Kurt is minding his own business, teaching his little group of beginner skaters the basics, when a spy from the opposite side of the rink infiltrates his midst. (1637 words)
This is a one-shot for a larger story that I’m writing called “Outside Edge” with Kurt and Sebastian as rival figure skaters. I’m just putting this out there to see who might be interested. Let me know what you think in the tags. :) Teenage crush AU.
Edit *** For those of you who have been asking, there will not be any B*laine in this story, so no worries about B*laine unfriendliness :)
Kurt takes a spin around his little group of novice skaters,
counting heads as he glides along on their coned-off section of the rink and
double-checking that everyone is accounted for. He’s glad he was able to snag
the ages five through seven pre-alpha group. It’s so nice to be able to usher
an excited gaggle of beginners towards their first swizzles down the ice, even
if he will have to scoop up a few along the way. But that’s all right. That just
means less arm and chest work he’ll have to do at the gym later on.
He has an even dozen, which is a good size for a group this
age, at this skill level. As they progress, he’ll be able to choreograph a number
for them, something they can show off to their parents on the last day of
class. It helps that Kurt is currently co-captain of Westerville Ice-plex’s
official competition figure skating dance team – ParadIce. The kids in his
group – boys and girls alike – stare at him in envious, open-mouthed awed as he
twirls around them, dressed in his bedazzled black team jacket.
Nope, he doesn’t foresee any discipline problems here.