(A/N):This is my first fanficso please no flaming and I don't know if to continue it or not so...
Summary: (AU)Kurt gets jumped in an alley but someone's there to help him, but maybe he's not the only one who needs help. Badboy!Blaine.
Rating: T (For now?)
Warnings: M/M, Language
Disclaimer: I do not own glee, or any of its characters.
Fear was not a new feeling for Kurt, he endured it every day of high school since he came out. The fear when he turned a corner he would get shoved into a heavy locker, or if he came to close to a boy he would be called a fag.
This feeling though was beyond fear, he didn't care that his new marc Jacobs jacket was getting soaked in rain or that his new doc martins were now layered with mud. All he could focus on was the two bulky figures blocking his exit. And all he could think is 'how did I get into this mess?'
He had been walking home after a late Glee club meeting, he still didn't have his Navigator back and Finn was going over to Rachel's. When he heard heavy footsteps behind him, he chose to ignore it and continue walking but he picked up the pace slightly.
Kurt rounded the corner of the street and slipped into a nearby alleyway, hoping that the person the footsteps belonged to would just walk past and he was just being paranoid.
He heard the footsteps again and his breathing hitched in his throat when they stopped, he prayed that they had just turned another way. His prayer went unanswered as two Leatherman jackets came into view.
"Hey fag" the loud booming voice of Azimio snapped Kurt out of the flashback, he winced slightly at the slur.
Kurt looked up to find the two jocks closer than before and quickly backed up, he didn't get far however his back hit a wall after about five steps. He was able to identify the other jock now from the dim streetlight in the alley, he wasn't shocked that it was David Karofsky his regular tormentor.
Kurt however was shocked that in his tormentor big meaty hand was a crowbar, for a brief moment Kurt wondered why he had it for until realisation set it. He was in an alley with two of his tormentors one of which had a crowbar and no one was around.
He began to panic, opening his mouth he screamed as loud as he could "HELP!" his eyes darted around hoping to find some way to escape.
"Don't even bother fairy, there's no one around to save you and who would want to save your faggy arse anyway." Azimio sneered at him.
Karofsky decided to join in "We're going to beat the gay out of you, no one wants you spreading your fairy dust all over the place." Kurt was on the verge of hyperventilating.
He was thinking of all the things he had to live for. His Dad who had just got out of his coma, Finn his goofy step-brother, Mercedes, Carol all of the New Directions. Sure he didn't have a boyfriend but that was only because he was the only out gay kid in Ohio he was sure he'd find love eventually when he moved to New York.
Which he could only do if he got out of this, Kurt tried to calm his erratic heartbeat and started breathing deeply to calm himself. He was thinking of something to say or do to get him out of the situation.
His brain finally came up with a bitchy remark, he opened his mouth to say it but searing pain shot up through his leg. A scream ripped through his throat realising that Karofsky had hit him in the leg with the crowbar.
"HELP!" Kurt screamed again, but winced straight after as Azimio punched him in the stomach. He doubled over onto the floor in pain clutching his stomach.
"Shut up fag" Azimio hissed at him before kicking him in the ribs.
Kurt groaned in pain realising that this was happening, he was about to get beat to death by homophobes in a dark alley where no one would see or stop them. He was about to give up all together before a shout echoed down the alley.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the sudden shout made Karofsky drop the crowbar in surprise which landed on the floor with a clang. He and Azimio turned around to see the intruder.
What they saw surprised them a boy no older than them was casually leaning up against the alley wall a few feet away. He was wearing loose ripped jeans and black worn converse, his torso was wrapped in a well fitting white t-shirt and a black leather jacket, to top of the look he had an eyebrow piercing through his left triangular shaped eyebrow.
His look screamed badboy, but Karofsky and Azimio didn't look fazed. "We were just in the middle of beating up this fag. Why?" Azimio said looking at Kurt with pure hate before turning his attention back to the badboy.
"Just wondering" he stated he kicked off the wall and walked forward towards them, He picked up the crowbar of the floor with a raised eyebrow. "May I?" He asked looking at the crowbar twirling it getting used to the weight in his hand.
Karofsky just shrugged and gestured to the boy on the floor with a go ahead motion. The badboy looked at the bruised boy on the floor before quickly swinging the crowbar around and hitting Azimio in the stomach, then swiftly dropping the crowbar and punching Karofsky in the nose.
Azimio clutched his stomach while Karofsky grabbed his face feeling blood trickle on to his hand. After getting over the shock the looked at him angrily prepared to fight him until they noticed he'd picked up the crowbar again.
"Now fuck off before I do much worse." The badboy said venom dripping into his voice, raising the crowbar slightly in some kind of threat.
"Fuck this Z, we'll get the little fag next time" with that Azimio and Karofsky turned around and stormed out of the alley.
When they'd gone he let out a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding in, his arm sagged and his grip on the crowbar loosened until he dropped it. He walked over to the boy on the floor and crouched down beside him. The boy had his back to him and was curled up into a ball, probably from a stomach hit he thought to himself.
"Hey kid" he said nudging the boy "It's okay they've gone" when they boy lifted his head from his chest and looked at him, his breath caught in his throat.
This kid was stunning around the same age as him, porcelain skin perfectly styled chestnut hair, pink rosy lips and the best part were his eyes a mixture of grey, blue and green.
Snapping out of his thoughts he looked at the boy and said "Hey babe, names Blaine."
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