I dont own glee or kurt or blaine
this is my first fanfiction hopefully you like it :) rated m for future smut, violence and foul language badboy Kurt and nerd Blaine. future paragraphs will be longer this is just a opening to Kurt and Blaine + the meeting
The halls of McKinley high school were dead apart from a pale, but flawless skinned boy. As he tried to fix his hair He slouched against the rusty lockers that barley passed as being the colour red, his hair got messed up in his fight with puckerman despite the hair spray bottle saying ' good hold for all conditions '. " bullshit" he scoffed, It wasn't going back into place so the immaculate skinned boy threw his comb back in his locker with a sigh before slamming the door of his tiny locker so forcefully that the whole block of them shook. He leant his head against the locker as he remembered the events that had happened previously in the day, why had he been such a dick, he already had no friends and now he has definitely scared off anyone that could over look his past. The boy slid down the lockers landing with a thud as his ass hit the laminated floor, with his head in his hands he started to cry. He let his guard down because the class he just skipped had only just started so the halls will be clear for a while, or so he thought.
Blaine had took cover in the toilets from the hustle and bustle of people changing from class to class and Kurt Hummel, mostly Kurt Hummel. Since Blaine transferred from Dalton academy he kept his head down and was referred to as " that nerd with the bowtie collection', Wes had told him to do this and also not to get in the way of Kurt Hummel. Kurt had quite the reputation at Dalton because he and his gang of hooligans pulled the greatest prank of all time, or that's what Jeff said anyway, but no one would ever tell blaine what kurt looked like or what the prank was, all they said that kurt was popular and hung out with a gang. Blaine just assumed the boy with the Mohawk was Kurt until earlier that day. Blaine was walking towards the bleachers where he usually ate his lunch, when he heard yelling coming from the football field. when he turned his head to look he saw the boy with a Mohawk and a less bulky male dressed in very flattering black clothes, fighting, not the televised crap either full on left hooks and kicks when the bulkier boy yelled " For a fag, you've got a pretty good hit" to which the other replied with out a moment of hesitation " you should know, Puckerman, you are pretty kinky in the bedroom." Blaine feeling slightly turned on by this ferociousness couldn't look away. " that's it Hummel you're- what the hell man are you crazy!" puck exclaimed with a look of alarm. Hummel was holding a pen knife with a smirk spread across his smug face " yeah sorta, juvi does that to a guy thanks for putting me in there by the way" with a gleam in his eye and a strut in his step he walked away.
Blaine hadn't thought about it for the rest of the day until that moment when he stepped out of the toilets, startled and confused about what he saw he dropped his books and instantly regretted it.