Damaged Goods

Chapter 12

A.N

Hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Drop a comment/review if you're enjoying it, or if you have any feedback/advice for future chapters. I am looking for some plot points for later in the story so let me know what you want to happen and to who. Enjoy!

"This seat taken?"

Blaine looked up from his seat on the bleachers of the football field and saw Marcus standing over him. He immediately smiled at the teenager and shook his head.

"No, have a seat man."

Marcus sat down on the seat that was on the edge of a row with Mercedes, Rachel, Kurt, Tina and Blaine - all of the members of Glee club who weren't members of the football team or the Cheerios. It was 8 o'clock in the evening, and finally time for the football team's opening game of the season. They were approaching the end of September, and were deep into the season of Autumn, and chilly, gusty winds gently prickled against their cheeks. The sun had long begun to set, and only a few rays continued to peak out from above the horizon. Marcus was wrapped in a scarf, gloves, a hoodie and a thick Rugby sweater, and yet he was still shivering in the cool Ohio air. The air's chilliness was made more so by the tension that was in the air. It was palpable. Every single person sitting in the packed bleachers was nervously looking onto the field, waiting for the players to make their way onto the pitch. After warmups, they had retreated back to their respective locker rooms, and would be arriving onto the field at any minute.

"You ever play football?" Marcus asked Blaine, who was sitting beside him. As the only two new members of the New Directions and two of the very few new students at McKinley that year, they had actually gotten pretty close over the past week. Blaine, Marcus had found out, was actually a really nice guy. So was pretty much every member of the New Directions to be honest. He had come from a private school in Ohio, and had transferred so he'd be able to spend his senior year with Kurt. If only he had someone who loved him that much, Marcus thought to himself.

"Um... no, not really." Blaine replied. "I mean I like watching it, and I like playing casually for fun, but I don't play competitively. I think I'd get killed in Game 1."

"You could always be the kicker." Marcus commented. "Get all the praise for playing football and yet might as well be playing darts given how they never get tackled. Saddest position in the game, I swear."

"Hey! I was the kicker in sophomore year!" Kurt exclaimed from further down the row, where he was listening to their conversation.

"You were?" Marcus raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Why? I thought you didn't even like football."

"I thought it'd impress my dad to see me playing a tough guy sport like football." Kurt admitted honestly. Marcus chuckled.

"You wanted to be tough, so you decided to be the kicker?" He laughed. Kurt rolled his eyes at him.

"Well you seem to know a lot about the sport. You ever play yourself?" Blaine asked. Marcus shook his head.

"Like you. I played for fun. Watched it a fair bit with my old friends. But it was too much of a commitment on top of everything else I was doing."

At that moment, the football team finally took to the field and instantly, the entire stadium erupted in cheers. School spirit had increased a hundredfold after their State Championship win last year, or it had at least improved when it came to football. There was not a spare seat in the entirety of the bleachers, with all of them being forced to sit directly shoulder to shoulder to fit.

Finn couldn't help but smile as he listened to the cheers, stomps, yells and screams coming from the supporters as he stepped onto the crisp, frosty field. For a moment, he felt like an NFL player, being serenaded by his incredible fans. No, not just an NFL player. They had made it to the top of the mountain last year. He was a superbowl champion, eager and hungry to defend his crown.