So what I should be doing is writing the next chapter of 'Kurt At Dalton'. Which is late. So late. It'll be up soon. I hope. It's all in my head. However I was inspired by Britney Spears' new song "Criminal". It's a hilarious and fun song. (Plus everything makes me think of klaine.) Thanks so much for giving my silly fic a try. It will be multi-chaptered unless you guys think I Should leave it the way it is.

Standard disclaimer applies.

But mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy

XxX

Most people at Dalton knew who Blaine Anderson was. Blaine was that kid who was always first to raise his hand in every class. He was always punctual and wearing a smile. He was easily recognized by his gelled down helmet of curly hair. They all thought of him as something of a nerd, an over-achiever even by their high standards. He was friendly though, and so very dapper, pretty much impossible to dislike. He talked with you about your problems and your life, working hard to cheer you up when you were down. Blaine was everywhere, helping out with everything and anything, never once complaining. If he had one fault, it was that he was a buzz kill; he refused to drink or smoke or join in on late-night parties, he discouraged any rambunctious behavior and didn't like violence of any kind. He didn't like it when people acted up or did something stupid for attention. It was a very common thought that Blaine had probably never done anything wrong or dangerous in his entire life. In that way, Dalton was the perfect school for him. Dalton Academy for Boys was not a place filled with scandal. The majority of the students had Ohio's finest as their parents and nobody did anything that was too outside the mould of what a good prep school boy should. Everything was a certain way at Dalton, and Blaine was their poster boy.

Blaine sat in his period three language class, waiting for the bell to ring so he could go to lunch. He had handed in the page the class had been working on and was now sitting patiently at his desk. (Front and to the left, like in most of his classes.) His books were piled neatly in front of him, hands clasped on top of them and a small smile on his face. A transfer student named Sebastian sat a few desks to the right of him, slumped over, his head lazily resting on his fist.. He'd breezed through the simple worksheet and now Sebastian watched Blaine out of the corner of his eye. Initially, he had been attracted to the curly haired boy, but Blaine was no fun. There was nothing sexy about the bashful schoolboy act after a few weeks. Sure the kid had nice arms and a killer smile but Sebastian needed personality and flare to get his blood racing. Blaine had neither. Honestly he couldn't be more boring. As far as Sebastian could tell he did the same thing every single day. He didn't date, he didn't party, and apparently nobody had ever seen him out of uniform except right before he went to bed. Dull. Sebastian liked his hook-ups quick and fiery. He'd already had a few flings at this school and he was getting restless. Ohio had nothing to offer him anymore. Nothing interesting ever happened here.

So it was to Sebastian's surprise when something did. He rarely stayed for lunch and was swirling his keys around one finger and smirking his way to the parking lot when he noticed several people had stopped and were looking in astonishment at a truck that was parked crookedly, taking up more than it's share of parking space. It was a nice truck but it was beat up around the edges and needed a new paint job. That wasn't what had caught their attention though. Sitting on the hood of the truck was a cinnamon skinned girl in a tight, short red dress with a jean jacket over it, her long black hair falling down her back. Her face had such a level of disdain written on it that even Sebastian could never hope to top it. Sitting next to her was a leggy blond in cut-off short shorts and a tiny tube top with a jean vest, her fingers and wrists covered with rings and bracelets. Her head was on the dark-haired girl's shoulder and her eyes were closed. They were hot. Sebastian could see the boys around him taking mental photographs to save for later. He held back laughter. Just from the way the two had their hands clasped together, he knew. His gaydar was extremely good, and the two girls were no straighter than he was. They weren't the only ones there though. A muscular guy with a Mohawk was leaning against the driver's seat door, and every few minutes he would put his arm through the open window and honk the horn loudly and very rudely. He too was wearing a jean vest, over a white t-shirt. Sebastian appreciated the view. But really were they trying to make a point with the all the jean material?

Almost everyone however was staring almost transfixed at a tall pale boy. The boy was wearing the tightest and most complicated pair of leather skinnies Sebastian had ever seen. There were lots of belts, chains, and metal studs. On top he was wearing a plain tight-fitted black t-shirt with a v-neck, showing off his slim waist and his arms. A few chains of some sort hung from his neck, white and silver, glinting in the sun. He was pure sex appeal. There was a fire about him, blazing even from a distance. He looked dangerous. More so than the Mohawk-guy who could probably crush every student at this school with his bare hands, more so than the dark-haired girl who looked like she might just have razor blades hidden somewhere in her stilettos, more so than the blonde girl with her ring filled fingers, rings that looked designed to cut. This boy looked like he knew your secrets and would use them against you. This boy with his brown hair swept off his forehead perfectly, looked like he could ruin your life and enjoy it. People like this had no reason to be at Dalton.

When Blaine appeared people immediately worried for him. An eternal conflict-fixer, would he try and make them leave, these people that obviously didn't belong? Most of them didn't notice the angry fists at his side or the tension in his back as he walked forward. They were shocked when the cinnamon-skinned girl's voice called out, fluid like lava and just as scorching. "Anderson."
"Lopez," Blaine nodded her way. The blonde girl opened her eyes slowly like a cat and smiled in Blaine's direction, giving him a little wave. The boy with the Mohawk glared at him, arms crossing.
"Puckerman," Blaine acknowledged him as well. The parking lot was silent as a graveyard as people watched in anticipation. Blaine came to a stop right in front of the pale boy who towered over him by a couple of inches in his boots.
"Kurt." Blaine breathed out softly, but angrily, barely heard by his peers.
"You've been avoiding my calls." the boy now known as Kurt stated. Eyebrows were raised at that unexpected statement, while the name Kurt was whispered throughout the crowd making it's way back to those who could not hear. The conversation got quieter then and most people could no longer hear. They all pretended they weren't paying attention anymore and all the movement of the parking lot started again. That is until Kurt pulled Blaine closer by his Dalton tie and slowly placed his lips against the shorter boy's his tongue darting out quickly to swipe across Blaine's lips. His hands slid down to Blaine's hips, pulling him closer and Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders moaning into the kiss. Then abruptly Kurt pushed Blaine away.
"Don't avoid my calls anymore, Blaine. I won't be happy." Not five minutes later, they were gone. Blaine still standing in the parking lot waving back at the blonde girl who sat in the truck bed, hand spasming furiously a grin on her face,
"Kurt'll be in a better mood now! Thanks!" she called, her peppy voice getting quieter as the truck drove off.

Blaine could feel all eyes on him. Shit.

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