Being a Cheerio gave him protection from things like getting slushied and thrown into dumpsters, things that the other members of Glee club weren't so lucky to have. Except Santana and Brittany who were also on the Cheerios.

Up until two weeks ago, he was the only out gay kid at McKinley High. Blaine Anderson, a quiet boy who wore bow-ties and sweater vests, came out shortly after he transferred at the beginning of the year. Kurt was still confused about why someone would come out of the closet willingly while attending McKinley High. Kurt was more or less forced from it, with his voice and the way he dressed. The only person he'd ever had to come out to was his father, and that had been a struggle all on its own.

Kurt watched as Blaine opened his locker to shove his books inside and nearly jumped out of his skin when Santana appeared beside him out of no where. “You have got to stop doing that,” he hissed while he opened his own locker.

“You need to be more careful with your leering,” Santana said, leaning against the lockers. “Looking at Anderson like that will get you knocked to the bottom of the social pyramid, and I doubt you want that seeing as how look it took you to get to the top in the first place.”

Kurt grimaced slightly remembering his Sophomore year. He had become well acquainted with slushy facials and the dumpsters outside the cafeteria. Junior year he had found the Cheerios and he'd been safe ever since.

There was a yelp from behind him, and Kurt turned on his heel. Blaine had just been covered head to toe in what looked like red slushy. Kurt closed his locker door and raised an eyebrow when he saw Santana smirking at him.

“What are you thinking about?” Kurt asked slowly. When Santana looked at him like that it never meant anything good.

Santana pulled out a nail file (and where did she even keep that in her Cheerios uniform?) and licked her lips. “I bet you can't get in Anderson's pants before prom night.”

“Excuse you?” Kurt was not a virgin, one too many drinks at one of Puck's parties had seen to that during the summer. He'd had sex with Puck on more than one occasion since, but he'd never pursued someone for it specifically. “Come on, look at him. It's blatantly obvious that he's a virgin.”

“Wouldn't that just be fantastic though? Kurt Hummel, head cheerleader gets the nerdiest kid at McKinley to give him his virginity? Suddenly, you're getting high-fives while Blaine Anderson becomes the laughing stock of the school. Unless of course you don't think you can get him to do it.” Santana looked up from her nails and smiled smugly at him.

Kurt swallowed and turned to look back at Blaine who was brushing slush off his clothes. “You have a bet,” he said as he faced Santana. “I will get Blaine Anderson to sleep with me before prom night. And when I do, I'm counting on you to give me the recognition I deserve.”

“Good luck, Hummel. You're going to need it,” Santana replied before she walked down the hall.

Kurt watched her leave before he tucked his bag over his shoulder and walked straight over to Blaine.

“Blaine Anderson?” Kurt questioned softly as he tapped Blaine on the shoulder.

Blaine froze under his touch and immediately caved in on himself. “Look, if you're going to take my lunch money or throw me into the lockers, just do it. There's no need to insult me and make matters worse while you're at it.”

Kurt cleared his throat. “I was actually going to ask if you need any help.”

Blaine turned slowly and Kurt had to stop himself from wincing at the amount of slush that was still covering Blaine's head and torso. “I have a favor to ask you, actually.”

“No, I'm not going to complete your History assignment for you,” Blaine replied smoothly. “It was set three weeks ago and you should have done it when you had the chance.”

Kurt silently wondered exactly how many people had been asking Blaine to do their homework for them. “Um, no. Perhaps we should take this into the bathroom so we can get you cleaned up?”

Blaine nodded his head and the motion caused more slush to slide down his face. He quickly closed his eyes and Kurt gripped his hand, pulling him into the nearest washroom.

“Why are you doing this?” asked Blaine as Kurt dipped his head over the sink. “Last week you were the one throwing a slushy in my face and this week you're helping me clean it off. What's your angle here?”

Kurt reached for a cloth and wet it before moving it over Blaine's face. “I need your help. And not in the do my homework way,” he clarified. “I'm failing History. If I don't raise my mark, I'm going to get kicked off the Cheerios and I can't let that happen.”

It wasn't the worst lie he'd ever told, and if he was honest with himself it probably wouldn't be the only one. Over the next few months he'd have to coerce and lie his way into Blaine Anderson's bed. The reward would not only be sexually satisfying, but the popularity boost that came from it would be huge.

Kurt grabbed a dry towel from the racks and flung it over Blaine's head.

“You're asking me to tutor you?” Blaine said, a dumbstruck expression on his face. “What's in it for me?”

“You get to be seen with me on a daily basis and I'll make sure the slushy protection extends to you during the course of my tutoring. Sound fair?” Kurt dried off his own hand before he extended it to Blaine.

Blaine looked at it, his forehead scrunched up in confusion. He seemed to be fighting an internal battle before he reached out and grasped Kurt’s hand. “The protection starts as soon as we leave the bathroom,” Blaine said. “When do you want to start studying?”

Kurt shook Blaine's hand before he dropped his arm back to his side. “Come over tomorrow night. Finn's over at Rachel's or Quinn's and my dad is taking Carole out for dinner and a movie. We'll have the house to ourselves,” he lowered his voice and was pleased when a blush crept up Blaine's neck.

“It's easier to study when there's silence,” Blaine replies, voice higher than normal. “I mean, no distractions and what not.”

Blaine stood up from his chair and nodded. “I'll meet you after school in the parking lot tomorrow. I have my own car so I'll just follow you home. Is that okay?”

Kurt smiled. “Yeah. That's great. See you in Glee club this afternoon, right?”

“Yeah. See you then.” Blaine pulled open the door and fled the washroom.

Kurt leaned back against the wall and pulled out his phone, sending off a quick text.

To: Satan
Project get Blaine Anderson into bed is officially a-go.