Two chapters in one day, I'm really inspired... and procrastinating from doing my homework. This one wasn't really mentioned on the main story, the ice cream cone, but it's my head!cannon for Kurt and Blaine at McKinely.

I think this came to me mostly after I saw a lot of the nerd!Blaine and Cheerio!Kurt on tumblr, but I always would have liked Blaine to join the football team. This takes place during their senior year, they are both seniors (I know in cannon Blaine's younger, but here they are the same age). Kurt and Blaine are part of the popular crowd, and aren't bullied much but they will always have time for their glee friends.

They have been together for two years and have been best friends for fourteen years.

The locker room was filled with sweaty teenage boys, jostling each other, teasing a shorter, curly haired boy who was glaring at them with narrowed hazel eyes. It wasn't meant to be taken seriously, his glare; actually it was a very common occurrence to find this happening in the locker room after football practise.

As Blaine changed into his letterman jacket and normal school clothes complete with bowtie, he ignored the comment Karofsky made about him being whipped by his boyfriend. Rolling his eyes Blaine scoffed, "You're just jealous that that hook up you had last week didn't work out Dave. Don't forget glee today, Finn."

Being the first ready, he exited the locker room, missing the tall boy's sheepish look to say that he had in fact forgotten about glee this afternoon.

Blaine found Kurt, leaning against their lockers, which happened to be placed side by side, flicking through a French assignment he was going to turn in. Blaine gave the elfin boy a kiss on the cheek and ignored new freshman's look of disgust.

Most of the school, having grown up with them, was accustomed to the pair. They were a little freaked out during middle school, but slowly came to accept the boys, with many of them considering them to be friends. At school people went so far that considering them a single person was completely normal. Students did it and the teachers did it, it didn't even matter that their names were nowhere near each other.

"Hello there, Mr Class president, co-captain of the cheerios, how were your classes?" Blaine gave Kurt a quizzical look, smiling charmingly.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Boring, I swear, the English classes are getting more and more pathetic. I mean, I think I saw Harrison actually chewing on his copy of Hamlet. Who does that?"

Blaine slung an arm around Kurt's shoulder, chuckling at the boy's face, steering him away from the hallway and into the crowded cafeteria. They were the ideal high school clique. The jock footballer and the cheerleader. When they entered high school, not in a million years would they have believed that this would be what they would become. They figured that over the summer between middle school and freshman year many teenagers would realise what it really meant to be gay and put them through the worst few years of their lives... that never happened.

With trays in hand they made their way to the jock/cheerio table, Blaine pulling out Kurt's chair to wolf whistles from their fellow seniors. Lapsing into friendly conversation with Finn, Puck Azimio, Karofsky and several other jocks about an upcoming gaming afternoon hosted at the Hudson-Hummel household. Finn was trying to remember everything he needed to get, as Kurt gently used in human patience to help him.

Without tearing his gaze from his step brother, Kurt swatted away Blaine's hand, unfazed; the boy was trying to steal fries off of his plate, having devoured his own in record timing. Blaine, Kurt decided, was some kind of human garbage disposal. He slumped back against his chair with a pout, picking up a sandwich.

As lunch progressed everything seemed to be going as normal. Blaine was telling Kurt that Taylor and her new fiancée, Ethan, were coming to visit for the weekend, in between kisses and playful gagging noises from their friends. The newest freshman, who were talented enough to make in onto various sporting teams, found seats amongst the older students.

One, a sour faced red head on the hockey team, snorted when he saw the pair, who were basically sitting in each other's laps. "Who let the fags onto the table?" He said, as other freshmen nodded in agreement. Disgusted by the display at homosexuality. "They could be spreading their disease."

Puck was the first out of his seat, towering over the new meat, literally snarling. He had the majority of the football team and many of the cheerleaders lead by the unholy trinity themselves. "Look here, ya little punks. We don't want to hear you talkin' smack about our home boys over there, you hear me?"

The entire cafeteria was quiet as they looked on in awe as the football team protected one of the two gay couple in the school, Brittney and Santana being the other. Many of the freshmen were shaking, slinking away and terrified. The one who made the comments gaze flicked between the boys in front of him and the couple, staring back at him with frowns on their faces. "So, they got to you too, it's a shame when the most popular people in the school turn out to be a bunch of queers."

There was a collective gasp as Puck lifted the kid up, nodded to his football teammates and hauled him out of the cafeteria. Kurt's common lectures about violence spared the kid from a beat down, but maybe they would have to put him in the dumpster to think.

Blaine turned to Kurt, "Are you okay?"

The boy nodded and smiled, "It's always going to happen. We can't fool ourselves into thinking it won't. The only reason it's okay here is because they grew up around us. This generation, here at McKinley was a fluke, we all know that."

"They should learn. This wasn't a choice."

"I know, I know. But when we get to New York we'll have the rest of our lives to feel more accepted."

The pair, affectionately known as Klaine by their peers, stood, slightly flushed and left the cafeteria. Nobody followed them. Santana, however, was held back from doing so by Brittney.

They entered the choir room, holding hands and sitting at the piano bench, Blaine kissing Kurt's jaw line. "Play for me," he whispered in Kurt's ear. "I know they got to you out there, you may not show it to the others but I can see right through you, remember. It will make you feel better, lose yourself in music because that's the next best thing and I don't have any ice cream with me." A pause. "I finally found you / my missing puzzle piece / I'm complete." He sang softly in his smooth tenor. "Never forget that."

Kurt's head snapped around so quickly and captured Blaine's lips in a passionate kiss, cupping the side of his face with a hand. "I love you, so much..." He breathed heavily.

Blaine grinned and pointed the boy back to the piano, watching as he first smoothed down the hem of his Cheerio uniform and prepping his fingers, before a familiar melody filled the air. And he began to play...

"Yeah, I'll..."