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If possible, Ram becomes even gayer than Kurt.
He sits beside Kurt in every class they have together, more often than not with his arm around Kurt, and for the classes they don’t, he acts as an escort. People found out relatively quickly that he wasn’t joking about fighting anyone that insulted Kurt when he punched some prep in the nose. Then at lunch, he and Kurt sit so close that it almost looks like they’re attached at the hip.
The girls are very welcoming, though Heather Chandler does hand him a very long, very detailed note on what will happen if he pulls shit like that on Kurt again, and Veronica’s already given him the lecture on needing to better himself as a person, even though he’s gotten the same speech from Kurt already.
Still, the sense of company that comes from having a group of people that aren’t constantly ragging on your sexuality is new. But most of all, he likes having Kurt around.
It’s nice.
Ram’s hands still shake whenever he reaches out to touch Kurt, especially when putting an arm around Kurt, but he’s getting used to it the more times he does it.
“Gay.” Kurt teases, taking Ram’s free hand and intertwining their fingers.
“Bite me, Gaylord.” Ram answers, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s temple.
“In your dreams, you fucking pansy.” Kurt replies. He briefly leans his head against Ram’s shoulder, and they take a moment to stare at one another adoringly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt can see Heather Chandler teasingly signing the world for “vomit.”
“Kelly. Sweeney.”
Kurt and Ram straighten up to find none other than Scott standing in front of them.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ram spits, his arm tightening around Kurt’s shoulders.
“Ram, fucking quit it.” Kurt chides. He takes the hand Ram has locked around his shoulder in his own.
“I just wanna talk.” Scott explains.
Right. “Talk.” Kurt and Ram share a look before they turn to smirk at Scott.
“Okay. So tough shit about the big game last night.” Ram tells him.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen Westerburg lose that badly before.” Kurt adds.
Scott takes a deep breath, clearly gathering his patience before he speaks. “That’s actually what I came to talk to you guys about. You see, the team has made the…unanimous decision that you two should rejoin the team as linebacker and quarterback.”
Kurt fake-gasps. “But what if we get our gay all over the football? This level of faggotry doesn’t wash out with just warm water.”
Scott glares before remembering what he’s supposed to be doing and slaps his composure back on. “Is that a yes?”
Ram raises a finger. “I have conditions.”
“Yes?” You can see the fear flash in Scott’s eyes and it’s beautiful.
“No more jokes about my boyfriend. I get to insult him, because he’s a loser, but that’s it.”
Kurt glares. “Fuck you. I’m dating down by going out with you.”
“Um, fuck you, I’m a catch.” He looks back to Scott. “And I don’t know who’s been writing shit on his locker, I don’t wanna know, stop it. Get me?”
Scott nods. “Done and done.”
“I want someone doing my homework for the next month.” Kurt adds. “And I want it to be A-fucking-plus work, too.”
“An entire fucking month of being little spoon with no homework.” Ram shakes his head. “You conniving little bitch.”
Kurt flashes him a sarcastic smile.
Scott nods again. He seems to be deliberately ignoring the flirting that’s going on right in front of him. “Of course. Is that all?”
Kurt and Ram glance at each other, thinking it over. Because honestly, the entire football team is at their mercy now. They could ask for whatever, and no one could tell them no. Coach wouldn’t let them, not when his star players are on the line.
Then Kurt sees Martha out of the corner of his eye and he knows it’s too late. His conscience is back.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
Ram gives him a look. “But—”
“That’s it.” Kurt repeats. Then a little quieter, “We’ve talked about this, dude.”
“I know.” Ram sighs.
“Anyway,” Scott continues. His grimace is growing more pronounced with each passing second. “So you guys can sit with us again.”
Kurt scoffs. “Yeah, right. I mean, if Ram wants to be a lame fucking douchecanoe, he’s free to join you.”
“Aw, Kurt. Why would I make one of myself when I have you right here?”
“Eat me, asshole.”
Ram hesitates before shaking his head. “It’s too easy.”
Kurt grins. “Just like you.”
“Only for you, babe.”
Scott looks physically pained as he’s forced to witness them kissing up close. “So is that a yes?” he asks again. His voice becomes more strained each time he has to ask.
“It’s a yes.” Kurt answers.
Scott nods. “See you two at practice, then.” He turns to leave, but Kurt stops him.
“Oh, and Scott?” Once he has Scott’s attention, his face breaks into a grin. “Bring ones next time.”