This is my "Mash-Off" chapter. I didn't have much to work with given the utter lack of Klaine contact in the episode, so please bear with me.

I had toyed with the idea of doing something with what might have gone done after the whole "Hot For Teacher" thing, but realized that (based on how hot I found Blaine's performance) it would probably end up smuttier than I am comfortable writing.

So I came up with this.

Here's Chapter Fifty-Two: Dodgeball

Kurt left Rory with the girls and carefully made his way to the bleachers. He would have helped clean off the injured boy, but Santana's dodgeball to the face had left him a bit off balance, so he needed to sit down and reorient himself with the world.

Blaine bounded over to him, water bottle in hand, a huge smile on his face. Kurt hadn't known until that day that Blaine absolutely loved playing dodgeball. And it had become evident when the game had gotten underway. The only people on the New Direction side who'd been better than him were Puck and Finn that was probably only because they were bigger than him. "Hey," he said, practically bouncing, which caused Kurt to stare. Normally, Blaine bouncing wouldn't be cause to gawk (he was very hyperactive, after all) but the shorts he was wearing were very short and… distracting. "Great game, huh?" He stopped bouncing to bend and rub his knee, which Kurt noticed was red and sort of swollen.

"What happened to your knee?"

"Oh, Artie attacked me with his wheelchair," he said with a shrug. "It's not his fault, really – he got in the way of my mad game." Blaine smirked, trying to get Kurt to laugh, but his blossoming headache combined with the fact that Blaine was hurt made laughing very low on Kurt's priority list. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" he asked incredulously, rubbing his temples. "What's wrong is that you're hurt, Blaine! And you don't seem to care!"

Blaine sat down next to him and put a reassuring hand on his thigh. "Calm down, babe. It's just a game."

"Just a game?" he repeated, turning his head very slowly to look at Blaine. But even that small movement made his vision go blurry. He blinked until everything came back into focus and then said, "Look around." They both did, eyes scanning their friends, who were strewn across the gym like wounded warriors. "Your knee's all messed up, Rory's got a bloody nose, I'm possibly concussed… and you're going to sit there and say that it's just a game?"

"What do you mean, possibly concussed?" Blaine asked, glancing worriedly at Kurt's face.

"Santana nailed me pretty hard and now my head hurts. Like, a lot." He closed his eyes, which helped a little bit. As he sat there, Kurt felt fingers working at his temples. He moaned slightly as the tension eased.

Suddenly the fingers were gone and Kurt heard shifting. He felt Blaine's legs on either side of him, which meant that Blaine had moved up a row on the bleachers and was now sitting behind him. Kurt sighed and leaned back into Blaine's chest. His boyfriend draped his arms over his shoulders and stroked his chest with his thumb. "Feel better?" Blaine asked.

"Eh," Kurt replied. His head still hurt, yes, but being near Blaine helped the pain a little bit.

"Hmm," Blaine mused. "Turn around." Kurt slowly did so, eyes still closed to the light. Kurt felt Blaine lean in close and press his lips to his eyelids. "Better?"

"Maybe…" Kurt hedged.

Blaine kissed his temples. "How about now?"

"Eh, I guess." Kurt was starting to have fun with this.

Blaine chuckled and leaned in so close Kurt could practically taste his breath. "Well, hopefully this fixes everything because I don't have anything else." Then he pressed his lips to Kurt's, briefly at first, then back in again for a longer kiss.

Kurt forgot all about his headache and the fact that they were still technically in school (which broke their cardinal no PDA rule) and focused all of his attention on his boyfriend and the way their lips fit so perfectly together. When his lungs screamed for air, he pulled back, but kept his forehead pressed to Blaine's. "Much better. Thank you."

"Anytime."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So what do you say we get out of here and…?" He was cut off when something slammed into the back of his head, causing him to crash into Blaine's face. He heard the distinct sound of a dodgeball bouncing down the bleachers and turned to see Santana bending down to retrieve the weapon that had made its way back to her.

"Get a room," she scoffed before turning to rejoin her Trouble Tones. Kurt hoped that Mercedes would say something to her, but she stayed quiet, not even looking back at Kurt as they left the gym. He sighed, knowing that was one friendship that was most likely irreparable and he wondered how many more of his friends he was going to lose before the year was out.

Not wanting to dwell on it, he returned his attention to Blaine, who was holding a hand to his nose, looking anywhere but at Kurt. "All right, mister," he ordered. "Let me see."

Blaine shook his head. "It's not that bad," he tried to say around his hand.

Kurt gave him an 'I know you're lying to me, Blaine Anderson' look and tugged his hand away. It wasn't too too bad, but he was still bleeding, which made it bad enough to Kurt. "Hey, Tina?" he called, keeping a hand on Blaine's nose.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any of those tissues left?"

"Yeah. Why?" She looked up and saw that Kurt was trying to stop the blood coming out of Blaine's nose. "Oh!" she exclaimed, hopping up and bringing tissues to him. "Here you go," she said, handing them to him. He replaced his hand with a wad of them, even though the bleeding had pretty much stopped. Tina watched them for a minute before saying, "Man, dodgeball is so violent. I'm surprised someone hasn't tried to get it banned yet."

"Yeah," Kurt said. He absent mindedly used Blaine's water to wipe the dried blood from under his nose while the wheels started to turn in his mind.

"Tina!" they heard Mike whine from somewhere on the gym floor. "I'm hurt! I need you to come kiss it better!"

Tina shook her head and sighed good naturedly. "Men," she said to Kurt with a laugh. "What are we going to do with them?" Kurt laughed along with her, glancing at Blaine, who was gingerly touching his nose, wincing and saying "ow" every time he did so.

"Tinaaa!"

"I'm coming," she yelled back. "Well, I gotta go. See you guys later." She walked down the bleachers to her boyfriend, who didn't look all that hurt, in Kurt's opinion.

Kurt helped Blaine to his feet and as they walked out of the gym, Blaine asked him what he was thinking about. "Oh, nothing, really." Blaine looked at him like he knew he was lying, but shrugged and went back to poking his nose.

As he watched his boyfriend act like a three-year-old, Kurt thought about what Tina had said. It was a wonder that no one had tried to ban dodgeball at McKinley yet. And Sue had told him that to get elected, he needed to be against something.

Well, it looked like Kurt Hummel just found his cause.

So, yeah. Like I said, there was literally nothing to go on in "Mash-Off".

Anyone else enjoy my little Tike moment in there? I seriously lessthanthree Tike :)

Also, the first person to spot the actual Darren quote wins… something. I don't know what yet, but it's gonna be good!

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