"Spinning Out"
Chapter 1
Blaine Anderson pulled into the parking lot of McKinley High School. No one was around but all the spots were taken, because Blaine was three hours late for first period. Guiding his slick black motorcycle around the side of the building, he found a small alcove by one of the back doors. He turned off the bike and shoved the key into his back pocket after pulling out a lone cigarette. He lit the white cylinder as it hung between his lips, walking away, not bothering to chain his bike.
He dragged his hand along the old brick building as he walked toward the front. He grimaced as crumbles from the already-eroded walls fell onto his hand and wiped them off on his faded jeans. Blaine shoved the front door of the school open, and pulled the cigarette from his lips, letting the smoke slowly slip out of his mouth.
He made his way to the front desk, which was not that deep into the building, and had a young looking woman sitting there at the computer. He placed his left elbow on the round desk, leaning in and looking at the secretary. The woman glanced up at him, almost annoyed. "You must be Blaine Anderson."
"Wonderful, you already know what name to be screaming tonight." He said calmly, lifting the cigarette back to his lips. Blaine watched as the secretary's jaw slacked before she snapped it closed and her eyes narrowed. "One, you cannot speak to the faculty that way. Two, you cannot smoke on school property, and three you are late."
"I can deal with the first rule. I wouldn't be speaking to you anyway. You're the one who would be saying my name over and over and over." He smirked, releasing the smoke from his mouth after he finished speaking.
Her jaw clenched. "Put out that cigarette now, or I'll have to give you a detention."
"Would you be the one staying after with me?" Blaine leaned in and over the desk, eyeing her. "I don't think that would be a punishment but hey, I wouldn't be complaining."
She might've tried to hide it but a blush rose into the secretary's cheeks. "Here's your schedule." She slid a sheet of paper to him. "You've got Block B lunch which is right now and after you'll be going to English with Mr. Carson down the hall in room 126."
Blaine chuckled and tapped the bulb in his tongue against the bottom of his teeth before giving her a half smile. "It's been a pleasure." He snatched the paper up, shoving it deep into his pocket and turned away before she could tell him once again to throw his cigarette away. He took a turn down the hall where the secretary said his English class would be. He passed it without a few seconds, and made a mental note about its location.
Blaine walked swiftly down the halls of McKinley, ignoring the looks from the students who decided to eat lunch at their lockers. He could feel their gazes even when he walked past them, and he smirked knowing they were no doubt wondering who he was. He scanned the girls he passed, making eye contact with one or two he thought would be a quick and easy hookup, but none of them looked like the girl he was searching for.
He reached the end of the hall, and walked out through the side door. He was about to head toward the bleachers before someone big stumbled into his line of sight and Blaine collided with them.
"Oh, sorry, man. I didn't see you there."
Blaine swore under his breath as the cigarette he'd been smoking fell to his feet. With a sneer he looked up at the guy he ran into. He was two or three inches above six feet and a lot taller than Blaine; as were the two other guys who were with him. "With a big head like that, you'd think it would be so heavy it would have to drop to look down every once in a while. Watch where the fuck you're going."
The boy held his hands up in mock-defense. "Whoa dude, you don't have to be so edgy."
"I'll show you the edge of the blade I have hidden in my boot if you don't move out of my way." Blaine said dangerously.
"Hey, back off!" One guy, the one with a Mohawk, said, stepping closer to Blaine.
Instinctively Blaine reached down, ready to grip the hilt of the knife he kept hidden, when the tall lanky Asian boy, pulled Mohawk back. "He's not worth it Puck," He said. "Come on, let's go."
Puck shoved the other guy off of him, but followed him anyways after shooting Blaine a glare. The one he ran into gave him a look as well before heading in the opposite direction. Blaine watched as they walked away, and soon they began playfully shoving each other before running to the end of the football field to toss back and forth. Blaine turned away and scoffed, wiping the stray ashes from his red leather jacket.
Blaine made his way to the bleachers along side of the football field, hoping he might find something or someone of interest there. As he neared the benches, he spotted a familiar pink haired girl. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and ducked into the space reserved for what he figured were the "rebels" of McKinley High School. There was a beaten old couch long enough to sit three people, probably loaded with STD's, two bean bag chairs and a few folding chairs scattered. Only one person besides Blaine occupied the space, and she sat on one arm of the couch, with her legs crossed.
"About time you showed up." Quinn Fabray withdrew her own cigarette from her mouth. A black bandana was tied in her short, cropped pink dyed hair. She wore a baggy tank with a long, dark bohemian skirt. For jewelry she had a layer of necklaces around her neck and earrings hung, dangling beside her jaw line. Her mouth was lined with bold red lipstick while her nose ring glistened in the sun.
"I'm never on time, remember?" He raised the one eyebrow which wasn't pierced. "Nice to see you too Q, though the circumstances were better the last time we came face to face."
"As I recall the last time we saw each other, it was more like face to dick." She looked at Blaine and grinned. "Now, are you going to tell me what you did to get yourself kicked out of Dalton? I thought they were finally straightening you out over there."
"I was fucking the French teacher, then she found out I was doing the same with this other girl and got jealous. No charges, but no more reform school either." Blaine crossed over to her, and held out his hand. "Are you going to offer me a smoke, or am I going to have to reach in there and get it myself?"
Blaine smiled at the way she rolled her eyes then tugged her shirt down to pull out another cigarette from her cleavage. "Look but don't touch, Anderson." She said, handing over the smoke. "I've had enough of you for a while."
He lit up and exhaled the smoke. "I am a lot to take." He said, making the insinuation very clear.
"Whatever, just try to keep a low profile around here okay?" She tapped the ashes from her cigarette. "I don't need Figgins' breathing down my neck just because you're the latest skank around here."
Blaine coughed, "Excuse me? Skank? Real classy Q, did you come up with that brilliant name all by yourself?"
"Shut up, I'm serious. I already saw you're near run in with Puckerman. The rest of those guys are morons but Puckerman is the closest thing to badass among them."
"That guy's nothing compared to what I've seen… to what we've both seen." He gave her a pointed look, hinting about the dangerous areas where they've seen each other before. "But I'll try to remember that later when I'm beating his face in because he decided to get up in mine again."
"I'll have to stick around you for a bit then." Quinn stood and walked over to the bleachers, folding her arms on top of one of the platform. "He'll always try to get into your face, especially since you're the latest and greatest bad-boy around."
"'Latest and greatest'? You're full of compliments today, aren't you?" He teased, trailing behind her and swatting at her skirt. Quinn shot him a look over her shoulder and shoved him back. "Fuck off."
Blaine took a step back from her, the smug look returning to his face. He could have any girl he wanted, but when Quinn Fabray told him no, she meant no. He couldn't help however, remember the last time she had said 'yes'.
"Fuck, why do you have to always wear so many layers?"Blaine growled after finally removing the last shirt, leaving Quinn in her bra.
"Shut it, Anderson."She replied, pressing her mouth to his in attempt to do so. Her hands trailed down the front of his jeans, tugging at the button to get it undone. He heard the familiar sound of the zipper being unzipped then felt the pleasurable pressure from Quinn's palm pressed against his arousal.
"Shit," He groaned, before turning them over on the bed they were lying on, so he was on top. Removing her hand for a moment, Blaine undressed himself the rest of the way quickly, as Quinn got the idea and did the same. Neither waited for approval but the simultaneous push and pull of their bodies was consent enough.
"Okay, I know I told you to look, but now you're just leering." Quinn's voice pulled Blaine out of his memory. He clicked the ball of his tongue ring against his teeth again. Yes, he'd had a good night with Quinn, but as much as he liked aggressiveness she wanted to be in control too much. He always enjoyed it when he found a happy median.
Blaine's gaze traveled to the field beyond the other side of the bleachers. The three guys he'd run into earlier were still on one end of the field, cheerleaders were practicing on the other and kids were scattered with their lunches around. "I'm really going to fucking hate this school aren't I?"
"Yup. All about school spirit with these idiots." Quinn followed his line of vision to the cheerleading squad "Especially them. Pompous little bitches who think they're guaranteed everything in life. Disgusting."
Blaine didn't agree or disagree with her. He continued to watch the group of girls, wondering how long it would take for him to bed each one of them. "Most of them are in the celibacy club, so good luck." Blaine laughed at Quinn's comment. "None of them will be virgins by the end of the week." He told her.
"I'll tell you this, if you want a quick fuck and a satisfying one; go for Lopez." Quinn gestured in the direction of a Latina, who had a gorgeous face with an equally gorgeous bust. "Peirce is easier but she's the one who gave the couch the reputation it has." Blaine looked at the perky blonde, beside Lopez. She was cute, but looked dumb as a rock.
That's when his eyes lingered to a brunette off to the side. Her hair was sleek and curly and the uniform she was wearing really highlighted her body, including her killer legs. "What about that one?"
Quinn faked a gag. "Miss Rachel Berry. She's the most spoiled of them all, he dad gives her whatever she wants and she's got her mind set on Yale. She thinks she's big shit around here, but really I want to sock her in the face every time she opens her goddamn mouth. She wouldn't want anything to do with you Anderson."
Blaine absorbed all of his friend's words but only replied with, "I'm always up for a challenge."
"Seriously, don't waste your time. She takes pride in everything, especially how she's managed to date the quarterback for three years and still contain her virginity."
Blaine's eye's darkened. "She has a boyfriend?" Quinn nodded and looked past him. He turned to see where she was looking, and saw the girl, Rachel, run across the football field, throwing her pom-poms to the side, and into the arms of the same guy he had crashed into earlier.
Blaine grinned, that guy was wearing such a goofy grin he had to have a low IQ. "So what, a boyfriend has never stopped me or any other taken girl before. It'll be easy."
"She's taken, Anderson. She's been dating Hudson since freshman year and she's still a virgin. You'd have better luck fucking her boyfriend instead; he's probably so desperate to get laid." She laughed at her own insult.
"I bet I could take her virginity by the end of the first semester." Blaine's eyes turned away from Rachel and connected with Quinn, challenging her to accept his bet. Instead she laughed at him.
"By the end of first semester? Thought you said it would be easy."
"Well, like you said. She's taken and a virgin. That makes it a bit more difficult, plus I'll need the extra time to build up trust."
Quinn crossed her arms. "Are you telling me you won't use you're catch-phrase 'Hi, My name is Blaine, you'll need to know that for tonight when you'll be screaming it'?"
Blaine smirked, thinking about how he'd said something along those lines earlier to the secretary. "That could work too. It's a great catch-phrase. It got me into your pants."
"Will you shut up about that? It was one time, sure I was great but you don't have to talk about it all the time."
Suddenly, Blaine wrapped his arm around Quinn's waist, and pulled her to him. "Are you telling me you wouldn't go for round two?" He grinded his pelvic against hers in a teasing manner.
"Ew, can't you skanks go somewhere private?"
Blaine looked over her shoulder and saw the Rachel cheerleader hand-in-hand with her boyfriend, looking at him and Quinn beneath the bleachers. "Or at least somewhere classy?" Rachel's face scrunched in disgust at the ratty old couch, where everyone at McKinley must have rolled around on at least once. Then her eyes connected with Blaine's and he knew things were going to be interesting.
"How about you fuck off Berry?" Quinn snapped. "Why don't you and Hudson go on home and pray for something. Some excitement to your relationship perhaps?"
Rachel's eyes broke from Blaine's, and narrowed in on Quinn. "Excuse me, but I don't want sex to become the only satisfying thing in a relationship."
"With a blundering idiot like that, you can't even guarantee it will be satisfying at all." Blaine said, looking at the tall boy beside Rachel. "He'd probably crush you're cute little frame."
"And who may you be?" Rachel quipped.
"Blaine Anderson." He released Quinn and rested his arms on the bleachers behind him, in a position that gave off the impression that everyone should know who he is.
"Such a pleasure." She said sarcastically, not bothering to state her own name, even though he already knew it.
"Oh, if I get what I want, it will definitely be pleasurable." He did the cliché up and down scan of her body, checking her out and taking in all the details more clearly now that she was closer.
"You're sick. Whatever you're looking for, you won't be getting it from me. I'm saving myself and only for Finn." She latched herself onto the boy, who looked like he was growing more uncomfortable by the second. "You can get whatever it is from Quickie-Quinn right there."
"That's what I was planning on before you interrupted and put you're two sense in where it wasn't asked for." Pulling his friend close once more, he said, "Now if you don't mind. Unlike someone else, I can last a whole lot longer. I'll need more than five minutes for this."
Rachel looked like she was about to heave, right there on the grass. "Gross. Let's go Finn." The cheerleaders grabbed her boyfriend by the arm, pulling him away from the graphic scene beneath the bleachers.
Quinn wiggled out of his grip once Rachel's back was turned, but Blaine watched the little brunette stomp away. She was feisty and virginal, two qualities he liked in girls, knowing that their first times would be exciting for sure. Once she was out of his view, Blaine turned back to Quinn.
"I'll definitely be able to do it by the start of second semester."