AN: Haha! I'm not grounded anymore! So I'll be updating regularly again! Wooot! :D Sorry my chapters aren't any longer, but that's just the way I write I guess.
Disclaimer: I own Glee about as much as I own a five-speed llama.
If I had a five-speed llama, I wouldn't be here right now.
Awkward was a wonderful feeling compared to Kurt felt at that moment. The slim boy was wearing some of the old clothes he'd worn for football practices the previous year, and was standing in the middle of the spacious basketball court at Dalton Academy. Blaine was there with him, holding back his laughter while his boyfriend awkwardly threw the ball at the ground, jumping back in surprise as it shot back up at his face.
"Here," Blaine smiled, scooping up the basketball from where it was bouncing away from the pair. He then proceeded to show the younger Warbler how to properly dribble the ball. "Spread your fingers like this," he demonstrated, "and just keep them curved. The senior dribbled the sphere a few times before holding it out to Kurt. The latter took the ball with a glare to it, and attempted to mimic Blaine's actions.
"Like this?" he asked, eyeing it as it bounced between his fingers and the court floor.
"Yes. Exactly," Blaine said in awe. "Are you sure you've never played before?"
"Pretty darn," he said, catching the basketball as it bounced back up towards him. "Now what?"
"Come over here," Blaine said, dragging Kurt over towards a hoop. "Now, you're going to stand here," he took his place on unidentifiable little box painted on the court floor, close to the hoop. "Put your right hand under the ball like this, and use your left as a guide." The soloist got into the basic shooting position. "Then aim for the corner of the little box, bend your knees, and shoot."
Blaine shot the ball into the hoop, then jogged over to it, grabbed it and tossed it back to the skeptical boy, who caught it and moved to stand where the other had been moments before. Kurt pulled the ball up the way he'd been shown, and shot Blaine a questioning look.
"Close," his boyfriend said, taking Kurt's elbow and moving it up. "Your arm needs to be at a ninety degree angle." Kurt complied. "And spread your legs a little more," the senior nudged his boyfriends knees apart, causing that boyfriend's mind to get a little foggy and heat to rise to his face.
"Alright, go for it," Blaine said, taking a step back.
Kurt shook his head a little to clear it, then took aim, bent his knees, and shot.
"Yes!" the other boy exclaimed as the basketball went into the net with ease.
The rest of the afternoon continued like that. Kurt was a natural. Only stumbling during the most difficult of things. He even got the Spider trick down on his third try. It was when Blaine was showing the smaller boy how to get around a defender that things got…interesting.
Kurt had his back pressed against Blaine's, facing away from the net, and trying to push the other backwards while dribbling the basketball.
"Nope," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hips to stop him. The latter quickly caught the ball and turned around. "The last thing you want to do is turn your back to the basket," the older boy continued, but Kurt wasn't paying attention.
Blaine's face was right there. He could see all of the little flecks of gold in the seas of green that were his eyes. His hair was just a little damp from running around all afternoon, and his hands were strong and firm, still placed on his hips. Kurt tossed the ball over his shoulder before wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and crashing their lips together.
The older Warbler was a little surprised, but he definitely wasn't complaining. He pulled the smaller boy against him by his hips and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
"Whoa! No PDA on the court!"
The pair jumped apart at the exclamation, turning their heads toward the entrance where Wes and David stood, smirks plastered on their faces.
"How do you guys always know the worst time to appear?" Blaine grumbled as Kurt turned a bright shade of red.
"We have radars that detect inappropriate behavior on campus?" David suggested.
"Creepers," Kurt muttered, moving to pick up the discarded basketball.
"So how's our horrible spy doing at sports?" Wes asked, ignoring the glare that the junior shot at him.
"Very well, actually. I'm very impressed," Blaine said with a smile.
"You going to try out for the team?" David asked Kurt, who shook his head with a horrified expression on his face.
"No. No way," he said sternly.
"Why not?"
"Because as fun as it was this one time, there's no way I'd do it on a regular basis," the slender boy shook his head again. "And right now, I'm exhausted and sweaty, and I still have homework." He handed the ball to David as he passed. He paused before leaving the room.
"Gentlemen," he said before exiting, leaving the other three boys looking after him in confusion.
"Who peed in his cornflakes this morning?" Wes asked.
"I have no idea."
:O What happens next? I still don't know yet.
Off to find food and play Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time I go!~
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