A/N: Hi Everybody! So I'm posting this on a whim. I wrote this a while back when all the Badboy!Blaine stories were going around. For not this is a oneshot. I may or may not continue it depending on time, my muse, and how interested all of you seem. Also, this is not betaed so all mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance! This is rated T because Kurt has a dirty mouth when he's pissed and Blaine just has a dirty mouth. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Does anyone else hate these? All it does is remind me that I don't own glee... :(

Your Words Plauging my Mind

Kurt Hummel was fucked. That's all he could think as he stood there, heart racing, palms sweating, as he waited in front of the judge for his verdict. Now, why, you might ask, is Kurt Hummel, the boy who never missed a class, never broke a rule, and never broke a law, now standing in front of a judge and waiting for his sentencing? Well, he could actually tell you why. It was all thanks to Blaine Fucking Anderson. It began about a week ago when Kurt was having an extremely bad day.

He was forced to walk to school that day because his precious Navigator decided that it didn't want to start that morning. This was just the beginning of his troubles. When he finally made it to school he was dumpster tossed once, given a slushie facial three times, and locker checked more times than he was willing to count. All of these things were accompanied by a hateful slur thrown his way. Now all of that was pretty bad, worse than normal actually, but it would have been tolerable because it was amazing how many things Kurt had become use to. Of course, the day was not over yet so he started his walk home, hoping he didn't run into any of his tormentors. Little did he know, they weren't who he should have been worried about.

He was humming to himself while he walked at a brisk pace, hoping to get home sooner rather than later. He didn't even notice anyone was around until he felt a body hit him hard and he was shoved to the ground by the pure force of the hit. He was about to yell at whoever the hell hit him and caused him to get dirt on his new Marc Jacobs jacket, which he somehow managed to keep clean all day, when he noticed two boys running at the boy he intended to yell at. He stayed on the ground, frozen in shock as he watched the three boys fight. He was surprised to see the guy that hit him was able to hold his own against the other two boys. That's when he heard the sirens and the fight ended quickly. The two boys took off in the direction Kurt had assumed they came from. The last boy was grabbed first, seeing as he was the closest to the cops. Kurt was finally able to get enough control of his body to stand up and finish his walk home. His plan was ruined as another officer grabbed him as well.

"Alright, we need to take you boys down town," one of the cops said as they threw the two boys in the back seat of the police cruiser.

"Oh, down town huh? Do you get all your lines from cheesy cop movies?" Thinking back on it now, it might not have been the smartest idea to antagonize the cops like that but Kurt did not appreciate being manhandled when he wasn't even struggling and he was already having a shitty day.

"I'm not even with him!" Kurt yelled, pointing angrily at the other teen sitting next to him.

"I wasn't in that fight!" He yelled again, this time panic was seeping into his voice as the car headed down the street towards the police station.

"Sure, kid." The officer's tone was patronizing. Kurt could clearly hear the "like I haven't heard that one before," that was not said.

"I wasn't! I don't even know him." This time he was promptly ignored.

"Please, this is a mistake."

"Holy shit, will you shut the fuck up? You're giving me a headache." The kid who got him into this whole mess finally spoke up. Kurt turned to glare at him. For the first time Kurt took in the other boys appearance. He was wearing a pair of expensive black leather boots with a pair of fitted jeans. For a top he was wearing a white v-neck shirt with a black leather jacket that looked extremely expensive and Kurt knew what expensive looked like. Kurt could see scratch on his cheek that looked a little bruised as well and a split lip. The boy was also in desperate need of a shave. He had a curly mop of black hair on his head and his brown hazel eyes were looking at Kurt in annoyance. Kurt had to admit that the guy was gorgeous but there were more important things to think about at the moment.

"Don't tell me to fucking shut up. You're the reason I'm even in this car! What the hell was that about?" He motioned out the window in the vague direction of where the fight happened. Kurt knew he was yelling and that it was most likely unnecessary for him to yell but he was pissed and scared shitless so he was going to yell if he wanted to yell.

"Punks said something I didn't appreciate so I decided to teach them a lesson." The statement was said nonchalantly, yet there was a slight arrogant tone. The way that statement was made was as if it was an everyday occurrence. It was as if he were talking about the sun rising and Kurt wasn't sure if he liked that.

"Oh, so because you didn't appreciate something they said you decided it would be a great idea to get into a fight, run into me, and get me arrested?" The nonchalant expression was gone and replaced with one of anger.

"Just so you know, not everything's about you, princess. And at least I stick up for myself. What the fuck do you do?" Kurt couldn't figure out which part of that statement to react to first. He knew everything wasn't about him but unfortunately he had just gotten arrested for something he didn't do so at the moment it was all about him in his mind. He was extremely annoyed at being called princess. He also briefly wondered what the other teen meant when he said "at least I stick up for myself," but the part that stuck with him most was the question. "What the fuck do you do?" Kurt had no answer to that and since he had no clear response to the statement he decided to put it behind him for now and ignore it.

"You are going to tell them that I had nothing to do with that. You are going to say that I was an innocent bystander that you stupidly ran into and that I was not involved in that fight." Kurt spoke as calmly and as firmly as possible.

"You might want to write all that down for me, babe. I'm not sure I can remember all that," the guy said, an innocent smirk on his face, if it was even possible for a smirk to look innocent. Kurt had to resist the urge to smack him.

"Don't call me babe and just tell them the truth," Kurt grit out between his teeth, his fist clenched at his sides. The boy leaned in closer, completely invading Kurt's personal space but Kurt refused to flinch away.

"You know, you're kind of hot when you're trying to be bossy," he smirked while looking Kurt up and down. He leaned back against his seat, putting his hands behind his head, looking completely relaxed in the back of a police cruiser. Kurt sat for a moment, trying to convince himself that it would not be a good idea to smack the other boy upside the head. Luckily, they pulled up to the station at that moment and Kurt was able to distract himself from it by returning to his previous state of being scared shitless.

"Blaine Anderson," a man said as they walked into the station.

"I was wondering when someone would drag your punk ass back in here." Of course he's in here all the time. Kurt couldn't help but think.

"What can I say, Mikey. I guess I just missed you," the teen, that Kurt now knew was called Blaine, said, his tone full of disrespect and arrogance. Mikey, as Blaine had called him, turned to look over at Kurt.

"Who's this kid? You finally giving up your loner ways and starting up a gang? Gotta say Blaine, he doesn't look like much of a fighter." Kurt was about to agree and say that he was not a fighter and therefore should be let be but he never got the chance because Blaine interrupted him.

"You're right, he's not. But he is a feisty one so I'd watch out. I mainly keep him around for his gorgeous ass." Blaine stood that and leered at Kurt. All Kurt could do was stand there and sputter in shock.

"What?" he yelled in anger once he finally found his voice.

"I don't even know him," he repeated his words from earlier, hoping this guy would believe him. Kurt was yelling in a relatively quiet police station so, naturally, he was getting some looks.

"Alright kid, calm down," Mikey said, trying to get him to stop yelling.

"What's your name?"

"Kurt Hummel," he answered immediately. The name was written down.

"Alright, why don't you take them to rooms three and four. We'll need to get the full story from both of them," Mikey told the two officers that brought them in. They nodded and took Kurt and Blaine to their rooms. Kurt was sat in a plain room with a big mirror on one side of the room. Kurt had watched enough cop shows with his dad to know it was a one-way mirror. He sat on an uncomfortable metal chair in front of a plain looking metal table and that is where he was left to his own thoughts.

To be honest, he was a little pissed off that the officer had left him there. Wasn't he supposed to be taking Kurt's side of the story so Kurt could clear his name and get the fuck out of here? He had never been in trouble with the law before and now here he was sitting inside a police interrogation room after getting arrested for a fight he wasn't even part of. He couldn't help but curse at Blaine in his head. He couldn't believe what an arrogant ass he was. God knows what kind of bullshit story that asshole was probably telling in the other room to blame Kurt for what had happened. Kurt decided that all he would have to do is tell them the truth and everything would be fine, right? Because who would believe a lying, delinquent bastard like Blaine over Kurt? He sat there thinking of all the ways he could tell Blaine off for trying to pin this thing on him when he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Mr. Hummel? I'm Detective Mike Howards." Kurt as surprised by the completely different demeanor Mikey…er..Detective Mike was now showing towards him without Blaine there.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble but you're free to go." Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Mr. Anderson explained what happened. Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't try to make something up like he usually does but you never know what's going on in that kids head. Once again, I'm sorry for the trouble." Detective Mike held the door open for Kurt and he picked his jaw off the floor so he could leave. He thanked the detective on his way out the door. He was extremely surprised that Blaine didn't try pinning this on him. He almost felt bad for judging him the way he did. Almost. On the way out of the station he caught Blaine's eye. He was staring at Kurt with an unreadable expression on his face and then he was lead out of sight and Kurt left.

Life would have been fine and dandy for Kurt if that was the end of the story and Kurt completely forgot the existence of Blaine but that would have made life to easy and easy just never happened for Kurt. So naturally, thoughts of the curly haired boy would invade his thoughts annoyingly often in the next week. He briefly thought about what had happened to the boy. He was vaguely curious about what kind of sentence one would receive for fighting. Sometimes he would wonder what kind of circumstances someone had to live through to end up like that. Blaine came from money. He could tell that from the expensive jacket and shoes the other boy was sporting the day Kurt met him. It was possible they were stolen but Kurt doubted that arrogant jerk would have the smarts to pull that off without getting caught. Then there were thoughts of Blaine's lips and how much Kurt wanted to run his hands through that curly hair. Or how he was able to see a slight bit of chest hair and how hot he looked in that jacket. There was the way Blaine's fitted jeans were tight in all the right places. These thoughts were occurring way too often to be healthy and if Kurt was ever asked, they never happened at all.

Now, these thought were pretty annoying but bearable, well, except for the last ones that he would deny having. However, the thought that made everything unbearable, the thought that seemed to plague Kurt's thoughts day and night was just a simple statement that Blaine had made. "And at least I stick up for myself. What the fuck do you do?" Those words kept playing over and over again in his head and he couldn't get them to stop. It was a simple statement that was said out of anger and frustration but Kurt couldn't get it out of his head because what did he do? Absolutely nothing is what Kurt did. Maybe he threw out a few choice words at most but that never did anything. So for the next few days, those words haunted him. Every time he was dumpster tossed, every time he was slushied, every time he was locker checked, every time a gay slur was spat in his direction he would hear them. Then one day he couldn't take it anymore. He was walking down the stairs to his next class when he heard Karofsky's voice.

"Quit spreading your fairy dust on my stairs, Hummel," he had heard before being shoved into the wall. Then, as usual, Blaine's words played through his head and he hated it. Anger surged through his body. Anger at being pushed around all the time, anger at all the hateful things that have been said to him and anger at all the times someone had just looked the other way. Then lastly, anger at Blaine's voice he could hear, taunting him in his head. "What the fuck do you do? What the fuck do you do?" over and over again. Then, before he even realized what he was doing, his hands shot out and then Karofsky was falling the rest of the way down the stairs while a teacher yelled at him. This is how Kurt found himself standing in front of a judge, heart racing, hands sweating, as the judge sentenced him to six months at Dalton Academy Reform School for boys. This is how he found himself cursing the very existence of Blaine Anderson.