A/N: I honestly have no idea what happened here. First I get into a new fandom, then the Olympic games happen, and suddenly my brain runs completely off road and demands I write diver!Kurt-and-Stiles doing the Olympics 2016 in Brazil. Of course, their boyfriends are right there along with them. This… is possibly just the beginning? Let’s see how long they’ll let me play with this.
~2.500 words, PG, Sterek with no Klaine in sight (but totally already happening in my head), unbeta’ed
There was a kid sitting in the locker room, undressing with efficient, practiced ease. Kurt stopped in the doorway, a puzzled frown on his face. He was pretty sure the training slot for the diving platform was his for the next two hours. He’d been lucky he’d gotten in at all, what with the pool’s new regulations for the swim team and their training schedule. So this kid shouldn’t be here, the pool was all Kurt’s for the next two hours.
Then the kid looked up and sent him an easy smile. “Hey,” he greeted, wiggling his fingers in a small wave before standing up and shucking his pants. Something clicked in Kurt’s head; he’d seen the kid before. Pretty sure he’d seen him around the competition circuit, working his way up the ladder so to speak.
“Hey,” Kurt greeted back, making his way over to a locker to stow his bag in before he, too, started undressing, his back turned.
“You’re Kurt?” the kid asked behind him. Kurt looked over his shoulder and nodded, a little wary.
The kid’s face erupted in a brilliant grin. “I’m Stiles Stilinski, your new diving partner.”