A/N Hey, guys! So this is my very first Klaine fanfiction. I wanted to write one for a long time but I was really scared to mess it up! I still am, to be completely honest! ;-)
It's slightly AU and badboy!Blaine. Because no one can resist Darren Criss in a leather jacket... ;-)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything about Glee and stuff.. Do you really think Darren Criss would still be wearing a bow tie if I did! Well, maybe JUST a bow tie...
*cough* Yes... so.. ENJOY! :-)

Kurt groaned as his back collided with his locker. 'Watch it, faggot,' he heard Dave Karofsky say. He ignored the jock, lifted his bag on his shoulder and continued walking.
He hated this. He hated the fear when he walked down the halls. He hated the name calling, the locker shoving and the slushie facials. He couldn't tell his father, though. He might give Burt Hummel another heart attack and he cared way too much about his dad to let that happen. He was all Kurt had.
That wasn't completely true, though. He had the Glee club and his friends in it. He had his step brother Finn, who tried to protect him from the football team the best he could. He had Carole, his step mother, who crushed every 'Disney step mother' image with her loving smile. Yes, he is going to be fine. He is going to graduate, go to NYADA, meet the man of his dreams and live happily ever after.
As he walked into English class he found the classroom almost empty. He grabbed the books from his bag and sat down on his usual seat in the back, while his classmates arrived. His teacher came in last, put his briefcase on his desk and turned to the class.

'Hello, guys. Today-' He stopped talking and turned his attention to the doorway. Kurt looked up.
A short, slender boy was leaning against the doorframe, his dark curls falling in his eyes, a leather jacket showing off his broad shoulders and his dark jeans skinny. Too skinny...
Kurt found himself unable to look away, his eyes trained on the boy's lower half as he walked into the classroom to the teacher.
'I'm new,' he heard him say and oh my god, his voice was the definition of sexy.
'Yes,' the teacher said, still staring at the new boy, frowning. 'What is your name?'
'Blaine Anderson,' he replied, lazily looking around in the classroom, barely paying attention to the teacher, who was looking through a couple of papers on his desk and then pointed at the empty seat next to Kurt.
'You can sit over there, mr Anderson,' he said and Blaine's eyes fell on Kurt for the first time. A smirk appeared on his face. He walked over, dropped his bag on the floor and sunk down next to Kurt, who tried to avoid the smaller boy's intense gaze.

'Hey, babe,' he heard Blaine say as the teacher continued his class. Kurt looked up. Blaine was staring at him, the smirk still on his face and his hazel eyes a little dark. His beautiful hazel eyes...
'Hey,' he breathed back, causing Blaine's smirk to grow even wider.
'Were you checking me out?' Blaine raised his pierced eyebrow, his tone amused.
'No,' Kurt said, a lot more confident then he felt. Blaine chuckled,
'Aw, I don't mind, babe,' he said. 'You're hot, you can be a good fuck.' Kurt blushed furiously.
'Shut the hell up, Anderson.' The shorter boy just winked, put a finger on his lips to silence Kurt and pointed at the teacher. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked away.
He could feel Blaine's eyes on him but choose to ignore it. He hated the badboy act. The stupid eyebrow piercing, the hideous leather jacket and the aweful teasing. Because that's what he did, thought Kurt. Blaine Anderson is another straight asshole who thinks it's funny to tease the gay kid.
As soon as the bell rang he threw his books into his bag and walked out, not looking back. He almost ran down the hall and didn't slow down until he turned the corner. He stopped and took deep breaths to calm himself. Suddenly he felt a strong arm around his shoulder and panicked.
'Calm down, gorgeous,' he heard the now familiar voice whisper in his ear. He spun around, placed his hands on the toned chest and pushed him hard. Blaine collided with the wall behind him and clutched his torso, gasping for breath.
'Shit,' Kurt hissed, eyes wide in shock. 'Shit, Blaine, I'm sorry! Are you okay?'
He took a step towards the pained boy and suddenly saw panick flash in the hazel eyes. Blaine stepped away from the wall, glaring at Kurt and walked off, his shoulder smashing into Kurt's in the proces.
He watched Blaine walk off and sighed. This is not good.

A/N I hope you enjoyed this! I've got the next chapter ready so I'll update soon enough! :-)
The fiction is named after the Creed song 'Away In Silence', you'll find out why in a later chapter!
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