AN- I'm sure some people noticed I changed the summary- I was trying to make this sound more interesting. Also, this is the first chapter we see Blaine's dad so that's fun. Preggers was the most fun to write so far so I'm supa excited for everyone to read it. There may be a couple days delay for the next chapter- I'm writing them as I go along.
Blaine loves to unwind after a rough practice. Especially when there's a game coming up and everyone is stretched to the limit because they want to win.
His house is empty when he gets there later that night. And he's not surprised because both his parents work late. All the time.
But he prefers it this way. Because he can dump his bag off on the couch in the living room and scan the music channels until he finds something he knows.
Then he cranks the volume and begins to rock out.
His dance moves are nonexistent- he just moves to the music in any way he wants, his voice loud and echoing in the grand room.
He slides a little on the wood floor and tries a couple break-dance moves he remembers from a movie he saw a couple weeks ago at Santana's.
Just as he hits the big note, the TV mutes. And Blaine almost falls over in surprise when he turns and sees his father standing in the doorway.
"Dad! You're home early…" Blaine says.
William Anderson surveys his son carefully. "Yeah. The case settled faster than I thought it would. What are you doing?"
"Unwinding. The, the big game is next week-"
"Oh right. You've been icing your shoulder every night after practice, right? Like I told you? And you're doing the stretches before going on the field?"
"Yeah, dad."
"Good, good. Yup, you'll do excellent. And I'll definitely try to be there, son."
"Right."
He always tries. Blaine stopped getting his hopes up years ago.
"And, keep the TV down, son. I'll be in my study."
"Yes, sir."
Blaine is tossing the football back and forth with Puck when the mohwaked boy swears under his breath. When Blaine glances over his shoulder, he sees Finn. And a smaller boy following Finn. Looking decidedly adorable in a workout outfit and Blaine's eyes widen when the boy turns to the side.
It's Kurt.
"What is Hummel doing here?" Puck mutters.
Blaine is too distracted by Kurt to answer. But when he realizes Puck is walking, he quickly follows.
"He your boyfriend now?" Puck taunts.
And Blaine kind of wants to hit him. But he refrains because where did that idea come from?
Finn denies it. "I'm just trying to bring more cross over between football and glee."
"So, Kurt is trying out?" Blaine asks, just to make sure.
Coach calls them over in a huddle and Blaine drives Kurt out of his mind momentarily to concentrate on what he's saying. Until Kurt sidles up to Coach and taps him on the shoulder and requests to "audition for the role of kicker."
Seriously. That's what he says. It's kind of fucking adorable.
(shut up, Blaine)
So the boys all group together and watch as Finn and Kurt walk out onto the field. And Blaine hears Puck make a stupid comment about how Hummel is totally gonna fail and everyone laughs.
He really wants Kurt to make it; he doesn't know why he just thinks it would be cool.
As soon as the music starts, Blaine recognizes it as the new Beyoncé song, Single Ladies. The boys dissolve into laughter. Except Blaine, who's too busy staring at Kurt's ass.
(er, Kurt's dancing. His Single Ladies dancing, actually.)
Blaine's heart kind of stops when Kurt finally kicks the ball and he swears time freezes as it soars through the air.
And as it passes between the two metal posts, Blaine can't help it. He lets out a low "yes!" and does a mini fist pump.
Needless to say, Kurt makes the team.
They're in the locker room when Mr. Schuester walks in with Finn. And Finn makes this big speech about how they need to learn the dance Kurt did because something about team unity and awesomess.
Blaine's kind of distracted by the way Kurt is leaning casually against the lockers like he doesn't give a shit.
Puck complains, calls Kurt 'Lance Bass' but finally goes along with it and they all shuffle towards the chorus room. And Blaine somehow ends up walking by Kurt.
"So, what's with the sudden interest in football?" he asks before he can stop himself.
Kurt kind of tenses and ignores him, speeding up to walk next to Mr. Shuester.
Blaine falls back with Finn and Puck, who are bickering about dancing on the football field. When they finally make it to the chorus room, they spread around and Blaine ends up right behind Kurt and next to Mike.
He's one of the few guys who can copy Kurt's moves almost exactly and he blames all his unwinding sessions.
After the dancing, Coach decides to have them run a few laps on the field. As they leave the chorus room, Kurt catches up with Blaine.
"You…you were really good."
And Blaine blinks. Because…
Wow.
He follows Puck and Finn out of the room, still in a daze because Kurt Hummel complimented him. Holy shit. So, he's honestly not paying attention to whatever the hell they're saying until he hears Puck's voice, loud and clear.
"You're in love with Kurt."
He doubles back because, hello, he so is not. But then he sees Puck is looking at Finn so he can breathe again.
Finn denies it. He glances around the hallway before he leans in.
"Quinn's pregnant."
Oh…that sucks.
Finn walks off after that announcement and Blaine barely pays attention to Puck's retreating form. He runs after Finn and claps him on the shoulder.
"Uh, look dude. I'm, like, here for you. And shit."
And Finn grins. "Thanks man."
They bump fists.
Kurt is among the last ones in the locker room. He really doesn't want to be in a room fully of naked bulky boys…
(ok he does. But not the ones that torment him)
So he waits until the majority of them are gone (especially Puck and Karofsky) before he slips into the showers. He doesn't get very far in before he almost walks straight into Blaine.
Shirtless Blaine, actually.
And Kurt kind of gapes a little. Because shirtless Blaine is really, really nice to look at. Really.
"Uh, Kurt? You okay?"
Kurt shakes himself out of his daze and forces himself to look Blaine in the eyes and only the eyes.
"I'm fine. Just. Shower. Yeah."
Blaine nods. "Right. Well, you better hurry before all the hot water is gone."
"Right. Uh..could you move?"
"Right."
And they kind of do that awkward dance that all people do when they're right in front of each other and trying to move out of each other's way.
Kurt finally makes it around him, shoots him an uneasy smile, and slides into the nearest stall.
Hot. Damn.
Blaine is packing up his bag when Kurt rolls out of the shower and he glances up in almost a reflexive way at Kurt walks by.
His jaw almost drops.
Kurt is shirtless. And, yeah, he's not like ripped or anything. But, honestly, he's got kind of a beautiful chest, all white and glistening and-
Stop it, Blaine. Now.
"So you never answered my question,"
Why did he speak? Seriously, he could pack up and leave and never have to address this ever again.
"Which one?"
"Why the sudden interest in football?"
Blaine glances over his shoulder and is relieved to see Kurt has since put on a giant fluffy robe. Which means while he's not as ogle-worthy, he's still pretty adorable.
Blaine. Seriously. Stop.
But Kurt doesn't answer right away. He searches his bag for some bottle of lotion and squirts it onto his hand, before applying to his face.
"Where did you learn to dance?"
Blaine freezes.
"Too personal?" Kurt remarks dryly.
"No. Not at all," Blaine responds defiantly. "If I tell you, will you tell me?"
Kurt shrugs. Blaine sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Movies and TV mostly. I always dance around to unwind after a football game or before a football game or just when I'm stressed out."
"So, you never took lessons?" And is that Kurt looking impressed? Blaine sort of likes it.
"Hell no. There's no way my dad would have-"
And he stops. Because he doesn't talk like that to guys he barely knows. But something in that fragmented sentence does something to Kurt. Because suddenly he's spilling his beans.
"I joined to impress my dad. We don't have a lot in common these days and I'm doing all I can to fix that. Finn set me up with the audition and here I am."
Joining football to please his father? That's definitely something Blaine can relate to.
"I hope it works out for you," Blaine says honestly.
Kurt hesitates, then flashes him a small smile.
"Thanks."
The night of the game arrives and Kurt is kind of really excited. Like, the same nerves he got right before they performed Push It? He has those, right now.
The boys all head out onto the field together and he finds himself walking next to Blaine. Who flashes him a grin.
"Good luck, tonight."
"You too," Kurt answers without thinking. "Break a leg."
Blaine shoots him a confused look.
"It's theater talk. It's a superstition wishing bad luck actually brings good luck. Don't worry- I'm not being vindictive or anything."
Blaine chuckles. And Kurt kind of blushes and looks away.
He's got to be more careful; he's getting far too casual with Blaine Anderson for his liking.
The boys huddle together on the field and Finn makes another speech about how happy he is that they all came together and learned to dance and did it as a team.
"Yeah," Puck mocks. "A gay team. Full of gays."
Kurt's eyes narrow in his direction as the other teammates speak up. Except Blaine, though he can't help but notice.
Kurt's eyes search Finn's and he sees that he's going to go along with the team.
Fine. Whatever. Kurt doesn't care.
Blaine sits out the first half as Finn, Puck, and Karofsky dominate the field. He's stuck next to Kurt.
(although 'stuck' implies reluctance and Blaine really doesn't mind it all that much)
"What are you doing?" he asks as Kurt's head cranes toward the bleachers.
"Looking for my dad."
And suddenly Blaine's eyes are searching too. "What's he look like?"
"Scary and bulky. Wearing a baseball cap and flannel."
Sounds awesome. Blaine's eyes wander down the middle section of the stands and he sort of gasps. Because sitting there, on the McKinley High field bleachers, is none other than his own father.
He actually came to a game.
His musings are cut off when Kurt suddenly starts shouting.
"Dad! Dad! See? I told you! I told you!"
And he's jumping up and down and then he starts kicking his legs up and Blaine chuckles.
Kurt Hummel really is too cute for his own good.
Kurt is like flattered beyond believe when the boys do the Single Ladies dance.
(well, not all the boys. Karofsky flat out refused and walked off the field. Blaine was quick to take his place)
And he cheers twice as hard as the crowd when they make the touchdown.
But now it's his turn and he feels like he could faint at any second as he walks onto the field. He takes a few deep breathes, prepares himself and signals for the music.
The second it starts, he loses himself in it, letting the beats guide his body and the rhythm sync with his heart. He kicks the ball-it soars-the crowd is silent-field goal.
He did it. He actually did it.
The team engulfs him in a hug and then he's being carried on their shoulders across the field.
He really did it.
Blaine and Finn meet up with the Cheerios after they shower and change. It's a post-game ritual and usually Puck joins them but tonight he is noticeably absent.
"You were amazing," Quinn breathes while in Finn's arms.
"Not bad," Santana allows. "But maybe with all the extra practice over you'll have more time for me."
Blaine feels a little guilty at that but forgets all about it as soon as his father arrives.
"Blaine. Great game, son. Though some of the methods were a little questionable. And who's this?"
"Santana, this is my father. Dad, this is my Santana. My girlfriend."
William's eyes practically light up at this news. "And why haven't you brought her around to dinner. Honestly, I thought you had better manners. It's wonderful to meet you, sweetheart."
Santana's smile is sickly sweet. "You too."
William then turns to Finn, to talk about the plays and the game and how awesome Finn is. Blaine isn't paying attention. He's too busy focusing on Kurt, running through the crowd and right into his father's arms.
They're both smiling wide and it makes Blaine want to smile too. Then Kurt's dad puts his arm around Kurt's shoulders and he's leading him to the parking lot and it kind of makes Blaine's heart ache.
"We should get going, son," William says, drawing Blaine from his thoughts. "Did you drive here?"
"I caught a ride with Finn."
"Very well. I'll drive us home. It was a pleasure meeting you, Santana."
"Likewise," she drawls.
William and Blaine cut through the crowd, William walking a few steps ahead of Blaine and his son trying to catch up.
"Honestly," William says the second the doors of the car close. "What were you boys thinking doing that dance?"
"Well, Kurt used it to audition and-"
"'Audition'?"
"Try out," Blaine amends, hoping he's not blushing, "And Finn thought it was a great idea so he had us all learn it. Something about team unity and-"
"It made you look like a bunch of fags."
And there is it. There. It. Is.
"Yeah, well, it won us the game."
William chuckles. "Not something you want to go around bragging about, son."
Blaine wants to kick something.
Kurt basks in the glow of his win the next day at school. People who barely know his name congratulate him in the halls and for once, he isn't thrown in the dumpster or even slushied.
Maybe this football thing could become permanent.
And not only did he successfully win his first high school football team. But, he came out to his dad. And it went alright.
His dad still loves him.
He's enjoying the praise from Tina and Mercedes, and even Artie join in during glee club when Mr. Schuester walks in and from behind him trails Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang and…
Blaine Anderson?
"Fresh off from their first victory of the season, welcome our three newest members."
As he lists off their names, Kurt and Blaine lock eyes. Blaine shoots him a shaky smile and Kurt doesn't know what to do.
He corners him after practice.
"What are you doing here?"
Blaine slides his messenger bag over his head and adjusts it on his shoulder. "I'm singing."
"Why? I mean, I thought your dad was against all things song and dance."
Blaine grins. "Exactly."
Kurt is still confused. But he kind of figures Blaine isn't going to reveal anything at the moment.
"Okay look, as long as you're in the club, there are ground rules."
"Such as?" And Blaine looks kind of amused.
"We're not suddenly going to be best friends. While we currently share two extracurricular activities, I still like the avoiding game we're playing. So we're keeping that up until further notice."
"Okay."
"Second, no disparaging comments against anyone. And no name-calling."
"Of course."
"And, third, don't even try to steal any solos that come my way. Should you break any of these rules, I will be forced to disclose to anyone what happened two summers ago at one Noah Puckerman's."
For the first time in the conversation, Blaine looks panicked.
"Kurt-"
"Don't worry. I don't believe in outing, I'm not that cruel."
"And I'm not gay."
"Right," Kurt kind of rolls his eyes. "Let's just settle on a truce or whatever, okay?"
And Kurt holds out his hand and Blaine hesitates for not even a second before he grabs.
They shake.
"See you tomorrow."
Blaine doesn't tell his dad he joined glee. He kind of likes the whole rebellious feeling that's coursing through his body right now.
When he gets home, the house is empty. He surfs through the music channels to find something to stress-relief himself with.
He lands on Single Ladies.
He smiles and cranks the volume.
AN- Oh, Blaine. You do that Single Ladies dance proud. Also, Blaine's dad is kind of an asshole. Just sayin'