Author's Note: Facts that inspired this story: The first male cheerleaders to join in dancing (not just stunts) in the NFL joined their squads in 2018 (Los Angeles Rams and New Orleans Saints). The first active, publicly gay NFL player came out in 2021 (Carl Nassib). There have only been six other NFL players to come out after their retirement.
Blaine flopped down onto the bed next to Kurt, who was lying on his stomach, flipping through a magazine. At his husband's loud sigh, Kurt leaned over and pressed a kiss to his temple. "How was practice today?"
"Fine. Coach really laid into me for that pass I threw late in the fourth quarter yesterday, the one that almost cost us the game? I expected it and deserved it, though. Thank goodness there was a defensive penalty that cancelled it out."
"So, the usual then?" Kurt asked with a smile.
"Yeah. The usual. How was your early morning practice?"
"Fine. We're learning a few new songs for halftime and the quarter switches for the big game Sunday. Coach Roz is having me dance center and point again this week. She thinks the crowd loved it."
"I know they did," Blaine said confidently, rolling over onto his stomach and giving Kurt a squeeze, his arm slung over his hips. "That's why you've got that big interview coming up on Thursday. Everybody wants to know about the amazing cheerleader that's taking the NFL by storm."
Kurt chuckled, closing the magazine and placing it on the floor beside the bed. Then, he rolled onto his side, facing Blaine, and tucked an arm beneath his head. "I don't think I'd be getting that interview if I wasn't the husband of the hottest quarterback in the NFL. And the only gay player, I might add."
"Hey. Don't put yourself down like that. You're not riding on my coattails. You're making your own waves, babe."
"You really think so?"
"Of course," Blaine answered, rolling onto his side, too, so that he could bring a hand up to Kurt's face as he leaned in to kiss him sweetly.
The two of them kissed for a little while, not after anything other than the sweet taste of the other's lips against their own. Finally, Kurt asked, "So, I know they're going to ask me how we met. What should I tell them?"
"The truth?"
"It's sort of embarrassing. And..."
***Two years earlier***
It was the kickoff party for the Ohio Bucks. Blaine was standing around with a few of his good friends on the football team. It was only his second season with the Bucks after signing a five year contract, but he'd made a lot of friends and really felt like he fit in well. He just had one secret...
"Why don't you have a girlfriend yet?" one of the guys, Sam, was asking him. "Isn't it, like, a rule that all the guys on the team need a girlfriend, especially when they're the best QB in the nation? I mean, you're probably getting hundreds of letters a day from fans who would die to be your girl."
Blaine just shrugged, not sure he wanted to tell Sam everything yet. "I have high standards, you know. I'd need to get to know them first, see what they're like. I only fall in love with graceful—"
It was then that the cheerleaders, who they'd been waiting on to finish with their first practice of the season before starting the music and getting the drinking going, pushed through the door.
Nearly choking on the drink he was sipping, Blaine was surprised to see a male cheerleader leading the way. He hadn't been aware that the Bucks had a male on the squad, let alone a beautiful one like that, and he couldn't quit staring. So, it didn't escape him when the male cheerleader tripped—seemingly over air because there was nothing under him but his own two feet—crashed into a table with a team-themed vase on it, startled two women dressed in leopard print who were standing nearby, and wound up flat on his face on the floor. To add insult to injury, the vase fell off the table onto the cheerleader's upturned, perfect ass, spilling water everywhere.
Blaine, straw still barely in his mouth, whispered aloud, "I want that one."
"What?" Sam asked, looking at him. "Which one? One of the cheerleaders is gonna be your girlfriend?"
Shaking his head, Blaine said, "Not my girlfriend. Boyfriend." Then, he left Sam standing there, slack-jawed and in shock, as he walked over to the cheerleader on the floor. He bent down and offered him a hand. "You okay?" he asked as he helped him stand up, smiling when the cheerleader's first reaction was to start wiping the flowers off his butt.
"Yeah. Fine. Thanks," the cheerleader muttered, occupied.
"I'm Blaine."
At that, the cheerleader looked up, his red face getting a little bit redder. "Kurt."
"Wanna go somewhere to talk? I like you."
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Thanks."
***Present day***
"And that's the day you came out to your teammates. That's your story to tell. I can't take that."
"I'll be there," Blaine answered. "We can tell it together. Because it's our story."
"I love you. You know that, right?" Kurt asked, flashing him a smile. "Thanks for being there for me even when I'm crazy clumsy and definitely not the least bit attractive."
"I love you, too," Blaine replied. "Now, I don't know about you, but remembering that story made me kinda horny. Despite what you think, you were incredibly attractive. Hot, some would say. What would you think about taking this to the bathroom and having our own practice in the shower, babe?"
In response, Kurt ground his hips into Blaine's, their erections rubbing together through the thin pairs of yoga pants they both wore. "I think that sounds perfect," he whispered. "After all, I was rescued by a quarterback in tight, white football pants."