A/N: Well, there has been a hype going around about Badboy!Klaine. Now, most people are setting all off this in schools and reform schools alike. I wanted to take a different edge.

This is a future fic in an AU. In this, Blaine is a successful singer celebrity gone off the rails.. He has a great life, plenty of money, and men and women alike, all throwing themselves at his feet, he is renowned for his man whorish ways and his frequent bouts in rehab and such. One night, after a drunken night out partying, Blaine finds himself in a car accident. Now, he's not badly injured, but the woman, whose car he hits is, and she takes him to court over the extensive damages. This continues from that point. We are introduced to Kurt, just a little later on.

' -call Ms Hudson to the stands.' The sharp voice of the judge says into a large black microphone placed next to his gavel.

A small woman, will long brunette hair, tied precariously into a bun, rolls toward the stands. She is in a wheel chair, one leg encased in thick plaster, whilst her arms are covered in bandages. Her neck is trapped firmly in a hideous beige brace and there is a large yellowing band-aid on the side of her cheek. There is a stocky man wheeling her along, possibly a partner, or maybe her brother, Blaine thinks to himself, as he sees the woman smile lovingly to the man as he reaches the stands and steps back.

'Will the witness please state her full name and occupation.' The judges voice says again, echoing out of the large speakers, situated around the room.

'Rachel Barbara Berry-Hudson- I work at The Hudmel Child support centre.' She says timidly, leaning as close to her microphone as she could, without toppling out of her chair.

A man dressed in a pristine suit, steps forward from the side, and moves the microphone closer to her, lowering the stand so she can speak without straining herself. She smiles, and thanks the man with hushed thank you.

'Can the witness please state their whereabouts on June 18th of this year, at 6:27 am?'

She hesitates for a moment, searching for her male companion in the crowds, she singles him out, and a small nod from him is all she needs to continue.

'I was in my car, on the interstate. I was heading back from the store.'

'Can the prosecutor please explain her reasons for being in said location.'

She sighs, as if the answer is painfully obvious. 'One of the kids staying with us had developed a fever, and we were out of medication. I needed to get some, and the earliest the store opened was at 6. I went out, and fetched said medication. The roads were fairly quiet on my way there, it was only on the way back that things seemed to get a little busy.'

'And can the witness please tell the jury the exact events that took place at 6:27 am'

'Well.' She hesitated again, sucking in a gulp of air. 'I heard loud music for a start. I wasn't sure where it was coming from, thought maybe it was one of those rampant teen's, you know? Well, I continued down the interstate, expecting them to pass me, when suddenly a large black car appeared behind me. The music was blaring out of said car's speakers. Every time I caught a glimpse, the car was veering across the lanes, seemingly out of control. I started to panic, and slowed down, hoping it would pass me, when instead it kept going at the same speed, but didn't pass me. It stayed behind me, but drew closer until it knocked my fender, but then I panicked, and tried to speed up, and get out of the cars way. I tried to pull over in a rest area, but then the other car swerved, and slammed into the side of mine. The last thing I remember was my car hitting the barriers at the side of the road, and a faintly swinging feeling, but then I blacked out, and I woke up in hospital.'

'Thank you mam. That is all, you may step down from the stands.'

The woman gently manoeuvres herself out of the stands, before the man comes to wheel her away again. As she passes she shoots Blaine an ominous look. Not angry, or upset, or any other negative emotion, nor a happy one either. No smug smiles or pleading looks, just...what seems to Blaine like... pity.

xXx

It's another few hours before the jury comes to a decision. Strictly speaking, Blaine should be going to prison. He was driving under the influence and did cause a car crash, which had seriously injured Mrs Hudson. After hearing all the evidence, Blaine was certainly appalled by what he done, he felt more remorse for this than for any other drunken mishaps he had caused. Mrs Hudson has a shattered leg bone, a fractured pelvis, two fractured wrists, a jarred spine, (which was thankfully only minor) and a large slit down her cheek, which needed 23 stitches caused by the shattered window glass hitting her face. Her car is also irreparably damaged.

Blaine could offer to pay all medical bills and to replace her car, but he already has to do that via insurance. He is trying to think of anything he can do to avoid jail, and so is his lawyer. After all, celebrities never go to jail if they want their career to continue. They go to rehab, or some other clinics, far away from the scornful public eyes. But Blaine has been to those places far too many times, all the shelters and support centres in the world can't seem to cure Blaine of his dastardly ways, and the judge and jury seem to agree.

That is when they came to their decision.

Blaine is sitting in the pews waiting for the verdict. Mrs Hudson is sitting to his right, on the far side of the court room. She turns to Blaine, and gives him a shy smile, in a silent, good luck, as she knows whatever happens, it will not be good for Blaine. The man behind her, the one who pushes her chair, however, is shooting Blaine daggers. His eyes are literally flaming, and he looks like, if there weren't so many armed police officers around, he would storm over and locks his hands around Blaine's neck.

Blaine holds his breath. His heart is hammering in his chest so hard it's like a drum beat, ringing and piercing in his ears, drowning out all other sound.

He remembers speaking to his lawyer, right after their 20 minute recess. He had told Blaine not to be too optimistic. They had tried to come up with reasonable suggestions for his punishment which didn't involve jail. But with the extent of damage caused, it seemed lady luck, would probably not be on his side.

Mrs Hudson was severely injured, she wouldn't be able to work properly for at least six months whilst she healed. She wouldn't be able to drive, which meant her husband (who turned out to be the man ferrying her across the court room) would have to drop out of work to look after her. They couldn't afford to hire extra help even if her medical bills were being paid, which meant her business in child care might be forced to shut down, which would leave others, bar the Hudson's, unemployed.

This could only end badly.

Blaine's pulse rate rockets as he hears the elderly male jury members microphone squawk with interference, before the speakers burst into life.

The rasping, nasally voice of the man, echoing across the hall.

'Of driving under the influence of alcohol, and without due care and attention, we find the defendant,...' The silence was heart stopping.

'Guilty.'

shit

Blaine winces and his stomach drops into a deep abyss. This can't be good. If past court cases have taught him one thing, that tone of voice means his punishment is likely to be either prison, or some new and unusual way to torture him with work, or repayment schemes of some sort which prevents him from living his life.

The judges voice over flowed from the speakers, as the jury member sits down tentatively.

'Very well then.' He says, adjusting the wig surreptitiously with his right hand. 'For driving under the influence of alcohol, and without due care and attention I sentence Blaine Anderson to 6 months minimum community service...'

No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no

' in the Hudmel Children's Centre, Ohio.'

WHAT?

'Case dismissed.'

A/N: Ok, well we should be introduced to Kurt soon. That is if you want me to continue this. It seemed like a fun idea, and I have a good idea of how this is going to play out as well.

This is not my primary fic atm. However, if this gets a good enough response, I'll try to update faster