AN: This is my not-very-long yet highly-amusing-to-write chapter in which I establish Kurt, Blaine, Sam and Finn's rise to McKinley power through the world of sports. It's really just a lot of filler, but damn it all if this wasn't fun to write. I seriously love writing this story, it never gives me headaches like Feral and One and Only do. (Those are my other, more stressful stories, for those of you who don't know.) I also think it's my best, which isn't saying much, and is probably only is because it's the only one my cousin likes enough to check-over for me. (I love him anyway though.)

So read on, my friends.

Waking up in Blaine's arms will never lose its novelty. It's even better now that we have our gems of Amara, because sunlight can come streaming down on our intertwined bodies, just like it does in the movies. Seriously, it's amazing. And it just gets better when he wakes up and pulls me on top of him for morning kisses, which he just so happened to do about a few minutes ago. Nothing can ruin the incredible feeling that comes with morning kisses.

"Hey, Kurt?"

Except Finn in our doorway. I swear, if Sam sent him up here...

"What, Finn?" I asked, not even bothering to cover up my annoyance. He should know better then to come in our room when we're both home anyway. There's no telling what he could walk in on.

"Well, um, first off, I'm sorry I made you have to remove your lips from Blaine's-"

"Just ask whatever it was Finn! I don't plan on keeping them removed for long!"

Blaine growled at that, and grabbed my hair to yank my face back down to his.

"NO DON'T DO THAT! I just wanted to tell you that Sam said we're going to be late for school unless we leave in ten minutes!"

It's sad that my first thought was 'I knew Sam sent him up here!'. Luckily, Blaine caught on immediatley.

"Shit!"

I did not appreciate being flung to the floor when he tried to jump up with me on top of him.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry."

I picked my head up from the floor slowly. He pulled me up easily, and set me on his lap, smoothing down my hair tentively. It's a good thing too, because I depend on calming actions such as this to keep me from throwing Finn into a vat of Holy Water most mornings. (I wasn't a morning person as a human, and isn't it just surprising that becoming a creature of the night didn't help with that any?)

"Dude, did you break something?"

I turned to glare at Finn.

"Just go, Hudson. Just go."

Fortunately, everything was better by the time we got to school. Sam had picked up a couple of hookers last night and saved them for breakfast this morning (though they must have been on something, because they tasted kind of strange...) and I found Quinn, Brittney and Santana waiting for me at my locker.

"Hey boys, we need to talk to the head bitch alone."

Have I mentioned how much I love Santana? Seriously, that girl is on her way to becoming my best friend. (Who isn't dead.) I nodded, removing my hand from Blaine's and leaving the three boys I spend most of my time with.

"So, what can I do for you ladies?" I was using my 'holier-than-thou' tone. I figure girls like these (or atleast Quinn and Santana) will appreciate it.

"It's simple, really." Quinn was walking next to me with her hands on her hips. "The Cheerios and the football team rule this school. Glee club? Not so much." She didn't pause at all, completely bussiness. "But you and you're litrtle posse are already getting a lot of attention and respect. You're boyfriend punched Azimio yesterday just because he called you a fag, and every girl in school has the hots for at least one of you. That automatically puts you four close to the top, and after only a week here. That means that you have the potential to completely rule the school, and possibly pull glee club out of the social rut it's in."

"What Q here is trying to say in a really complicated way," cut in Santana, "we want you to join Cheerios, and get your harem boys on the football team. That way, you four will be at the top of the school, and nobody will mess with glee club because you will be in it." She ignored Quinn glaring at her. "So, are you in?"

I smirked at them slightly.

"Oh, we're in."

As much as I despise anything made of a fabric blend, I do look pretty damn hot in my Cheerios outfit. The girls got me to audition with Coach Sylvester (who took an immediate liking to me, and vice-versa, which is apparently close to unheard of) and I am officially on the squad. Coach Sylvester even said she's decided to create all new routines with me in mind. (Quinn was a little miffed about that, but I did manage to learn the entire dance the girls showed me in one go, kick above my head, and jump off a pyramid and backflip three times before having a perfect landing, so my immediate star status could only be expected.) Then she stormed out yelling something about getting fireworks for the next football game.

Blaine and the boys were all for joining the team when I asked them during history, (an extremely amusing class, seeing as Blaine corrects half of what the teacher says, and is always right about it) Finn and Sam because they wanted to make themselves even more appealing to high school girls, and while Blaine likes football, I think his eagerness to agree was influenced a bit by the fact that I was wearing my uniform when I asked. (Apparently they wear the uniforms every day, and while I'm not a huge fan of that particular notion, it is obvious that respect is given to anyone who wears the McKinley red and white.)

I haven't had anyone try to slushie me (and I know those three Blaine got rid of weren't the only ones who do that shit), and the girls from glee were all insanely impressed with my new position on the Cheerios. Mike was thrilled when Sam told him about planning to join the team, and promised to get them auditions (Blaine said they're called try-outs, but whatever) that afternoon at practice. So I therefor had to attend that afternoon's football practice, naturally. You know, for moral support. (And if I left right after school Blaine would end up driving fifteen minutes home with Finn and Sam in the back seat. I love Blaine, but even I'll admit that he's really testy when driving. Or being driven. Or when he gets within a few feet of a car. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that he lived in a time of horses and carriges and whatnot.)

Being a gay male, you might assume I'd enjoy watching football, or any type of sport really, if just for the eye candy. Yeah, I don't. Have you ever actually looked at a high school football team? Most of them are overweight, and have buzz cuts. The only truely attractive ones were Blaine, Sam, Finn, Mike, and Puck. And you can't even oogle them when they have on those ridiculous shoulder pads, and stupid pants that are basically really tight caprees. How am I supposed to gaze adoringly in to Blaine's eyes from across the field if I can't even see his eyes thanks to those damn helmets? It's not like Blaine even needs one; He's going to be the wide reciever, which means all he has to do is catch the ball and run. Seriously, it's not like any of these fifteen to eighteen year olds would be able to stop a four hundred year old vampire unless he let them.

Still, I promised I'd watch, and while I am many things, a liar is not one of them. (Or well, it is, but not to Blaine.)

First up was Sam, who was going out for the role of QB, which stands for quarterback and is the one who throws the ball. They had a bunch of hoops for him to throw through, and he threw the football through them easily, never missing. This was apparently very impressive, seeing as the team's actual quarterback only made four out of the ten.

Finn was trying out (coughcough auditioning coughcough) to be a lime man or something, I'm not really sure. Basically, he pushes away people trying to jump on top of Sam. So the coach had a couple of really big guys run at Sam, and Finn and another boy were supposed to stop them from turning Sam in to a pancake. (You know, flat.) I think Finn did well, considering he stopped both boys, instead of just the one he was assigned.

Blaine was last, and he was apparently going out for two positions. Wide reciever and guy-who-takes-down-the-other-team's-wide-reciever. (He didn't tell me the name for that part/position/who-gives-a-fuck. So Sam threw the ball to the team's actual wide-reciever, who just so happened to be Puck, much to my amusement, and Blaine tackled him every time (even when he missed, which was about half the time), despite the boys who were crowded around trying to keep him away. Then Sam thew the ball to Blaine, who caught it every time and always ran past the goal thing.

By the end of the practice the coach (Coach Bieste) had placed them all in the starting line-up (which is awesome, according to Sam) and Blaine had been voted team captain. (The old captain had been the quarterback, but he quit as soon as Sam had won the coveted part.)

So yeah, everything was going according to plan.

AN: I know, I know, Finn technically plays as the quarterback on glee. But so does Sam, and I couldn't let them both have it, and Finn is larger so I made him a line-man. (Lol, Kurt.) I, tapping in to my stereotypical lesbian side, actually played football in middle school. That was a while ago though, so I'm not exactly an expert. (I didn't really know a lot about it then, either. I just ran into huge dudes a lot. I mostly did it to be spiteful, and wore bright pink cleats just to be a bitch.) Luckily, this is Kurt POV, so I didn't have to write about football acurately.

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this mostly plot-less chapter. I have three main plotlines coming up, and I'm starting at least one of them next chapter. I'm excited.