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A/N- So, this is the third instalment of the Olympics saga. One more to go. I've wrote up to chapter 17 so, yeah. It won't die. Read this and review this and I'll scream this: "PEOPLE READ AND REVIEW!" Sorry, I apologise. But it's true. :)

Blaine's Perspective kinda.

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Blaine was over Kurt's house, his boyfriend snuggled into him as they watch the Artistic Gymnastics. Kurt had thought the girls were on with the ribbons and dancing. But no.

Blaine had to watch extremely muscular men fly about in the air and do handstands and get all sweaty. You'd think Blaine would enjoy this. Kurt certainly was.

"Stop ogling at strangers!" Blaine says, trying to be light-hearted.

"I'm just watching them perform!" Kurt defends.

"No you're watching their arms,"

"I like your arms better, Blaine,"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

"Besides, I prefer my men small," Kurt says and winks coyly.

A/N- Read, Review, Love, Hate, Jellyfish. Just anything. Thank-you and now I eat a cookie.