"How can you possibly enjoy dodge ball?" Kurt asked Blaine. Blaine smiled to himself as he bent over to tie his sneakers.
"We had a lot of dodge ball tournaments at Dalton," he explained. "It was fun, and the more you play the better you get. I take it you don't like it?" Kurt shook his head and adjusted his headband.
"We played it in PE in elementary and middle school. I would either be the first one out or get hit in the face or knocked over by one of the bigger kids."
"You're gonna do fine," Blaine told him. "I'll make sure you don't get knocked over. And if you're the first one out it means you don't have to play anymore." Kurt smiled a little before going over to join the circle with everyone else on their team. Blaine stood by him and kept an eye on him as the game began. However, once the action began he became focused on the game. Mike, Quinn, and Artie were out, but Kurt was still in.
The game only went on for a few minutes. He was looking over to make sure Kurt was still in, and the second he looked away Santana hit him. Blaine dropped the ball he was holding and went to stand over on the side where the majority of the team was. Finn, Kurt, and Rory were the only ones left. He saw firsthand what Kurt meant when he said he hated dodge ball. He wasn't good at all, but Finn stood in front of him, so he wasn't getting hit. Rory got out, and it was just Kurt and Finn left. Kurt was holding the only ball left on their side of the court, and the girls were armed and ready to hit. Kurt walked up to give it to Finn so he didn't have to throw it.
As soon as he got up close to them, the girls pelted him. He fell forward onto his knees and tried to protect himself, but they hit hard. Finn got them to stop, and Blaine hurried over to make sure he was okay.
"Hey," he said, looking him over. "It's okay." He seemed all right, but his nose was bleeding. "It's okay, come here." He helped Kurt to his feet and wrapped his arm around him. He knew he wasn't hurt very bad, but he was embarrassed. Finn was getting mad at Santana and Mercedes for hurting him, but Blaine just took him out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
"She hit me in the face," he told him, as if he didn't know already.
"Yeah, you got hit pretty hard. Finn took care of them. Tilt your head forward." Kurt obeyed, and Blaine handed him a paper towel. "Just stay like that for a minute, until it stops bleeding."
"Why did they all hit me?" he asked. "It was embarrassing."
"It's Santana," he reminded him jokingly. "She doesn't care if she embarrasses you." He pulled his hand away from his nose and got another look at it. "It's mostly done bleeding. Ready to go?" Kurt nodded.
"Thanks," he said shyly.
"You're welcome." Sometimes Kurt needed help, whether he was willing to admit it or not.
Author's Notes:
This is short too, but I hope it gets the point across. Tell me what you think and give me any prompts or requests you have!