A/N: Well, welcome! So, this is my new AU of sorts, and basically it's skank!Kurt with somewhat badboy!Blaine. DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING of Glee.
It was the summer of 1986, a time for having fun and getting high, right? Hah. No, not for Blaine Anderson. Summer for him meant working at the amusement park in his town, where the rides and food were equally dangerous. The only perk to his job was seeing the hot ass guys and girls that worked there everyday. In particular, Sebastian Smythe and Rachel Berry. His best friends, or, fuck buddies. After their shift ended around 10 o'clock, they'd head down to the parking lot and light up, before parting separate ways or going home with one or the other.
Blaine wasn't necessarily a bad boy, but he wasn't a good boy either. No piercings, well, except for his tongue piercing. But he only kept that in for when he decided to eat Rachel out or suck Sebastian off. He owned no leather jackets, no ripped jeans, he lived in a fucking mansion for crying out loud. The only thing bad about him was the drugs, but almost every teenager in the city was doing it. Lima is positively the most boring town in the state of Ohio, but the teens that came through it raised hell.
Blaine's been one of the rides people this year, last year he was games. Games is the worst fucking job in the park, because you have to deal with snotty ass kids and whining losers. Rides was so much better, because all you had to do was basically push a few buttons. He didn't have a partner for the day, like he was supposed to. It's all because of that asian that quit.. Blaine believes her name is Tina, but it might be Tammy. He's about to go complain to the owners that it's simply too much work and that he needs a partner, but there comes Brian, the manager with some kid who looks like a newbie.
As newbie and Brian get closer, Blaine can make out newbie's face, and it's fucking hot. His hair is like James Dean's and he's wearing ripped jeans with one of the dumb shirts they provide you when you start working here. Blaine can see that newbie has pink in his hair, and has a lip piercing, and to top it all of, he's wearing black eyeliner. Hot. Sexy. Fuckable. That's all Blaine could think.
"Kurt, meet Blaine. Blaine, meet Kurt. You two will be working on rides together for now on. Any funny business going on and you'll both be fired. Have fun." Brian says sternly, before turning away and walking back towards his shabby building. Blaine gave Kurt a once over, and then went back to what he was doing in the booth.
"So, how do you work this frigging death trap?" Kurt asks, his voice high but still ever so sexy.
Blaine pointed to the green button, and a red button. "Um, you just push this button, and when you want it to stop, so in about three rotations, you stop it."
"Easy enough, why do you need a partner?" Kurt sat in the chair next to the controls, leaning back, and putting his feet onto the control board.
"Some of the kids don't have anyone to ride with on the train and get scared, so sometimes one of us needs to ride with them. I'll do that.. You don't really seem, family friendly." Blaine forces a small smile.
Kurt throws his head back and laughs, "So, what do you do for fun around here? Got any friends?"
Blaine leaned against the wall of the small booth, "Yeah, plenty of friends. We're probably going to light up tonight, feel like joining?" Blaine really wanted Kurt to say yes, to be honest. If he could get Kurt high enough, maybe he'd be able to have his way with him in the back of his car.
Kurt's eyes lit up, "Totally, yeah."
The kids are ripping up the streets
In their super cars
All night parties and loud guitars
Hot hot neighbourhoods
Its the silver sound
Wicked Hollywood goes round and round
A/N Totally just a snippet for now, but I wanted to see if this would get any feedback. The song at the end belongs to The Runaways (California Paradise, if anyone was wondering)