Yay for fluff and shameless flirting!
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#2: Sports
Kurt and Blaine always met at the coffee shop down the road, before and after school. In the morning, it was (obviously) to grab some coffee to wake up, and in the afternoon, they just chatted and caught up with each other.
On rare occasions, Rachel and Mercedes would tag along on the weekends, and annoy the living hell out of Kurt.
Kurt loved his girls, he always would, but the constant teasing about Blaine nearly drove him over the edge, and a feeling where he wanted to jump up on the table and scream to the heavens that Blaine was not his boyfriend, just so that they would get the picture, was beginning to be a normal feeling around them. He secretly did want Blaine to be his boyfriend, but he knew that Blaine could never feel the same way. He was wrong, the girls could see that, and Blaine felt it, and the girls wanted to cut their wrists over the sexual tension between the two, because it was so very obvious that they were crazy about one another. They had given many hints to Blaine, but only got cold looks from Kurt.
But they had to get them together, so they stuck to embarrassing Kurt.
"So, Blaine..." Rachel drew his name out and wouldn't continue until he looked up. "You said that you liked football, right?" Blaine nodded, not quite sure where she was going with this, but Kurt caught on quickly, and his neck almost snapped because of how quickly he looked at Rachel, mouthing 'No!'
She ignored him, and continued. "Kurt used to play football, you know." She smiled and had to depress giggles when Blaine choked on his coffee and Kurt shot her a bitch-please glare.
"What? Kurt, you did?" Blaine asked, and Kurt blushed a deep red.
He began to explain, but Mercedes cut him off, already way ahead of him. "Oh, my boy was the best kicker they'd ever had." Blaine cocked an eyebrow at Kurt. "The game that Kurt won for them was the only game they won that season." Kurt growled at her, Blaine only stared.
"And why, Kurt, am I only now being told about this?" Blaine asked, disbelief tainting his voice.
Kurt swallowed. "Well, it's kind of a tender spot, I guess...I mean, the night of the game was the night that I came out to my Dad." Blaine nodded. "And honestly, I'm sure that there were better kickers than me." He looked down into his coffee.
Mercedes and Rachel laughed. "Kurt, have you seen the hall of fame at McKinley?" Kurt shook his head. "You're on it, babe."
Kurt eyebrows shot up. "Oh."
Blaine, still disbelieving, spoke up. "Well, I'd love to see this so-called amazing kicker in action." Kurt's eyes widened. "We're having a huge party at Wes' tomorrow, and there's gonna be a football game, and I'm sure we could use a kicker like you. It's always a big deal to us, and we treat it like a real major league game would be treated. All the guys' girlfriends that are cheerleaders will cheer for the team that they choose." Blaine explained. Kurt's eyes widened at the cheerleader part and saw Rachel opening her mouth, to comment on it, no doubt.
"Do not go there, Berry." He grabbed Blaine's arm. "Let's go."
"Where?" Blaine asked.
Kurt smirked. "My house. You're gonna help me find my old jersey."
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The next day, Saturday, was the day of the football game. Blaine had practically dragged Kurt to the sign up list for each team, and had signed them both up for the same one.
When the game was about to start, Kurt walked over to Blaine nervously. "Blaine?" Blaine looked up. "I-I don't know about this..." Kurt fumbled with the hem of his old red jersey.
Blaine laughed. "I'm sure you'll be...fine." Blaine said, patting his shoulder, but Kurt noticed something in his voice.
It sounded a lot like disbelief.
Kurt cocked his head. "Blaine? Do you not believe that I may be good at football?" He asked accusingly, and Blaine looked at him with amused eyes.
"Well, you are a bit...feminine..." Blaine said, and Kurt's jaw dropped.
"Oh, so you think that just because I'm a bit feminine that I can't be good at a sport?" Blaine started to protest, but Kurt held up his hand to silence him and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a CD and smiling at it.
"What's that?" Blaine asked curiously, and Kurt smirked at him.
"A mix CD. Blaine, prepare to be amazed." He said dramatically, and wiggled his fingers before running off in the other direction.
Blaine stared after him and shrugged, not knowing what would happen next.
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In the last few minutes in the game, Kurt still had not played. In fact, just about everyone else had, and they were exhausted. Kurt, out of anger, stood up and scolded his team for not letting him play. They were losing, and Kurt was the only possible lifeline they had.
So they put him in, and Kurt smiled.
They all took their positions, and when Kurt was about to kick, he stood straight up and cupped his mouth with one hand, pointing to the DJ with the other. "Hit it!" He yelled, and the field filled with the sound of 'Single Ladies.'
And Kurt began to dance his old warm-up routine.
Kurt ignored the giggles and face-palms around him, used to it, and after a few seconds, he kicked the ball, sending it across the field.
He scored.
A lot of things happened at once then. Everyone's jaw dropped, Kurt started giggling hysterically, the buzzer went off, Kurt's team won, and an eruption of cheers exploded throughout the field they had rented. It was like Deja vu, as Kurt would later explain to them, as Kurt was lifted up and cheered for.
When he was set down, he received many pats on the back from everyone and crashed into Blaine in a spine-crushing hug.
Kurt pulled away and laughed. "I guess I still got it..." He said.
"Kurt that was...unbelievable!" Blaine exclaimed. "I..." He trailed off as their eyes met.
Both of their smiles fell as they stared at each other, and the ear-piercing sounds of the cheers around them melted into a blur. And they don't know what came over them, but slowly, inch-by-inch, they drew closer, until their lips met.
They stood there, their lips pressed together, for what seemed like years before they both needed air and pulled away. They noticed at that moment that many pairs of eyes had fallen on them, and many smirks and nudges were passed around.
Blaine cleared his throat, blushing. "Um, let's...let's go..." He suggested.
"Fine with me." Kurt said quickly, embarrassed, and they ran off.
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