Blaine's POV
"Are you sure?" I asked Finn and Sam who were walking with me towards the field. I had noticed how most of the football players girlfriends were there watching their boyfriends practice. I was thrilled that Kurt had come to watch me. He waved to me from the bleachers where he was sitting with Rachel, Quinn and Tina.
"Definitely," Sam said.
"Yeah, dude. We've seen you play and you've got nothing to worry about," Finn assured me. We continued walking over to the group of players who were surrounding the coach.
"Run 'em through the drills Hudson!" The coach barked at the quarterback. Finn had us doing extensive stretches, sprints, laps and passes.
"Huddle up!" Coach Bieste yelled. When we all surrounded her, she continued. "We have a new edition to our team; number 7, Blaine Anderson." There were a couple of claps but I was a little surprised that no one yelled anything offensive- not that I wanted that. "Show us what cha got new kid," the coach said as she tossed a ball to Finn who jogged down to the center of the field.
A couple of the biggest guys on the team ran down to the end of the field along with me. "Let's go Blaine!" Kurt shouted from the bleachers.
My only jobs were to catch the ball and then run like hell to the end-zone. Finn threw the ball and I got ready to snatch it mid-air. It was coming in fast…and hard. I put my hands up…SLAP! I didn't waste a second, I was speeding towards where the letters WMHS were spray-painted in the grass.