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It happened during practice.
Kurt was being the kicker again. He didn't need to be there at practice; in fact Coach Tanaka tried to keep Kurt off the field as much as possible. Still, sometimes you just couldn't leave the little gay kicker out. So Kurt was at football practice, and the team was divided between defense and office. Finn was on defense, so was Puck.
Mike wasn't actually supposed to tackle Kurt. He hadn't even *meant* to tackle Kurt. It was just that the line had opened up and Mike saw his chance and…
BOOM.
Mike's face was pressed tightly into the padding on Kurt's chest, and he was pressing Kurt tight into the grass. All Mike could think was 'man, he's freaking small'. Then Coach Tanaki was grabbing Mike and hauling him back, patting him on the back and congratulating him for a good play.
"THAT'S how you handle a kicker!" Coach said, smacking Mike hard on the shoulder. Finn was helping Kurt back on his feet, and it was obvious to everyone that Kurt's legs and arms were shaking. Kurt hadn't been tackled during a game yet, despite how bad they were as a team. "Let's run that play again!"
"Uh, coach?" And Kurt sounded a little choked up, but when Coach Tanaka turned to look at him he shook his head (which looked small despite the helmet) and shrugged heavily padded shoulders. "Never mind."
They didn’t get past the defense the next time, and there wasn't another chance to tackle Kurt. Maybe that was why Mike was left thinking about the feel of Kurt's small body against his, the way Kurt's padded legs had pressed awkwardly against his stomach. The way Kurt smelled like vanilla and not like sweat and sweaty gym socks. Mike tried not to think about the way Kurt's body seemed even smaller surrounded by all the football players in the shower, or the way that Kurt directed his eyes forward while other guys joked and talked and looked at each other.
Mike was good at not thinking, he spent most of his classes doing that.
Still, it was harder this time. Even standing in glee club singing and bobbing along with Mr. Schu's directions Mike found his gaze straying now and again to Kurt. Kurt with his overly styled hair, and his designer clothes, and his tight butt-
JEANS.
TIGHT JEANS.
"Mike?" Mr. Schuster called his name, and Mike realized that the club was staring at him. Flushing hotly Mike rubbed at his forehead. Had he said something out loud? "Are you okay?"
"Just a little distracted." Mike said. "Sorry. Keep going."
Not thinking… right. He was gonna need to try harder.
Kurt was being the kicker again. He didn't need to be there at practice; in fact Coach Tanaka tried to keep Kurt off the field as much as possible. Still, sometimes you just couldn't leave the little gay kicker out. So Kurt was at football practice, and the team was divided between defense and office. Finn was on defense, so was Puck.
Mike wasn't actually supposed to tackle Kurt. He hadn't even *meant* to tackle Kurt. It was just that the line had opened up and Mike saw his chance and…
BOOM.
Mike's face was pressed tightly into the padding on Kurt's chest, and he was pressing Kurt tight into the grass. All Mike could think was 'man, he's freaking small'. Then Coach Tanaki was grabbing Mike and hauling him back, patting him on the back and congratulating him for a good play.
"THAT'S how you handle a kicker!" Coach said, smacking Mike hard on the shoulder. Finn was helping Kurt back on his feet, and it was obvious to everyone that Kurt's legs and arms were shaking. Kurt hadn't been tackled during a game yet, despite how bad they were as a team. "Let's run that play again!"
"Uh, coach?" And Kurt sounded a little choked up, but when Coach Tanaka turned to look at him he shook his head (which looked small despite the helmet) and shrugged heavily padded shoulders. "Never mind."
They didn’t get past the defense the next time, and there wasn't another chance to tackle Kurt. Maybe that was why Mike was left thinking about the feel of Kurt's small body against his, the way Kurt's padded legs had pressed awkwardly against his stomach. The way Kurt smelled like vanilla and not like sweat and sweaty gym socks. Mike tried not to think about the way Kurt's body seemed even smaller surrounded by all the football players in the shower, or the way that Kurt directed his eyes forward while other guys joked and talked and looked at each other.
Mike was good at not thinking, he spent most of his classes doing that.
Still, it was harder this time. Even standing in glee club singing and bobbing along with Mr. Schu's directions Mike found his gaze straying now and again to Kurt. Kurt with his overly styled hair, and his designer clothes, and his tight butt-
JEANS.
TIGHT JEANS.
"Mike?" Mr. Schuster called his name, and Mike realized that the club was staring at him. Flushing hotly Mike rubbed at his forehead. Had he said something out loud? "Are you okay?"
"Just a little distracted." Mike said. "Sorry. Keep going."
Not thinking… right. He was gonna need to try harder.