn hot, jumping around and showing of his pussy, only obscured by a thin layer of red fabric. But Kurt would help him get rid of his hard-on later and the humiliation he made Blaine go through would be forgotten. He just had to go find him.
And he was really excited. Now that he'd seen how flexible Kurt was, he couldn't wait until they were alone so he could bend Kurt in all kinds of intricate positions. Maybe he'd fold him in half so both his little holes would be exposed to him, tight and untouched yet begging for Blaine to push inside and pound him. He might have to make a trip down to the store to by a kamasutra book to get inspiration. There was so much they could try out together and Blaine was certain that once he got into it, Kurt would enjoy himself. And if he didn't... well, whatever. Blaine didn't consider that a possibility in the first place.
Just as he was sitting back down, trying to come down a little before he was going to make his way into the hall, he heard Burt yelling out something that made him stop short. But he must have misheard, there was no way in hell that he'd gotten that rig-
"That's my boy! See him, the one in the front? That's my kid!" It was like Blaine's heart stopped beating for a second as Burt shook his shoulder and tugged at him until he was standing again, proudly telling him, and everyone else who was listening, that the boy in the front was his son. Blaine wildly searched for another boy he could have possibly been talking about, but Burt was pointing right at him and Kurt waved enthusiastically when he heard his dad and spotted him in the audience.
And oh shit. Fuck a duck, he'd gotten hard in front of his boyfriend's (future-boyfriend's, he reminded himself) father.
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