Bottom. Hehehehehe!

You can guess what this drabble is about.

Bottom

"She did what?!" shouted Kurt, his face furious red.

Blaine took his hand and held it tight. "Relax. It was n-"

"Hell no!" Kurt's hand twitched in Blaine's hold- he was that angry. "No one is calling my boyfriend a bottom!"

Blaine sighed. "I thought we said there was nothing wrong with bottoming."

Kurt opened his mouth and closed it several times. "Well, it's still not okay for her to say anything about our sex life because it's absolutely none of her business."

"You're right, but it was months ago and it doesn't bother me anymore."

Kurt frowned, but didn't continue arguing.

They both knew it wasn't over yet.

Kurt waited patiently. He couldn't just show up at McKinley to shout at a teacher, after all. So he waited.

It was right before Nationals that he finally had the chance. The Cheerios were performing at one of the last football games of the season, and Sue was going to be there… as well as Kurt. He was dressed impeccably that evening; with boots that had big, square heels to make sure he'll be taller than her and hair coiffed as high as humanly possible.

He didn't let Blaine know he will be there, saying he'll pick him up after the game and avoiding the subject otherwise.

He was smart about it, okay? He waited patiently until the end of the performance (filming Blaine with his phone during it, of course)- if Sue was going to get mad, she could choose to let it out on Blaine, so he might as well wait until Blaine's away from her.

When the game resumed and the Cheerios were cooling off in the distant side of the field, Kurt caught Sue walking away from them, towards the referee, and walked up to her with all the confidence he could master.

"Coach," he called, and she turned to face him, inexplicably smiling.

"If it isn't Porcelain Hummel. I like the heels," she said.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. "I like the tracksuit."

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he didn't dare to blink, refusing to lose the staring contest. She was the one to look away first, momentarily distracted by something behind his back before her attention returned to him.

He jumped on the opportunity to hit before she could. "Listen, Dragon Lady. I'm going to be very clear about this. Blaine is the best Cheerio you've ever had, class president, straight-A's student, the greatest singer in this school, a star by all accounts, and above all, he is my boyfriend. And no one, whoever they are, calls my boyfriend a bottom. Including you, Sue Sylvester. I can see how our sex life might be appealing to you, but I assure to you that it is none of your concerns and you will not tease Blaine about it, otherwise I will make sure your little Cheerios are going down, and not coming back. Blaine was too kind-hearted to do that, but let me tell you this- I am most definitely not. So you better stay away from him, Coach Sue," he ended furiously, snarling her title as if it were a curse word.

"Porcelain," she smiled at him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I never thought I'd say this, but I am proud of you."

That surprised Kurt too much to keep up his angry expression. "Wh-"

"Look at you, being all angry and finally standing up to yell at people. That's how I taught you to act. Whether you like it or not, after all this time, you're like me."

He backed away. "I am nothing like you!"

"Oh, Porcelain. Of course you are," shook her head, somehow still looking down at him although he was, indeed, taller than her.

Kurt fought the best he could against the childish urge to call out am not!

"Kurt!"

He turned around, smiling widely at Blaine as he approached. "Hey baby."

Blaine grabbed his hand as soon as he was within reach, and kissed his cheek. "Oh, hey, coach."

She grinned at him. "Good job with the last drill, Other Gay. Twinkle Tush, enjoy your night," she said with a raised eyebrow, then nodded at him in farewell, and left.

"Did she… did she just say my last drill was good? And then wished you a good night?"

"I believe so." Kurt grabbed Blaine's other hand, and pulled him closer.

"Have you threatened her, Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt's face was blank. "I have no idea what you're talking about."