Blaine looked around and it seemed the only person who was bothered by his antics was his father. “I’m texting Kurt.” Blaine hadn’t really talked to his parents about Kurt figuring they wouldn’t want a reminder of their sons homosexuality, but he wasn’t going to outright lie to them.

“Is Kurt one of your friends from Dalton?” His father inquired, surprising Blaine.

“No, he’s… I don’t know I guess you could say he’s my friend.” Blaine said with a shrug.

He noticed a dark look pass over his father’s face, “What do you mean you don’t know, it’s not really that hard of a question? Who is this boy?” Mr. Anderson spoke in a harsh whisper as if afraid someone might over hear him.

Blaine took a breath, trying to push any nerves away before responding, “He’s not just a friend, we’ve gone on a date, right before Christmas. We talk a lot, but he’s not my boyfriend, yet. I don’t know what to call him, he’s just Kurt.” Blaine turned back to his phone which had buzzed three times in his lap during this exchange.

“You’ve been going out on dates with… boys” His father nearly spat the last word at him. The venom in his father’s voice made Blaine snap his eyes to see the disgust lacing his father’s face.

He said in a normal tone of voice, not bothering to lower it, what did Blaine care what other people thought, “Yes, dad I have been on a date with a boy, you know, because I am gay. Remember I told you a few years ago.”

“YOU are NOT GAY!” His father said forcefully still not speaking above a whisper, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening to them. “You are going to grow out of this phase, find a nice girl and start a family.”

Blaine stood up and looked down at his father, “It is not some phase that I am going through. I like boys. I look at girls and… nothing. Do you honestly think I would put myself through all the hatred that I have had to face, if I wasn’t truly one hundred percent gay? Do you think I enjoy you looking at me that way? God Dad, I thought you even if you didn’t like it that you accepted the fact that I am gay.”

“Lower, your voice Blaine Michael Anderson. You are causing a scene. Sit down.”

“I think I’ll go wait over here.” He said as he grabbed his carry on and moved to sit two aisles away from his family.

He looks down and reads the texts from Kurt; the first is just a reply about a date on Friday (dinner at the Hummel’s followed by a movie), the next two were asking if Blaine was still there.

I’m here, just had a fight with my dad in the middle of the airport. Apparently he thought my being gay was just a phase. ~B

He waited for a response, and wasn’t disappointed when less than a minute a reply came.

I’m sorry : ( I hope he comes around. What brought this around anyway?

Blaine was used to blunt questions from Kurt, they always talked openly with each other. In their talks over the last two weeks they grew closer, because of this openness.

I told him about you, that we went on a date. He wasn’t pleased.

Blaine’s heart stopped when the only response he receive from Kurt was “I’m sorry.”

It’s not you, you have nothing to be sorry about. I don’t care what he thinks, it is not going to stop me seeing you. He is gone most of the time anyway so I don’t know how he thinks he could stop me anyway. I won’t let my dad’s narrow-mindedness take away the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.

Blaine sent the message and then began to panic as he reread what he just sent. Yes, they had been open with each other, but they had kept the subject of their feelings closed. Blaine knew Kurt wanted to take things slow and he was sure that this bluntness was anything but slow. Blaine cringed when he felt the phone buzz.
Do you really mean it?

Another message quickly followed.

Wait! Don’t answer that, we can talk more after dinner tomorrow. I have to go to work in a minute anyway.

Blaine sent a message back saying he would be over at six. And started to put his phone away when his phone went off again.

If it makes you feel better, I think my dad likes you. He has been asking about you. : )

It did ease the hurt a little knowing that at least someone’s dad approved of him.

Burt had been asking about Blaine. In fact when Kurt showed up at the shop a short time later Burt did just that.

“So, Is Blaine coming for dinner tomorrow?” Those were the first words out of Burt’ mouth when Kurt walked in the office.

“Yes… hey dad, did you ever think my being gay was just a phase?” Kurt asked before he could stop himself. Since his ‘conversation’ with Blaine, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Burt took his hat off and rubbed the top of his head, as he replaced it he spoke, “You know, not really, I think before you told me you were gay, I thought maybe I was reading too much into it. I think it was wishful thinking, not because I didn’t love you, but because I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy road for you if you were gay. I mean let’s face it buddy, not everyone is as accepting as they should be. But no, I knew that you were who you are. Why do you ask?”

Kurt sighed taking the seat across from his dad, “Blaine got into a fight with his dad, about me I guess. His dad thought it was just a phase but now that we’re kind of dating, he didn’t like it. At least that is what I am guessing.”

“That’s rough. You do realize this is not your fault right. This is something that would have happened whether it was you or someone else, right? This is Blaine’s father’s problem, not yours or Blaine’s. There is nothing you can really do to change this. Poor Blaine, that must be rough.” Burt looked Kurt right in the eyes with his steady strong gaze.

“Do you like Blaine?” Kurt asked not braking eye contact.
“He seems like a good kid, he’s polite, and he seems to like you. So sure, I like him. Of course, if he hurts you I wouldn’t hesitate to kick his ass, but until then he’s on my good list.” Both men smiled. “Do you like him?”

Kurt was surprised that his dad was asking this, but he figures he opened this line of questioning. “You know, I really think I do dad.”

Another smile broke out on Burt’s face, “Good, now get to work.”

Friday found Kurt hurrying home from the garage, running late. He lost track of time while he was installing a new alternator in an old Chevy. He like working on classic cars so much better than the newer computerized ones and his dad always made sure to give them to Kurt when he could. Kurt arrived home with only about fifteen minutes to get ready before Blaine was due to arrive.

Kurt rushed to take a shower and clean off the grime he accumulated throughout the day working in the garage. He quickly fixed his hair and moisturized. He was applying the last serum to his face and hands when a gentle knock came at the door. “Come in” he yelled expecting to see Carole telling him Blaine was downstairs. Instead when he turned around Blaine himself was standing in the doorway to his bathroom.

Kurt leapt up of the chair and brought him into a bone-crushing hug. “Blaine, it’s good to see you.”

Blaine’s previously somber face broke out into a heart-breaking smile. “It’s great to see you too, I missed you.”

“You get to meet Rachel tonight, she’s coming over for dinner with Finn.” Kurt said excitedly retaking his seat to finish up. “Let me just finish moisturizing, I just got out of the shower.”

Blaine stood next to Kurt as he rubbed some kind of lotion into his hands. He inspected the various bottles lining the vanity in Kurt’s bath. Blaine chuckled, “I always wondered how you kept you hands so soft after working on cars all day.”

Kurt’s smile was brilliant. “Trust me, it took me a while to find a system that works.” He finished rubbing in the lotion and led Blaine downstairs to the kitchen. Carole was finishing up dinner and Kurt went to help. Blaine sat on the stool watching as Kurt glided effortlessly around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and chatting with Carole. Blaine told Carole about the ski resort and the reading he got done, not being a big skier himself. She laughed when he told her he wasn’t sure why they went there in the first place since no one in his family skied.

Blaine was surprised how at home he felt in the Hummel household, he hadn’t felt this comfortable at home, at least while his parents were there in years. As soon as Finn came in Kurt ordered him to set the table while he introduced Rachel to Blaine.

“You have a great voice, of course I knew we were going to beat you even before we performed, but you competed admirably.” She said sitting beside him.

Before he could form a response, Kurt retorted. “You’ll have to forgive Rachel, she has no filter, and has yet to learn how real people interact. Let me translate. ‘You have talent, but it is hard for me to admit that so I am going to make a comment that belittles any amount of confidence you may have garnered from my compliment.’ Now Rachel what would you like to drink?”

Blaine stared in amazement at the boy in front of him as he bantered with the brunette. He took a very awkward situation and defused it with just a couple of sentences. By the time Mr. Hummel came down the stairs, the table was set and the conversation was light and friendly.
Blaine basked in the warmth of the room, of the people gathered there. Part of him was sad to see the meal come to an end, but reminded himself that it also meant alone time with Kurt.

The two of them said goodbye and headed out the door. “Hey, Kurt? Instead of going to the movies, what do you think about just going get coffee and talk?”

The smile on Kurt’s face said it all, “I would like that.”

So the evening found them sitting together in the Lima Bean on one of the two couches huddled in the corner of the shop. The talk was light and happy until the subject of school was brought up, then a shadow seemed to pass over Kurt.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked in concern.

“Well, when school starts, that means Karofsky’s back and I’m just not sure I am ready to face him again. Either it could be no big deal, or he could just be even angrier than he was before. Coach Sylvester says that he will be expelled if he tries anything again, but I still worry a little bit. I’ve gotten used to school being halfway okay since David left, I just don’t want it to go back. I mean Principal Figgins is back in charge, so who knows what will happen.” Kurt said, not quite meeting Blaine’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, I totally forgot that he was coming back. You know that if you ever need me I will be right there, right?”

Kurt laughed, quickly explaining when a look of hurt shot through Blaine’s hazel eyes. “Blaine, you live two hours away, but I understand what you mean. And thank you.”
Kurt sipped his coffee a moment before turning again to Blaine, “Did you really mean it when you said I was the best thing that happened to you in a long time?”

Blaine took a moment to swallow the coffee he had just brought into his mouth, thankful he hadn’t spit it across the room. “Yeah, I did. You are an amazing person Kurt, I like to spend time with you. I really like you.”

“I like you too, Blaine. This is nice, being in the same room together, seeing each other, just talking. Thanks.”
Their conversation turned again to random subjects as they came up.

When Blaine dropped Kurt off at his house an hour later, they exchanged hugs and promises to text each other later. As Blaine drove away, Kurt felt a little disappointed that Blaine hadn’t tried to kiss him. Little did he know Blaine was thinking the same thing.

Returning to school meant it was harder for the boys to get together. The Warblers still held practices and the New Directions were gearing up for Regionals. The two hour drive made it harder to plan dates. Kurt was still helping his dad in the shop, because they were short staffed, the week after Blaine returned from Aspen, one of the guys broke his arm and couldn’t work for six weeks. Burt tried to work the schedule so he wouldn’t have to use Kurt on weekends, but something always seemed to happen, a kids birthday party, someone calling in sick. So the boys managed to keep in touch, via Facebook, texting, Skype and late night phone calls that lasted entirely too long.

When Kurt saw Karofsky back a McKinley he knew that things were not alright, but they were better than they had been. Instead of physical or verbal abuse from the boy, all Kurt received was hateful glares and almost inaudible mutterings.
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“It’s crazy, so apparently Coach Sylvester wants to shoot Brittany out of a canon. I mean the girl is pretty simple, but even she is scared.” Kurt told Blaine animatedly over coffee one Saturday morning in late January. “I think Mr. Shue is going to try and intervene, he canceled Glee Club yesterday, so I assume he was going to try and help.”

Blaine looked at Kurt, trying to decide if he was pulling his leg, deciding that he was serious, Blaine asked, “Why would Coach Sylvester want to endanger one of her cheerleaders?”

“She is… competitive, I think she would do anything to win. She gets bored and thinks she has to top herself. All I can say is, I am glad I am not a Cheerio anymore, I value my life.”

Blaine choked on his coffee. He sputtered, “You… were a… cheerleader?”

“Yes.” The word was simple but the look on Kurt’s face was complex, a mixture of challenge, embarrassment, and pride.

“Really?” Blaine raised his eyebrows to the boy sitting across from him, “that is kind of… hot.”

A blush raised up Kurt’s cheeks, “Good to know, but I won’t be rejoining the team anytime soon. I told you before there is a lot more to me than meets the eye. It is your job to find it out.”

They enjoyed the rest of their coffee talking about Kurt’s time as a Cheerio and how he joined the team.
Soon, it was time for them to go to their movie. There wasn’t much playing that interested both boys, but they thought it would be a nice change of pace from their usual, coffee or dinner and just talking. Blaine insisted on paying for the tickets while Kurt bought the popcorn and drinks. The picked what they thought was a light romantic comedy, ‘No Strings Attached’. The couple made it into the theatre just as the previews were about to start and found seats near the back of the theatre.
Sitting down Kurt took Blaine’s hand in his giving him a confident smile. Unfortunately the boys’ confidence and comfort did not last long. When the couple on screen started undressing and going after each other, the boys felt heat rise to their faces. Suddenly the contact didn’t feel as sweet and innocent as it had moments before. Now, taking a handful of popcorn out of the bucket sitting in Kurt’s lap made Blaine anxious. Sensing this Kurt moved the bucket to the hand previously clasping Blaine’s. Neither boy looked at each other throughout the rest of the movie. Even during the non-sex scenes they couldn’t bring themselves to glance at the other. Both were thankful when the movie was over and they could rush from their seats to return to the cold outside.

The car ride back to Kurt’s house was quiet, neither boys quite sure what to say about the movie. As they neared Kurt’s street, Blaine finally smiled at Kurt, “I guess next time we should actually read reviews of the movies we want to see.”

That did it, the tension evaporated as Kurt laughed, Blaine joining him. “Yes, I think that may be a good idea. But it was great getting to spend time with you. I have missed being in the same space as you.”

This elicited another smile out of Blaine, “Yeah, it was nice, that part of it.”

They pulled up to Kurt’s house and Kurt turned once more to the boy in the driver’s seat, “Call me later, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of not, Good night.”

Kurt hesitated for a moment, wanting to just kiss the amazing boy beside him, but in the end, he lost the nerve and kissed him on the cheek instead. Hopping out of the car, he smiled at Blaine and bid him a goodnight.

Blaine sat with Wes and David in David’s room, playing video games. He had tried to refrain from talking in detail about his relationship with Kurt to the other boys, not really wanting to share this even with his best friends, but he needed help.

“How long did you date your girlfriends before you kissed?” he asked keeping his eye on the action on screen.
Wes stole a glance at Blaine before answering, “About a month, but we were fifteen.”

David laughed, “With Janice, about half-way through the first date. Why?”

Blaine looked down at the controller in his hand not really caring that his character was going to die. His voice was so quiet the other boys had to strain to hear him. “I haven’t kissed Kurt yet.”

Wes paused the game, knowing this was a conversation that didn’t need to be punctuated by explosions. “Why not? Don’t you want to?”

“Have you seen Kurt? He is gorgeous and smart, and he has an amazing voice. I like everything about him, of course I want to!”

David couldn’t help but chuckle, “We’ll have to take your word on that, I look at him and just see a guy.” Blaine gave him an incredulous look, “Okay, I am secure enough in my sexuality to admit that as far as men go, Kurt is up there on the hotness scale. So why haven’t you kissed him?”

Blaine buried his face in his hands and said, “I want to, god I want to, but the one time I tried he practically ran out of my house. He told me later that he just wants to take it slow…”

Wes looked at Blaine seriously, “When was this?”

“When we went shopping just before Christmas.”

“Your first date?” David tried to confirm.

“No, that wasn’t an official date, but almost.”

“And that was a month ago, so why haven’t you tried again?” Wes asked.

Blaine sighed, “I don’t want him to reject me again, I’m afraid if I try he will leave. I really like him and don’t want to risk it.”

“Blaine,” David said, making the smaller boy look at him, “If you don’t just go for it you might lose him anyway. There is taking things slow and there is stagnation. It’s not like you guys don’t know each other, you talk on the phone every night, I see you texting him all the time. You walk around like a love sick puppy every time I see you. Now, I can’t speak for Kurt, but I would say you are head over heels for him. Go for it.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I should just go for it. Next time I see him I am going to kiss him.” A smile crept on to Blaine’s face, and stayed plastered there as he thought about Kurt.

Kurt walked into the choir room a felt as if he walked into his worst nightmare. Sitting on one side of the room were his glee friends, but on the other side stood the football team. No one in the room looked happy, Kurt hurried to sit between Finn and Mercedes. Puck nodded his head seriously at Kurt, silently telling him they had his back.

Mr. Shue entered the room with Coach Beiste, “Okay guys, I would like you to welcome the football team, they are the newest members of the Glee Club.” He announced.

Fighting erupted in the room about the jocks attitude towards the glee guys, especially Kurt. Apparently, the quiet hate, was louder in the locker room. Kurt listened in shock as Shue explained that Sue switched the cheerleading competition and the glee club with the football team would be the half time show. Part of him was excited about the idea for the mash-up but he was dreading having to work in close proximity with the jerks who for years made his life a living hell. Of course if he really thought about it Puck and even to some extent Finn used to be one of those guys.

Kurt resolved himself that he would make the most of it. Then he looked over and saw Karofsky glaring daggers at him, like it was his fault he was stuck singing and dancing for a week.

The first two days of rehearsal went great, the mash up was going great, and the football players didn’t even protest too much to the makeup lesson. Wednesday was when the shit hit the proverbial fan. Finn had approached the group with the idea for a zombie number of “She’s not there” for the boys to do. After working it up, they presented it to the two teachers and the girls. It wasn’t until the group was walking down the hall to wash off the zombie makeup that it happened.

Kurt who was walking at the back of the group anyways, saw the hockey players with the dreaded slushee cups and shrank even further back. The glee kids knew what those cups meant, everyone being on the receiving end at least once. When the wall of icy sticky mess hit, it landed on the people who had previously been the throwers.

The unforgiving part of Kurt, relished in the cries that emitted from the jocks, but he helped the rest of the guys steer them to the locker room to clean up. Kurt didn’t dare try and touch any of the boys, figuring that any goodwill they may have earned so far this week was now over, instead he gathered towels for the boys to clean and dry their faces with.

Kurt was just walking back into the locker room with a fresh stack of towels when he heard Karofsky yell, “I’m not going out there!”

In the end, the only people left on the football team were the five glee guys. Each hung their heads knowing their chance of a championship had just washed down the drain with corn syrup and red food coloring.

That afternoon Kurt met up with Blaine at a coffee shop halfway between Lima and Westerville. “I know Finn is really upset, he really wanted to win this game, but there is no way with only five players.”

“Well, actually, you only need four more to play, regulations will let them play without a full team.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, “If they could just find more four more people, they could at least try.”

“You are a genius, I’m sorry I have to go, I need to talk to the girls. Would you come to the game Friday night?” Before Blaine could answer Kurt kissed him on the cheek (stupid cheek!) and ran out the door not even bothering to pick up his coffee.

Coach Beiste was in glee club the next day announcing that they would have to forfeit the game. Kurt stood up, nodding to the girls.

“I would like to join coach.” He said with that air of confidence only Kurt was able to pull off.

“Well that’s nice, but…” the coach started.

“I was on the team last year, I am a great kicker, I never missed a shot…”

“Goal” Finn corrected.

“Whatever, you only need four more player to play, it doesn’t matter how good they are as long as they can take the field. So I propose, you let me Rachel, Tina and Mercedes on the team. They have permission slips from their parents.”

“You do realize that it hurts when you get tackled right Kurt?”

“I am gay, it doesn’t mean I am weak, I thought you of all people would know that Mr. Shue.”

“You’re right Kurt, Girls what about you?”

“We figured we could just lay down and let the boys do the actual work. It’s not that we don’t think we can do it, but I don’t like the idea of being thrown down on the ground by hulking linebackers.” Rachel said, with the same determination as Kurt.

“You know, this may work.”

Blaine was nervous, by the time Friday rolled around, he met Kurt at his house, before heading to the school for the game in Kurt’s navigator with Finn, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel. There was something off about Kurt, he seemed nervous, and Blaine couldn’t figure out what would be so nerve racking about watching a football game. When they arrived, Finn left to go to the locker room and Kurt turned to Blaine. “Okay, go sit with my dad and Carole and I’ll see you when the game is over.”

“But, aren’t you sitting with me?” Blaine asked confused.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m playing. I have to run.” And that Kurt did he turned and followed Finn to the locker rooms.
Blaine sat beside Burt, toying with his scarf, terrified of what could happen to Kurt during the game. He wanted more time to ask Kurt exactly what he would be doing. He glanced over at Mr. Hummel and saw him rubbing his hands on his thighs nervously. Apparently, Carole noticed as well, because she grabbed his hand saying, “It will be okay.”

“He’s just so small. I mean he’s grown about four inches since last year, but… I just don’t want him to get hurt.” Burt said, it was strange for Blaine to see a father acting so concerned about his son playing football. Isn’t that every father’s dream to see his son out on a football field? Wasn’t that part of being a man? Blaine’s father had been so disappointed when he found out his dreams of having a football star would never be a reality. It was the first time Blaine felt his gayness as a disappointment to his dad, after all wasn’t that why Jesse and Ethan pushed him down the stairs. They had yelled fag and fairy at him as he cart wheeled down the stairs each word hitting as hard as he hit the steps. This just showed Blaine what a great father Kurt really had, and he was so jealous of their relationship.

A cheer from the crowd rose up as the teams walked out on the field. The McKinley team was so small compared to the other. Finn was by far the largest and that was only in height. Blaine’s heart sank when he realized that the other four players were Kurt, and three of the glee girls.

The first play he noticed three of the players dropped to the ground as soon as the ball snapped. Blaine clenched his hands when Kurt was not one of them. Each play became more intense, so far Kurt had avoided being tackle but they were losing having not scored a single point all game. The first half was almost over when the other team fumbled the ball; Blaine could hear the football coach yelling for someone to get the ball. Kurt was the closest and snatched it up, he ran full force towards the goal, using his dancer moves to dodge the huge men barreling towards him. Everyone on the McKinley side stood up, cheering him on. Blaine grabbed Burt’s hand, needing to hold on to something, Burt clutched it back yelling his encouragement to his boy. He was ten yards away when someone jumped at Kurt from his left pinning him solidly to the ground. The crowds breath caught as they heard the impact of the two bodies against the frozen ground. The grip between Blaine and Burt’s hand tighten, and Carole took Burt’s other, her spare hand in front of her mouth. The entire McKinley team gathered around the prone figure of Kurt. Blaine couldn’t see what was happening, panic started to take over, not knowing if Kurt was okay. Just as he was going to sprint down to the field himself, Kurt emerged from the circle of bodies, laughing. He waved to the crowd right to Blaine and his father, telling him he was okay.

On the field, Finn called their ragtag team into a huddle. “Are you sure, you’re okay Kurt?” Finn asked.
“Perfectly fine, just had the wind knocked out of me. But we can’t keep this up for much longer.”

Puck shot him a look, “Well, what do you suggest we do, this was your idea.”

“Sam, go get the Cheerios, we need all our girls for the halftime show. At half time before we go on, Puck you and Finn need to find the other players, you have to convince them to come back. I don’t care how you do it just do it. Until then we have time for one more play, so lets make the best of it.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go” Finn yelled before they broke the huddle. Sam ran off to bring Quinn, Santana and Brittany back.

Finn threw the ball to Puck who was already in the end zone, scoring McKinley’s first touchdown. It was Kurt’s time to shine. He had already worked out with Bieste what he needed to. Finn set the ball up and music filled the stadium.

Blaine stood watching Kurt take the position of the kicker ready to go for a field goal. Music started to play and he looked at Burt in confusion. Burt just smiled and said, his voice full of pride. “That’s my boy.”
Then Kurt started dancing. Blaine lost all thought for a moment mesmerized by the boy, his heart swelled with emotion watching him. Then Kurt kicked the ball sending it right through the goal post. Blaine cheered along with the rest of the crowd, beaming, his heart full of love for that beautiful, talented boy.

Kurt walked into the locker room following Finn and Puck only to find the rest of the team packing their stuff.

“What is he doing here?” Azimo asked pointing right at Kurt.

“Being a bigger man than you ever could, you know you always talk about him, calling him names, talking about him like because he’s gay he’s less of a man. But you know as I see it, he had bigger balls than you do. You are too afraid of a slushee to the face or some name calling you won’t do something that you like. He comes to school every day and faces you, goes out on the field to play a game he doesn’t even like to try and help his friends with something important to them. Tell me who is the real man here?” Puck yelled at the boys.

“Heck, even the glee girls are better men than you are. They have been out there, when you have been sitting in the stands only wishing you could be out there.” Finn added, making Kurt feel a little bit of the pride from Puck’s speech seep away, but only a little.

“Join us, play the second half.” Puck urged.

In the end they convinced the other boys to do the number, and play the rest of the game, all of them but Karofsky.

Blaine watched as the Glee club performed their mash-up of Thriller and Heads Will Roll. He noticed that the cheerleaders and football players had joined in as well. He was filled with joy watching Kurt perform again.
Blaine’s eyes never left Kurt the entire number and he was filled with pride watching them.

The game began again, without the home team being able to remove their make-up. Blaine was relieved that Kurt didn’t have to play in the regular part of the game just coming out for the field goals. It got so that the crowd sang along with the track urging Kurt on. The team used their makeup as a way to intimidate the other team as well. So after McKinley won, Blaine heard the visitors crowd muttering things about the strangest football team they had ever play.

Blaine waited with the Hummel’s on the field for Kurt and Finn to emerge from the locker room so they could head home. Soon he saw the pair walking towards them surrounded by the rest of the football team and the glee club. Before he could stop himself, Blaine ran up to Kurt pulling him into a tight hug. Pulling away, he looked Kurt right in the eyes. Blue meeting hazel, Blaine gasped, “You amaze me.” Hands clasped on either side of Kurt’s face he pulled him in. Lips met, hearts leapt and soon Kurt was kissing him back.

When their lips parted, faces still close enough their noses brushed, Kurt almost purred, “And you take my breath away.”

A clap on his back brought Kurt out of the moment. “Good game Hummel.” Standing behind him was Jake Johnson, one of the boys who used to bully him. He was never near a bad as Azimo or Karofsky, but he was bad enough. Kurt smiled at the boy, knowing that at least for today he had earned his respect. “Thanks” Kurt said.

He looked up and saw his dad smiling at him, knowing it wasn’t just the football game that brought that smile to his father’s lips. Kurt nodded to the group around him walking off towards his car with Blaine, knowing the others would follow when they would. He linked hands with Blaine, smiling at him. “So what are your plans tomorrow?”

“I’m free all day.” Blaine smiled.

“How would you like to take your boyfriend to movie?” he asked pulling Blaine in by his scarf for another, slow joyful kiss.