Blaine donned the old pads that had sat in the back of his closet for years, ever since he had played recreational football in middle school. He had loved playing, but music had become his focus, and football more of a hobby. When he found out that there was going to be a summer league for adults, he was first to sign up.
"You look like a real football player!" Kurt exclaimed.
Blaine smiled. He knew he had brought Kurt to tryouts for a good reason. Blaine ran onto the field and got in line with the other players.
"First, we're going to see who can tackle, so everyone in the front line, you're going to be the tacklers, and the back line, the ones being tackled," the coach said.
Blaine was unfortunately in the back line, and the man who was tackling him was twice his size. The man charged at Blaine like a rhinoceros, knocking him to the ground instantly.
Kurt cringed when he heard Blaine's body hit the ground. "Are you okay?" Kurt yelled.
Blaine got to his feet slowly and gave Kurt a thumbs up.
"Is that your boyfriend?" the man who tackled him asked.
"Yeah," Blaine said hesitantly. He knew how football players usually felt about homosexuality, especially in his experience.
"Cool. Mine's at work today, or he'd be here too. And these guys are all cool with it." He slapped Blaine on the shoulder.
Blaine sighed, now filled with relief. He gave Kurt another thumbs up, proud to have him here.