A/N: So it's been a few weeks since I updated anything and I am sorry. Again I'm going to give you the school has been crazy speech, and I only say this because I DON'T WANT TO FLUNK MY SENIOR YEAR. That will totally mess with college in the fall, if you know what I mean.

So I have to keep my main focus on that, no matter how much I'd rather be writing for all of you.

Now, the upside right now is I have bronchitis and a really bad throat infection and the reason why I am so excited about that is because in my free time away from school-from being sick I was able to bring you this!

I know this isn't Outlaws of Love or Late Night Experiments which I know you are all waiting for, it's something new that I came up with while listening to snippets of Adam Lambert's new album, which his music always inspires me, one specific song being Underneath which is a very emotional ballad, which made me cry.

So I decided since I wanted to write a badboy!blaine fic for awhile that this would be perfect and I really hope you all enjoy.

Now instead of making a novel out of my authors note I shall give you the first chapter to my first badboy!blaine fic, Underneath, which like Outlaws of Love has been inspired by Adam Lambert, so those who enjoy Outlaws of Love you should enjoy this!


Underneath

Chapter 1:

He wasn't trying to get into trouble, it was his first day going to a new school, and he had already found himself already in his own dose of trouble, and he was already serving an afternoon detention.

The small dull white room was filled with big lunk heads in Letterman Jackets. He had to fight back a hearty chuckle when they actually thought that they could possibly intimidate him in any sort of way as they learned almost to quickly when one of them attempted to push his books off the desk and in return he nearly snapped the jocks hand in half. He really did have it coming though and boy did they learn. He casted his dark hazel brown eyes to the jock who had attempted to knock over his books and just simply glared at him.

The teacher that was supposed to be watching them scolded him quickly enough—telling him to settle down and face forward—the jock lost the gaze of the brown eyed boy as he sighed heavily and face the front of the class again, leaning back, and setting his feet on the desk.

The teacher was not amused.

"Mr. Anderson?" he called out, once again, it must have been the thousandth time within the hour detention.

The boy raised his eyebrows comically.
"That's my name." he shrugged leaning back and closing his eyes.

The teacher got up from his seat and walked towards the brown eyed bad boy with the last name of Anderson, his eyes pointedly on his boot clad feet that were set upon the desk. Sensing the teachers presence the boy opened one of his eyes and he smirked.

"Hey man, I understand if your into that sort of thing. I mean if you really want to so badly you can lick them I guess. Teachers can have kinks. I get it man, I get it."

"That is no way to speak to a teacher Mr. Anderson.!"

"Oh! Do you prefer when people talk dirty with you? Well if you insist. Get on your knees big boy and lick these bitches clean." he suggested, his eyes gleaming with humor. That received a few chuckles from the jocks in the room, and he was satisfied with the brilliant shade of red that made it's way onto the teachers face as he fumed over with anger.

"To the principals office now!" the student got up from his desk and walked into the teacher's space.

"Threesomes? That's pretty hot!" was all he said as he walked out of the classroom, a smile plastered onto his face.


Yeah he didn't want to get into trouble today, but really who was he kidding? Trouble always follows him; whether he instigated it or not—it is always creeping and lurking around the corner, he doesn't always go searching for it. Like today, he couldn't help that he pushed that one kid down the stairs. If her lunk head of a boyfriend would of watched where his long legs were going none of this would of happened. She wouldn't of opened her god awful mouth and he wouldn't of gave her a push down the stairs, only to get a high five from an old looking woman in a track suit.

None of it would of happened. He had thought to himself as he walked down the empty halls of McKinley High School; heading towards Principal Figgins' office when he heard music and a distant voice so soft and so angelic. Anderson blinked for a moment then scoffed continuing down the hall where he paused again; turning around and following the voice. The voice got louder and more clear.


"You must be my lucky star, cause you shine on me wherever you are." the voice rung out from a door that was barely even open. Anderson peered inside and seen a group of teens dancing around one stage, all girls, and one boy who was singing the lead..while the group of girls danced around him.

"I just think of you and just start to glow and I need your light and baby you know." Anderson stepped inside the auditorium and the singers eyes flickered to him momentarily as he slipped into one of the back seats, being unnoticed by everyone else. The boy continued with his singing; dancing around with the girls singing in the background on stage; flaunting around and swiveling through the line of girls varying from skin color, height, and size.

In the front row was a row of guys watching and dancing from their seats and he himself couldn't help but to be transfixed watching a sweet little thing like that dancing on stage to one of Madonna's classics. Not that he knew it was a classic, no, of course not.

The song ended and the whole row stood up applauding, one man stepping forward still clapping.

"Girls, Kurt—that was amazing! Seriously, I think we are almost ready for Nationals. That was fantastic! Am I right guys, what do yous think?"

"Great!" all of the guys exclaimed in unison.

The boy on stage, with the chestnut hair was beaming but his eyes fell on one lone body in the back and his face dropped in concentration as the small group of students tried to congratulate him and the girls.

Shrinking back in his seat Anderson began debating on how he would get out of there as the girls and the boy named Kurt all stepped off the stage one boy one. He eyes found his again.

"Alright guys!" the man from before who has hair that little elves probably lived in stepped forward once again; squeezing the shoulders of two other students—one that could recognize automatically, the lunk head from earlier that had walked into him earlier, and another kid in a Letterman Jacket that has a squirrel on his head for hair.

What even? Anderson scoffed between Frank-N-Zilla, his girlfriend, and that poor schmuck with an animal on his head this seemed to be quite the group with a terrible terrible fashion sense. Terrible, hideous fashion sense he corrected himself quickly. Besides Kurt that is, who has a fashion sense all of his own.

"Alright New Directions—are you ready to see what Puck and Finn have put together for us?" the group mumbled their agreement but what he didn't notice was that the boy named Kurt was making his way towards him, caution clear in his eyes.

"So did you come here to get a leg up? He questioned and Anderson's eyes shot up to see a pair of hesitant blue green eyes and dammit if they weren't pretty.

Pretty? Your losing your touch Anderson.

Kurt took in he other boys appearance the wide eyes that are a honey browned color. The messy dark curls, black leather jacket, and ripped up t-shirt. The boy raised an eyebrow inquisitively waiting for his answer, which was as snarky as it could come.

"I wouldn't mind getting your leg up sweet stuff." he remarked—this made Kurt blush which was even noticeable in such lightning.

Cute.

"N-not a leg up in that way." Kurt mumbled out sheepishly, not amused.

"Are you from some other school scooping out the competition?" Anderson quirked his eyebrows confused, standing up and looking at Kurt's body up and down.

"Well I'm sure if there is any competition there won't be for long cause I mean damn you got the whole package, ass, legs, and not to mention that innocent pretty face. So how about you and me, the boys bathroom, and I'll even let you have the choice of the stall, wall, or on the sink." he winked suggestively, taking a step towards Kurt who took a few steps back.

"Awww come on baby, don't be like that."

Kurt's eyes narrowed dangerously and he placed his hands on his hips—his blue green eyes turning gray with anger.

"Who do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice raising.
"More importantly, who the hell do you think I am? I really don't know where you get off thinking I'm just some second hand slut who will bend and scream at your will." he huffed out—the boys stopped their performance and all eyes were on them.

"Feisty." he grinned.

"Blaine Anderson!" a voice came from behind.
"Come with me." The bad boy with the name Blaine Anderson sighed heavily before turning around, only to seethe same teacher from earlier.

He smiled sweetly.

"I told you to go to the principal's office Mr. Anderson—did I not?" the whole glee club watched in deep confusion and interest.

"You could of mention it," Blaine replied.
"Detention, tomorrow." the teacher said with deep regret.

The boy, he snickered. "Another one in a row? You must really like me." he cooed pushing past the older man then turning his head towards Kurt who was just staring back at him in mild disgust and recognition.

"See you later babe." he went to turn out of the room and Kurt's voice stopped him.

"You were the one who pushed Rachel down the stairs." it wasn't a question it was a fact.

Blaine paused mid-step and turned back around.

"Mr. Anderson. If you'd please leave now."

Ignoring him, Blaine's eyes fell onto the rest of the group that was now standing behind Kurt.

"Blaine Anderson, I will not ask again."

"I'm going." Blaine grumbled walking out of the auditorium doors with them swinging loudly behind him.

"Detention Mr. Anderson, remember that." was the last thing he heard as he disappeared out of the school.


His face dropped slightly as he walked down the stairs and onto the road. He looked around sheepishly—but of course—he wouldn't be here—like he would actually pick him up. Shaking his head he started on his long walk all the way back home, but someone stopped him.

"Yo, Anderson!" the voice yelled, a female voice. This confused Blaine—so turning around he seen a Latino looking girl with her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, and piratically painted in a cheer leading uniform.

Blaine gave her a what the hell do you want look and she grinned mischievously.
"So did you really do it?" she questioned getting straight up into his space; placing a well manicured hand onto his chest.

"Do what?" he asked in confusion.

"Oh you know the most bad ass thing anyone could do." she began to explain her fingers trailing down his chest and his stomach.

He cleared his throat and she continued.

"Pushing Berry down those steps. I've only been wanting to do that since I met her. So how about you and me, Breadstix, then after back to my place and well you know." Blaine was laughing now, legit laughing in Santana Lopez's face.

"Me and you... you really think that—no. Just." he started chuckling, Santana's hands falling straight back down to her sides. He was nearly crying now.

"How about you take your untamed taco else where because I am not interested." he finally finished, trying to regain his breath. Santana's mouth dropped and he patted her shoulder.

"Now that Kurt in your group, I wouldn't mind tapping that." he explained.
"But now if you'd excuse me I really should get home." he stepped back from the stunned cheerleader and silently made his way back home—not that it was that much of a home. It was completely dark when he got there.


Taking on last deep breath he opened the door.

"Blaine, you are late." an unamused voice came from the other side.

"I-I know. I'm sorry Sebastian." he replied weakly.


A/N: So there you have it! I am so sorry that I have been inactive lately and I hope this made it up to all of you! I decided to post this before all of the Glee madness tonight so I have time to flail with the rest of you on Tumblr which by the way my url is supermansaliendick! Holy Musical Bman, gotta love that shit! But follow me on there! (: and please review and tell me what you think, I want to know if I should continue this or not.

Anyways, a half hour until Glee and counting.

Oh my god!

XxLaurenxX
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