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The next day at the Lima Bean, Kurt went to meet Blaine, to find that he was late, as always. He rolled his eyes and walked to the counter, ordering their normal coffees. When they were handed to him, he paid, and when he turned, he nearly dropped the cups of the hot liquid right where he stood.

Blaine walked in, acting normally, but his hair was free of gel, curly and wild, which looked adorable to Kurt, and he was wearing a football jersey.

A. Freaking. Football. Jersey.

Wes and David followed behind him, wearing casual clothes, which snapped Kurt out of his Blaine-induced trance, considering he was still trying to be straight. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to greet them.

"Hey guys. Oh, sorry, it's usually just me and Blaine, so I didn't buy more than two..." He apologized to Wes and David.

"It's cool." Wes assured him, and David nodded. They sat down at a table, and Kurt noticed with a start that they weren't wearing their uniforms.

"Hey, why no uniforms?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Blaine asked innocently, and Kurt tried desperately to keep his eyes from the way Blaine's muscles showed through his jersey. He merely raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly. Blaine continued. "It's casual Wednesday at Dalton — we have one every other month." He informed Kurt, whose eyebrows shot up.

"And you're wearing a jersey?"

Blaine smirked. "I used to play football; smallest guy on the team, yeah, but one hell of a player." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Anyways," Blaine continued, "It just so happens that Dalton is having a football game tonight — anyone can join, considering we don't have a team, and you just sign up for whichever side you want." Kurt's eyebrows shot up. "You should come." Blaine offered, drinking his coffee to hide his smirk.

To his surprise, Kurt started laughing; hard. After a minute, Kurt calmed down and smiled at the three confused boys. "Yes, I'll come; in fact, sign me up for a team." Blaine's eyebrows shot up, surprised by Kurt's comment, but before he could reply, Kurt was standing up. "I need to go get something — I'll see you in French." He said before leaving abruptly.

Wes looked over at David with a face that said:

"This will not end well."

-.-

When Blaine saw Kurt the second time that day, his jaw damn near hit the floor. Because when Kurt walked in, he was wearing a red a white football jersey.

He boldly went up to Kurt. "Hey," he said, and Kurt turned as he continued, "where'd you get the jersey? Borrowing it from Finn?" He asked confusedly.

Kurt tried so very desperately not to smirk. "No, it's mine." He said, and Blaine cocked an eyebrow. Kurt sighed and turned, pointing to his upper back, where, sure enough, was the name 'HUMMEL' in large white letters. "Surprised?" He asked over his shoulder.

Blaine went to answer, but the teacher instructed for everyone to sit down. Blaine reluctantly made his way over to his seat and away from his boyfriend, disbelieving.

All through class, he couldn't help but stare at Kurt and how amazing he looked in that football jersey. At one point, Kurt caught him staring and smirked, winking at him, and Blaine couldn't have looked away more quickly.

After class finally ended, signaling the end of the day, Blaine practically sprinted out the door, unable to look at Kurt.

Kurt watched him run, and was just glad that Blaine couldn't hear his laugh.

-.-

That night was the night of the game, and Blaine was seriously curious.

When Kurt arrived, he felt extremely confident; he knew that no one would expect what he had in store for them.

The whole tome he was there, people were casting sideways glances at him, and he knew exactly why, but he was used to it, and knew that it would be worth it.

Finally, Blaine showed up, and Kurt immediately smiled and stood up to greet him.

"Hey, Blaine." He said.

Blaine looked at him. "Hey. Think you're ready?" He asked.

Kurt scoffed. "I'm always ready." He said before walking off.

When the game started, everyone split through the field to their chosen team, high-fiving their friends and laughing, and everyone took their places as the game took off.

Kurt was surprised at how competitive the normally formal boys at Dalton could be, but decided that, hey, they were teenage boys, and they were all alike.

The whole time, Kurt could practically feel Blaine's eyes boring holes into him, and fought the large urge to smirk, knowing exactly why.

When it was far after dark, and almost to the end of the game, Kurt still hadn't played.

And he sure as hell wasn't happy about it.

Knowing exactly why he hadn't been put in yet, he started scolding his team, who finally caved, and he smirked.

So, during the last play, Kurt went in as kicker.

Quite a few of the boys looked at him unexpectantly, while others tried and failed to bite back laughter.

Kurt ignored them, and when it was time, he kicked the ball as hard as anatomically possible for him.

And his team scored, winning the game.

Well, everyone's jaw dropped, before exploding into applause, and confetti was thrown everywhere. Kurt couldn't stop the uncontrollable laughter that hit him at everyone's obvious shock, before he was lifted up onto the shoulders of his teammates.

When he was finally set down, it was right next to Blaine, who was still staring open-mouthed at him.

Kurt smirked and walked up. "I was kicker on McKinley's football team — best they'd ever had, I'd been told." He chuckled. "Good luck winning this one." He whispered, and then pushed past Blaine, who blinked.

As Kurt drove back to Dalton, he laughed.

-.-

That night, the boys at the game must've stayed late, because Kurt returned to an empty hallway, and his roommate was gone.

He decided to get some schoolwork done, and changed out of his uniform and into pajamas.

That's when he got the text.

He was just pulling out his AP Calculus homework when his phone buzzed from his bedside table, and he went to pick it up to see a text from Blaine.

Is your roommate there? xB

Well, hello to you, too. No, he's not. Why? xK

I'm coming up. xB

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the blatant reply, but shrugged and tossed his phone on his bed, only to hear a knock two seconds later.

Walking over to the door, he opened it, and suddenly a pair of lips were on his, and he was being pushed backwards onto his bed after the door was slammed shut.

"Blaine? What are you—"

"God, Kurt; you can't do that, you just fucking can't." Blaine moaned against Kurt's mouth forcing it open.

Kurt smirked. "Do what?" He asked, though he already knew.

Blaine pushed him against the desk and moved to his neck. "You know what I mean, don't play stupid." He growled. "You can't just walk up and be all sexy, that's not fair."

"Maybe that was my plan the whole time." Kurt gasped as Blaine hit that one spot on his neck that drove him crazy.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, pulling away for a moment.

Kurt looked down. "I know exactly what I was doing to you, Blaine." He said. "I knew I was driving you crazy...that was my intention."

"Why? Seducing each other was our last bet, Kurt, in case you didn't know." Blaine smirked.

"Yes, but if I can seduce you in public, people will see right through you're straight façade." He said. "I that means I have a better shot at winning."

Blaine stood straight up and looked him in the eyes. "You're cruel." He said.

Kurt smiled. "My point exactly."

Blaine suddenly pulled away from Kurt's grasp, smirking. "Alright, that's how you want it?" He asked. "Game on, Hummel." He said, before leaving and shutting the door behind him hard.

Kurt smirked, because Blaine really didn't know what he was in for.

That night, they both went to bed knowing that the bet was of something completely different. Now, it wasn't a matter of who could be more straight, no.

It was just another matter of seduction.

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