I love bitchy Kurt so I got inspired again. I miss season 1-2 Kurt. This story is basically how Kurt could have ended up if Karofsky wasn't scared shitless and had asked him out instead of bullying him.

Also, I'm not sure if you guys have seen this, but I looked up Justin Castor (the guy that played Chandler) and he's actually pretty cute! And not just in a Tyler Oakley way! Did they nerd him up just to play Kurt's non-threatening love interest? Once again, not cool, glee writers!

Also, I know nothing about cheerleading, so smile and nod if I get things wrong ^_^

[Kurt]

Kurt spends most of the first quarter of the game texting Rachel about audition songs and ignoring everything else. As co-captain of the cheerios, he was supposed to be leading the cheers but he'd made an agreement with Quinn that if she took the first half of the game, he'd take the second.

Sue didn't care about anything but the halftime show. As long as they didn't screw up or make asses of themselves, she'd just sit back and jeer at people passing by, or punch babies, or whatever it is that Sue does when she's not screaming at them through her bullhorn. Kurt didn't bother to look for her to find out.

It's only during a lull in the cheers around him, between plays, that Kurt notices the giggling from the girls around him. Glancing at the cheerio nearest to him, Kurt cocks an eyebrow at her.

"Shouldn't you be waving your pom poms, or your ass, or something?"

Jumping slightly and turning to Kurt with wide eyes, the sophomore girl looks around nervously for back up. In true high school fashion, she's on her own. Despite knowing that it had been at least three girls giggling that had broken his concentration, she is suddenly the only one not going through the routines with Quinn.

"I- um... I was just. We were..." Stepping backward, as though hoping to rejoin the crowd of red and white dressed girls, she blurts out, "We were just wondering who that hot guy was. I recognize him from somewhere, but I can't place him."

At Kurt's confused frown, she points up in the stands directly behind Kurt. When he looks up, he's met with a cocky smirk and a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Sighing heavily, Kurt turns back to the younger girl.

"If he's not here to see you, it's none of your business. And regardless, it's not worth interrupting our routines. Get back to practicing, or you'll go from the bottom of the pyramid to a spotter."

Once the girl's attention is back on Quinn like it was supposed to be, Kurt turned back to face the boy with a scowl on his face.

Shit. Well at least he's not wearing a blazer and dragging 15 guys behind him, ready to sing. Ugh.

Now that he knows he has a 'visitor' Kurt can't seem to relax at all. Throughout the rest of the game, he shifts uncomfortably every few minutes, feeling the gaze burning into the back of his neck. When it reaches halftime, he's relieved. At least he won't be able to pick out faces from the middle of the field.

Going through Sue's craziest number yet, Kurt has to wonder what the hell he's going to do about nationals. He'd already agreed to sing the damn song, but if she really expects him to sing a Celine Dion medley for 20 straight minutes -in French- while dancing around like this, she's crazy. He wouldn't even make it through rehearsals, let alone the actual competition.

As the routine ends and Kurt is walking back to the sidelines with Quinn sitting on his shoulders, he notices that the boy had only brought Jeff and Nick with him, which was much better than the whole team. And at least they were wearing casual clothes.

Kurt didn't know any of the Warblers very well. He'd only met them a few times at competitions and one day at the mall when he'd been politely forced into watching a movie with them because Blaine couldn't take a hint. Jeff and Nick were at least two of the ones he'd gotten along with the best.

Once he puts Quinn back down, she pats him on the shoulder and smiles at him. "You're up, lover boy. Good luck with all that."

Glaring at her and hoping that none of the football team are paying attention to them, he sarcastically says, "Thanks, hun. I'll remember this next time you need a 'girl's night' that just so happens to coincide with Noah staying the night with Finn."

Quinn smirks at him but doesn't respond, going back to the bench and pulling out her phone. Huffing at her, he turns to his squad. "Okay, kiddos. Now that Quinn has you all warmed up, there won't be any fuck ups, right?"

Hearing groans break out from around the group as he steps up to the front, Kurt smirks at them. "Oh, come on guys. Q was going easy on you and you know it. She was just saving the fun stuff for me, I'm sure. Now, let's practice transitioning from lifts to flips."

As the girls drop their poms off at the edge of the track, Kurt peeks through his lashes at the stands. And meets a pair of amused green eyes. Damn.

Refusing to acknowledge that he'd just been caught, Kurt stretches out his leg and turns back to his girls.

"We're going to start with shoulder stands and front flips. Just watch me and Santana first." Shaking out his arms, he motions for Santana to join him. As she comes up behind him and takes his hands to step up, she whispers,

"Don't think for a minute that the guys haven't already noticed your little fan club up there. You better make sure they're gone before Finn gets through his shower."

Sighing heavily as he stands straight, Santana's feet planted on the sides of his head, Kurt glares at the boy still smirking at him.

How does this keep happening to me?

When the Titans win the game, Kurt rushes the team with the rest of the cheerios. He's quickly passed hug to hug through the glee guys. As Puck pulls away to find Quinn, Dave grabs his waist from behind and swings him in a circle. Shrieking, Kurt slaps at his arm.

"Put me down, Hamhock!"

Once his feet are back on the ground, Kurt turns to face him, scowling. Dave just grins at him.

"Oh no. You don't get to bitch me out anymore, Fancy."

Kurt scoffs, crossing his arms. "Please. Like us not dating will keep me from putting you in your place. Besides, if you try to tell me that breaking up wasn't the right call, I'm totally texting Chandler. He'll be crushed! Especially after we spent so much time and effort making him pretty for you."

Laughing, Dave gestures at him with his helmet. "Sure, you spent a whole weekend shopping and going to salons. And, I know how much you hate makeovers, so it was a total sacrifice on your part. Thank you so much for enduring it."

Kurt huffs before looking around, trying to gauge how much time he had. "Whatever. If you liked the nerdy look you should have told him before he made himself pretty. Don't blame me because he was secretly hotter than we thought he was." Noticing Dave's dark look, he adds. "God, don't worry about it. Even if he had options, he wouldn't dump you. You're hot too, Hamhock. Now I have to get out of here before I'm caught. Tell him I said hi!"

Kurt weaves his way back through the crowd, avoiding the locker room at all cost. He knows he'll have to deal with his 'protectors' but hopefully it will be once the preppies are on their way home.

Stepping back up to the bench he'd stashed his bag under, he looks up at a cleared throat. Sighing, he faces the boy, slipping his bag over his head and across his chest.

"Sebastian, I told you not to come. It's not happening."

Instead of the taller boy, it's Jeff that answers. "If you think you're the first guy that's had to repeat 'no means no' to Seb, you're very, very wrong."

Smirking at Sebastian, Kurt waves toward Jeff. "See. That's why it wouldn't work." Looking to the blonde, Kurt elaborates, "No, sweetie. I didn't need you to tell me that Sebastian has a colorful, possibly color-coded, list of conquests. It took me about five seconds to have him figured out. I just really needed Blaine to get the hint. What better way to really drive home 'He's just not that into you' than to give your number to the guy standing behind him?"

Sebastian finally speaks up, sounding annoyed, "Just because I'm not a blushing virgin doesn't mean it wouldn't work between us."

Nick laughs. "You can't do the shit you've done and then get mad when you have a rep, Sebastian. The fact that he didn't even need to hear about the rep to know it exists is impressive though."

Kurt smiles at Nick before glancing nervously at the locker room door. "Well, I have some experience with his type, so I know what to look for. On that note, I really need to go before they come out of there. You do too, actually."

Staring at Kurt in confusion, Sebastian asks, "Why? You said you were single, has that changed? Did you get back together with the bear?"

Snorting, Kurt quickly assures, "No way. We're just friends. And his new boyfriend is adorably possessive. Dave isn't the problem."

When Jeff and Nick quickly run away, mumbling about meeting Sebastian at the car, Kurt can already tell what's about to happen. It's like a train wreck in slow motion; he can't stop it, only watch the devastation heading his way. Turning his head slightly and looking over Sebastian's shoulder, Kurt groans just as the taller boy asks,

"So, what's the problem?"

Puck and Finn step up behind Sebastian and each of them clap him on the shoulder. They both have wet hair and damp clothes, meaning they'd barely taken the time to dry off. Finn grins at Kurt. "Yeah, dude. What's the problem?"

Groaning again, Kurt puts his face in his hands. "Guys! No! We're not playing the chaperone game. Sebastian and I aren't dating, there's no need for you to worry. I was just telling him to leave."

Puck tilts his head and tightens his grip on Seb's shoulder. "Oh really? Why? Did something happen that makes you not want him around?"

Finn's face doesn't betray his threat any more than Puck's had but Kurt can see by the strain in Sebastian's expression that his grip is tightening too. "Something must have happened if you liked him enough to give him your number, but now you won't talk to him."

Kurt waves his hands at them, trying to get them to release their bruising grips. "No! Seriously, guys! I just gave him my number to warn off Blaine. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend!"

Loosening -but not releasing- their grips, Finn frowns at Kurt. "Why not? If you think he's hot, and clearly he's interested or he wouldn't be here, what's the problem?"

Adjusting the strap on his bag, Kurt glances nervously at Puck. "He's not really the... monogamous type. It wouldn't be serious, and frankly, I've tried that. It was hard enough getting over it the first time, I'm not going through it again."

Puck winces, releasing Sebastian and shifting on his feet awkwardly.

"Shit. Why does it always have to come back to my fuck ups?"

Kurt smiles at him sadly. "It's fine, Noah. It's been years, and I'm over it. But I really don't want to repeat mistakes. We were young and stupid and you were... experimenting. But that's not what we'd be doing. So... yeah. No."

Nodding, Puck shifts again. "Okay, well, this was awkward. I'm gonna go find Quinn and make sure she knows how much I appreciate that she puts up with me."

Giggling at his quick retreat, Kurt turns to Finn. "Really, hun. It's fine. I can handle it. Just go find Rachel and tell her to come over about noon tomorrow so we can keep working on our applications."

Watching him closely, Finn finally relents. "Alright. I'll go, but let me know if anything else happens." Before he leaves, he clenches his hand tighter for a second before smiling at Sebastian. "Sorry, dude. Sucks for you. Kurt's the best."

Once the lumbering boy is gone, Kurt turns back to Sebastian who had managed to keep quiet, with a blank poker face, the whole time. Holding the strap of his bag, Kurt chuckles nervously.

"Sorry about that. They're um... protective."

Sebastian looks around the field as if making sure they wouldn't be interrupted again, before facing him and finally dropping his poker face. "I'm sorry that you had a rough time in the past with the mohawk guy, but that wouldn't happen again."

Kurt huffs. "From what little I know of you, you sound exactly like him. He used to sleep around with anyone and everyone. He's slept with almost all of the cheerios... and their mothers."

Nodding, Sebastian agrees, "Okay, you have a point. In the past, I slept with more than my share of guys. We have a lot in common. Including the fact that he apparently got sick of it and has a girlfriend now. I've never really been averse to a serious relationship, I could just never find anyone that made it worth the trouble. I'm not saying that you would be either, but I'd like to try."

Kurt scoffs. "Well, with compliments like that, how can I refuse?"

Ignoring the deadpan sarcasm, Sebastian smirks. "One date won't kill you. I won't even try to grope you at dinner!"

Glaring, Kurt turns and walks toward the parking lot.

Sebastian follows him and leans in close to whisper loudly, "Come on, I'm hot, gay, and seriously into you. What do you have to lose?"

Facing him, Kurt cocks his head to the side before sighing. "Fine. I guess I can stand to look at you for one night. Text me with the details, I can make any time next weekend work." Turning back toward his navigator, Kurt throws over his shoulder,

"Oh, and if you should be so lucky that I agree to more than one date... I'm totally worth it."