AN: Hi, and thanks for clicking on my story! This is a badboy!blaine fic. As a warning, this story will contain strong language, suggestive language, sex, drugs, and violence. Don't say you haven't been warned! I appreciate all feedback. I don't own Glee.
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Blaine's boots made a satisfying clunk clunk clunk sound as he walked down the halls of McKinley High- his new domain. It wasn't long until he found the guidance office, especially considering the office was made almost entirely of glass.
Yeah, students probably feel real comfortable airing out their personal problems where everyone can see them.
Blaine simply rolled his eyes at the stupidity of the design and walked through the already open door to the office. The woman at the desk was concentrating on organizing a few rows of pamphlet behind her desk and hadn't noticed Blaine walk in. He took a few more steps and dropped into the chair, tossing his backpack to the side, effectively startling the guidance counselor. Blaine smirked as she jumped slightly and turned around in her swivel chair, slightly flustered at the actions of the boy across from her.
Blaine smirked slightly. There was nothing he loved more than making people uncomfortable.
"Can I help you?" the doe-eyed, red haired woman asked. In that instant Blaine knew it was her he had received the phone call from about registering the other day. Blaine smiled, remembering the conversation.
"Hello?" Blaine asked, rubbing at his puffy morning eyes. It was far too damn early for someone to be calling.
"Hi!" said a chipper voice on the line, "Hello Mr. Anderson. My name is Emma Pillsbury fr-"
"Pillsbury, like the dough boy?" Blaine asked, rising from the creaking motel mattress. Movement from the other side of the bed caught his attention.
Oh yeah. Peter.
"Um, no not exactly. Well, yes I suppose. Um,"
Blaine laughed at how little it took to get the woman flustered, but decided she wasn't really of any harm. "What can I help you with, dough boy?"
"It's Ms. Pillsbury. I am calling from William McKinley High School in Lima. I wanted to let you know that we have received all of you paperwork and you are officially enrolled at our institution. Although I can't help but wonder why someone of you caliber didn't choose a more challenging school. Perhaps Dalton Academy, they're-"
"I guess you didn't check the paperwork. That's where I'm transferring from." Idiot.
"Oh, I see. Well, in that case- welcome to McKinley. You should report to the guidance office first thing Monday morning. You can pick up your schedule then"
Peter, who had been awoken by the phone exchange, rolled towards Blaine and snuggled into his leg.
"Get the fuck off," said Blaine. The green-eyed boy looked appalled. "Don't get too upset baby, no one's ever been good enough to keep around. Kindly leave."
"Excuse me-" Ms. Pillsbury said.
"Sorry," Blaine said, turning his attention back to the phone call, "What were you saying?" Peter began collecting his belongings with a look somewhere between anger and shame etched on his features. Blaine had to admit the boy was hot. He had styled red hair and a smoking body, but other than that there was nothing going on in Peter's head. He was dumb as a doornail. Peter zipped up his pants and scanned the room before walking towards the end table, which contained a small, half used baggy. "Hands off!" Blaine yelled. "I paid for the motel, asshole. The rest of that is mine"
"Excuse me!" said the voice on the other line. "What is going on?"
"Fuck you, Blaine." Peter said, storming towards the door.
"No, I believe I fucked you." Blaine said, smiling. With that, Peter turned on his heels and marched out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Mr. Anderson! I demand you attention!" It sounded about as threatening as a kitten who was having a rough day.
"You had it. Monday morning. Bright and early." With that, Blaine hung up the phone.
"Ms. Pillsbury, presume? I'm Blaine Anderson. New kid." Blaine's smile brightened as a blush creeped up the woman's cheeks. Blaine was right. She really was harmless.
"Um, yes. Of course. I've got your schedule right here, though you're a little late. The bell will ring any moment so you'll just have to go straight to your second period class. I'll let your first period teacher, Mrs. McQuillen, know that you were with me."
Blaine yawned as he accepted the stack of papers.
"There you'll find your schedule, your locker assignment and combination, a few permission forms, a student activities guide, and a health form. Now, do you have any questi-"
"Nope. See you around, dough boy." Blaine said, collecting his backpack. He found the hallway his locker was in just as the bell rang. Swarms of students began filling the hallway. Some rushing to their next class, some heading to their lockers, and others to the bathroom. It was all very typical and very boring. He looked down the row of lockers, discovering he won the locker lottery- bottom row. Fucking fantastic.
Squatting down, he spun in the combination and swung open the door. A pair of feet approached. Blaine expected the person to move or to speak to him, but neither of those things occurred. He looked up.
"You lost, babe?" Blaine asked, eyes traveling upwards to examine the boy. And babe was certainly the correct term to describe him. His skin was fair, his eyes were bright and an absolutely fascinating swirl of blues and greens, and his jeans were deliciously tight and hugging his legs in all the right places.
"Shouldn't you be the lost one? You're new, aren't you? I don't recognize you." Asked the boy, twisting slightly to get into what must of been his own locker. "But no, I'm not lost. Thanks for asking. You were just in my way."
Blaine was graced with the breathtaking view of the boys ass and it took every ounce of self control for him not to grab it then and there.
"You know, I was bummed about having a bottom locker, but I hadn't realized it would come with a view."
The metal door snapped shut. "Cute."
"I know I am." Blaine stood and faced the boy, surveying his features from this new angle. "Blaine," He said extending his hand.
"That's nice." said the boy before he turned on his heels and began down the hall. And he wasn't just walking, no, he was down right strutting.
Blaine fixed his leather jacket and adjusted his pants before stalking off toward his AP English class, slightly irritated but nonetheless intrigued with the striking boy. He liked when he had to put in a little work. It made the reward that much sweeter.
Blaine scanned the rows of seats in his fifth period class and almost did a victory dance when he saw the familiar coiffed head of hair sitting in the back of the room.
"Move," Blaine said to the frizzy red head sitting next to the boy. He recognized him from a previous lesson- Israel, if he remembered correctly. The boy opened his mouth to object. "Now." Without any more hesitation, Israel moved into one of the many empty seat in the room. Including himself, there were only five students in the classroom. Blaine fell into the chair and dropped his bad in a similar fashion to the way he had done it in Ms. Pillsbury's office.
"Hey babe." Blaine smiled and scooted his desk slightly to the left, closer to the boy beside him. The boy rolled his eyes and retrieved a notebook and a pencil from his bag, beginning to jot down the math problems written on the board.
"What, ignoring me?" Blaine asked, sooting even closer. By now, he was able to comfortably rest his legs on the bars of the boys desk.
"I'm not your 'babe.' Don't expect a response if you address me as such."
"Ooh, touchy. Well, babe, I haven't got much else to call you since you never reciprocated my introduction earlier."
The boy sighed, looking slightly defeated. "Kurt."
"Noted."
The remainder of the AP Calculus class was largely uneventful. Every so often, Blaine would lean a little closer to Kurt, getting as handsy as he could from a seat over. Blaine would stroke his thigh and creep in as far as he could until Kurt reacted. Mostly Kurt just ignored him or swatted away his hands. Eventually, the bell rang. Blaine managed not to take a single note during the teacher's lecture.
"Remember class, test this Friday." Just as Blaine opened his mouth to object the teacher continued, staring at Blaine. "This is a new unit as of today, if you apply yourself, you should be fully capable of taking the test."
Blaine rolled his eyes. He knew he was fully capable, he just hoped he wouldn't have to be.
"So, babe. Doing anything after school today? Wanna come to my place? I can give you a ride on the back of my motorcycle." Blaine asked, following Kurt out of their Calculus room. Kurt snorted.
"Of course you have a motorcycle." Kurt said, ignoring the proposition.
"You got it, babe." Blaine flashed his wicked smile, relatively unaffected by Kurt's sass. "So, is that a yes?" The pair reached their lockers and they both stalled. Blaine's hands trailed down Kurt's side and Kurt held back a shiver.
"No. I have no interest in going home with you, Blaine. Besides, I have glee." Kurt turned and faced his locker, replacing his Calculus notebook with his English notebook as well as a tattered copy of The Great Gatsby. Kurt expected Blaine to make a comment about him being in Glee club, but it never came.
"You know, there are theories that say just about every character in the Great Gatsby is gay." Blaine said, taking the book from Kurt's hands. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"And you would know that, how?"
"There are a lot of things about me that would surprise you, babe."
Kurt rolled his eyes again, almost getting used to the nickname. "I'm going to be late for English. Don't you have a class to get to?"
"Nope, early release. Finished most of the important stuff while I was at Dalton so I only need to be here half of the day."
Kurt nodded and retrieved the book from Blaine's hands and began walking towards his English class.
"Call me if you change your mind about coming over later!" Blaine called over the voices of the various straggling students in the hallway.
Kurt stalled, turning slightly. "Shame, but I don't have your number."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Check your phone." Blaine winked and walked toward the exit closest to the Senior lot. He didn't have a parking spot there since he was a transfer, but that didn't stop him from parking there this morning. He didn't turn around to look at Kurt.
AN: Annnnnnd done! I know it's not very long, but I have a second chapter done already and if I get feedback soon I will post it! Please let me know what you think. If this gets off the ground, I may be on the lookout for a beta! That being said, I apologize if there were any mistakes.
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