A/N: Ok. Here goes!
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Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 2
" Anderson! You're meant to land upright, on one foot! Come on! Again!"
Blaine nodded and set off round the rink to try the triple flip triple toe-loop combination he opened his short programme with. Something just wasn't right with it. Hadn't been for a few weeks and he just couldn't figure out what was off with it. He pulled his thoughts from where they were wandering and back to the present in time to jump. Annnnd that would be the ice and a bruised hip. A small cough alerted him to the fact that someone had skated up and was offering him a hand up. "You're dropping your right side too much. It looks to swingy." The invaluable advice came from the high,clear voice of none other than Kurt Hummel. Blaine blushed. That was a simple error. He should have picked up on it easily, instead he was alerted to it by Hummel, by his teammate and rival. Blaine wondered what Kurt must think of him, must wonder how he made it so far if he couldn't even recognise let alone correct a drop in his posture. "Thank you, it's been off for a while. I couldn't get it sorted." Just as it looked like Kurt was about to reply the Coach yelled for them to get a move on. A small smile and Kurt was off.
The rest of practice had continued routinely. He was landing his combinations better, thank God, although something still just didn't feel quite right. Blaine tried to put it out of his mind though for now. He was exhausted in a good way. The dull achey feel in his body that only comes from a good practice. He needed to stretch and then he could go get lunch and a nap. Finding himself a quiet space Blaine stuck his ipod in and began to stretch out the kinks worked up through practice.
Oh God.
Kurt had got his skates off and was trying to find a space to stretch in. Practice had been intense and he didn't want to have his muscles screaming in agony at him over the next few days. Apparently he had headed to the same area as Anderson had though and the view he currently had of Anderson's ass was sinfully delightful. Kurt was hungry, he just wanted to stretch and go for lunch. The area was large enough for both of them to use. Stepping into Anderson's line of sight Kurt gave a small smile before starting up his own ipod and stretching.
Half an hour later both were finishing up. Blaine looked at Kurt with a little curiosity and a lot of shyness.
"Would you like to get some lunch?"