"My boyfriend, the comedian," Kurt had drawled with an eye roll, "And I suppose they would have to be pink? And scented?"

Whatever, Wes and David thought it was funny.

One of the main things that the Dalton boys assumed was that Kurt had no upper body strength. There were a handful of people back in Lima who had witnessed Kurt's strength first hand. Sue Sylvester and her Cheerios had utilized it during practice, using Kurt as a base for the fliers. Burt and the tire shop guys had always known Kurt was strong because he had developed his muscles in the garage. Even the New Directions were aware that Kurt packed "guns" as serious as Noah Puckerman's; this was not only because they had seen them first hand, but because he was a dancer, a football player, a mechanic, and a cheerleader.

The Warblers made no such connections. After all, Kurt was a pretty small dude, and he seemed to want to stay that way. Blaine and the other guys had invited him to the gym, but Kurt always declined with a "Sorry, I do my own workout. It's kind of personal."

So they assumed that he wasn't very strong. His friends would often offer to help him with any strenuous activities, such as carrying heavy boxes, and Kurt always accepted.

That was why it was such a surprise when Blaine came to Warblers practice with a black eye.

XX

It had been a fairly normal day. Wes was trying to create order so that they would start the Warblers' meeting, Jeff was napping on the couch, and Cameron was flicking eraser bits at Wes. However, the usual noise went from a short, stunned silence to sudden exclamations when Blaine casually sauntered into the rehearsal space sporting a very black eye.

"Oh my God!" Wes had stopping pounding his gavel, prompting the others to investigate what could possibly cause such a phenomenon, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Geez Blaine, did you get in a fight with your hairdresser over the amount of gel in your hair?" Thad snickered. Blaine narrowed his eyes.

"Actually, this little love tap is from my boyfriend," he replied with a sheepsih shrug. Kurt, who had been about six steps behind Blaine, found himself the target of shocked and outraged looks from his friends.

"What the hell Kurt!" Cameron demanded. Several other Warblers followed with similar exclamations; Kurt stared at them in confusion for a moment before he realized what they were talking about.

"Woah, woah guys!" Kurt held up his hands in self defense, "Let me start by saying that Blaine deserved it-"

He was interrupted by a wave of shouting and protests until he stared down the entire room into silence. If Wes hadn't been so outraged on Blaine's behalf he would have been taking notes for future reference.

"Second, I would like to explain that Blaine tickled me without realizing that I'm strong and very ticklish-"

This time Blaine interrupted with a "Well, I did know that second part."

"-and he snuck up behind me. After my public school experience you can imagine that I'm not partial to being surprised, nor do I appreciate being tickled. Blaine's sort of lucky that all I did was accidentally give him a black eye," Kurt chuckled.

"Woah wait, when did you get upper body strength?" Nick's face scrunched up in confusion. Kurt's laughter grew louder.

"Just because I'm lazy and you guys offer to help me out all the time doesn't mean I'm a weakling. I was a cheerleader at McKinley. Just because you quit the squad or are kicked off doesn't mean you don't have to show up for every practice. Trust me when I say that I'm a lot stronger than I look. When I'm not performing lead for a routine I'm usually a back spot or a base for stunts," he explained.

Everyone thought Jeff had slept through this whole ordeal until he piped with commentary of his own:

"Damn Hummel, remind me never to piss you off!"