Blaine didn't want to transfer schools, he really didn't. Though of course his wants were thrown to the back in favor of his father's desires. Not that Blaine was complaining. It was almost second nature to him to know that his dad would dictate everything that went on around him. Though his father seemed to make himself scarce as soon as Blaine came out of the proverbial closet.

His mother was the quiet type, mostly keeping to herself and trying to do anything to please her husband. So when his father told them that they were moving to Lima, there was no point in attempting to appease his mother in trying to stay where they were. He was enrolled at Dalton, and could very well stay there seeing as they had boarding accommodations. His dad had scoffed at the idea of spending that kind of money on a son like him. In layman's terms, he didn't want to allow his gay son to live by himself at an all boys' boarding school and be happy. Instead, they were currently en route to their mansion of a home just on the outskirts of town.

The next day, he would be attending William McKinley High School. It was only about three weeks into the first semester, but it would still be awkward to be the new kid regardless of what point during the year he'd shown up. Blaine sucked in a deep breath as they pulled up the long drive that filtered into a three-car garage. His car and his mother's cars had already been dropped off and were sitting in their appropriate spots.

The three gradually got out of the car and shut their doors in unison. Blaine stretched and popped his sore muscles, turning to gaze out the opened garage door. The sun was just setting along the horizon, casting deep shadows along the pavement. He didn't acknowledge his father's gruff call for him to get inside. Blaine scanned the rich reds and brilliant oranges blending together as a few indigo clouds breezed through the sky. He jumped with a start at the sound of the automatic door closing, shutting him inside.

Blaine reluctantly made his way up the few steps and straight into the kitchen. Apparently a few of his dad's workers had already come by and stocked the house with their belongings, so they didn't have to unpack anything. He was thankful for that, his eyelids were struggling to stay open as it was. He let his fingers travel along the pristine marble countertops before making his way towards the grand staircase that led upstairs to where his room was supposed to be.

Finding his room presented a challenge in it of itself. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, there were several doors lining the hallway. Each door was nondescript and all of them were shut. He sighed and decided he would just try each door and hope that it was the correct one. He shuffled to the end of the hall and began opening and shutting each door until he came across the one that had to be his own. The walls were painted in a dull beige color and there were two other doors inside. He opened one that led into a decent sized en suite bathroom with sparkling ivory tiles and charcoal accents. Blaine then walked over to the other door, which he could only assume was his closet. He opened the door and was faced with all of his clothing hung along the racks. Blaine then crossed the room to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt before heading to his bathroom.

He hoped that a nice, long shower would relax his nerves about the impending day. Blaine stripped and tossed his clothing into the hamper then fixed the water to his liking before stepping in. The warm water cascading down loosened his tense muscles as he rolled his shoulders back, working the kinks out after sitting in a car all day. After becoming sufficiently pruned, he quickly washed off and stepped into the now seemingly freezing room and dried off hastily. Pulling on his sweats and shirt, he popped his head out into the hall to catch a fleeting glance of his father walking into his room followed by his mother.

She smiled warmly at him and held up a delicate hand, "Goodnight, sweetie."

Blaine returned the smile and waved back, "Night, mom." She returned to her room and Blaine leaned heavily on his doorframe. Sighing, he turned and shut the door behind him. His eyes scanned his room, collecting inventory to be sure all of his things were in fact there. Then he crawled under the covers of his premade bed and reached to flick off the small lamp at his bedside. He knew that the next day was going to be difficult, so he wasted no time in falling into a deep slumber.

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As anticipated, the day started off all wrong. After waking up late and rushing through gelling his hair, he didn't have a chance to get any breakfast. Then his car wouldn't start up, so he had to take his mom's car instead. After that, he finally made it to school, which took him twice as long since he got lost about three times. Blaine read the schedule he had gotten in the mail a week before and scanned it. His first block was AP bio, so he hurried through the crowded halls to his class. Blaine was very punctual, so he was usually the first to arrive at his classes. That day was no exception. The classroom was entirely empty save for one mysterious boy in the back corner of the room.

He appeared to be sleeping as he could only see perfectly coiffed chestnut hair flattened on the desk in the dark room. The lights were turned off and it was still slightly dark out from it being so early. Blaine worried his lower lip, hovering just inside the room. He wasn't sure if he should flip the lights on or if he should just stand outside the room until someone else came.

Before he could ponder any other options, the boy stirred and let out a groan. "You going to come in, or are you just admiring the view for afar?" Blaine was taken off guard at the slightly high-pitched tone with the sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Well… I- uh." Blaine sputtered, uncomfortable.

The boy slammed his open palm against the top of his desk and pushed up to reveal a stunningly handsome face. Blaine flushed as he scanned the boy's delicate and yet masculine features, taking in how utterly beautiful he was. The boy rolled his eyes and stood to full height and strode over to him. He was dressed in dark jeans that were practically painted on, paired with a white v-neck shirt and a deep burgundy leather jacket. His black boots clunked along the linoleum until he was but a few inches from Blaine. The boy was a few inches taller than Blaine, so he seemed to almost loom over him. Blaine was about to take a step back or ask for this kid to back off, but instead, he found himself lost in his eyes. They were the most unique color he had ever come across. His eyes were a pale blue-grey with specks of gold and green. He arched an eyebrow at Blaine who continued to stare.

The boy waved his hand in front of Blaine's face and he blinked a couple of times. "Hey, kid. What's the deal?" Blaine was about to speak, but if was as if his tongue had grown in size and he wasn't able to produce a coherent thought in his head anyway. Blaine watched as the confusion on the boys face turned into a cocky smirk. "What's your name, gorgeous?" He purred. Wondering if he had actually heard him right, Blaine turned and flicked on the lights in the room. Having the light on made him feel a bit more comfortable, though he was disappointed when the boy squinted his stunning eyes at the fluorescent bulbs. Though once he adjusted, the lights just made his eyes all the more vibrant.

Blaine shook his head, remembering that he was just asked a question. "Oh, I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He held out his hand in a friendly gesture. The boy pulled his eyebrows up into an 'are you serious?' look before wrapping his own hand around Blaine's and shook it.

"Well…" The boy silently appraised Blaine up and down, causing a blush to burn his cheeks. "I must say it is definitely a pleasure meeting you." Blaine laughed awkwardly and released his hold on the boy's hand. "I'm Kurt."

"It's nice to meet you, Kurt." Blaine smiled genuinely at Kurt, his blood heating his face once again.

"Hmm." Kurt pursed his lips, considering something. "I think you'll change your mind about that."

Blaine scrunched his brows together, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I have a reputation around here. I'm not exactly what you'd call a nice guy." Kurt gave a sideways smile, though his eyes shown with a hint of regret in them.

Though Kurt's words were basically telling him to stay away, there seemed to be something about him that Blaine couldn't shake. He felt drawn to Kurt in a way he'd never felt before. It was strange seeing as though he had only just met him a few minutes ago.

Students were now filing into the classroom, shooting confused glances at Blaine and glares at Kurt. "I'm new here, and it would be nice if I could have a friend to talk to…" Blaine ventured.

Kurt let out a short laugh. "Honey, we are not friends. Okay?" He paused for a moment and took a purposeful step closer to Blaine so that he could practically feel Kurt's body heat in the miniscule space between them. "Unless you want to be something more… I'm not one for relationships, but if you want a quick fuck…" Kurt licked at his lips. "I'd be willing to oblige." Blaine could smell the tobacco wafting from his breath that mixed with a strong cinnamon scent.

Blaine opened and shut his mouth several times before he was able to properly answer him. "I don't do… that type of thing. Sorry to disappoint." Though Kurt was stunning, he wouldn't lower himself to that level. Blaine wondered if Kurt was actually gay, or if he was just screwing with him. He backed away from him only to see that the only empty seat was the one next to where Kurt was sitting. He closed his eyes and took in a long purposeful breath before making his way between the rows of desks. Kurt followed suit, and he could practically feel his gaze burning holes in his back. Well, this is going to be an interesting year… He decided as he took his seat at the back of the room. Without looking up, he heard the desk beside him creak as Kurt sat down.

The teacher began taking role and of course, Blaine was the first one on there because of his last name. "Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine held his hand in the air, "Here."

The teacher gave him a quizzical look before beaming. "Oh! So you are the new student the school has been buzzing about. I am Mrs. Carlson, just incase you didn't know already. Would you like to take a moment to tell the class a little something about yourself?"

Blaine groaned inwardly. He met eyes with a few snickering students, all waiting for him to go and make a fool of himself. This is what he hated the most about first days. Some teachers forced students to stand and tell about themselves in a very embarrassing manner. Without thinking, he glanced over to Kurt and was surprised to see genuine curiosity burning in those liquid blue orbs. Kurt blinked a few times and then realized that Blaine was watching him, so he slipped on an arrogant smile and nudged him with his elbow.

"Okay, well…" Blaine began lamely, "My name is Blaine and I just transferred here from Dalton Academy. I'm a musician, and I like to sing. I was lead vocalist for my school's glee club, The Warblers." He felt a pang of loss at mentioning his old group.

"You sing?" A short girl with long, thick brown hair stood and flattened her skirt before making her way over to him. Though she was tiny, the girl was somehow slightly intimidating. "Rachel Berry. I'm one of the leads for our glee club here, the New Directions! We are holding a meeting this afternoon after our last class, so I expect to see you there promptly at three thirty." Before getting to answer, Mrs. Carlson told her to go back to her seat. He just nodded in her direction when she turned to watch him from her front row seat.

The teacher continued with the roll as if nothing happened. Blaine glanced timidly at Kurt just to see those eyes watching him. "So, you sing?" It took a moment for Blaine to figure out that Kurt was talking to him.

"Yeah… Do you?"

Kurt's face fell a bit, revealing something past his bad boy persona. He could practically see the walls being put back up as Kurt's posture and entire demeanor altered. "Nope." Popping on the 'p'. "Though I'd love to hear you sing. I can tell by your voice you must have a very sultry singing range." He winked.

"Kurt Hummel?" Mrs. Carlson broke into their private conversation, speaking his name with disdain.

Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically. "You're looking right at me. Must I respond when you can clearly see that I'm present?" Blaine chuckled lightly.

"Is there something funny that you'd like to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Anderson?" His teacher was clearly upset at the two of them.

Slightly caught off guard, he lowered his head and shook it. "No, ma'am." Kurt seemed to be put out, clearly thinking that Blaine would speak his mind.

"He was laughing at you since he obviously thinks that you should be able to take role without forcing each person to acknowledge you." Kurt stated dully.

Mrs. Carlson huffed as her face went violet. "Principal's office… Both of you."

Blaine knew better than to argue with a teacher, though he had no idea why he was in trouble in the first place. He could only stare incredulous at the teacher before glowering at Kurt for causing the whole thing. For a split second, fear contorted his face before he schooled his features and brushed it off. The pair stood and grabbed their bags in unison and headed out the classroom door.

"Damn it." Blaine cursed as he slowly made his way aimlessly down one of the halls. He didn't know where the principal's office was in the first place. It was his first day for God's sakes and he was already in trouble? And it was all because of the stunning blue-eyed boy who was now keeping pace with Blaine's erratic strides. He got to a 'T' in the halls and decided to go left, leading him in some unknown direction. Eventually he passed by a room he was sure he'd seen before and he spun around to be face-to-face with Kurt. "Why the hell are you just letting me wander around here and not helping in the slightest? We're both supposed to be going to the Principal, so why don't you lead the way?"

"Well, Blainers… I have no intention of going to see Figgins, so I was just admiring your ass as you strutted yourself through the hallways." Kurt leaned up against one of the lockers with a sigh. It should be illegal to look so damn good. His porcelain skin was almost glowing in the hallway light. He would look almost angelic were it not for the devious glint in his eyes. "There's no point in it anyway. He'll just write you off with a warning and give me detention for a week or some stupid shit like that. I don't really care."

Remembering the fear that he swore he saw, Blaine figured Kurt was lying. So he stupidly decided to call him on it. "Are you sure? You seemed to be worried about it back in class. You're obviously just acting out because Mommy and Daddy didn't give you enough attention" Blaine was still fuming at that point, releasing his annoyance on Kurt. "Well, that sucks. But you don't have to drag me into it."

Kurt sent a harsh glare at Blaine before thrusting himself off the lockers and crowding Blaine into the set of lockers on the other side of the hall. Blaine began to panic as he felt his back connect with the cool metal. Kurt slammed a fist on the locker door beside his ear, letting the sound reverberate in his ears. He placed his other arm across Blaine's chest, keeping him in place. "Don't pretend you know anything about me. You don't know me, and you never will." Kurt's eyes tightened as his upper lip twitched in anger.

Blaine let his eyes linger on Kurt's face. So close up, he felt like he could hardly take in enough oxygen for his brain to function. His field of vision was completely filled up with Kurt. Blaine was able to make out a light dusting of pale freckles along his milky complexion, which was flawless.

Kurt's breath shuddered and he suddenly pushed back, releasing Blaine from his hold. He kept his eyes downcast, his seashell pink mouth slightly ajar.

Blaine bit down on his lip, feeling sorry for him. "Look, I'm sorr-" Blaine wasn't able to finish his apology as Kurt strode out the double door leading out into the parking lot. He knew that Kurt was trouble, it was easy to tell… Blaine also knew that he loved mysteries. And Kurt was one mystery he wasn't willing to give up on.

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So I've always wanted to do a badboy!Kurt fic since for some reason I feel like it would be more believable for Kurt to be like that. I still love ones with Blaine being the bad boy, and I might even write one like that later! I'm still working on my other story, but I got writers block and I have been planning this for a while now. I hope that you enjoyed it! Reviews make me happy!