OMG! I am sooooo sorry for the horrible wait!

But this one is for Juliet Hummel-Anderson — "My prompt for you is veery simple. football!Blaine, cheerleader!Kurt. If that has already been requested, then a Spiderman kiss."

Well, first of all, your screen-name is amazing, just thought I'd say that x), and second, I LOVE both of these ideas, so I will be doing one this chapter and the other next chapter because they were both so fabulous;D

Well, I hope you like it! :D

Italics and Underline – Regular music; no singing

Italics – Kurt Singing

Italics and Bold – Brittany/Santana singing

-.-

Kurt walked into the Dalton cafeteria with his lunch in a brown paper bag, and spotted out Blaine and a bunch of the Warblers at a table towards the center.

Kurt walked over and smiled at the boys. "Hello, boys." He greeted, sitting next to Blaine.

Blaine smiled up at him. "Hey, Kurt." He turned back to the other boys. "Seriously, though, you guys," he continued whatever conversation he was previously having as Kurt opened up his lunch bag, "if we wanna win the game tonight, we're really gonna have to buckle down and aim for the win." Kurt glanced up for a moment with a raised eyebrow, focused on unwrapping his sandwich. Blaine continued. "With that type of cheering going on for them, we aren't going to have much motivation other than the championship." He finished, and the guys nodded.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Blaine turned to him. "The football game tomorrow night," he explained, and Kurt's eyebrows rose in interest as he set his sandwich down, "we're all really stressed about it because the other team has this 'amazing' cheerleading team that totally gets us down in the dumps, and puts them right on top."

"You play football?" Kurt asked, blinking a few times.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, Dalton just started up a team this year, and I thought I'd go for it."

Kurt nodded slowly. "Ah. I used to play football, you know." He said, taking a sip of water.

Blaine turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Uh-huh." Kurt said, nodding. "I was actually the only one who was ever able to score on the team, but honestly I think it was because they all sucked." He emphasized the word, making the boys laugh. He smiled. "I was kicker. But I quit after the first game because it just wasn't me." He finished with a shrug.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah...I was too afraid to join the team at my old school, with all the teasing I got. And actually, we're facing up against my old school at the game, which is part of the reason why I'm so nervous. I'm afraid that they'll be extremely good and tease us for it; as if we needed any more of that." He said with a wry smile, and Kurt frowned.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, but Blaine shrugged.

"Yeah, well," Nick started in, "the point isn't whether they're good or not, really. It's the fact that they have one of the most outstanding cheer teams in Ohio." Kurt looked up quick at that. Nick corrected himself. "Well, a couple teams behind the Cheerios, at least." Kurt's eyes widened. "Some guy sang a fourteen and a half minute long Celine Dion medley in French and won them Nationals last year." He said.

Kurt started choking on his water.

"Fourteen and a half minutes? In French?" Blaine said, clearly impressed, but then he waved it off. "No way, he must've been lip singing." He said.

"Oh?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you so sure about that?"

Blaine gave him an amused look. "Kurt, who would be able to sing a Celine Dion medley for fourteen and a half minutes, let alone in French?"

Kurt blinked. "While I see your point, I just so happen to know that that specific singer was not lip singing." He argued.

"And how are you so sure of that?" Blaine asked.

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Because it was me." He said simply.

Never in his life had Kurt seen people turn their heads more quickly than the boys at that table did.

Blaine blinked, matching his fish-out-of-water expression perfectly. "W-what?" He managed to choke out.

Kurt blinked back. "I said that it was me." He said, but the boys only stared, mouths agape and eyes wide. Kurt rolled his eyes and dropped his fork into his salad, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, boys, you should really close your mouths, otherwise you'll catch flies." He said with narrowed eyes, and the boys blinked and looked down, snapping their mouths shut.

Blaine took a deep breath. "Wait, so…you're a ch-cheerleader?" He mentally smacked himself for stuttering.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Yes, why is that so hard to believe?" He asked, leaning forward expectantly, and Blaine turned away with a light blush and guilty stare. Kurt sighed. "Anyway, you boys were saying that we have a better chance at losing because we don't have a cheer team?" He asked.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. I mean, we already get enough crap with people saying that this is a gay school — I don't think having a male cheerleading team would help our case." He said.

Kurt raised his chin in understanding. "I see." He said, and then got up.

Blaine looked up as Kurt gathered his lunch. "Where you going?" He asked.

"My room." Kurt answered with a sigh, and then smiled. "I have people to call, and outfits to make. Oh, and don't worry." He said with a wink. "I'll make sure you boys win tomorrow night. See you all later."

David raised an eyebrow. "What is he—"

"I have absolutely no idea." Blaine answered before David could finish the question, watching Kurt walk away.

-.-

The next night, it was nearing halftime and Dalton was losing horribly.

Blaine watched and face-palmed, groaning as David was tackled to the ground — another player down.

"What exactly did Kurt say about winning?" Wes asked gruffly, arms crossed over his shoulders as he grimaced at the cheering girls of the opposite school, who were jumping up and down and were much too cheery for his liking.

"No idea, but he'd better do whatever he was planning soon if he wants us to win." Blaine said doubtfully.

That was when the buzzer went off, signaling halftime and nearly deafening everyone in its wake.

Blaine's old high school's cheer team ran out onto the field, and Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

The girls were cheering and cartwheeling and flipping into the center of the field, giddy as ever as the music started.

I gotta feeling...

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling... Woohoo

Blaine groaned, because they were so damn good, and the crowd was going wild at the routine. Dalton was getting its ass kicked.

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Tonight's the night,

Let's live it up

I got my money,

Let's spend it up

Go out and smash it

Like oh my God

Jump off that sofa,

Let's get, get off

The crowd roared with cheers at the outstanding flips that the rows of teenage girls were pulling off, completely showing off and not caring. Wes sighed next to Blaine, and David slammed his head against the wall behind them.

And then things went awry.

Well, for the other team, at least.

I know that we'll have a ball

If we get down and go out and just lose it all

I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go

Let's go way out spaced out

And losing all control

Suddenly the music stopped, complete with a typical screech that sounded like a record being abruptly stopped, and the crowd murmured in suspicion while the cheerleaders stopped the routine and looked at each other confusedly.

Then, a scary-looking blonde-haired woman pushed through the crowd of cheerleaders, making them stumble and glare in her direction. She held a megaphone and brought it to her lips to speak.

"So sorry about the interruption, ladies." She started. "But my Cheerios and I just could not stand one more minute of your horrible amateur torture. We were going to politely wait until you finished your mediocre routine, but you've left me no choice but to stop you in your tracks for the sake of the audience's sight." The cheerleaders glared and blushed furiously, while the woman remained expressionless. The audience murmured a bit, but the furious and humiliated cheerleaders were also receiving pointed laughter, much to the Dalton footballers' delight.

The woman continued. "So, without further ado, I give you the Cheerios." She said, tossing her megaphone to a short blonde girl, who followed her as she stalked off.

The cheerleaders cleared.

The lights went out.

The music started.

Na na na

Come on

Na na na

Come on

Na na na na na

Come on

Na na na

Come on, come on, come on

Na na na na

Come on

Strobe lights suddenly started up as the silhouettes of teenage girls front flipped onto the field, creating some sort of pathway, and started dancing in place while the audience started to cheer.

Na na na

Come on

Na na na na na

Come on

It was dark and the strobe lights were confusing, but Blaine could make out the silhouettes of two more cheerleaders walking down the cheerleader-created pathway, and then, suddenly, the strobe lights were replaced with yellow ones, lighting up the whole field in a yellowish glow as the two girls, a blonde one and a Latina girl, reached the end of the path, wearing headset microphones.

Na na na

Come on, come on, come on

Na na na na

The two girls smirked at each other before the Latina started to sing, the blonde strutting off to dance with the other cheerleaders.

Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)

There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)

The Latina danced teasingly, leaving the straight boys in the crowds agape, and strutted off as her blonde friend moved to the center to dance and sing her part.

Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)

The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)

And damn, that girl could dance! She put the rest to shame with her dancing, and just at the end of her solo, she turned around and made a come-hither movement with one finger, making sure to make it visible to everyone, and beckoned someone that Blaine couldn't see, obviously somewhere behind the dancing girls.

And then a familiar voice rang through the speakers.

The lights turned red.

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Kurt strutted down the path, swinging his hips to the beat with every other step, and smirked provocatively at the crowd.

And Blaine's jaw just about hit the floor.

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

"Dude, Kurt's singing S&M by Rihanna." Wes said to Blaine.

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Blaine said, blinking.

Kurt motioned the cheerleaders around him to come closer, and they all crowded around him, the blonde and the Latina girl moving directly to his sides, and they all fell into a dance so complicated and impressive that the crowd exploded in cheers, the ones supporting Dalton the most, and suddenly, Blaine figured out why.

Those were red Dalton D's on the black uniforms.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

They all spread out into lines, Kurt and the two girls being the first line, and started dancing in sync again.

Na na na

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it (Na na na)

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Kurt started singing, and the two girls pressed up against him, dragging their hands down his body, and tousling his hair until it was unbearably sexy, and Kurt gave the sultriest stare Blaine had ever seen in his life to the other football team, making Blaine laugh out loud – Kurt was purposely trying to piss off the homophobic football players.

Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)

The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

The three back-flipped into the other dancing Cheerios, who had by now stopped their dancing and were front-flipping towards the three, merging into one whole line, with cartwheeled in unison before moving into a large circle around Kurt and the two girls, making the crowd roar in cheers.

Na na na

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it (Na na na)

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

S-S-S & M-M-M

S-S-S & M-M-M

Suddenly, the circle of Cheerios dropped to the ground, doing some sort of dance that involved a lot of rolling and kicking, but they were slow, matching the new pace and beat of the song.

The lights turned blue.

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on

It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong

And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah

I like it-like it

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

The Cheerios suddenly did backwards somersaults, and pushed on their hands, launching them into the air and flipping them back to land on their feet, and they all hurried to crowd in behind Kurt and the two girls, falling into yet another extremely impressive dance routine.

The lights turned red once more.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

Suddenly the two girls cartwheeled in front of Kurt, each passing each other and landing on the other side of him, continuing the dance again.

Na na na

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it (Na na na)

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

Come on, come on, come on

I like it-like it

S-S-S & M-M-M

S-S-S & M-M-M

S-S-S & M-M-M

S-S-S & M-M-M

Kurt suddenly shot one hand up in the air and threw his head back as the music stopped, causing all of the girls to drop to the ground except for the two on either side of him, who each grabbed him and pressed themselves to him, and the field went black.

The crowd went absolutely nuts.

The part of the Dalton football team that wasn't in shock jumped up and cheered, whooping loudly as the lights came back on, revealing Kurt and the two girls looking ecstatic, and their chests rose and fell with deep breaths of air from the insane singing and dancing.

Then, smirking, Kurt went to pick up the megaphone.

"Well, ladies," he started, talking to the girls in the other cheer team, who were now gaping at Kurt with wide eyes and slack jaws, "I would also personally like to apologize for the interruption, but as it has been said, there isn't much room for amateurs." He winced a bit in sympathy, and the crowd laughed at the embarrassed cheerleaders. He turned to the audience. "So what did you all think of that?" He asked, still a bit out of breath for the performance.

The crowd roared with cheers and whoops.

Kurt smirked a bit and then looked to the Latina girl. "Well, Santana, tell me – what did you think?" He asked.

Santana smirked and grabbed the megaphone. "Well, Kurt; I think that we kicked some major ass, wouldn't you say so?"

"I couldn't agree more." Kurt concluded, slipping her a high-five.

"I don't remember kicking anyone." Brittany spoke up.

The audience laughed.

Kurt blinked at her, but then turned to the audience. "Well, enjoy the game, everyone!" He said before sprinting off with the two girls, making the audience laugh and cheer.

Blaine laughed, and as he saw Kurt and the two girls walking to his team, he stood up, smiling wide.

"Hey." Kurt greeted, followed by a tight hug.

"Hi, boys." Santana and Brittany said in unison. The rest of the boys waved numbly.

Kurt turned to them. "Behave." He said sternly.

"Yes, Kurtie." They said in unison.

He turned back to Blaine and mouthed, "Help." Blaine laughed. Kurt smiled and went to say something else, but was cut off by a booming voice.

"Porcelain!" The scary-looking woman called, making Kurt flinch.

"Coach Sylvester." Kurt greeted in monotone, his smile disappearing.

"Outstanding performance tonight, lady-face." She congratulated, and Kurt only raised his chin in a half-nod. "But I hope for improvement for the rest of the performances. It took only all of my will power not to fall asleep standing up."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go vomit," she pointed to Blaine, "because this guy's hair has so much margarine in it that it reminds me of the hair of one William Schuester. And that is not something I'm impressed by."

Blaine raised an eyebrow as Kurt sunk his face into his hand.

"See you next Wednesday, Porcelain." She said, and turned to leave.

Once she was gone, Brittany happily jumped up and down, clapping her hands together. "That was awesome!" She exclaimed.

"It was." Kurt laughed, and when he turned to Santana, his smile suddenly dropped under her stare, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hummel." Santana nodded.

"Lopez."

A smirk twisted on her lips. "So, trying not to get an STD from all the boys you're banging?" She asked.

"Trying to get rid of the fifty you already have?" Kurt shot back with the same smirk.

Santana's smile fell into a scowl. "Bitch."

"Top at McKinley." Kurt said proudly. He turned to a confused Blaine and smiled. "So what'd you think?" He asked.

Blaine snapped out of it and smiled. "I thought it was incredible! You totally caught the other team off guard!" He said.

Kurt nodded eagerly. "I know, right? The looks on their faces was priceless." He chuckled.

"You make quite the cheerleader." Blaine complimented with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "Loving the outfit." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Kurt blushed. "I made them." He said quietly, smiling a shy smile.

Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "No way." He said disbelievingly, narrowing his eyes and smirking.

Kurt laughed. "Really, I did. It wasn't very hard." He said, and then sighed. "But then I had to convince Coach Sylvester to get the Cheerios to perform, and that was hard. I did end up convincing her, but…I practically had to sell my soul to the Cheerios for the year." He said.

"Sell your soul?" Blaine laughed.

"Well no one ever quits the Cheerios and gets off easy." Santana said.

Kurt nodded. "There are only two things that get you off the Cheerios."

"You either get kicked off..." Santana started.

"Or you die." Kurt finished. Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "Mercedes quit last year, and Coach still holds a grudge over her. Not a day goes by where Mercedes doesn't get a death glare." He shuddered.

"Whoa." Blaine said, blinking.

"Yeah." Kurt sighed. "So you'd better be kissing my ass, Anderson." He said, turning to grab a water bottle.

Blaine smiled and shrugged, taking a step forward. "Whatever. But, to tell you the truth," Kurt looked up, "I really rather be kissing something else." He said, raising an eyebrow.

Kurt barely had time to stand up before Blaine had taken him by the waist and captured his lips. He blinked in surprise, but let his eyes slide shut, dropping his water bottle to rest his hands on Blaine's shoulders. He could hear Brittany giggling, and whistles and hollers – courtesy of Wes and David – coming from the boys around the, but he didn't let himself care as he melted into the kiss.

Kurt pulled away, blinking. "Wh–"

"Wait a minute," Santana interrupted whatever he was going to say. "We just performed that insanely hot number, and out of all of us, Hummel's the one to get some action?" She asked.

Kurt glared at her, still in Blaine's arms, his hands pressed up against the chest pads of Blaine's uniform. "Oh, just make out with Brittany or something." He said.

The two girls looked at each other, shrugged, and leaned in.

"Oh sweet Gucci, not really!" Kurt exclaimed, escaping Blaine's grasp to move to the two girls, pulling them apart by the collars of their shirts as they pouted. He turned to Blaine. "Come see me after the game?" He asked hopefully.

Blaine nodded. "Definitely." He smiled.

Kurt smiled back. "Congratulations, Anderson. You just scored yourself a cheerleader boyfriend." He said, and Blaine's heart skipped a beat.

Once he was gone, Wes and David came up behind him, putting their hands on either of his shoulders.

"Damn." Blaine said, still smiling a little.

"Cheerleader boyfriend, huh?" David asked.

Wes put a hand to his heart. "Our little boy's growing up, Davie." He said, pretending to wipe away a tear.

"And if, he falls, in love, tonight…" David started to sing, mock crying, and Blaine rolled his eyes as Wes buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, fake sobbing.

"Oh, shut up you two." Blaine glared at them as the buzzer went off. He smiled. "Let's win this."

That night, Dalton won the game that would pass them on to the Championships.

-.-

This seriously took me way longer than expected. Wow. Sorry again about that. :/

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