AN: Took me a while to update. I'm sorry :( I had a few extra minutes at school and whipped this up for you.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee.

The rest of the weekend passed almost normally for Kurt. On Saturday afternoon, while Blaine was at a basketball meeting, the countertenor had sat down on his bed and given his mother his undivided attention. They set ground rules, such as no bugging him while he was with Blaine, before 6:30 on weekdays, or while he was in class. All of these had one exception, of course, if Kurt came to her first.

So on Monday morning, the junior found himself dead to the world at his, Blaine's, Wes', and David's usual breakfast table, the latter two yet to arrive. He glared at his coffee cup, not having the energy to pick it up and drink it.

"It's not going to drink itself, you know," Blaine said, swallowing a bite of his waffles. "Though that would be an amusing sight." The smaller boy just dropped his face into his arms, and Blaine reached over and rubbed his back soothingly.

"How are you so awake?" Kurt asked. "You're the one who's been at practice non-stop over the past two days, and it's not even basketball season!"

"True, but here at Dalton we set up the teams at the end of the year so we can practice over the summer," the older boy explained. Kurt just grunted.

A few minutes later, he noticed it was almost time for Wes and David to appear, wolf down their large breakfasts, and disappear again.

"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt sat up, stretching his arms out in front of him.

"Yeah?"

"Could you do me a favor and not mention this to Wes and David?" the countertenor gestured to his head and pointed up. The senior looked at him confusedly for a moment.

"Oh, about your mom?" Kurt nodded. "Of course, I wasn't planning on it anyway."

"Thanks."

Tell him I dare him to straighten his hair. That'd be a sight to see.

Kurt burst into laughter. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.

A very attractive disaster.

True, true.

"So do I get to hear the joke?" Blaine asked, hopelessly confused.

"She dares you to straighten your hair," Kurt informed him.

"Oh," Blaine said. "Been there, done that."

Oh, really?

"And?" Kurt pressed.

"It was a disaster."

"An attractive one, I'm sure."

Hey! No stealing my lines!

He's my boyfriend. Shouldn't you be shunning lovey behavior anyways?

Please, that's no fun.

Kurt smiled into his coffee cup as Thing One and Thing Two sat down opposite himself and Blaine.

"Morning, lover boys!" Wes explained as he started in on his french toast, and David hummed 'Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy.'

I love that song.

The youngest Warbler rolled his eyes as he drained his remaining coffee. He then proceeded to throw the empty cup across the near empty room and into the garbage can, which was a good twenty feet away. When he turned back to the group, he found six eyes trained on him in disbelief.

"What?" He asked, horribly confused.

"How'd you do that?" Wes asked, pointing between him and the garbage.

"Uh... Skill?"

"Blaine, it looks like you've got new competition for your spot on the team," David said.

"He is taller than you," Wes added.

"What are you talking about?" the junior demanded.

"If you can make a shot like that, we'll be testing your skills on the court," Thing One explained.

"Wait, you mean basketball?" Kurt said, shocked. "No way. Never happening."

"Oh, come on, Kurt. It'll be fun!"

While Kurt and the Things bantered, Blaine was having a hard time getting his mind off of Kurt in a basketball uniform, sweaty from the exertion of play.

"At least try it," the soloist interjected. It was Kurt's turn to don the look of disbelief.

"Fine," he muttered, crossing his arms. "But there's no way I'm joining the team."

Short short short~

Up next, Kurt plays basketball! Woot!

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