AN: First Klaine fic so please tell me how I'm doing. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
At exactly seven fifty five, Blaine Anderson's alarm went off. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the snooze button. It was his first day at his seventh new school in two years, William McKinley High School. He had strict orders from his father to not get kicked out of this school. If he did, his father would be sending him to boarding school and the leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding, all around badass was definitely not going to some school where he had to prance around with snobby rich kids wearing tight blazers and slacks.
He slowly sat up and yawned loudly, pulling the covers off of himself and shutting off his alarm. He knew he would be late to school if he took a shower, but he still ended up stepping under the warm spray and washing himself, waking up thoroughly after her was done. Blaine pulled on a tank top, his signature jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans before leaving his condo and hopping onto his blue Ninja motorcycle that gleamed in the bright morning sunlight. He lived alone in the condo with monthly checks from his father that were more than enough to help him live. The Andersons were filthy rich, but Blaine didn't want any part of that life. He normally wore clothing from thrift shops, ate cheap food from convenience stores, and played his guitar on the street, using the money he received from playing and singing to live. He didn't want his father's money, but he would still cash it and keep it in a safe in his closet, only using it when he really needed it. He was also gay. He was the ultimate sin in his father's eyes and no matter what, a civil conversation between them would always turn into a full blown argument that would end with his mother crying and his father throwing something.
He shook his head and revved the engine, making his way to the school and sighing heavily when he glanced over at the football fields and front entrance. Typical high school, typical jocks and nerds, and typical teachers. There was no way he would be able to stay in this school for more than a month. He couldn't stand the jocks and the so called "badasses" that did nothing but petty pranks and they bullied the weak. That was not how Blaine rolled. It was all about power, sure, but he didn't need to slam kids against lockers and throw them in dumpsters to gain it, they knew from one glance at him that he was top dog.
He parked his bike and climbed off of it, striding over to the front doors with his head held high. He felt eyes on him, but he didn't dare turn his head. He smirked lightly and opened the door for a cheerleader and himself, ignoring her when she tried to make conversation. It always filled him with pride whenever new people approached him with a flirtatious smile. He didn't find himself all that good looking and he wondered what attracted them. His smile? His jacket? The way he walked, maybe? He made his way to the front office and checked in with the secretary, making sure all of his paperwork was in. She handed him his schedule.
"There you go, Mr. Anderson. Would you like a tour guide?" She typed something on her computer. "I found a young man who almost matches your schedule perfectly and he can show you around to each of your classes." Blaine chewed on his bottom lip in thought and finally nodded his head.
"That would be lovely, ma'am, thank you." Using manners always got you on the good side of an adult; he had learned that a while ago.
"Kurt Hummel to the front office, I repeat, will Mr. Kurt Hummel please come down to the front office.
It wasn't long before a tall, porcelain skinned boy, with striking baby blue eyes, and an expensive looking sense of style. Blaine looked up and down the boy's body, licking his lips ever so slightly. There was something different about him. He made Blaine's throat dry and his heart beat irregularly, but Blaine decided to ignore it. It was probably lust. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a good fuck, but before his mind could wander anymore, a high pitched voice flooded his ears.
"You wanted me, Mrs. Baker?" The boy put a hand on his hips and cocked his head slightly. Blaine couldn't help but find it adorable and his mouth upturned into a genuine smile. He hadn't smiled like that in years and he quickly steeled his face, not letting anymore expressions through.
"Yes, Mr. Hummel. I would like you to meet Blaine Anderson, the new student. His schedule is almost exactly the same as yours and he needs a guide. Do you think you're up for the job?" She gestured to Blaine and then turned back to her computer, not really expecting him to disagree.
Kurt nodded his head furiously and turned to Blaine, holding out his hand for the boy, a weak smile on his face. The boy looked tough and Kurt really didn't want to start the day by being thrown against the lockers. "My name's Kurt Hummel. I'll be your tour guide for the day. " Blaine took his hand and shook it slowly, noticing how soft the boy's hands were. They felt amazing against his and they fit perfectly too. Kurt slipped his hand away, his smile growing stronger and he led the boy out of the office. "I'm going to be honest with you, Blaine. This school isn't all that accommodating to new kids or kids that are "different", but you have to get used to it." He sighed, and, as if on cue, a jock shouldered him roughly, knocking him backwards and almost making him fall.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Blaine growled and clenched his fists, staring up at the jock with anger in his eyes. He didn't want to get into a fight on this first day, but he felt a surge of protectiveness for the blue eyed boy and that was all that seemed to matter at the moment. The jock turned to face him, a smug smile on his face.
"Why the hell are you standing up for the queer? Are you his new boyfriend or something?" His sneer turned into a grimace of pain when Blaine took a fistful of the boy's letterman jacket and pinned him against the locker.
"And what if I was? You have something against him or me being gay? I bet you sleep real good at night knowing that the only way you can feel good about yourself is by picking on kids that you think are weaker than you, but you know what, jock boy? You're the weak one. You gain power from bullying. Do you know how messed up that is? Listen here." He brought his face close to the jock's. "Next time I see you so much as look at my friend, Kurt, I'll bash your teeth in. Okay? Okay." He let go of the boy's jacket and backed away, watching as the jock retreated without another word, just a glare.
"You didn't have to do that…I'm used to it." Kurt mumbled, meeting Blaine's eyes, sadness evident behind his. Blaine shrugged and adjusted his jacket, brushing dust that clearly wasn't there off of it.
"Don't worry about it. People like him need to be put in their place and that's all I was doing." Kurt started walking again and Blaine followed him, stopping at the locker that he had already stocked a couple days ago before he had actually started at the school. "So you're gay?" He made small talk, taking out his history books for first period.
"Yeah…It's not really accepted around here if you haven't noticed." Kurt shifted uncomfortably and pulled on his collar, leaning against the locker next to Blaine's. Blaine nodded and sighed.
"I can see that. All schools are like this, I would know." He closed his locker, muttering the last few words. "No are you going to show me around or what?" He raised his eyebrows, a tiny smirk on his face when he caught the boy staring at him with his eyes glazed over. Kurt jolted and turned to Blaine, blushing profusely.
"S-Sorry, yes, of course, right this way, Blaine." He led Blaine down the hall, his face still red like a tomato. Blaine chuckled quietly and followed the cute boy, thinking to himself, maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.