Monday morning, Kurt was ready to take on whatever McKinley could throw at him. Over the weekend, word had gotten out about his relationship with Blaine, and to say they were shocked was an understatement. Questions flooded Kurt’s ears the moment he walked into school, wondering if it was true that Kurt Hummel, the head Cheerio was really dating Blaine Anderson. Kurt ignored the questions, and when Jacob Ben Israel came around the corner with his ‘camera crew’, they earned themselves a kick in the shin with Versace boots, and a camera slapped to the floor.

As he finally made his way to his locker, a curly haired, glasses-free Blaine Anderson stood leaning against the row of lockers. Kurt’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes unabashedly checked out his gorgeous looking boyfriend, who was wearing a pair of dark washed skinny jeans, with a form-fitting sweater that had been rolled to his elbows, the collar of a button-up shirt peeking out. “Oh….my….god,” Kurt said breathlessly, as he walked up to him, still looking him over.

Blaine laughed lightly, and watched his boyfriend open his locker, but didn’t fail to notice how Kurt’s eyes kept glancing over to him, “If I had known different clothes, no glasses, and hardly any gel would get this reaction from you, I would’ve gotten a makeover ages ago.”

Kurt shut his locker with a bang, and turned to face Blaine, his voice increasing with speed as he spoke, “You look positively mouthwatering. I don’t think this is going to work. We shouldn’t have thrown out your old wardrobe because now this means that there will be other people staring at you and I can’t have that because you’re mine and I don’t want anyone else to-“

Blaine listened to Kurt babble on with raised eyebrows, but when he started to ramble on about nothing, he kissed him silent. “Calm down, Kurt. I’m pretty sure you’re the only one interested in me, but even if you aren’t you’re the only one I want,” Blaine soothed.

Kurt nodded, and touched his lips softly with the tips of his fingers. Yeah, having a boyfriend was something he was going to have to get used to.

Kurt took Blaine’s hand in his own, and if that kiss didn’t confirm their relationship, the starry look in Blaine’s eyes held enough love to get rid of any one’s doubts.

Blaine stood in the locker room, as he changed into some black shorts and a McKinley Physical Education shirt. Kurt stood in front of him, and held his face in between his slender fingers, “You’ve got this Blaine. I have faith in you. But remember, if this turns out for the worst I still love you, and I will no matter what. If this doesn’t work, I promise we’ll still be together, I’ll turn in my Cheerio uniform and-“

Once again, Blaine silenced his boyfriend with a kiss. “Kurt, it will be fine. I love you too,” Blaine urged.

Blaine walked out of the locker room, with Kurt going his separate way outside to sit on the cold wooden benches with a few others. Boys stood in a line on the mat as Coach Beiste walked up and down the line, sizing them up. She paused a moment when she noticed Blaine, noting his small stature and seemingly lack of muscle.

”Alright, you pansies, Fight Club isn’t for everyone. It gets messy, bloody, and it’s nothing to walk away with a broken bone. By the end of today, this number of 27 will have gone down to about 12, maybe less. Show me what you’ve got. There are punching bags, weights, and you can even spar with each other. Once I’ve decided who makes the cut, you’ll be running two miles every day, and weightlifting and work outs after school until 4. If there is any problem with you meeting these requirements, leave now,” Beiste concluded in her booming voice.

At her words, a few of the guys walked out, cutting the number to 20. Blaine only shrugged, brushing off her words. The remaining boys went their separate ways, Blaine choosing to use a bench press, and placed a total weight of 180 on it. He easily breezed through several repetitions on the bench press, and moved to the ring of others to spar.

By the end of the practice, there were 17 guys left, and once again Beiste stood in front of them, rereading her notes from earlier. Blaine stood as one of the remaining, his arms layered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his curls sticking to his shiny forehead. Kurt watched nervously, his leg shaking and his bottom lip worried between his teeth.

Beiste read the list, those called walking out with achieved expressions, “….Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine smiled brightly, and looked up to Kurt for approval. He gave Blaine a thumbs up, then squealed and clapped as he ran to meet Blaine as he walked away from the group. “You did it, Blaine! I’m so proud of you!” Kurt exclaimed and pecked him on the cheek.

This day just got even better, because Mission: Blaine Anderson – Remade was now even more achievable. Blaine just had to win a few fights, and soon enough he would be in his rightful place on the top of the McKinley pyramid, along with his Cheerio boyfriend.