I think I never did both Cheerio!Blaine and Cheerio!Kurt in the same fic, right? Well, here you go! :)

Captain

"Anderson!"

Blaine jumped, stumbling to his feet, feeling dizzy from lying on the floor for so long and getting up abruptly. "Yes, captain?"

Captain Hummel crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you just lie here for half an hour since practice ended?"

Blaine rubs the back of his neck. "Um…"

"That's absolutely terrible for your muscles, I hope you're aware of that."

His gaze drops to the floor. "I know. I was tired."

"Being tired is not an excuse. We have a game on Saturday, we can't let our best Cheerio have a pulled muscle."

His eyes shoot back up. "W-what?"

"Oh, like it's a surprise. You know you're much better than all of those girls that can barely lift each other, let alone kick as high as you do." He walks closer to Blaine as he talks, and Blaine's blushing furiously.

Kurt Hummel, cheerleading captain, who performs the best high-kicks of all time, thinks his high-kick is good.

Score.

"Thank you, captain."

Captain Hummel's lips quirk up. "Do you need help stretching, Blaine?"

How does he reply to that? "Um. Yeah, sure."

"Lie down."

His stomach swoops as he complies. Captain Hummel grabs his leg, and after Blaine straightens it (it hurts- he really should've stretched right after practice ended) he starts pushing it back towards Blaine's chest.

Blaine does his best not to groan; it hurts, really, really hurts, but he's not gonna let Captain Hummel hear him whine about it.

He makes Blaine hold the pose for a few seconds, and then moves on to the other leg. When he's done, Blaine sits up and spreads his legs to the sides as far as he can, leaning forward.

Captain Hummel crouches next to him. "You're never this tired after a practice, and you never forget stretching. Is something wrong, Blaine?"

Blaine bites his lip, straightening his back. He's been spending every drop of energy on practicing lately, trying to impress a certain Cheerio who's currently making his palm sweat and heartbeat quicken. "No, captain."

"You can call me Kurt, Blaine." His voice caresses Blaine like a warm touch.

"N-no, nothing is wro-wrong, Kurt."

"Okay. Finish stretching; I'll see you tomorrow for practice. Bye," he whispers, and vanishes, leaving Blaine lightheaded and fuzzy, with the picture of a pair of bright glasz eyes burnt behind his eyelids.