A/N:Hi guys, i've very much gotten into this whole Badboy!Klaine stuff and decided to take my own crack at it.! tell me what you think!
" Six months, Dalton Academy Reform school for boys, next case"
The judge slammed down him mallet. Blaine sighed, he looked at his father who just walked away shaking his head.
Blaine stuffed his hands in his pant-pockets and followed suit. They left the court house wordlessly and walked to the car. Blaine knew not to speak before his father so he waited.
Richard Anderson was a man that demanded respect.
They got in the car and headed back to their house. Blaine's mother was at the door when they pulled in the driveway, half in tears, waiting to hear the outcome.
"No jail, thankfully, but he's being sent to that boys reform academy." Richard said as he passed by her into the house.
She began to weep harder, so Blaine pulled her into a hug,
"Mom I'll be fine," She only squeezed tighter. Blaine let go of his mom and headed to his room to pack. A knock came sometime later, and Blaine's father pushed the door open,
"Ready?" he asked. Blaine lifted his duffle bag, and stopped to look at his guitar case,
"Dad, do you think they'd let me take this?" His father sighed
"Let me check." he disappeared from the doorway and Blaine touched his guitar case.
If it was a no, he'd miss music more then anything. Music was Blaine's life. He was already doomed to be kicked out of Starkid, his band.
If he had no music at all, he didn't think he could make it. Richard reappeared at the door,
"Sorry Blaine, no instruments allowed." Blaine sighed and followed his father down the stairs and out to the car.
They drove the half hour in complete silence, not even bothering to turn on the radio.
When they pulled into Dalton Academy Blaine rolled his eyes. There were huge fences, all topped with barbed wire and guards were everywhere. They pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car.
"Wait…" Richard sighed and walked around the car to stand before Blaine.
" Son," he said, putting his arm on Blaine's shoulder,
"I want you to know, your mother and I, well, we are not ashamed of you, at all. In fact this time, what you did…." his father looked away for a moment.
"Well, they say in a month, if you behave, you can spend weekends away, so I'll see you soon." He hugged Blaine, just a bit longer then usual before getting back into the car and driving away. Blaine sighed and readjusted the strap of his bag and headed into Dalton.
"Name?" a short stumpy lady at the front desk asked, in between snapping her gum.
"Anderson, Blaine Anderson" she pushed a button, there was a buzz, and then she went back to looking at her computer, completely ignoring Blaine's existence. A moment later two very large men came into the room, both in uniform, both with guns.
"Remove your shoes and belt" one said,
"Also any weapons, personal belongings and electronics go in here," the second pointed to a small bin on the receptionist's desk. Blaine pulled his phone and wallet from his pocket and placed them both inside. Removed his belt and shoes, then waited.
The first guard picked up his things and walked away, the second motioned for him to follow, turned around, and left the room. Blaine sighed before following.
"Now kid, your record is very, well… not very good is it?" Blaine just shrugged. the guard chuckled, whispered something about trouble then ushered Blaine into a small dark room.
"Change into these." he threw a navy blue jumpsuit and a pair of slip on sneakers at Blaine. As soon as the door closed Blaine sighed, none of the other schools had made him wear a uniform. He shrugged out of his clothes and pulled on the jumpsuit, he knocked once on the door to let the guard know he was done.
The guard opened the door, "suites you," he laughed and led Blaine to the dorm areas.
"Anything of yours gets stolen, it's not our problem. you get smacked around a bit, not our problem, don't like your classes, not our problem, don't like the food in the cafeteria-" "not your problem?" Blaine interjected before sighing in boredom. the guard chuckled
"suppose you been to a few schools like this?" Blaine nodded "…a few"
The guard opened a door and the walked inside. "Boys," he called the three other boys in the room to attention. The tall blonde laughed, "Fresh meat Brad?" The guard just laughed and walked back out of the room, leaving Blaine and the boys alone.
"Hey new kid, i'm jeff." The blond stood and walked over to Blaine,
"This is Wes, and David." he nodded toward the other boys, who were currently playing some game with very old, worn cards. "Blaine," he replied nodding at the others.
"you can have lower bunk over there, class starts in 20, so be quick."
"But it's saturday…"
"Yeah, and we get classes on saturday." Wes said standing and stretching. He and David left the room.
"Put your shit down and lets go." Jeff started to walk out the door. Blaine dropped his stuff on his new bunk and followed. "Few words of advice. when they ask you what elective you want, don't take something stupid. Stick with Warblers or football, everything else here sucks."
"Warblers?" Blaine asked, but Jeff never responded.
They walked into a small classroom and took seats toward the back.
Blaine decided he'd stick with Jeff for a few hours till he felt this school out, then he'd take charge.
A week later things had gone just that way. Blaine had quickly established himself as Badass number one, and everyone fell in line behind him.
Rumors spread that he was at the school for all sorts of things. Robbery,assault, a few people even seemed to believe Blaine had hacked into the FBI database.
Blaine never spoke of how he got into the school, just let people make it up, it kept people afraid of him, which means people stayed distant, Blaine preferred distance.
Blaine had secretly been very surprised that no one seemed to have an issue when he had told them he was gay, he was then more surprised that the cool thing to do in this school was sing, it turned out, the Warblers, were an acapella group.
Blaine had signed up, thankful for any musical expression he could find, and was waiting outside with a few other boys, to audition.
"Next!" Wes' voice rang clear from inside. Blaine stood and walked through the door. A group of about twenty or so boys sat in a semi circle inside the room.
A boy also sat at the piano with his back to the boys, playing something Blaine didn't recognize.
"State your name and what song you're performing," the boy's voice was a few octaves higher then Blaine expected, but he never turned to face Blaine.
"Blaine Anderson, and I'll be singing katy Perry's Teenage Dream." A few boys snickered, but no one said anything, because it was Blaine, and Blaine was dangerous, and a complete mystery.
The piano began to play, the pianist knowing the song without any kind of sheet music. Blaine started off just standing still, singing at a normal level, but the piano player didn't seem to enjoy that.
"louder, you're perfuming, not mourning." Blaine raised his voice to the challenge, he was belting the song now, being sucked into the performance.
He began dancing and spinning around the other boys, truly performing, with all he had.
The song ended too soon, Blaine had never felt so good in his life. His heart pounded in his chest, waiting to see if he had made it. The boy at the piano stood, still not facing Blaine and began to walk from the room,
"You have your newest warbler, send the others waiting outside away." The boys cheered and congratulated their newest member. Blaine just stared after the mysterious boy.
Why was he so intriguing?
A/N:Hi guys! remember this is my first Klaine fiction so please be nice :)
