Authors Note:

Warning: Just a load of AU, badboy!Kurt , nerd!Blaine rubbish.

Disclaimer: I own nada, except le writing in le fic that moi wrote.

This happened...stupid plot bunnie *grumpy face* Just a load of badboy!Kurt, nerd!Blaine because I am wierd. Have fun... ;D

"Looking forward to detention tomorrow, Anderson?" Blaine scowled at him, pushing his way past and trying to leave the classroom as fast as possible.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there!" Kurt said, pulling him back "Enough of the abuse Anderson."

Blaine huffed a sigh, pushing his glasses further up his nose and looking at him square on.

"Is your primary function to make me feel uncomfortable or do you really have no boundaries?" Blaine snapped. Kurt laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"Nope. You just can't stand to be away from me." Kurt replied. "Bye Frodo."

He began to stroll off down the hallways, pulling on his jacket and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Wait a second!" Blaine called, jogging after him. "What do you mean 'I can't stand to be away' from you? You're the one that's ended up with me in every class, in the seat right next to me. I literally have no space to breath, let alone stay away from you!"

Kurt chuckled, turning to face him square on. Their bodies were almost flush against each others, making Blaine's breathing quicken radically.

"Well, in the words of one Sue Sylvester," he said, putting on some great philosophical tone 'Those who dress like librarians are really just sex addicts', so I see nothing wrong in my statement."

He shoved his way out the front doors, leaving Blaine sub-conciously touching his bow-tie and stranded for words. By the time he'd reached Kurt, he was already by his motorcycle, dragging on a cigarette.

"Oh my god, what now Anderson?" Kurt groaned "This is exactly what I mean!"

"I feel like there's something else going on here..."

Kurt smiled devilishly, leaning back on his bike.

"Do you know how I work Anderson?" Kurt asked.

He shook his head.

"I have no labels. I can tell you do, because you dress and act like a first class fairy."

Blaine frowned slightly, but ignored it.

"I find people attractive. I don't sit and ponder about 'do they like me' or 'wow they're cute'. I think things about them that your perfect, first-class brain of yours wouldn't even begin to comprehend.

Blaine stared, wide eyed.

"And then do you know what they do?"

Blaine shook his head again.

Kurt leaned forward, putting his lips to his ear. "I let them come to me." he whispered, his breath sending shivers down his spine. "They come to me. I let them want me - yearn for me. Then I do unimaginable things to them that I know, deep down, they really wanted. And then I leave them. It's an on-going cycle." He took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in his direction. Blaine coughed, waving it away, but it was oddly alluring and didn't help the situation down south.

"And, do...do I...come into that cycle?" Blaine stammered. Kurt laughed, jumping onto his motorcycle and tossing his only half-used cigarette onto the floor and starting his engine.

I don't know - do you?" he asked "But what I do know Anderson, is that that there's no lack of proof of what you're hiding underneath those starched, perfectly ironed capris."

He was gone before Blaine could even choke out a goodbye.

Sorry about that.

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