It was a gorgeous day outside, unseasonably warm for winter and Kurt could feel the sun peek through the clouds and freckle his fair skin.

Kurt breathed out slowly, in through his nose and out his mouth a few times before exerting himself again, his arms shaking and rippling with strength.

It was then Kurt’s eyes shot open as a figure cast shade upon him, hovering too close for comfort because Kurt preferred to keep to himself.

“Do you mind waiting your turn,” Kurt grumbled before realizing it was Anderson standing above him, arms crossed and sneering. Kurt assumed he was probably flanked by his posse Jeff and Nick like normal. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“You think you’re pretty cute don’t you, Hummel?” Anderson taunted, leaning in really close that his hot breath washed over Kurt’s face.

“Fuck off,” Kurt waved off absently, closing his eyes again for another lift. However, Anderson grabbed the bar and kept it in place.

“You have too sharp of a tongue for a place like this,” Anderson warned, his voice like a deadly whip. “Or are you too stupid to realize what sorts of things go on here?”

Kurt glared at him, his eyes piercing. “Oh, I’m fully aware. I just don’t need an ego boost every day to compensate for my small dick.”

Anderson’s cronies barely managed to conceal their cackling before he shot them a deadly look over his shoulder. “For your information, I have a huge dick. One that I might have to shove down your throat if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Kurt laughed shrill and high pitched, clearly amused. It made Blaine color, but he would never admit it out of pride. “I’d like to see you try,” Kurt challenged, and with some resistance from Anderson placed the barbell back in its holster and sat up.

“You won’t see it coming,” Anderson retorted heatedly, getting up into Kurt’s face, who didn’t even flinch. “You’ll be sitting there all pretty when suddenly my guys force you to the floor, jaw open and I’ll fuck your mouth so hard you’ll choke.”

Kurt examined his nails, unperturbed. “Sounds lovely,” he states pleasantly before wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. “Anything else?”

Anderson’s face looked like it was going to explode it was so red, but he really didn’t know what else to say. This Hummel really got him tongue tied this time, much to his own dismay and Kurt’s pleasure.

“I thought so,” Kurt said primly before striding across the prison yard to play basketball, swaying his ass and running a hand through his hair. Blaine couldn’t help but stare, basically salivating.

Okay, this was definitely going to be a problem. Blaine Anderson had never been challenged by anybody new to come here because of his record and reputation, but Kurt Hummel was something of a challenge.

Blaine loved challenges.