McKinley and Dalton are both homes to some of the toughest kids in Ohio. What happens when two of their members hook up at a party?

Chapter One: Last Friday Night!

' You coming to the party tonight Kurt?'

Kurt Hummel looked up, taking a long drag of his cigarette and fixing his friend with a look of disbelief, as he blew out the smoke. He and Noah Puckerman were stood beneath the bleachers, relishing in the last cigarette before they were forced to return inside to attend glee club.

Kurt and Noah were too of the bad asses at McKinley High School in Lima, a school that was renowned for being home to some of the toughest and most out of control students in the county, level on first place with only one other school. Sure, most of the students were actually rather well behaved, but there were a fair few who had pushed the boundaries on good behaviour since freshman year. Because of their bad behaviour, the school board and PTA had designed the Glee Club, a method of channelling their bad attitudes into music or something that barely any of them really understood.

Kurt took another drag of his cigarette, holding in the smoke.

' Of course I'm fucking going' he replied, blowing out the smoke as he spoke, dropping the butt to the floor and stamping it out with his Doc Martins. Puck chuckled, punching in him in the arm and flicking his own cigarette butt onto the ground.

' Gonna get laid?' the Mohawk teen asked with a grin as they stalked across the yard, the last bell sounding and students already beginning to flood out of the front doors, parting like the red sea for the two boys as they went the opposite way.

' Would you expect any less of me?' Kurt smirked as they walked the hallways like they owned the place, heading for the choir room where they were required to go every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for compulsory glee club meetings.

Most of the club were already there by the time they got there, and Santana quickly patted the seats beside her and her best friend Brittany in the back row, where they always sat. The Latina goddess and blonde bombshell were two of Kurt and Puck's partners in crime, usually joining them in their lesson skipping, smoking sessions, but this time they had more important things to do.

Kurt threw himself into a seat, smiling when Brittany leant over to kiss his cheek affectionately, nodding at his brother sat in the middle row, his long legs stretched out in front of him, reaching right into the front row. Finn Hudson was Kurt's stepbrother, though they had reached such an understanding and emotional bond – though neither would ever admit it – that they willingly dropped the word "step". Their parents had gotten together after Finn had stepped in to help Kurt fight off some bullies and both of them were sent to the principal's office for beating the shit out of the boys. They had since gotten married, only a few months previously, and suddenly the Hummel-Hudson's had become an unstoppable force.

Kurt's ears perked up as Puck leant over to speak to Santana on his other side, Brittany practically climbing into his lap to listen to.

' Did you get the stuff?'

Santana grinned, nodding. ' Yep, me and Britt had to make-out in front of them for a full five minutes, with a bit of added groping, but we got what we wanted for tonight, you game Porcelain?'

' When am I not game Lopez?' Kurt scoffed, arm snaking around the back of Brittany's chair. She squealed happily.

' Yay! Can I come to yours after glee so you can do my hair the way I like?' the blonde asked excitedly.

' Of course you can boo'

Their conversation was promptly shushed as their teacher Mr. Schuester, the only teacher willing to teach the group of out of control teachers and who was actually able to form some form of bond with them, came in, rolling his eyes as Rachel Berry chattered in his ear, the diva probably insisting on different songs that would be "good for my voice", huffing when Mr. Schuester sent her to sit down.

' Okay everyone! I have good news and questionable news!' he announced, clapping his hands happily and beaming at the indifferent faces of the majority of twelve teenagers. ' The good news first I think. I have just been speaking with Principal Figgins about the club and he has finally agreed to allow you all to compete this year!'

Rachel squealed in the front row, and even some of the others looked relatively excited at the news. Until now, the New Directions had been considered "not worthy" of privilege of competing in sectionals, regionals and finally nationals, a fact that had greatly annoyed the teens to no end, usually ending in tantrums and the occasional damaged property. It had been happening for two years straight, since they were formed early into their freshman year.

' What's different this year Mr. Schue?' Artie Abrams asked.

' Ah, now that leads me to my questionable news, questionable because I'm not sure how you'll react to it' Mr. Schue said, looking slightly nervous now. ' Principal Figgins has made arrangements, you are allowed to compete but you must join forces with another glee club to do so…'

' What?' Tina Cohen-Chang gasped. ' Why?'

' Principal Figgins says it will be a method of bonding with other teenagers in the same sort of situation as you…thus teenagers who have misbehaved and have been placed into a glee club in an attempt to reform them before college, and also to teach you about respecting others. Principal Figgins thinks it will really help with your reformation into well-behaved citizens for when you leave here for college or jobs'

Kurt rolled his eyes and knew that half of the others would be doing the same. Principal Figgins had been trying methods of reforming them all multiple times since freshman year, none of which had done much good. His attempts had been amusing at first, now they were just getting pathetic.

' Who are we "bonding" with?' Finn asked.

' The Warblers from Dalton Academy'

' Do we even know whose party this is?' Blaine Anderson asked from the back seat his friend's crimson Mercedes tore down the road, taking the corners at a reckless speed that threw all of its occupants into each other. ' If we ever get there!'

' My driving is perfect, shut your fucking moaning Blaine!' Thad Harwood snapped from the front seat, the other boys snickering at his annoyance. ' And of course we don't know whose party it is! It's in Lima! Who do we know that lives in Lima?'

' I dunno, but apparently the girls are really easy around here' Wes Montgomery said excitedly from the front passenger seat, turning in his seat to look at the four other boys crammed into the back seat, smirking at their uncomfortable looks. Three of them glared at him. ' I know you three are gay, but for me, Thad and David, it's great!'

' Yeah and for Nick and Jeff, they can just suck face all night once everyone's drunk and won't notice, I however have to find another gay guy at this party in Lima, Ohio for entertainment tonight!' Blaine huffed, scowling at the Nick's hand high on Jeff's thigh where they sat in the middle of the too small seat.

Blaine, Wes, David, Thad, Nick and Jeff had been driving for almost an hour now, away from their homes in Westerville, to attend a party Wes and David had heard about on the grapevine AKA facebook. Students of Dalton Academy for boys, a private school where rich parents dumped their out of control teenage boys when other private schools were tired of dealing with them, the five boys were some of the worse, dubbed the princes of Dalton by most of the students as they prowled the halls with too much self-confidence exuding from every orifice.

They too had been told by their teacher that day that they had a chance of competing with their glee club, the Warblers, that year, if they were willing to agree to teaming up with the New Directions, the glee club from McKinley High School, a public school in the heart of Lima, known to consist of some of the worse behaved students in the county. The Warblers had been thrilled, agreeing immediately with the prospect of meeting and winding up the new group of bad asses.

The Warblers had been in place for generations of alumni, and Dalton was famous amongst the rich world for its ability to reform even the toughest of cases, for the right price of course, be it through its sports teams, no tolerance policies or even its art programs, which included the Warblers, the school glee club where the worse cases were sent to "heal through music". Blaine Anderson and his friends were some of these boys and were headed towards the town of Lima for the sole purpose of getting away from their "healing". They were famous around school, but that didn't mean they didn't need to get away from stardom for a while.

Thad pulled into a space on the street outside the surprisingly large house, its wide front lawn already home to many partiers, either making out, drinking, throwing up or already passed out. Blaine was sure he even saw a couple in the back seat of a rather viciously rocking car as they passed it, sauntering up the driveway and into the house like they owned the place. Heads turned towards the strangers as they entered, but nobody turned them away as they all headed for one of the dozen of so kegs that filled the house. It was Friday night, they had nowhere to be tomorrow, and the boys had all resigned themselves to the fact that they would be staying the night in this strange house, or, hopefully not, the car. Thad had insisted that even if they had to get a hotel, he would not be the only one sober.

The party was crazy, one room pounding with music from huge speakers, all the furniture moved out to make way for the make-shift dance floor where dozens upon dozens of bodies were grinding up against each other, every other room downstairs was filled with partiers, all drinking a variety of drinks, spilling out into the garden where the pool already held many drunk, stupid partiers who had fallen in or decided to go swimming, and by only an hour there, after downing a beer and six shots each in the first ten minutes, the Warbler boys had joined in the fun.

Blaine leant against the wall, trying to focus on Nick and Jeff, grinding rather perversely on the dance floor amongst the other bodies, nobody giving them a second look as they kissed each other hungrily. Blaine was drunk, he knew that for certain, luckily he was in what Wes liked to call, his early stages of drunk, when he could still function, later on there was no telling what he might do.

Blowing out the smoke from his cigarette – he was a social smoker, only smoking when he was drunk and couldn't care less about the tar building in his lungs – he looked around the room, surveying it for anyone worth flirting with.

Back at Dalton, Blaine would have his pick of gay guys to lure into a back room somewhere, but here in Lima, it was full of closeted gays who insisted on finding a drunken girl to go at it with, close their eyes to pretend that they weren't feelings breasts, just to prove that they weren't gay. It was disturbing and down right unfair.

He sighed, kicking away from the wall and walking slightly unsteadily towards the kitchen, brushing off a few girls who tried to latch on to him or fluttered their eyelashes at him as he went. He grabbed a shot off the sideboard, downing it quickly and reaching for another, downing that as well and looking round the room at the same time.

That was when he spotted him. A sight that made him almost choke on the burning shot that had lost his burn with how many he'd had already.

The boy was slender, around his own height, with brown hair carefully styled into a messy I-just-had-sex look and bright blue eyes, slightly glazed by the amount of alcohol obviously in his system. He was gorgeous, dressed in a plain black t-shirt beneath a black waistcoat and with the tightest black jeans Blaine had ever seen, hugging every curve of his long legs until they reached his perfectly round ass, which swayed to the music as he stood talking and giggling with a blonde girl.

Blaine's knees almost buckled as the blonde whispered something in the boy's ear and suddenly he was turning to look at him, flashing him a sultry smile that caused Blaine to reach for another shot, otherwise he was sure he would drop to his knees and beg to fuck the boy.

The boy with the big blue, perfect eyes and the perfect pale white skin.

The boy with the perfect ass.

The boy whose perfect ass was sauntering over to him.

Kurt let his eyes take in the boy as he made his way over to him. He was dressed in tight red jeans and an even tighter black top, his black curly hair messy but styled back with gel and his hazel eyes glazed with alcohol and what Kurt knew to be lust. He was gorgeous and Kurt certainly wasn't expecting it when Brittany pointing out that he was checking him out across the room. The boy looked like a stereotypically straight guy, minus the red jeans, but if he was gay, Kurt definitely wasn't going to complain.

' Hi' he said as he reached the boy, finally looking away from the obvious toned chest beneath his top to look at him. They were the same height but he found he didn't mind that. All the other guys he had dated and hooked up with had been taller than him, this boy was even a few centimetres shorter than him. It was endearingly sexy.

' Hey bright eyes'

Kurt grinned, reaching past the boy for two shot glasses full of bright green liquid, which he was sure was something mixed with something else. He held one out to him, holding the other to his lips and letting his tongue run along the rim. A smirk curved the boy's lips and he quickly downed the shot, Kurt following seconds after, taking both the glasses and sliding them away from him, leaning back against the sideboard and eyeing him.

' I haven't seen you in Lima before' Kurt said, pondering in his head what move to make, but all his blurry head was telling him was to drink more and eventually fuck the guy. He would have to go by instinct on this one. ' New in town?'

' Nah, my friends and I drove down when we heard a party was on, we liked the idea of getting pissed after another whole week of fucking school' the boy shrugged.

' Ah, I know the feeling, I've had enough of fucking school, which is why Britt and I downed a bottle of wine as we were heading home today' Kurt sighed melodramatically, giving the boy a wink. He held out his hand. ' I'm Kurt, and you are?'

' Blaine' the boy replied, taking his hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing his knuckles. Kurt laughed.

' Quite the charmer Blaine'

' Only for gorgeous boys in skin tight jeans' Blaine purred, leaning forward slightly. Kurt hummed happily. ' So you from Lima?'

' Yep, fucking dump, you?'

' Westerville, another fucking dump'

Kurt gaped. ' Are you kidding? Isn't Westerville full of rich guys?'

' Yeah but it's still a fucking dump' Blaine said, pulling a face. Kurt grinned, stepping forward so their bodies were only inches apart, grinning even wider when Blaine automatically placed his hand on his hip. ' I should move to Lima, seems like more fun' he murmured, squeezing Kurt's hip and tugging him even closer. Kurt's eyes flashes with excitement, pressing a hand to Blaine's toned chest to stop him.

' You want fun? Come on' he said, taking his hand and promptly dragging him from the kitchen.

Blaine raised an eyebrow as they stumbled past the stairs to the more private upstairs rooms where he was sure Nick and Jeff would soon disappear to, Kurt gesturing for his blonde friend, who had been surrounded by about half a dozen straight guys, to follow him as he pulled Blaine outside and over to a boy lying back on a pool side chair, a girl in hot pants on top of him. Kurt kicked the chair.

' Get lost' he told the girl, who simply shrugged and ran off to find someone else to make out with. The boy on the chair glared at him. ' She was a whore, there are like fifty more of her at this party, but only one of me'

The boy with the Mohawk chuckled, sitting up on his elbows and eyeing Blaine behind Kurt, who had lost interest in what was happening and instead decided to stare at Kurt's ass for a while.

' Found yourself a toy for the night then Kurt?' he grinned.

Kurt ignored him, turning and directing Blaine to sit down on another of the deck chairs, sliding into his lap, not that Blaine minded, circling his arms round his waist to rest of his thighs. ' Noah, this is Blaine, Blaine, this douche bag is Noah'

' Hey! It's Puck! For fuck's sake Hummel!' Puck exclaimed at the same time the blonde friend of Kurt's reappeared with another beautiful Latina girl, who eyed Blaine before smirking and kicking Puck's legs off the chair so she could sit down as well.

' This is fun?' Blaine murmured in Kurt's ear, kneading his thighs, his rubbing thumbs getting closer to the insides of his legs with every movement. A small shiver went down Kurt's spine but he ignored it, turning to look at him. Behind him the Latina girl had reached into her cleavage and retrieved something Blaine recognised instantly. ' Ah! I get it…yeah that's fun'

Kurt giggled, manoeuvring Blaine so he could sit back against the sloped back of the chair, sliding off of him to sit beside his legs, smiling at the small groan of disappointment that left Blaine's lips as he did so, slipping a hand down his leg to rest very close to his crotch as the girl behind him lit the joint, taking a long drag before passing it to Puck.

Kurt's eyes never left Blaine's as he took the joint from Brittany, who had already started giggling, though that could have been the alcohol, putting it between his lips and sucking, closing his eyes as he let the toxins engulf him. He handed it to Blaine, who did the same, reaching over to hand it back to the Latina girl he still hadn't been introduced to and holding the smoke in as long as possible before releasing it.

The next thing he knew Kurt had swooped down, crashing their lips together hard.

Whatever happened next would later come back to both of them as flashbacks of a great night as the drunk and high boys moved around the house, the party pounding around them in a blur of colours and flashing lights and loud music, mixed with grinding hips and searching tongues.

After the kiss, the next clear thing Blaine knew was being pulled up the stairs, moving around passed out or dry humping couples as Kurt led him by the hand to the top floor of the trashed house, the party winding down as most of its guests started passing out or hooking up, though the music was still pumping and half the still conscious guests were either drawing on their friends faces or dancing, all of them still drinking. It was getting light outside, but that was the only clear indication of the time since the only visible clock in the place was lying smashed on the floor after someone – Blaine was pretty sure it was David – had thrown a beer bottle at it.

Blaine was snapped of his reverie over how he got to this point in time by a sharp shriek and a quick apology, followed by a slamming door and the sound of Kurt's bell-like giggle as he pulled Blaine further along the corridor, cheering in triumph as he swung open a door to what looked like a well made up guest room that was completely empty.

' Eager are we?' Blaine grinned as Kurt yanked him inside, slamming the door behind and pressing him up against it, smashing their bodies together so Blaine's already half hard cock ground against Kurt's own, making them both moan.

' I want you to fuck me as hard as you can' Kurt purred in Blaine's ear and Blaine groaned, half laughing at the obvious film quote moderation, half whimpering as Kurt ground their hips together again. He growled, wrapping his arms around Kurt and lifting him up, crossing the room in quick strides and dumping Kurt onto the bed, covering him quickly with his body and crashing their lips together, Kurt's legs instantly wrapping around his waist, but the kiss didn't last long.

Blaine pulled away, much to Kurt's annoyance, standing up and looking down at the flushed boy lying on the bed, legs loosely wrapped his legs still. Kurt seemed to notice his staring gaze, spreading out his arms and arching his back, clutching at the sheets as he tightened his legs, trying to drag Blaine back to him.

' Uh uh, don't be bad, naughty boys get punished' Blaine growled and Kurt was quickly sitting up, looking up at him with large eyes.

' Have I been a bad boy?' he said, sticking out his bottom lip, running his tongue along it. Blaine moaned softly.

' A very bad boy, you know you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach' he said huskily, reaching down to tangle his fingers into Kurt's hair. ' Now I wonder what you could do that might settle your stomach? What could you put in your mouth?'

Kurt's eyes shone as he reached up and his nimble fingers clumsily unbuckled his belt, drawing down his zipper and popping the button. Blaine smirked as Kurt pulled his jeans down, then his boxers, his eyes lighting up in obvious amazement as they took in Blaine's almost completely hard cock as it was freed from its prison. He wasted no time, looking up at Blaine as he licked one long stripe up the underside.

Blaine groaned, head falling back for a moment, as Kurt's hand wrapped around the base of his cock and his tongue licked up and down it like an ice cream. He looked back down, eyes dark with lust, as Kurt slowly sucking on the head.

' I said in your mouth, don't play with your food Kurt' he told, amazed that he could still form a sentence with Kurt's tongue dancing over his cock. Kurt smirked, then engulfed the cock in his hand with his hot, wet mouth, taking in as much as possible, sucking hard. Blaine moaned, gasping in his intoxicated haze as Kurt looked up at him, eyes shining even brighter with lust. He tugged him off. ' Okay…yeah…I have to fuck you now' he decided.

Kurt practically squealed in excitement, licking one last stripe up the underside of Blaine's cock before scrambling up the bed, unbuttoning his waistcoat and throwing it to the side. Blaine chuckled, kicking off his jeans and boxers and crawling up the bed as well, covering his body was his own again, kissing him hard. Kurt moaned as Blaine's fingers awkwardly unfastened his skinny jeans and tugged his t-shirt off, throwing that to the floor as well, his jeans soon joining them. Blaine stopped, staring down at him.

' Commando huh?'

Kurt giggled, wrapping his arms around his neck to tangle his fingers into his curly hair, completely free of the gel now. ' It's like this was meant to be' he said with a wink, pulling him down for another kiss, whimpering into it as Blaine finally pressed their naked bodies flush against each other, their hard cocks sliding together erotically.

Blaine almost got lost in the kiss, barely remembering that he had a job to do. He pulled back from the kiss for just a moment, their lips brushing together as he spoke.

' We need lube…and a condom'

Kurt shook his head. ' I get tested regularly, I'm clean, you?'

' I'm clean'

' No need for a condom then is there?' Kurt grinned.

Blaine smirked back, shrugging. ' Lube?'

' In the pocket of my jeans' Kurt gasped, letting him go so the curly haired boy could crawl over to the side of the bed, admiring the lean muscles and curve of his ass as he reached for his abandoned jeans, pulling out a small bottle of lube and scrambled back onto the bed, almost slipping off and making Kurt giggle madly. ' That was funny!'

Blaine growled, practically jumping on him and kissing him hard, covering his fingers with the lube blindly, surprised that he was actually completed the task. Kurt squeaked in surprise as he slipped a finger inside him, the squeak becoming a moan as Blaine curled his fingers to stroke his prostrate. Blaine grinned, working in a second finger and soon a third, working the slender boy beneath him open, until he was whimpered and squirming beneath him, clutching at the sheets and clenching around his fingers.

' Oh my God Blaine! Just fuck me already!' he suddenly screamed when Blaine thrust his fingers hard against his prostrate.

Blaine nodded, pulling his fingers out, kissing him when he whined at the emptiness. He knelt back for a moment, looking down at the boy on the bed, his lips bright red from hard kisses and from sucking his cock, his pupils wide and blown out from the weed and lust. Kurt seemed to notice Blaine's study of him, stretching out, bucking his hips up towards him and crooking his finger, beckoning him.

' You'll be the death of me' Blaine grinned, patting his thigh. ' On your knees baby'

Kurt moaned at his growling command, rolling onto his stomach and pushing up onto his hands and knees, pressing his ass back against Blaine, his hard cock slipping against his cheeks. Blaine smirked, sliding a hand over his ass and lifting it, suddenly bringing it down with a resounding slap. Kurt moaned and he did it again.

' Please…please…fuck me…fuck me hard' Kurt groaned. Blaine didn't waste any more time, coating his hard cock in lube and lining up to Kurt's open entrance. Both of them moaned loudly as he pushed in, not stopping until he was completely engulfed by Kurt's hot ass. He waited only a few short moments for Kurt to adjust, his drunken state still telling him to do so, before pulling out and thrusting back in again.

Kurt screamed, his arms buckling and falling onto his elbows as Blaine began relentlessly thrusting into him, the sound of moans and grunts, and skin hitting skin.

' Oh God…you're so fucking tight' Blaine groaned, throwing his head back and pounding into him, gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, though neither of them noticed, Kurt practically screaming with every thrust, gripping the sheets.

' Harder…fuck, faster Blaine…ah…oh God Blaine!' he moaned, clenching his ass around Blaine's large cock, reaching for his own cock, laughing when Blaine slapped his hand away, wrapping his own fingers around his cock and pumping him in time with his thrusts. Kurt screamed as he drove into his prostrate. ' Talk to me…ah…fuck…talk to me Blaine…'

' You like that baby? You like me pounding your hot ass?' Blaine growled, lifting his hand to smack his ass again.

' Oh God…hold…hold on…stop…' Kurt suddenly gasped and Blaine came to a sloppy stop, almost falling over as dizziness hit him. ' I want to be on top'

Blaine didn't need anymore encouragement than that, pulling out of him and rolling to sit back against the headboard, Kurt quickly straddling him and sitting back down on his cock, not waiting before starting to bounce up and down, Blaine's hands gripping his hips again and helping him.

' Fuck…you look so hot…you like my cock baby? You like having a big cock filling your tight ass don't you?' he groaned.

Kurt moaned, high pitched and needy. ' Fuck…harder…'

Blaine thrust his hips up to meet his, his hand wrapping around his cock again, pumping him. He could feel his orgasm coming fast, letting go of Kurt's hip to around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a hard kiss, thrusting up one last time, the hot coil in stomach snapping and he came deep into Kurt's ass, the warmth and feeling of his lover coming inside him pushing Kurt over the edge and he screamed into Blaine's mouth as he came between them, cum splattering across both their stomachs.

The next morning, Blaine remembered briefly waking up to the sound of someone calling someone's name and his head pounding. He cracked his eyes open long enough watch the slender boy in his arms roll out of the bed, pulling on his clothes and scribbling something down on a piece of paper, tucking it into Blaine's own jeans before returning to the bed, only to press a hard kiss to his dry lips, pulling away before Blaine could pull him back into the bed. Then he was gone and Blaine passed out again.

He woke up a few hours later, dragging himself out of bed and getting dressed again, stumbling out of the room to find his friends, frowning at the feeling of something in his pocket. It was a piece of paper with cursive writing on it.

Kurt – 07652236709

Call me if you want to do that again ;)

Blaine grinned. Life was good.

However things were about to get a bit more complicated.

A/N I DO NOT support smoking, the use of cannabis, unprotected sex or sex with strangers whilst drunk and high, it just fit in with the story. Each to their own, I never judge people's decisions to their face, but I don't support any of the above!

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