PROMPT: LoUd-LoVaBlE-lUnAtIc -^ kurt could do a risque number for cheerios (not that they already don't) with another male cheerio (make em tall ;) ) or brittany would work too. like in another review they said bout kurts crushes, he gets insecure cuz he notices kurts type: Sporty, Talented, and *Tall*.
Warning: This chapter is rated M. I repeat this chapter is rated M.
Disclaimer: Also we used one of the characters from CP Coulter's Dalton in this particular one-shot.
"Alright boys! Tonight! Tonight is your night! Tonight we play Carmel High School in the State championship. Keep focus, and remember, once a Warbler, ALWAYS a Warbler. Hands in boys!" Coach Stewart put his hand in first as the rest of the team followed. "Warblers on three! One... two...three!"
"WARBLERS!" The team all screamed together as they all took the field. Coming out last was Blaine Anderson, the quarterback. He took in the crowd as he stepped onto the field. Everyone was clapping, everyone cheering, but the only thing he noticed was the one and only Kurt Hummel.
Kurt was the newest Dalton cheerleader and also Blaine's boyfriend. Running over to Kurt before warm-ups, Blaine grinned at him right away, "Hey you! Wish me luck?"
Kurt chuckled as he leaned over giving his boyfriend a kiss that was only meant to me small, but turned heated rather quickly. "Good Luck." He whispered, before winking.
Someone cleared their throat from behind them, making both boys look to see who the noise was coming from. Logan Wright, captain of the Warbler cheerleaders, was looking straight at Kurt as if Blaine wasn't even there. "Coach says you need to stretch Kurt, big halftime show."
Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute Lo."
Logan nodded, taking that as an answer, as he started to walk off. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Lo?"
"Nickname that everyone calls him." Kurt said waving it off as nothing. "You'll come watch me perform at halftime won't you babe?"
Blaine looked up, seeing Kurt smirking and took a shaky breath. "I don't know if that's a good idea Kurt."
"Why not?" Kurt asked as Blaine shut his eyes.
"Well I-"
"ANDERSON!" Coach Stewart yelled. "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND STRETCH!"
"COMING!" Blaine looked at Kurt and sighed, kissing his cheek. "I'll come, but I'm holding you personally responsible if I have to come out and play the second half, half hard."
Kurt was about to reply, but Blaine put on his helmet and ran out, starting to stretch with the others.
"Hello and welcome to the 2012 High School State football championship! The teams playing in the football championship this year are the Dalton Academy Warblers," Almost the entire stadium roared with excitement. "Versus the Carmel High Flamingos!" Little cheer was heard from their side of the stadium.
Blaine smiled and waved at the crowds, navy and red flags flying from all over their side of the stands. Blaine loved this feeling; loved that all these people had come to see the team he led win. Because they would win. His eyes instinctively sought out Kurt who was on the sidelines, doing an extremely inappropriate stretch that had Blaine miss the rest of the speech given by the announcer. He cleared his throat loudly, eyes looking round the rest of the crowd and to his teammates. Suddenly, Jeff was hitting his shoulder and Blaine guessed that it was time to start.
They huddled up in a circle, hands grasping each other's backs and eyes boring into Blaine for advice. Blaine, however, was still far too distracted by the way Kurt's ass had looked in that Cheerio uniform.
He knew Kurt joining the Cheerios had been a terrible idea.
"Right, um," He stared around at their expectant faces, "You all know the positions, yes? None of the players look especially intimidating so just, you know, try your best." He tried to ignore their confused frowns. That was the worst advice he'd ever given. In fact, it couldn't even be classed as advice.
He decided just to give up. "Let's go, boys!" They all roared at his words, moving to their places that spread them out over the field.
Blaine's eyes accidentally found Kurt's stretching body again, eyes narrowing as he saw Logan far too close for comfort. He disliked the boy with a passion and it wasn't hard to notice that he wanted Kurt. The glint in his eye said it all.
"BLAINE!" He heard his name from one of his teammates and tore his eyes away reluctantly. Shit, the game had started. He saw the ball flying towards his face and immediately caught it, looking around to where he was supposed to run.
Starting to sprint while avoiding the guys on the opposite team, he tried to focus on where he was going. But yet again, Kurt's ass rose into the air and he couldn't not look.
The next thing he knew, he was on the ground with no ball in his hand and he could only watch with his teammates as the opposite team scored.
"What the hell, Blaine? What was that?" Nick screamed at him from above. Blaine rose, hand smoothing his uniform sheepishly.
"Sorry..." he muttered. He could feel the glares he was getting from under the helmets.
This was not going to be a good game.
Blaine looked up at the timer, 20 seconds to go before halftime with a score of 14 - 7. He knew that if he lost this game for them, he would be one of the most hated guys in the school for a while. Taking one last glance at Kurt, Blaine's blood boiled as he took in the sight. Kurt was stretching from one toe to the other, and Logan was standing behind him oogling his ass. Blaine shut his eyes, swallowing hard before turning back to his teammates, calling a play and yelling 'break,' which sent the other players to their positions.
"Hut on 3, 1... 2... 3... HUT!" Running back and dodging one of the big linebackers that were coming at him, Blaine threw the ball to Nick, who got tackled at the 3 yard line. Blaine looked up at the clock again, and gulped. Two seconds to go until halftime.
Knowing better than to look over at the cheerleaders again because he would just get angry, Blaine called their secret play and smiled before getting into position. "HUT!" He cried, as he faked a throw to Jeff and ran to in zone himself. Everyone cheered as the game got tied up and the players ran into the locker room, ready for there 2nd half pep talk.
Kurt finished his stretching just as the coach came over, "Time for the number!"
Standing up, Kurt heard someone behind him sigh. He turned to see Logan, raising an eyebrow. "What was that?"
"I had the perfect view of that ass of yours and coach had to come over and ruin it." Logan said as he smirked, walking by Kurt and sprinting onto the field.
Kurt just rolled his eyes, sick of Logan and his manners. Following him, Kurt got into place for the routine before looking over his shoulder and not only seeing Blaine, but the entire football team come to watch them. Kurt grinned evilly at Blaine and turned back, just as the music started.
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Ohhh Shit. Blaine thought as he watched Kurt perform during the cheer number. His boyfriend was dancing, and he wasn't just dancing either, he was looking sexy as hell doing it too.
Blaine swallowed the breath he didn't know he was holding and tried to think of anything else as Kurt did some moves he really shouldn't be able to do. Blaine opened his eyes (when had he closed them again?) and saw red as soon as he did.
As the performance was coming to an end, Logan slapped Kurt on the ass suggestively and winked at him. Blaine let out a small growl, making the football team all look over at him.
Blaine watched as Kurt ran off the field, looking mad and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him into a kiss. "Are you okay? I saw what he did. Want me to kick his ass? I want to kick his ass. No one is allowed to do that to you unless you let them and-"
"Blaine, you're rambling, It's fine, I'm fine. I will handle it later, come on let's-"
Blaine growled again, grabbing Kurt's hand as he pulled him into the empty locker room. As the door slammed behind them, Blaine immediately pushed Kurt back into the lockers, mouth attacking his neck and pinning him to the row of doors. Kurt immediately tilted his neck, giving Blaine better access as he felt his teeth softly nibble at that spot that he knew drove Kurt crazy.
Kurt let out a soft moan as his hips jerked forward, Blaine groaning as he felt Kurt's hard on through his thin Cheerios uniform.
"Already?" he whispered into his ear, tongue coming out to lick the shell. "You're so hot, you know? Logan was making me so jealous and all I wanted to do was this..." he broke off, hands reaching down and palming Kurt. He grinned evilly as Kurt's knees almost buckled, but the steady pressure of every part of Blaine pushing him up against the lockers kept him standing.
"Blaine..." he stuttered out, mouth searching out his boyfriend's in need. Their tongues instantly met and curled round the other, Kurt breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to cling onto the last shred of the real world. "We can't do this here, the game..." Blaine shushed him, hand completely wrapping around his throbbing cock, but still through the material.
"Well, we better do it properly, then. Clothes off." Blaine's voice was commanding and Kurt immediately gave in, hormones overtaking every thought. He wanted Blaine so bad.
Kurt pushed Blaine back playfully, trying not to complain at the loss of contact as he slipped his shirt off. By the time the cursed barrier between his and Blaine's skin was finally off, Blaine had managed to pull his own off too. Kurt took a moment to stare at Blaine's chest, the light covering of hair trailing down and down...
He lunged towards Blaine, hands fisting in his hair as Blaine instinctively grabbed his ass. They kissed passionately for a few moments, Blaine falling back to sit on the bench and Kurt straddling him. They both groaned simultaneously as their cocks were pressed together. Kurt couldn't help but rock slightly into Blaine, enjoying the friction way too much.
"Where?" Blaine's voice was deep and his eyes had gotten darker, boring into Kurt's eyes and demanding an answer.
"Shower." Blaine blanched for a second before grabbing Kurt's hips and lifting him up, standing up at the same time. Kurt's legs tightened around his waist and Blaine tried not to lose his footing as their cocks were pressed even closer, hot arousal spreading through his veins like wildfire.
He managed to make it to just outside the showers before setting Kurt on the ground roughly, breathless and needy.
"Pants off. Now." Kurt immediately followed his orders, cock immediately springing free from it's prison. Blaine could only stare as he licked his lips. They hadn't had shower sex in forever. And by forever, he meant last week, which was way too long ago to be healthy.
"You too." Blaine tore his gaze away to pull his own pants down, gaze immediately rising to Kurt again. Kurt was only staring at the newly exposed flesh though, so he wrapped one hand around his cock and squeezed gently, breath hitching.
Suddenly Kurt was on him, backing him up into the shower and turning it on. Their naked flesh was soaked immediately and it only made the feeling of their skin rubbing against each other even better.
"I want to be inside you." Blaine whispered as he looked into Kurt's eyes, leaning over to kiss him. "But stay turned this way, I want to watch as you fall apart."
Kurt let out a shaky breath and nodded as his hips bucked up against Blaine's side. "Please. Please hurry." He watched as his boyfriend reached around him, rubbing his fingers around his hole, before Kurt swatted them away. "No time. The game, Blaine. We only have a limited amount of time."
"But Kurt-"
"But nothing. If you don't get in me now, you won't be getting any at all." Kurt said as he looked straight at Blaine.
He knew Kurt was right, nodding, Blaine lined his cock up with Kurt's hole. "Ready?" He asked.
Kurt didn't say anything, letting out a strangled moan, letting Blaine know that yes, he was ready.
Blaine took that as an affirmation as he slowly pushed in, growling as he slid past Kurt's tight opening. Silently, he apologized to Kurt because he didn't prepare him.
Blaine stared down between them as he buried himself as deep as he could inside of Kurt, moaning as he felt Kurt clench around him.
"Move!" Kurt practically begged him.
Blaine did as he was told, sliding almost the entire way out before slipping back in. They built a rhythm, Kurt moaning as Blaine repeatedly hit his sweet spot. "I love you." Blaine moaned looking straight into Kurt's eyes.
"I love you too!" Kurt whined, "And I'm close."
"Unnggg me too!" Blaine's thrusts became erratic as he hit Kurt's prostate a few more times, both cumming at the same time.
Blaine looked at Kurt, not taking his eyes off him as he shut off the water. "I love you." He said as he smiled at the beautiful boy in front of him.
"I love you more." Kurt whispered as he leaned over for another kiss.
"I doubt it." Blaine said as he grinned then looked out into the locker room, sighing. "As much as I don't want to, we better get dressed. It's probably almost time for the second house."
Kurt nodded, grabbing his clothes as he looked back at Blaine, smirking. "Besides, the quicker this game gets over, the quicker we can go and... celebrate." Winking and pulling his pants up, Kurt left Blaine standing there, mouth wide open.
That boy was going to be the death of him.