Kurt's POV
Maybe. Honestly I wasn't apposed to the idea in the slightest. Actually, the more I thought about it the more enthused I became. I got to the point where I was jumping up and down. Then my legs came out from underneath me. Then I was cradled in someone's arms. Then familiar lips were on mine. I laughed at his reaction to my over enthusiasm.
He really would make a great football player. I remember watching him some Saturday morning playing a game or two with Wes, David and some of the other boys from Dalton. He was kind of amazing. Then again, he was amazing at just about everything.
It was Monday afternoon and I was just leaving Cheerios practice talking to Quinn and Cedes about the routine that Coach Sylvester was drilling us on when hands covered my eyes and mouth and I was grabbed from behind. I was ready to yell (screeching would do damage to my vocal chords) when the hands were removed from my face. Instead of it being a kidnapper or something, it was a hazel-eyed boy. A hazel-eyed boy who had just gotten himself in trouble.
"Hey," Blaine said looking absolutely adorable in his Dalton sweatshirt. "I caught the end of your practice. You were great." He smiled at me.
"Thanks, but you could have told me that without scaring me half to death," I said with a smile, it was amazing how quickly he could make me forget about my worries with that dazzling smile of his.
"Okay, from now on, no grabbing you from behind only if I get to go to your cheer competitions."
"Deal," I said with a wink.
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