a/n: Ok so I noticed that I'd only ever really seen Badboy!Blaine or Badboy!Kurt in fics, I'd never seen them together. This is pretty much what I think would happen if they were to meet.

The rating will go higher later.

I don't own the characters, or glee, etc.


As he inhaled the last drag of his cigarette, Blaine Anderson looked around the campus of McKinley High School and realized something.

He hated everything.

He hated the people, he hated the building, and he hated the grass, the trees, the birds, the chatter of the passing students, the logo, the bins, the lights.

Everything.

Sighing to himself, Blaine dropped his cigarette on the floor and stood on it, spreading it across the tarmac with his boot as he exhaled.

This year was going to be fucking exhausting.

Blaine technically shouldn't even be here, he should be back at Dalton with his friends. Well at Dalton, the people you classed as friends were the people that didn't want to stab you with a homemade shiv while you were asleep. Your best friends were the ones you could rely on to have your back if someone actually tried that shit.

The only reason he was here, was because he'd managed to be stable enough to make parole for his senior year. In all honesty he did want to graduate, but if someone got in his way then they'd better watch out, because Blaine was like MacGyver when it came to weapons and he could make them out of pretty much anything.

Everything seemed so peachy and happy here; everyone was smiling and laughing all the time and it just made Blaine want to punch every single person in sight. It didn't help that when a short, brown haired girl actually bumped in to him, she apologized and moved to hold the door open for him as he walked through—although when he tried to walk away the girl began to ramble on about it being perfectly okay to be the new kid and how he should join the Glee Club so she has more people singing behind her—honestly if she wasn't half a foot shorter than him (and a girl) then she'd have a broken jaw and a busted lip by now.

After he finally escaped the obviously self absorbed girl, Blaine followed the corridor until he found the main office of the school. He'd been told to go there before class to collect his timetable and go over the boundaries of his parole. Apparently he wasn't the only person there who was in the same boat as him, yippee. Maybe they could bond over their juvenile delinquency and become best friends...

Fuck that.

Opening the glass doors, he stood in front of the receptionist's desk before she told him to take a seat. Apparently being on parole means you're a special ray of sunshine and get to speak to the principal. Oh what an honor.

Blaine only waited a matter of minutes before the principal opened the doors to his office and ushered him inside, telling him to take a seat as he took his own in the chair against the window, shuffling some papers around on his desk before he began to talk.

"So, Mr Anderson, your file tells me you're on parole from Dalton Academy in Westerville?"

"That's right"

Principal Figgins (it was kind of hard to miss the brass name tag on the desk) raised his eyebrows at Blaine's bluntness, clearing his throat before he continued.

"And you were sent there for..."

"Fighting mostly, I think the fact I shanked a kid didn't help" Blaine replied, wiping his nose with his sleeve as he looked to the side of the room, obviously bored with the discussion.

"...Of course"

"Didn't get him too bad, just a pretty deep scratch"

"..."

They remained silent for a few moments as Principal Figgins went through a few more papers on his desk, Blaine couldn't help but notice that a computer would help this guy a lot—but he supposed that's what the lady in the other room was for. He could already tell this year was going to be painful as hell.

"Well Blaine. Here is your time table, your locker number and combination have been stapled on to it. I wish you a successful year at McKinley High school. Just a reminder that if you are involved in any ruckus on the school grounds, you are entitled to one suspension and then that's it, back to Dalton Academy where you came from."

Blaine could tell the Principal was trying to get him out of his office as quickly as possible as he began to talk gradually faster, and frankly this wasn't the first time it had happened to him. He took the paper without a word as the man handed it to him, standing up and leaving the room with his head held high and a confident strut.

Principal Figgins needed to know this school was his, and he wasn't going to take shit.


Blaine had just slammed his locker closed; grabbing the books he needed for his first class when he saw him. There was a boy—fairly taller than him—with coiffed brown hair and an obvious attitude, who could part the students around him like the red sea.

Not to mention he was hot as hell.

The boy actually strutted past Blaine, causing a kid in front of him to step on his foot as he tried to move for the passing boy. This actually earned the kid a shove in to the boy, he looked like he could use a bit of rustling up anyway. His chin was held high like he was better than everyone else, and Blaine didn't believe it for one second.

The tall boy stopped in his tracks, his shoulders hunching in what seemed to be anger as he turned to the boy that had been pushed in to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I uh- I was pushed!" The boy stuttered, pointing to Blaine who clearly couldn't care less, before practically sprinting away.

Blaine raised his eyebrows at the boy as he ran away, only to be faced with the taller boy when he looked back.

The boy was wearing a tight leather jacket and black pants, with boots none too similar to Blaine's. This must be one of the other guys that were on parole at this school.

This was going to be interesting.

"You think you're being funny?" He asked, a hand resting on the locker behind Blaine as he tried to be intimidating.

"Well, I like to think so" Blaine smiled with a smug smile; he figured sarcasm was the best way to get this kid riled up. Hopefully school would be a little more interesting with him around.

"Well don't. Because shit like that will get you hurt around here, and it would be a shame ruin such a pretty face" His face was now closer to Blaine's as he looked the shorter boy up and down, there was a small crowd gathering around them as they were anticipating a fight of some sort.

"You know, you're kinda hot when you're angry" Blaine replied, biting his lip and raising his eyebrow, looking the taller boy up and down in, almost mimicking what he'd done to Blaine seconds ago.

"Bite me."

"If that's what you're in to."

The taller boy paused for a moment, stepping back slightly from Blaine. He probably wasn't used to people talking to him like that, and frankly it was something he was going to have to get used to. The boy pondered for a moment before opening his mouth again.

"I like you, I could use a challenge around here" he said with a sly smile, leaning away from Blaine and fixing his jacket.

"What's your name?"

"Kurt, you?"

"Blaine"

"Well Blaine" The way Kurt said his name made him shiver a little bit, but he would never admit it. "I'll see you around" he winked as he turned to walk away.

"Oh and, Blaine?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows in response.

"Stay the hell out of my way, because next time I won't be so nice."

Blaine simply stood there, shaking his head at Kurt as he walked away. Who did he think he was? Sure, he may have been here longer than Blaine, but that didn't give him the right to do shit.

Although he was really hot when he was angry.

Rolling his eyes, Blaine turned around to see nearly everyone in the hallway staring at him and they weren't even trying to hide it. He couldn't tell if they were in shock or in awe, but if anything it should be in fear, so this felt really, really wrong.

Glaring at everyone as he passed yet without making actual eye contact, Blaine pushed through the small crowd of people, making sure to forcefully knock his shoulders in to them if they were in his way. He wasn't going to take this crap from anyone, especially from that wannabe bad boy in the leather.

Even if he was a hot wannabe bad boy, and no Blaine had not noticed how good his ass looked as he walked away.

Trying to shake the thought from his mind, Blaine decided his day was better spent making sure he didn't get suspended. It's not that he really cared, it's just that he'd rather save his 'get out of jail free hard' as it were, to do something actually worthwhile.

He hadn't decided what that would be yet, but he would sure as hell make it count.


Blaine's morning classes went by uneventfully. In all of his classes he managed to find a seat near the back where he could keep to himself and not be called on to answer things. A weird Jewish kid with an afro tried to sit next to him in his biology class, but Blaine soon scared him off and sent a few threats his way for good measure, making sure neither him nor his friends bothered Blaine at all—for anything.

He wasn't bad at school, not at all. Blaine just couldn't pay attention to things that he hated. Luckily for him, things like Math were a breeze, which made more complex classes like Physics a lot easier. It was subjects like Literature and French that really got to him, numbers were easy, communication was not.

There was a reason he shut people out.

Sure, he could come up with comebacks and threats at the drop of a dime, but if he tried to have an actual intelligent conversation with someone, then Blaine would be royally fucked.

This is why the fact that Blaine took French as part of his curriculum pissed him off so much. It pretty much guaranteed him to fail.

What made matters worse, was that Kurt was in this class, and it seemed to be a breeze for him.

« Grande, l'idiot à partir de cematin estdans notre classe. Cela vaêtre intéressant. »

Blaine over heard Kurt talking as he walked past his table, and although he was looking directly at Blaine, he was clearly speaking to a gothic-looking Asian girl who was sitting next to him, seeing as she'd broken out in to giggles and tried to cover her mouth with her hand, wanting to look as nonchalant as possible.

Sighing, Blaine walked around Kurt's table and sat in the spot directly behind him. If he couldn't do anything about the whispers and murmurs in the class, then he could at least discreetly annoy the snooty boy and push his buttons. This way if Kurt snaps and hits him first, then Blaine won't get suspended.

It was about fifteen minutes in to the lesson when Blaine noticed that Kurt was actually concentrating on his work, they'd been given sentences in French and were told to translate them the best they could—just so the teacher knew what they could do. Of course, Kurt was breezing through it.

A smirk grew across Blaine's face as he slumped down in to his chair, running his boot up the back of Kurt's calf. Hell, he had better things to focus on than French.

Blaine noticed how Kurt's shoulders tensed, he obviously wanted to retaliate or tell him to stop, but the teacher had said this was in test conditions, so there was nothing he could do about it without getting in to trouble. This would teach him for being an asshole in a language Blaine didn't understand.

Biting at his lip, Blaine slouched more so he could push his foot higher up Kurt's leg, brushing as high up his thigh as he could before the chair stopped him. It took everything he had not to laugh out loud when Kurt kicked his foot away, because Blaine could see the death grip he had on his pen. If he held on much tighter it would probably snap.

He had no idea it would be this easy.


Since Blaine didn't take anything out for the class in the first place, he was one of the first to leave the room, chuckling to himself as he headed across the school. It was lunch time now, and he was hoping he could fit in a smoke and have time to make himself smell presentable before he got back to the school.

He almost got suspended from a school once because he reeked of tobacco, and he'd rather not take his chances here.

This morning Blaine had found a small deserted spot across the school oval just under the bleachers, not too far down from there a group called 'the skanks' would hang out. They'd agreed that if Blaine didn't tell on them, that they wouldn't tell on him.

He was just about to light up his smoke when he was pushed in to nearby fence, his face pressing against the wire for a second before he was flipped over, his arms pinned above his head.

"What the fuck was that?"

Oh so it seems Kurt didn't forget about French class, hmm.

"What was what?" Blaine replied casually, his cigarette was now bent, but it was still hanging out of his mouth causing him to mumble a little.

"You fucking know what!" Kurt said, it was almost a yell as he gripped Blaine's hands and slammed them harder against the fence, only causing the shorter boy to chuckle.

"Well princess, don't talk shit about me—especially when I can't understand it—and we won't have a problem, will we?" Blaine smirked, never breaking eye contact with Kurt.

"I only call it as it see it" Kurt smirked, his face now ghosting over Blaine's for a second, causing a distraction as he kneed the other boy in the stomach.

Kurt let go of Blaine's hands, quickly turning away to leave as he expected him to kneel over in pain like everyone else, but that wasn't the case this time.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" Blaine called after Kurt, quickly standing and spitting at him, his spit landing in the back of the taller boy's hair.

Kurt stopped on his tracks, pausing before turning back to face Blaine, fully prepared for the fist flying towards his jaw.

Ducking, he turned to kick Blaine in the stomach, who grabbed his leg and caused him to fall backwards. Before Kurt had to chance to stand again, Blaine was straddling Kurt's own stomach, pinning his hands to the concrete at either side of his head.

Blaine smirked down at Kurt, raising and eyebrow at the struggling boy. He clearly underestimated Blaine's strength.

Their eyes connected for just a second too long when a surge of electricity flowed through Blaine as he leaned down and attached their lips, his grip on the boys hands tightening as he felt the Kurt kiss him back.

The kiss was in no way tender, but there wasn't one boy trying to dominate the other. They both deepened and it wasn't until Kurt swiped his tongue over Blaine's lips that he pulled back, still smirking at the other boy before he slammed his forehead down in to the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck you" Blaine spat, leaning away from Kurt and standing up, walking to crush his obviously ruined cigarette under his foot as he pulled another out of his packet, watching Kurt clutch at his face, his body rolling on the floor.

Blaine turned on his heel and chuckled to himself, walking across the oval and not caring that everyone could see him smoking.

He'd damn well earned this.


By the way, I used google translator for the French saying, it's roughly translated to "Great, the idiot from this morning in in our class. This is going to be interesting"

(I think, I closed the window and I forgot, don't sue me)